Chapter 160 The battle between gods and immortals in Wudi City, the red clothes of the lotus peak are in full swing
『I swear to practice for another three hundred years for the right path of heaven and earth! 』
『I just want the world to open a line and let Xu Zhihu ascend! 』
After His Royal Highness and his group quickly left Wudi City, the strange little insect counted on his fingers, his face pale, suddenly jumped off the horse, rolled on the road, burst into tears and snot, and his heart-wrenching and pitiful look made people feel like his thief father on the back of a horse was killed by a righteous person. Xu Fengnian had learned from the blue bird’s beak about Deng Tai’a’s killing power in the city, as well as the conversation between the Tao Sword God and the little insect, and vaguely guessed the absurd background of this “child”. The little brat rolled over with dust, and finally stood in the middle of the road with his hips on his hips, facing the southwest direction, wiped away his tears, and cursed: “Damn Hong Xixiang, this bastard, isn’t it true to do things? Why are you competing with our Longhu Mountain? Didn’t the Tianshi Mansion let the woman you like go up the mountain to burn incense? The younger generation is fighting. You, an old guy who has been practicing Taoism for several years, are you angry? Why don’t you think you are the ancestor of Lu, so I dare not speak. Of course, I am just reasoning with you, don’t fight me! Nine lucky lotus, Nine lucky lotus! I have only a little family background, I have been tormenting you for the old man. I am thrifty and thrifty all my life. Is it easy?”
At the end, the child who said “My poor” sobbed and choked, and his little shoulders trembled and trembled. It’s really sad that those who hear it were crying and sad. Xu Fengnian looked gloating and looked at the crowded East China Sea from afar, just thinking it was a joy in suffering. He rode his horse to Long Yuxuan and asked with a smile, “I won’t comfort your son.”
Long Yuxuan was at a loss, his face twitched, and his head was covered in cold sweat. What else is his son? The Guazi, who can be called an old god by the new sword god, made him take advantage of his grandfather.
The key is that the child is about to die. Now he turned his head and shouted “Dad” at Long Yuxuan. Long Yuxuan’s clay Bodhisattva was also angry and immediately replied, “Old ancestor, stop playing with the young ones, can I call you your own ancestor?”
The little insect rolled his eyes and said, “You are the father, then I go to the capital to call the emperor’s ‘grandson’, he is really my grandson. Look at your prospect!”
Long Yuxuan almost spit out blood. If he hadn’t cared about his hidden identity, he would have dismounted and hung up and beat the little bastard. Xu Fengnian glanced at the happy enemies, and his eyes finally froze on the little insect’s tender face. In the past, when I browsed Taoist classics, I saw descriptions similar to “I am over a hundred years old and look like a baby”, which used this to describe the magic of Taoist immortals. The three talents met and formed a true baby, which was in line with the so-called return to nature by the new sword god Deng Tai’a. Seeing the obscure eyes of His Royal Highness, the little insect patted his butt, posing with a masterful demeanor, and habitually stroked his beard. After touching it twice, he felt empty. Only then did he remember that his body that broke through the barrier was a child, and where could he have a beard that could be used to pretend. He smiled embarrassedly, without hiding it pretentiously, and walked to Long Yuxuan with a swagger.On the side, he climbed back to the horse’s back and advanced with His Royal Highness the Prince, saying, “I am Zhao Xuansu, Longhushan.”
Although Xu Fengnian was mentally prepared, he still felt trembling after hearing this little girl’s report to his house. The four heavenly masters in the contemporary Taoist ancestral court, the two old heavenly masters Zhao Xiyi and Zhao Xituan, are of the Xi generation. They are not only high in the Zhao family genealogy of the Heavenly Master, but also rank among the top in the Taoist dynasty in the world and are highly respected. After the name Xi, it was Dan, so the brothers Zhao Danxia and Zhao Danping were from the Dan generation, and then the Jing generation. In addition to Zhao Xiyi and Zhao Xituan, there are also some old real people of the Xi generation who cannot be retreated. However, they are either not the direct descendants of the Tianshi Mansion, or they are mediocre in their abilities, and are far less famous than the two old Tianshi Masters. But no one has ever heard of the Xuan generation, who is two generations taller than the Xi generation. The age of seventy is already the age of the world. The person in front of Xu Fengnian is conservatively estimated to have lived two of his seventies. His Highness immediately climbed a high slope, as if he had made up his mind to wait for the old sword god Li Chungang here. The child who claimed to be a true person of the Xuan generation Longhu frowned and said, “If you don’t leave, you are so close, you are not afraid that Li Chungang will be defeated by Wang Xianzhi again. You will be unable to bear it. Deng Tai’a killed someone in the city of Wudi and gave him a sword, which clearly put his mind on it.”
Xu Fengnian looked at the sea and said nothing. The huangli sword box with twelve flying swords was placed on the carriage by him. Xu Fengnian dared not take it lightly for Deng Tai’a who was carrying peaches. Tai Ah Deng is known for his weird words and deeds. It is true or false. If this guy digs a hole, Xu Fengnian will never be too careful to jump without saying a word and bury himself alive. When King Zhao Heng of Jing’an gave Wang Xianzhi a knife score, Xu Fengnian was not in a hurry to practice it. He still needed to wait until he returned to Beiliang to identify Bai Hu’er’s face and then start. If you go through a thousand miles a day as you practice, then your muscles and veins burst and your martial arts are gone, who will Xu Fengnian ask for complaining?
When the East China Sea battle is in the sea, the thunder is louder and the raindrops are even louder, the rivers and the seas are overwhelming, and the sword curtain is long. Everyone was stunned by the sight of the Wudi City crowded by the sea, and they did not expect that the martial artists in the world could still fight like this. Dozens of people from the world who wanted to see the world were shattered by the qi and sword energy.
Wang Xianzhi, the lord of Wudi City, had white beard and white hair, wearing a black robe, tall and burly, stood on the raging waves barefoot with his hands behind his back, allowing one thousand nine hundred swords to swarm and shoot, breaking three feet away, and falling into the sea. After eight hundred flying swords, it was only about to push it to two feet away, and six hundred swords finally reached one meter away from Wang Xianzhi. The abundant sword energy and the fierce qi confronted each other, lightning intertwined, making a sound, piercing the eardrums. Another five hundred swords stabbed Wang Xianzhi in black robe and white hair, but they shattered inch by inch, and Wang Xianzhi was unscathed. The observer thought that after the 1,900 swords were ineffective, the old man in the sheepskin fur would be exhausted. Unexpectedly, the old guy slowly revealed the word “Sword Form”, and all the broken swords fell from the sea were surfaced, gathering the furnace and turning into an unparalleled giant sword, lying among the two.
When the sword was completed, the sky broke and the bright golden light slowly sprinkled down.
Old man who is not amazingThe son laughed loudly and said, “Li Chungang’s sword can open the Tianmen, can you kill you Wang Xianzhi?”
Li Chungang opened the Tianmen with one sword.
It’s straight to the point, this mountain is Kunlun.
The people on the hillside were all confused. This was the real land god.
When Shu Xi, Yang Qingfeng, and even the blue birds couldn’t help but look up at the decisive battle at the peak of the East China Sea, the screams of horses and the clanging sounds of drawing swords came from everyone’s ears. Looking back, the horse where Long Yuxuan and the little insect were sitting was “cut off” in the waist. Long Yuxuan, who was watching the battle, was sitting in a pool of blood, with a confused look on his face. For some reason, the horse broke from his waist, like a chopstick being pinched off by someone with two fingers. What’s even more strange is that the scary little ancestor of Longhu Mountain stood between the two corpses of horses, his face as heavy as water. After the prince Xiu Dong, who drew his sword to kill, even the spring thunder was pulled out.
Zhao Xuansu, whose appearance is seriously inconsistent with his age and mind, had a faint smile a little scary, and he asked, “Xu Fengnian, how did you know I want to attack you?”
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, “Master Zhao, after knowing your identity, this prince was thinking that the old sword god Li Chungang and the new sword god Deng Tai’a are almost the same. Why does Li Chungang only think that you have a strange origin, but you can’t see that you have a state of freedom. In the Wudi City, you have already had a murderous intention to kill this prince and leaked clues about the movement of the aura. Originally, you wanted to take advantage of Li Chungang’s absence and let this prince die suddenly in front of the six Wu slaves in Wudi City in order to blame Wang Xianzhi, but you do not think so. Wanshuo, it was not calculated that Deng Tai’a also hidden his momentum into the city and broke your identity. If it were limited to this, this prince has always admired the master very much and would not draw his sword to face him. Old God Zhao went down the mountain and recognized Long Yuxuan as his father. This prince regarded him as an outlier, and could not reasonably guess. He thought Longhu Mountain was too boring and wanted to go down the mountain to play in the world. I dare to ask Old God Zhao, but for the sake of the withered Dragon Pond, he completely murdered the prince, and he lost his patience.”
Zhao Xuansu smiled plainly and said, “Everyone said you are a candle in the mountains. I met you with my own eyes on this trip, which is really a bit unfair for the young prince.”
Xu Fengnian didn’t hide it, and narrowed his eyes and said, “Besides, the old god may not know. Before Longhu, in Kuanglu Mountain, this prince had dealt with Zhao Huangchao. Just now, the old god’s true feelings were revealed. He said heartfelt words on the ground. Others don’t know the importance of it, but I was sweating in my heart.”
Zhao Xuansu smiled, stretched out his arms and turned into a mysterious air, absorbing the cheap father who was facing a great enemy into his tender palm. With a bang, Long Yuxuan exploded like a snowball, and his body fell to the ground, which was even more unbearable than the corpse horse. This Taoist priest who was very consistent with the metaphor of a thousand-year-old turtle, just stared at His Royal Highness, and didn’t look at Long Yuxuan, but just sighed lightly: “Life is impermanent, and good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.”
Xu Fengnian was not shocked at all, nor did he turn his head to look at the famous Beiliang Guest.Qing suddenly killed the thief in a foreign land. He didn’t even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked down at the ancestor of Longhu Mountain and asked curiously: “I was lucky enough to guess that the old god was going to take action, but as for why he wanted to kill him, he was still a little puzzled. I hope the old god would solve his doubts.”
Zhao Xuansu stretched out his hands and pressed down. Shu Xi and Yang Qingfeng, both men and horses, seemed to be pressing Wan Jun to the ground in an instant. The two horses were pressed into flesh paste. The two entourages of Beiliang struggled to support him, and blood was bleeding from his seven orifices. When facing the founder of Longhu Mountain, he had no power to fight back.
The Taoist glanced at the sea surface of the East China Sea and chuckled, “It’s okay for the prince to delay time. I’m not waiting for the Tianmen Cave to open, Li Chungang, Li Chungang, is worthy of being the first person in the swordsmanship in the next five hundred years.”
Shu Xi, who was dying, vomited blood, lay on the ground, and struggled, “Your Highness save me!”
Xu Fengnian ignored him and smiled, “What, the old god has such mysterious magical powers, and he is still afraid that his illusory luck will not be able to ascend.”
The Taoist sighed, “How can I not be afraid? Now that things have come to this point, I will explain it to you clearly. Zhao Xuansu and Yuhua ascend to the Immortality are only a line. Jiazi was like this before, but unfortunately it was still like this after Jiazi. Just like I just killed Long Yuxuan, I can’t escape the four words of good fortune and misfortune. The Zhao family of Tianshi Mansion where I am located is the same surname as the Zhao family of the emperor. For five hundred years, it is like the Xuanwu totem turtle tangled with snakes. The two have long been confused. The ancients said that it was difficult for a clean official to make up for family affairs, but I understand the origin of luck, but I can’t sort it out clearly, and I can’t clean it up. When I entered the Wudi City, I met Tai Ah Deng by chance. I actually had a weak intention to kill. When you were strong, I should not die, so I am happy to be a turtle with a head-shrinking turtle and hide in the three-point land of Longhu Mountain. Unfortunately, when I arrived here, Li Chungang actually opened the Tianmen Sword. Even if I kill you, I can take the opportunity to ascend. Look, that is the Tianmen. I once bet with Zhao Huangchao that whoever ascends first will lose a seal. Once I ascend today, my energy will be repaid. If his old turtle dares to collect the seal, he will go to find Zhao Huangchao. As for you, Xu Fengnian, died under Wang Xianzhi’s nose. The Zhao court used Xu Xiao’s butcher knife to cut the rotten meat from Wudicheng. The evil people will be beaten by the evil people, which is also a little compensation for my century-old friend Zhao Huangchao.”
Xu Fengnian praised, “The old god is good at making a good plan.”
Zhao Xuansu laughed and said, “I have lived a long life, but my face is thick.”
He continued to smile, “I advise you not to expect the two land gods over there to notice something strange here. I still have this ability.”
A gun was bent like an arc of the moon, sweeping down in the sky.
Zhao Xuansu remained motionless and allowed the gun to hit the tender body in an instant, but the next scene was the blue bird vomiting blood and flew backwards.
The Taoist said regretfully: “It’s a pity for a girl’s baby.”
Then he looked at His Royal Highness, as if he was a little mocking, “You are still calm and quiet.”Angry”