"The angry old man!"
"You are really angry!"
Outside the Miracle Forest, Mei Jiren clutched her folding fan tightly and walked forward quickly.
He frowned and stared into the distance, feeling the power of the Holy Emperor coming from afar. His words were scolding, but there was still deep worry in his tone:
"Who did Xu Xiaoshou learn this from? He talks so wildly and shamelessly. If word spreads about it, he will lose his reputation as an old man?"
"He is just a child. He doesn't know right from wrong. Who dares to teach him this?"
"Also, how can a young child be so reckless as to inherit such power from the Holy Emperor?"
"Did he really not want his life, or was someone forcing him to do it?"
Mei Jiren squinted at the Eight Masters, getting angrier and angrier as he spoke, stamping his feet on the tree stump, and with a "Peng" sound, sawdust suddenly flew away.
He folded his fan and pointed angrily at the void, "Don't let me catch him, otherwise we will take care of him!"
The Eight Deities, who are familiar with the eyes, observe the nose, and the nose observes the mind, originally wanted to remain silent.
But when he looked at the trampled wooden pile, he could only sigh and said helplessly: "No one taught him this. I only saw him a few times."
"Did I tell you something?" Mei Jiren turned his head angrily, "Without anyone to teach you, is there really someone who knows it from birth?"
"Maybe?" Knowing that the tiger was angry and not stroking the tiger's beard, Ba Zunzhen avoided facing the old gentleman's anger head-on. He still respected his senior.
"It's better that he really knows it from birth, and doesn't let the old man know who led him to evil!" Mei Jiren glared at Bazun Shu fiercely, and finally sighed and said:
"But it's true, which parent in the world would be so cruel?"
"Tiger poison does not eat its seeds. If you have the intention to take advantage of your descendants, it would not be an exaggeration to kill them with five thunderbolts, let alone destroy the seedlings and encourage them to grow, instilling strength into the body, rather than subtle effects, making them grow like spring breeze and rain?"
After a pause, Mei Jiren grabbed the folding fan and looked at me again with eyes like swords: "Does this old man make sense?"
Ba Zunzhen opened his mouth, but he couldn't agree with this, "There is a certain truth..."
"Only a little?" Mei Jiren blew his beard and stared.
"Xu Xiaoshou is not an ordinary person. The infusion of the Holy Emperor's power will not undermine his talent, nor will it damage his Dao foundation. It will allow him to become familiar with this power in advance..."
"Oh? You mean to let him have such lofty goals, and who are you trying to excuse by 'not harming the Taoist foundation'? Do you think he is in stable condition now?" Mei Jiren pointed to the void.
Bazunzun raised his eyes and saw that he couldn't see that far with his cloudy eyes, only a little white fire in the distance.
"I can't see it, I'm just a three-level spirit refiner..."
Mei Jiren was so choked that she became angry and swung her folding fan:
Rotten wood cannot wither!
"In my opinion, he learned it from you!" Mei Jiren shook the folding fan quickly, almost pulling out a few big characters on the fan and inserting them into the eyes of the Eight Masters.
"I can't admit it. I didn't teach him this. If you say what Sang Qiye taught him, it's okay."
"Haha, if you don't teach, others won't learn?" Mei Jiren sneered:
"Does the way of education require teaching by words and deeds in person?"
"Who was the first to put up a big flag in the wind on the crossroads?"
"Later, young people still don't know what is right and what is wrong. If they follow the flag and walk away, won't they easily go astray?"
Hearing these words, Bazun frowned, "Mr. Jiren, what are you talking about?"
"Who do you think he looks like now?" Mei Jiren folded his fan and pointed.
The power of the Holy Emperor of the Void enveloped him, and wild sounds floated from afar.
What "the ants are making endless noise"...
What "how dare you mess with me, disrespectful invincible"...
Zoom in on everything!
The eight masters were all happy when they heard this. They couldn't help but recall the scene when they were young and frivolous, fighting with Wen Ting and traveling around the world with swords. Soon his smile froze.
"Mr. Jiren, if you have anything to say, let's say it clearly. There's no need to be so roundabout."
"Okay! Then I will tell you clearly that I didn't learn this from you, but from whom?"
"I have never taught..." Ba Zun said and paused, realizing that his road had been blocked - why teach the way to someone's face?
"Hmph!" The old sword master snorted coldly and changed the topic, "If something happens to him, who will be responsible?"
"I……"
"Are you able to take responsibility?" Mei Jiren was well prepared and interrupted with a loud voice, his eyes piercing the soul and piercing people's hearts:
"You want to cultivate another you?"
"Three-breath innate, three-year sword immortal, silent for more than thirty years, and still refining his spirit the day after tomorrow after his return?"
After listening to this, Bazun couldn't help but squint his eyes with a cold light.
These words were so sharp, they were like tearing open his scars and adding salt to the wounds!
But Gu Jianxiu's temperament is always straightforward, and Mei Jiren, who is as gentle as jade, has been going around in circles for so long, which gives him enough face.
Let's get straight to the point, which is what his eight masters ask for.
This time he couldn't be more direct, and it seemed that he couldn't blame the old sword master Mei Jiren.
The eight acquaintances were silent.
The only "failure" in his life cannot be explained and does not need to be explained.
Seeing Xiaoba's silence on one side, Mei Jiren's eyes flashed with unbearability, but he did not regret saying these words.
He no longer focused on the present, but saw the future of Xu Xiaoshou who was so sharp.
If even he doesn't dare to speak, who else in the world dares to speak out for Xu Xiaoshou in front of the Eight Masters?
"Don't worry, Mr. Jiren, I will protect him as he grows up." Bazunzhen broke the silence. There was no guarantee, no oath, just a simple sentence.
Mei Jiren took a deep look at him, looked away, and took a few steps forward on his own, leaving behind a silhouette of his back and a mouth as sharp as a sword but unforgiving, "Even Yu Tu can't protect you."
The eight statues were motionless, their clothes were bulging in the wind, and a few sword marks were torn apart.
The sword energy in his body seemed to be unable to be suppressed, flowing out and cutting through the void.
The eight deities paused for a long time, and finally stepped forward to follow.
But the footprints left behind were entangled with sword energy and could not be eliminated for a long time.
"It doesn't matter."
"I am not Yutu, and Xiaoshou is not me either."
…
"Who dares to call me by my first name!"
At the ruins of Zuiyi Palace, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly shouted loudly, and the sea of white flames rolled into flames, suppressing thousands of heated discussions.
His spiritual mind has been strengthened by the power of the Holy Emperor to an extremely sensitive level, and he can clearly hear the discussions of the major spiritual refiners under his feet.
Even on the scenery that cannot be observed by the spiritual mind, the criticisms directed at the three characters "Xu Xiaoshou" seem to be heard.
This is very familiar.
Calling the holy name directly is disrespectful!
Xu Xiaoshou knew that this was the ability of a semi-saint.
But he does not have the status of a semi-saint, and is not yet in the realm of a true semi-saint.
Therefore, it is impossible to trace the pictures of those people scattered around Void Island talking about themselves.
It doesn't matter anymore.
The most important thing right now is to teach the "disrespectful and invincible" Rao Keai a lesson.
The fire in my body can't be suppressed anymore and needs to be vented!
"If there is a road to heaven, you will not take it. If there is no door to hell, you will go to hell. How cute. Today you have to pay the price for your arrogance!"
"Holy Emperor, don't insult him lightly!"
With ice lotus on his feet, white wings on his back, and a flaming python in his hand, Xu Xiaoshou, who was filled with the power of the Holy Emperor, threw away a pair of charred arms, suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Rao Yaoyao.
Although this little cutie from the Rao clan has a rich background, as long as there is some restraint, don't kill her.
Thinking about it, it shouldn't be possible for the Holy Emperor to strike back on Void Island.
"stop!"
The black light on the white sea of fire flashed across the space, breaking through the space.
When he reappeared, the sleeveless and red-scorched hands had already grasped Rao Yaoyao's jade neck.
"A clown, a shameless and shameless person, making everyone laugh!"
Rao Yaoyao was so angry that her delicate body was trembling, but unlike Xu Xiaoshou, she had a sharp tongue and a lot of swear words.
Even her angry words were civilized. She couldn't express her anger even if she wanted to curse, so she could only draw her sword.
Love swordsmanship cultivates the Tao, cultivates the heart, and cultivates self-restraint.
There are not many sword styles that focus on actual combat, no more than Mo Jian Shu, Wan Jian Shu, etc.
Rao Yaoyao entered Taoism with this swordsmanship, and her use of the sword was as gentle and civilized as her temperament, and she never acted recklessly.
But this doesn't mean that Rao Yaoyao only practices love swordsmanship and not other swordsmanship.
When she is extremely angry, the battle will not only involve the swordsmanship of love, but also the nine swordsmanships, the eighteen sword styles, and the three thousand swordsmanship, taking turns to fight.
"No sword style!"
When the sleeveless and red-scorched hands came to grab him, Rao Yaoyao did not dodge, and his body disappeared into nothingness.
At the same time, the wind swirled beneath her feet, and the sanctuary took shape.
In the surrounding area, the light and shadow of thousands of scenery deepened, and the white flames burning in her body, her power, and her path became even more dazzling.
And when "being" reaches its extreme, "nothing" also reaches its extreme.
The figure of Rao Yaoyao holding the sword completely disappeared, as if he had never appeared in such a world.
The sleeveless and red-skinned hand passed through her neck, but could not touch even half an inch of skin.
"Disappearance spell?"
Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened, it was so similar!
Normally, he would have really lost his position as Rao Yaoyao.
But now, relying on the induction of the Holy Emperor's power, he was still able to lock Rao Yaoyao's energy.
right here!
Just above this world of mortals whose light and shadow have been deepened!
Rao Yaoyao's "nothing" appears in the world of "being" in another way.
"The Red Dust Sword, the image of all living beings..."
Holy sounds suddenly floated from all directions.
They fought in turns all the way to Void Island. Although they were defeated many times, Rao Yaoyao's talent gave him a deep understanding.
The forms of sentient beings she is using now seem to have evolved and no longer summon invisible forms.
Instead, it is presented in the sacred realm, with thousands of scenes that are deepened to the extreme by "being", and with the help of its power, it helps to strengthen the sword.
"Everything is a sword!"
There was a buzzing sound, and swords were heard in all directions. Xu Xiaoshou stopped and looked, as if he was in danger of being surrounded on all sides.
"Wan Jian pays homage!"
Plants, trees, mountains and rocks, light and shadow, elements and objects...
Everything in the heaven and earth is not only tangible, but also the invisible things are condensed out of thin air and turned into sharp swords, which fall from the sky.
Tsk tsk tsk!
There were gaps all over Xu Xiaoshou's body, as if he had entered the enemy's Chijie force field, and his blood was splashed and burnt out by the thorns.
"Is this the true combat power of the Ancient Sword Saint?" Xu Xiaoshou was frightened for a moment.
He hasn't found his target yet.
But Rao Yaoyao, who can use swordsmanship as if he has reached the realm of transformation, shows that his ability is much stronger than before when he is facing one on one without any worries!
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
With the final shout, the invisible Ten Thousand Phases Sword of Heaven and Earth condensed in the sky and turned into a huge sword hanging in the sky.
The breath of mortals lingers around the sword body, and the breath of all living beings in the world flows around based on the determination of all things in the void island.
"Right there!"
Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and looked around, and could see the sacred and solemn figure of Xuan Cang, the Yao Yao Yao Sacrifice Sword, in the giant sword hanging in the sky.
"Buzz buzz..."
Without any pause, as soon as Rao Yaoyao's figure was exposed, the Xuantian Sword split into nine, then into hundreds, and then into infinity.
"Infinite numbers!"
After combining Wu Swordsmanship, Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, Love Swordsmanship, and then combining Nine Swordsmanship!
When infinity is unified and transformed into the Hanging Sky Sword.
Rao Yaoyao's sword was amplified to its final strength, and in terms of spirit, it had a power that surpassed that of a half-saint.
The Supreme Holy Tribulation roared down, and when it landed on the Hanging Sky Sword, the sword did not move, but the sharp edge divided it into pieces, turned into lightning, and disappeared into nothingness.
"Reach to the sky in one step!"
How dare Xu Xiaoshou let Rao Yaoyao continue to cast spells? He stepped forward and dodged onto the Hanging Sky Sword.
Rao Yaoyao is still in a semi-empty state.
If he, Xu Xiaoshou, had never practiced swordsmanship, he might not be able to find any chance of turning around.
But he studied under Mei Jiren and has already understood the nine major sword techniques, so why worry about not having a way to crack it?
"The third-rate red plum blossom falls into the world of elites."
When Yin Hong falls, the reality changes. Rao Yaoyao has not yet slashed his sword, and the Xuantian Sword changes from reality to reality.
Her figure also moved from half-hidden to the front of the stage.
The invisible thoughts floating in her spiritual world were even more amplified. Under Xu Xiaoshou's powerful spiritual thoughts at this moment, he could feel Rao Yaoyao's anger and murderous intention without even switching between reality and reality.
"The third-rate Hongmei, the Qingshi Sword!"
Xu Xiaoshou's thought turned into a sword, and the flaming python was attracted.
The same cyan giant sword floating in the air instantly penetrated the space and met Rao Yaoyao's Hanging Sky Sword.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Sword Saint Rao Yaoyao and "Holy Emperor" Xu Xiaoshou cast spells.
Two ancient giant swords collided in the sky.
"boom!"
Waves of air surged in the sky, breaking through the void thousands of miles away.
The supreme holy calamity eclipsed in an instant, and the heavenly secrets of the sky were drawn to the south.
While overcoming the tribulation, he did not forget to order Si Wuzhen to lower his light to protect the group of people watching the battle below.
The Holy Temple is a force of light, and it is impossible to let the holy war put these people to death and ignore it.
"It's so powerful!"
"Even though Xu Xiaoshou has the power of the Holy Emperor, he has played with Fairy Rao several times before..."
"But I still don't think he has the ability to defeat Fairy Rao head-on. What do you think?"
With their lives guaranteed, some people were shocked and spoke.
However, few people follow suit. Holy wars are already rare. Holy wars in ancient sword cultivation are even more rare and unheard of!
Everyone looked up and watched the ceremony without saying a word, just learning from the experience.
The moment the Xuantian Sword and the Qingshi Sword collided, Rao Yaoyao's delicate body was shaken violently, and he vomited blood and almost spurted out.
But Xu Xiaoshou was even more unbearable!
Thousands of miles of white flames under his feet were instantly shattered, and the flame wings behind him shattered on the spot.
Qingshi Sword resisted the blow, but his body could not withstand the sword master's bombardment and the backlash when the Holy Emperor's power was activated.
——He is resisting the torture of the Holy Emperor's power all the time, and his condition is not at its peak at all.
"puff!"
A mouthful of white magma spurted out, its essence was blood, but only fire remained when it spurted out.
While Xu Xiao controlled Qingshi's sword from collapsing, he immediately realized clearly with the help of his body's retreat force:
Sword to sword, I am no match for Rao Yaoyao!
But now that I am the Holy Emperor of Spirit Refining, and I have mastered the Heart of Perfection, the Three-Day Freeze Tribulation and other heavenly fires, why should I use short strikes to reach long ranges and use swords against swords?
"The art of swordsmanship is like the world of mortals!"
When his thoughts were passing like this, Rao Yaoyao had already changed his tactics, his eyebrows narrowed and then raised.
Xu Xiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning from the distance. His mind was in the world of mortals, and he saw the roar of troops and horses, and the waves of swords.
In just a moment, when his spiritual awakening was triggered, he also came back to consciousness with the powerful guarantee of the Holy Emperor's power.
But it only took such a moment!
Qingshi's sword was suddenly broken, and Rao Yaoyao faced him with all his strength. Xuan Cang ordered the Xuantian Sword to split him in two.
"Xu Xiaoshou, please pay the price for your arrogance!" Rao Yaoyao's eyes were cold and he shouted.
Force me?
"Emperor's Pattern Seed Technique!"
Xu Xiaoshou sighed softly and entered the state of the Immovable Ming King as if he were autistic.
But around him, one after another, the source seeds of full illumination jumped out in an instant, which were compressed and condensed with the power of the Holy Emperor.
Not seeking stability, but seeking explosion!
The fire was densely packed, covering Xu Xiaoshou's whole body, making it airtight.
——Explosion is the best defense!
Rao Yaoyao held his sword and clattered, and at the critical moment he forcibly restrained his attack, almost hitting the source seeds.
"what?"
She was so frightened that she jumped through time and space with her sword and passed through Xu Xiaoshou, not daring to hurt him at all.
But in this moment of delay, His Majesty Fudo Ming, Xu Xiaoshou recovered.
"The sword technique of the heart, everything is demonic before your eyes!"
There was a bang, the same move, Rao Yaoyao was also hit, and a surging demonic energy burst out of his body.
But this wasn't the first time she had been hit by this technique, and she came back to consciousness quickly.
However, a moment later, when he raised his eyes, he saw that the scene had changed.
The flame python in Xu Xiaoshou's right hand was pulling tens of thousands of Saint Emperor's Origin Seeds. As if the world was about to be destroyed, he directed it with a sword.
This wasn't the end yet. He reached out with his sleeveless and red-scorched left hand, grasping the weak with the real thing. He took advantage of Rao Yaoyao's loss of control and grabbed her by the neck.
"Zizzi..."
Burning pain hit, Rao Yaoyao even smelled the smell of burnt meat, but it was too late for her to worry about this.
Because a sword-flaming python carrying thousands of origin species was like the god of death swinging a sickle and slashing its head.
"The Holy Emperor is in charge, and the light of an ant is blooming like a pearl?"
