The world was filled with sword light. Only the two ancestors were not blinded by the dazzling white snow and witnessed the grace of this sword with their own eyes.
A touch of gold penetrated Wu Peixian's head, and gurgling blood flowed down.
There was silence between heaven and earth, and even the invisible breeze was stagnant.
Buddha smiled and said: "This is not the strength that a sixth-grade martial artist can possess. It is clearly that this immortal sword is fighting against injustice. Compared with the green belt city that killed the immortals with one sword a few days ago, it is not far behind. It is even worse."
Taoist Lotus Crown's eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide enough to stuff an egg. His mind went blank. Apart from shock, he only had one thought, "Is this sword the strength of the eighth realm or the ninth realm?"
But what Daozu said next can be said to be a prophecy.
"A narrow escape from death."
Not far away, Gui Liu handed out a sword with all his strength, sat down slumped, and pressed his chest hard, but the huge blood hole caused by the ancient sword supporting the pillar could not stop the bleeding at all, and scarlet still oozed from the fingers. He looked at the frozen man in the distance.
Is it finally over?
The white-haired young man simply leaned back, lying on the ground, staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds.
His hands could feel the temperature of his chest, and the broken soft armor was hot with blood, but his hands were gradually getting colder, and soon his whole body would become cold. The ancient sword was used as a support by the great wizard. The injured person's injuries could not be healed. The number one in the world during the Sui Dynasty for five hundred years died under this sword because of serious injuries that would not heal. He knew that he would not survive. Came down.
Guiliu suddenly grinned and said in a voice that only he could hear from his throat, "I took revenge for you."
A breeze blew by, carrying a strong smell of blood.
Taoist Lotus Crown rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Wu Peixian's hand seemed to... move?
Daozu said with a smile: "Why, my words come true." Buddha ignored it and watched the changes.
That was not an illusion. Wu Peixian really moved his fingers, then raised his arms suddenly, pulled out the snow-white Zhuxian that penetrated his head little by little, and threw it casually at his feet. A huge hole appeared on his head, bloody and bloody, like A ghost.
His face was expressionless. He first looked at the Taoist Buddha who was sitting not far away, and then bowed his hands and saluted: "This junior has met the two patriarchs."
Buddha's face was expressionless, "I worshiped you wrongly, I am not your ancestor."
Hearing this, Master Lotus Crown was first stunned, then suddenly realized, and looked at Wu Peixian suddenly. That expression was as if he had caught the hand of a god from a confusing chess game. It was not ecstasy, but suspicion and disbelief.
That bullshit great monk of the Yin Yang Family bets!
Why does Wu Peixian want to worship his ancestor? What did Buddha mean by those words just now? Why did Daozu nod happily?
Taoism gave birth to Yin Yang School!
In other words, Wu Peixian, who lived in a secular dynasty, was not favored by the giant of the Yin and Yang family at all. As for receiving ancient swords to support the shackles and life-saving means, that was even more nonsense.
If you give something to yourself, can it be called a gift?
What's the meaning?
He, Wu Peixian, is the giant of the Yin and Yang family! To be precise, it is a part that has been stripped out!
Among the three religions and hundreds of schools, the immortal monks, the immortals from the sea of clouds, and all the people behind the scenes, who could have guessed that Wu Peixian was the giant of the Yin Yang family? !
Except for the founder of the Three Religions, who could see it? !
Taoist Lotus Crown took a sharp breath, and a chill ran down his spine. It was such a great trick to hide it from the eyes of the three worlds!
In this case, the ending is doomed. There is only one way for him to die.
Wu Peixian disappeared in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he had strangled Gui Liu's neck, punched him hard on the forehead, and Gui Liu's pupils were filled with blood, and his face was covered with blood.
"There is no need for this dead-set expression. In order to kill you, I would not hesitate to peel off part of my soul and stay in the world for decades. I painstakingly planned this game. Every step has been deduced tens of thousands of times to ensure that there will be no mistakes. Just to Kill you, the little prince of a secular dynasty. Today I even risked my life to come and kill you myself, so it should be your honor to die in my hands."
Guiliu was speechless, but stared at him with his blood-filled eyes.
Wu Peixian suddenly smiled and said, "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. Your mother and Zu Yuanliang were fighting fiercely, right? Without her protection, Chen Luyao's parents are probably dead. Chen Luyao obviously had two The opportunity does not require death. As long as she kills you for the first time, she can be reunited with her family, and she will be reincarnated for several lifetimes with no worries about food and clothing. The second time, if she trades her parents' life for her own life, I can also let her go. She had a way out. But she didn't want to. The first time she turned her target to your sister, and the second time she didn't want to keep the Spring God Cup, because in her heart, you and her parents are more important than her own life. Since she wants to protect you so much, then I will let her, but she won’t be able to do so.”
Suddenly there was a heavy rain, and with him as the center, layers of majestic water exploded outward.
At that moment, thunder rolled down from the sky, as if it could shatter the internal organs. A huge whirlpool measuring tens of millions of miles suddenly appeared in the sky, and a black dot of mustard seeds hung high in the sky.
Of course, Guiliu couldn't see clearly the shaky ancient sword on his head.
His brain exploded millions of times with just one sentence.
"Chen Luyao's parents are dead, Chen Luyao's parents are dead, Chen Luyao's parents are dead..."
After walking through the river of time for a long, long time, in those long days, a man gradually understood why she was smiling so happily when her face was filled with tears that day.
She used her own death to protect her parents, how could she be unhappy?
But why is her face full of tears?
The burning clouds seemed to have burned through half of the sky. It was so beautiful. It is a pity that such a beautiful scenery will never be seen again.
She is also a young woman who has just begun to fall in love. She also wants to live, but she has to die.
What mistake did she make? What mistake did she make!
On the verge of death, this young man with dilated pupils suddenly summoned unimaginable strength out of thin air. He tightly grasped Wu Peixian's arm with both hands. His blood-filled pupils were wide open, his mouth was full of blood, and his throat was rolling, as if he wanted to ask for something from him. The answer was not even a word.
The ancient sword Fusha fell from an altitude of tens of millions of miles. From a mustard seed, the black dot became larger and larger, getting closer and closer to the ground, and getting closer and closer to the man's head.
Wu Peixian smiled and said, "Close your eyes."
On another battlefield, the three swords of Spring and Autumn were drawn out, the earth was torn apart, and there were thousands of ravines, all cut by the sword energy.
Yao Tiao was always strolling in the courtyard, even his white clothes were not stained by dust, and he was worthy of the name of Boxing Immortal.
In one breath of pure Qi, the two exchanged blows hundreds of times, but Qingxue never had the upper hand.
But the soft and timid maid just stood behind Qingxue, her legs trembling.
Among the four maids of His Royal Highness, Qiuli was particularly bad at fighting, otherwise Jin Zhi would not have been nearly beaten to death that day. But even so, her severe stage fright today, especially at this critical moment of life and death, was really abnormal.
Yao Tiao punched the fish intestines back. Without turning around, he held the Zhanlu that came quietly with his right hand. He turned slightly sideways and put his left hands together to make a fist. He actually wanted to fight the Qingxue that was coming straight with one hand. .
The heaven and earth blew through the awe-inspiring righteousness, and the long sword contained the killing sword energy, easily piercing the fist in front of Yao Tiao. When Fengzhi entered the palace in the past, he had looked up the fighting methods of this armored General of the Buddha, and was well aware of the fierceness of the sword of this ten thousand enemy. Yao Tiao did not hesitate to punch straight up, and directly boiled a breath of true energy into Qi machine. Deliver a punch with all your strength.
Pan Ying penetrated Yao Tiao's palm, and the fluttering white clothes were stained with blood, that's all.
Qingxue, on the other hand, retreated dozens of feet before barely stopping, with blood seeping from the corners of her mouth and her arms shaking slightly.
One is the twelfth in the world who almost made it to the top ten in martial arts evaluation twice, and the other is the 30th in the martial arts evaluation that is declining. The huge gap is self-evident. If this continues, it is only a matter of time before Yao Tiao wins.
Qingxue did not turn around, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth fiercely, and said angrily: "Your Highness, the Queen, and the Armored Pagoda are all working hard just to get out of here alive. How long are you going to hide behind me!"
The man behind her didn't answer, but footsteps sounded.
With a breath of pure Qi, Qingxue can only hold Pan Ying with both hands now, and is even less able to control the other two ancient swords. It is estimated that in the time of two sticks of incense, it will be a life and death fight. She ordered: "Yao Tiao's boxing skills are wide open and closed, and his strength is superior to mine. You are not good at fighting, so be sure not to let him get within three feet of you."
The figure behind him still didn't speak, and the footsteps became heavier and heavier. Qingxue's side suddenly exploded with domineering sword energy, planning to use the sword again.
Her figure suddenly froze.
Yao Tiao narrowed his eyes slightly.
Qingxue slowly lowered her head, and she saw a snow-white lotus-root arm dripping with blood, as if it had grown from her chest. Her chest and back were suddenly stained with blood, as beautiful as flowers.
The man behind her put his red lips close to her ear and exhaled like blue, "Does it hurt?"
Qingxue took a deep breath, "Why?"
Qiuli chuckled, bit her earlobe, and pulled out her arm suddenly, blood splattering everywhere.
There were thousands of enemies on the battlefield, and the general in the armored pagoda was holding his sword tightly with both hands, but he was kneeling on his knees.
Qiuli rubbed her head and said, "It's so pitiful." Then she slowly walked forward and came to Yao Tiao's side.
It turns out that she, like Jin Zhi, is Wu Peixian's killer who secretly inserts himself next to Gui Liu, but Jin Zhi and she don't know each other. As a killer, Jin Zhi always keeps her identity as a killer in mind because she has feelings for him day and night, but she does not.
Still focusing on Qingxue, Qiuli smiled softly, "What are you waiting for, the boxing fairy in white? She is probably in pain right now. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain. Let's send her away with one punch."
Yao Tiao remained motionless, narrowing his eyes and smiling: "Although you are Wu Peixian's secret assassin, I am really disgusted with your behavior."
As soon as these words came out, Qiuli looked like a sad little lady, hiding her face and crying, and choked up: "This is wrong. This little girl has been hiding and dormant for more than ten years, walking on thin ice, and being in constant fear all day long, so she disclosed this matter. It's done. How can the young master deny it with just one sentence? If you say that again, I will file a complaint with the master."
Thinking she was too much of an eyesore, Yao Tiao pushed her head away with great force, causing her to fall heavily to the ground. He said sarcastically, "A dog is still loyal. You have one master on both sides, so you are worse than a dog." .”
Qiuli clenched her hands into trembling fists, and her murderous intent surged in her heart.
Yao Tiao didn't care at all, he didn't even look at her and sneered: "What, you want to kill me?"
Qiuli suddenly became as silent as a cicada.
Yao Tiao looked at Qingxue, who was seriously injured and kneeling in the distance, with cold eyes, "Once this matter is over, Wu Peixian and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. I don't care about the righteousness of our family and country, but the way he does things really makes me feel sick." .”
The man in white clothes stepped forward slowly, without any punching intention in his body.
Just like that, he walked up to Qingxue and squatted down in front of her.
He hesitated for a moment, about to say something, but suddenly his arm was entangled with countless red threads, and his flesh and blood burst open.
He tore the red silk with force, and suddenly there were thousands of rain arrows. Yao Tiao quickly retreated, as if it was raining in Jiangnan Road in the past, and he knocked back the majestic rain dozens of feet with one punch, and stood firm.
Looking at the two newcomers, he nodded with satisfaction, "I was still worried about whether to kill or not. In that case, let's go together."
Taozhi's hands are wrapped in red silk, a murder technique lost for thousands of years that can break the body of a warrior. As a sixth-grade monk, Jin Zhi's attainments in talisman arrays are truly astonishing. Just now, the raindrops were strung together into thousands of flying arrows, which was the rain talisman array.
Taozhi glanced at Qingxue, not letting go of her arrogance at this moment, and snorted, "Can you still stand up?"
Qingxue said nothing, took a deep breath, and stood up slowly.
It's like rising up from the sky.
People all over the world always have questions about why a young woman can become the most powerful general in the world.
Even if the old Emperor Dafeng personally praised him as an enemy of ten thousand people, such doubts are still everywhere.
But the moment Yao Tiao saw her slowly getting up, he suddenly understood.
She's not the best at hitting.
But like the Iron-Armored Pagoda, no matter how badly injured she is, no matter who the opponent is, as long as she doesn't die, it will be a collision, a hard collision.
It seems a bit unreasonable, but the hussar general who was "the first person to lead an army throughout the ages" was defeated by this.
There is never a lack of heroism on the battlefield.
In this case, why is Jianghu lacking?
At this moment, Yao Tiao felt so happy, like the majestic mountains and rivers, like the surging river, dressed in white, with big sleeves swaying.
The boxing intention has reached an unprecedented height!
That was the opportunity to break through to the seventh level!
Between heaven and earth, the white clothes disappeared.
The intention of the fist has arrived!
Not far away, there was a young man with white hair, his face covered with blood and tears.
The grief was so great that I couldn't breathe.
The ancient sword holding the shackles was getting closer and closer, and he only had one thought in his mind, "Why am I not the stillborn fetus that I was nineteen years ago?"
Who forced Chen Luyao to death? Who killed Chen Luyao's parents?
Is it Wu Peixian?
The culprit is this self who died young!
All the disasters are all because of this self who is still alive until now!
The road to life is paved with blood by the loved ones around you, and you are walking alone. This way of living is worse than not living at all!
So the white-haired young man opened his eyes wide and tried his best to see clearly the ancient sword that was getting closer and closer. For the first time in his life, he was so eager for death.
Kill yourself as a murderer.
Kill yourself, the murderer who has committed crimes for more than ten years.
He thought to himself, slowly closing his eyes.
Wu Peixian also stood up, turned around and left slowly without looking at the swordsmen removing his body.
All results are done.
