Seeing the body of the ancestor of Longhu Mountain, which was like a child who returned to his original state, was split by Xu Fengnian with a knife. Shu Xi's eyes flashed with pleasure in Shu Xi's eyes. In previous years, he had been living under the roof of the Beiliang Palace and had done many dirty life transactions. There were also dangers of life hanging on the line several times, but they were not as futile as they are today. Facing Zhao Xuansu, who had always shown himself as a child, could not even touch his sleeves, so he was so overwhelmed by the majestic aura he pressed down on, and he was bleeding from his seven orifices.

At this time, when he saw His Royal Highness, assisted by Deng Tai'a's sword magic, he succeeded with one sword. He felt relieved and wished he could promise the young prince on the spot. She knew very well that if Xu Fengnian had not spoken, in a few moments, she and Yang Qingfeng would have the energy and flesh in her body exploded together with the flesh and blood of her body, and the bones were gone. Shu Xi could not do as open-minded as Lu Qiantang who died in the reed marsh. The bullshit life and death were destined to be rich and noble, so she fled from the cold cage in Beiliang, and even wanted to replace Pei Nanwei to become the pseudo-pinion of the Jing'an Prince's Mansion. How could Shu Xi die here? Silently recite the mind method, and go with the breath, and the pain was all over her heart. Shu Xi's beautiful and charming face inevitably seemed very distorted.

Only one wave had just subsided and another wave had risen again. Before Shu shyly complained that Zhao Xuansu was ugly, he saw the six flying swords of the Peach Blossom Sword God buzzing and cicadas. After the out-of-body spirit that failed to ascend to the immortal world and entered the heavenly gate, it still gathered and continued to gather. Instead, it seemed to be gone, floating in the air, wearing a yellow-purple Taoist robe with wide sleeves, the so-called heavenly style and immortal style, but that's it.

Shu Xi looked up at the rootless soul that seemed to be free from heaven and earth, and a sense of fear came overwhelming. Shu Xi turned his head hard and looked at Deng Tai'a who was standing in a distance. The twelve flying swords that were divided into two batches were all revealed. The black armored childhood sweethearts and bamboos were dew spring water and peach blossoms, the moth eyebrows, the yellow birds and yellow tung tung twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve twelve

Xu Fengnian slowly stepped back with his knife, squinted his eyes at Zhao Xuansu, who looked like the middle-aged Taoist on the top of Kuanglu Mountain, and sneered: "It's really a centipede worm that dies without being stiff. The old Taoist with a bull's nose is more greedy than the other."

Zhao Xuansu, who was unable to enter the sky gate, looked back at the sea with golden light falling, with complex eyes. The six short swords were still inserted into the six acupoints, like a gangrene with bones. The flying sword entered the soul and burned a hissing sound, like hot water pouring ice and snow. However, Zhao Xuansu was unaware that the flying sword that Deng Taia carried with him was naturally not an ordinary weapon, otherwise he would not be able to hurt the real Yuanying who was out of the body. Although the sword was small, the heroic spirit contained in the sword was invisible.

In fact, people all think that killing demons and eliminating demons is a mysterious trick of Taoist sect. In fact, this is not the case. Therefore, martial artists from the martial arts world reach the realm of transformation and use the heavenly beings to test the sword, which is also in the law. Deng Tai'a always looked scattered and gentle, without any awareness of confronting a land god. He asked with a smile: "Tailor Deng has never been to Longhu Mountain. I don't know whether the meeting ceremony of these six swords is light or heavy for Master Zhao, and I am very frightened."

Although he was in danger, Xu Fengnian still couldn't help laughing. Deng Tai'a was worthy of being a weird person. He first called Zhao Xuansu an old dog, and then pretended to greet him and be polite. However, there was no respect in his words, which was really a slap in the face. Xu Fengnian then felt a lot of emotion. If Deng Tai'a didn't have this sword-controlling secret, how could she be ashamed of the moment? Shushao Yang Qingfeng and others didn't even say a word.

Was he suppressed by Zhao Xuansu? Not to mention the ill-fated Long Yuxuan, who had only been a cheap father for a few days, but was turned into powder by a cheap son who turned against him. This Longhu Mountain is indeed very different from the one in Wudang Mountain. The old leader Wang Chonglou did not have the arrogance of a Taoist sect. When he met several times, his kindness and affinity were not just because he was the prince of Beiliang. Such a huge Taoist ancestral court was considered a good person.

No wonder this sloppy old Taoist is depressed and unsuccessful, but the prime minister like Zhao Danping secretly held a high position and was at its peak. Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian glanced at the assassin who was blocking his face, and the little girl who smiled. For the sake of the thousand taels of gold, this girl with a mysterious origin really refused to come out. She didn't even care about her life? First, the eleventh king of the world, Mingyin, and then the great real person Zhao Xuansu, she sold her gourd in the end.

What medicine? Is it a murder or a rescue? Jia Jiajia? The three words of the name are homophonic with Jia. Xu Fengnian once passed it to Xu Xiao in a secret letter, asking her if the dead soldiers were placed around her. This involves the life and death of Xu Fengnian. Xu Xiao wrote a letter in person to explain that this woman is definitely not the number one dead soldiers in the royal palace. In this way, Xu Fengnian is even more confused. What is this girl pretending to be in her head? If she is said to be just a little wealth fan, who believes it?

As for the failure of a sword to disperse Zhao Xuansu's soul, Xu Fengnian must be disappointed, but he can't say that he was surprised and shocked. The methods of heaven and man were already mysterious and unpredictable. The two people on the waters of the East China Sea moved mountains and opened the sky gate and showed their magical powers. How thrilling was it! Although Zhao Xuansu's killing by force was definitely inferior to Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang, if he was to be solved by His Royal Highness with one sword, it would be too expensive. At least he had practiced the stinky old Taoist who had been an ordinary person for several lifetimes on Longhu Mountain.

Zhao Xuansu can tell the world without going out, and he can tell the world without going down the mountain. He gently brushed his sleeves without touching the fireworks of the world, brushing the two flying swords named Moe-browed Vermilion Bird out of the two major acupoints. The flying sword was not broken. After being forced, it flew around the old Taoist. Zhao Xuansu turned a blind eye and laughed: "I heard on the mountain that Deng Tai'a's sword technique exceeded the two realms of the same swordsmen in the world, chasing Lu Zu's sword. Today I am lucky to have personally experienced it, and it will not be in vain. It's just that I came and did not go back. I also have a small trick of carving insects, and I want to compete with Deng Jianshen."

Deng Tai'a asked: "Since the old master has no hope of becoming an immortal in this life, his body has been removed from the army, why not let the boat go with the flow and find a good family to reincarnate while the soul is still gathering?"

While speaking, Zhao Xuansu waved his sleeves again, and forced the sword to leave his body with a golden golden thread, and stroked his beard and said: "The old Taoist vowed not to prove the way to find a place in the heavenly court. If he died, he would die. He disdained the nine kinds of corpses of the sect."

Deng Tai'a was also leisurely and did not beat the dogs as hard as the people in the city. Instead, he asked calmly: "The prophecies and divination of the Taoist sect are said to be able to determine good and bad luck. I believe that five hundred years of storms can't count the heavens and earth to count their own lives?"

Xu Fengnian watched the old Taoist priest roll up his sleeves for the third time and slapped the two flying swords into the air. Only the last Taia Xiaojian was left. Zhao Xuansu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The way of heaven is like a carriage, galloping like thunder, and there are moths circling leisurely. Why doesn't this moth hit the wall of the car?"

Deng Tai'a said with emotion: "How can you be free and easy when you are in the world? You can't step out of Kunlun in one step, and you can't live for a hundred years in a lifetime."

Xu Fengnian was inexplicably heard, and there was no feeling of enlightenment. He only knew that these two masters were ready to go. To be precise, Deng Tai'a was confident and confident to the point of being conceited, allowing Zhao Xuansu to escape from the six swords. In the carriage over there, Murong Tonghuanghuang lifted the curtain to watch the battle. Murong Wuzhu was timid and did not dare to look around. She shook in the corner and shivered. She suddenly widened her eyes. She saw the pineapple wooden box slowly rising, shaking violently, the sword box opened, and the Linglong Six Swords broke through the air. Deng Tai'a waited for the small sword with his same life to bounced into the air and said softly: "What is the way of heaven? Deng doesn't think deeply, but since practicing sword, he has never doubted the sword in his hand."

Everyone only saw Deng Tai'a, who was unparalleled in murder, smiled and stretched out his fingers, and then played them.

Twelve small swords lined up in front of him, as if they were to draw a gap between heaven and earth.

The sky and the earth change color, and the momentum is almost no less than the water surface of the East China Sea.

In a snap of your fingers, you will be born and died in a flash.

This refers to the essence of mystery.

Therefore, Wang Xianzhi once said that in the Vajra Realm in the world, only the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin got the essence, and the celestial spirit was divided by Cao Changqing to the eight dou, and then pointed to the Xuan realm, and Deng Tai'a won the title.

The first level and four realms have high or low realms, but it does not mean that the achievements of martial arts are high or low. Especially those saints of the Three Sects who have the advantage of the heaven, place and people, even if they enter the realm of gods and immortals on land, the battle between life and death may not be the opponent of the scattered immortals outside the three religions. Furthermore, the three religions have always valued the way of heaven and martial arts, and even the magical power of Lu Zu flying sword to take the head for thousands of miles is regarded as a skill, which is inconsistent with the great way. The saints of the Three Sects do not value martial arts, which shows that.

Deng Tai'a smiled and said, "The sword formation was designed to solve the famous soldiers. It was originally Deng who prepared for Wang Xianzhi. Things in the world were unpredictable, but they were used on your head. What a pity."

Zhao Xuansu narrowed his eyes and said, "What a thunder pool that creates the world. I dare to go beyond it. I have to see if Deng Jianshen can help me!"

The ancestors of Longhu Mountain really stepped past.

The sword formation is like a rainbow.

The out-of-body soul was immediately shattered without a trace.

In an instant, Deng Tai'a said angrily: "How dare Old Dog Zhao take such a chance!"

Tai Ah Deng came to the prince's back and took the rear captain and threw Xu Fengnian out. However, the new sword god was already alert and quick enough, and still could not resist a torrent of purple aura pouring into Xu Fengnian. It was vaguely heard of Zhao Xuansu's last words on the eve of his military resignation: "Since you can't kill the energy, I will take a clue and steal the secret of heaven. Transfer the disaster of Longhu Mountain to your boy!"

Purple Qi comes from the east.

Although it was stirred up by the sword formation, 20% to 30% of it still poured into Xu Fengnian's body.

Deng Tai'a showed such an angry and angry face for the first time, and the world was silent, shouting: "Zhao Xuansu, Deng wants you to have a son and a grandson in the Heavenly Master Mansion!"

The purple air of the Three Clears is vast and lingers in Xu Fengnian's whole body.

The great disaster is coming.

Deng Tai'a was extremely upset. He was familiar with many Taoist methods. Zhao Xuansu clearly wanted to make Xu Fengnian die at the cost of his own life. Although Deng Tai'a thought that killing people rarely met an opponent, the most unpredictable thing in this world was the cause and effect of Xu Fengnian. In fact, after the death of the princess Wu Su, there was only one verbal promise from the young man Xi Jian that year. He drew swords twice inside and outside the Wudi City of the East China Sea, and it was completely repaid. In an instant, the purple qi was harmonious with Xu Fengnian. No matter how powerful Deng Tai'a was, he could not even cut off his energy. Even if he took a step back, he was willing to endure this disaster, but he was powerless and could not absorb that energy. This was also what Deng Tai'a hated Zhao Xuansu the most. As a Taoist real person, he was so despicable!

The girl turned around and stared at Xu Fengnian, who turned from purple to black on the eyebrows. She smiled, but she was not gloating, but a little sad. This strange feeling might even be shocked even when Huang Sanjia saw it.

She tiptoed and reached out to touch the black Yintang of His Royal Highness.

Even though Deng Tai Abdul was stunned, he finally didn't stop him.

The cold and cold in the north are bitter.

That year, Dongxue, a little girl knelt on the side of the road and sold herself to bury her mother. She was born in the bottom of the market. Her father was addicted to gambling. She was originally a small family who was well-fed and well-fed. After a few years, she lost all her money. After her daughter was born, she vowed to stop gambling with the jass lady of the little family. She even chopped off a finger herself, but she still couldn't resist gambling. As the child remembered, what she saw every day was that her father threatened to sell her to threaten her mother to be a private prostitute, and was drunk and beat and scolded her mother. She was the greatest success. When she grew up in difficult days, her mother's face gradually withered and earned less money, the girl could never forget those vulgar men who walked out of the leaking hut with their belts and threw more than a dozen copper coins to her father. The man bent down to receive the money. Later, her mother knew that the man was determined to sell her daughter and was terminally ill. When she was terminally ill, the girl could not forget those vulgar men who walked out of the hut with her belt and threw more than a dozen copper coins to her father.

She changed her last dress in the bottom of the box, sent her daughter to pick some wild vegetables, cooked a pot of rice porridge with arsenic. When the girl returned home, the man who had never called her father afterwards was already cold. A small pot of porridge was only six bowls. He just ate himself and drank five bowls in one breath, so he died quickly. The woman who had just drunk a bowl of porridge hugged her daughter before she died, bleeding and crying, unable to speak. The little girl with frostbite and bleeding fingers cleaned her mother's face, put her in a straw mat, and without looking at the man, came to Liangzhou City and knelt beside the mat. This scene is not strange in the winter in Beiliang, so she doesn't need to write anything on charcoal, and she doesn't need to shout or cry, but who would like to spread this kind of bad things that cost a lot of silver for a thin and dirty little girl?

On the road, there are bright clothes and angry horses and martened furs.

No one would take a look at this little girl who might not be able to survive this cold winter.

Several thugs who had paid money to enter and exit the hut at her house passed by, kicked the straw mat and exposed the little girl's body. She lay on her mother. They said that her mother was a dirty woman and just threw the body out of the wild. She cried and said that her mother was not dirty at all, so they went to step on the body. The little girl bit one of the scoundrels' leg, but her hair was pulled and she was lifted up and punched her in the stomach, asking her if she was dirty. Every time she said she was not dirty, she would be punched every time she said she would not be dirty every time she shook her head. How old was she? How many hits could she withstand? But passers-by were indifferent, and no one would pay attention to these. Many people were bored and watched with relish.

Later, when a luxurious carriage passed by, I heard a noise. A young family with a luxurious white furnished family walked off the carriage and came to her. Beside him was a beautiful woman with disgust and covered her nose. He asked her who was better, her mother and the women around her. The little girl with blood oozing from the corner of her mouth gave an answer that made the bystanders burst into laughter. The charming woman who was accompanying the family lost her face and her eyes were full of anger and chill. The absurd reputation spread throughout Beiliang.

Nian Shi family had no expression. They picked a bead hairpin from the head of the woman who was playing with the other side. A huge pearl was hung at the end of the hairpin. The little girl didn't know what was round and precious, and she didn't know what was worth a thousand gold. She only saw the man squatting down and inserted the bead hairpin on her mother's head. She asked her if it looked good. The little girl cried and said it was good. He touched her head, laughed, and said nothing. He returned to the carriage and left. Then, someone immediately buried her mother.

That winter, the little girl knelt on the grave and met Huang Longshi.

Over the years, besides killing, her only hobby is to collect hairpins.

This year, outside Xiangfan City, she killed the eleventh place in the world. Whoever wants the young family to die that year, will she want to die? No matter whether you are a first-class master or a land god? For her, this is the only truth.
Chapter completed!