In normal times, no matter how arrogant Tang Sanshiliu was, he would never swear such bad words at the old Taoist nun, because the old Taoist nun's status was too high, even the old lady of the Tang family might not have much respect for her , at least he would be a little apprehensive, but he scolded like this without hesitation at this time, because he wanted to deliberately provoke the old Taoist nun and distract the old Taoist nun, because he was so angry and scared at this time that he forgot to be afraid , because Xuanyuan Po unexpectedly raised the iron sword in his hand.
The bear boy who is so energetic that he has to eat six meals a day and smashes trees every day has his own way of fighting. His bravery was crowned in the Orthodox Academy, and his fighting style was different from Chen Changsheng and others. He didn't think, and after being humiliated, he would use fighting to eliminate it, even if it cost his own life.
But how could his iron sword hit the old Taoist nun? How could he be better than this old Taoist nun? Judging by the standards of the human cultivation world, Xuanyuan Po's realm has already penetrated the secluded world, but it is absolutely impossible for him to hurt the old Taoist nun. The heavy iron sword, like a weak willow branch, was locked in the cold wind by the lake, unable to fall at all.
Looking at the iron sword, the old Taoist seemed to recognize its origin, raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. But she wasn't going to show mercy, that cold sense of extinction instantly controlled his body and sea of consciousness, and the next moment it would tear him into powder like a raging wave. As long as she had the slightest thought, Xuanyuan Po would die.
Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu, Su Moyu, and Tang Thirty-six shot towards the side of Donghu Lake like four arrows, but even if they risked their lives, they seemed unable to change the ending. It seemed that they could only watch Xuanyuan Po die before their eyes. Can anyone change all this
might have.
Chen Changsheng still had a last resort, he was ready to throw that life-saving thing out without hesitation.
Su Moyu was also preparing, and Tang Thirty-Six was also preparing.
They were all ready to take out the things at the bottom of the box, hoping to win a chance for Xuanyuan Po.
Just then, an unexpected change happened.
The iron sword in Xuanyuan Po's hand was bound by the cold wind, unable to move forward an inch, but after all, it brought some wind, even if it was the softest wind.
That gentle wind couldn't break the stillness by the winter lake, couldn't shake the dust strands around the old Taoist nun's waist, and couldn't even shake the snow, but it could move the smoke and dust.
Xuanyuan Po stood in the ruins, where the stove was once, and the ashes from the stove were scattered everywhere.
Those ashes were the embers of the firewood, and some of the ashes were the ashes of a piece of paper.
Previously Xuanyuan Po used his iron sword to pierce the ashes that had been burnt from paper. At this moment, with the gust of wind brought by his iron sword, the ashes floated melodiously.
The lakeside in the night is very dark, and there is a little red in the gray mass, so there are still some sparks hidden in it.
The wind billowed with dust, and the sparks shone brightly, fluttering up, forming a sword in the air.
The sword of Mars followed the angle at which the iron sword fell, and swished forward.
wipe! The space by the lake of the Orthodox Academy seemed to be cut open by this sword.
The pupils of the old Taoist shrank suddenly, feeling a strong danger.
Since stepping into the sacred realm, she has rarely felt this way, because few people in this continent can threaten her.
How is this going? Where did the imaginary sword condensed from sparks come from? Why make yourself feel dangerous
Countless thoughts flowed through the old Taoist's sea of consciousness at an unimaginable speed, like a stream of light, constantly calculating and deducing.
But that Martian sword came so fast, it came to her before she could deduce the result!
The old nun didn't have time to think, she let out a stern whistle, and the whisk hanging beside her without any wind rose up, landed in her hand, and slapped down on the Martian sword!
That whisk has thousands of strands, and each strand is like a sea tide!
The endless blue of the ocean has no business at all, only the meaning of death!
She didn't know the origin of the Martian sword that suddenly appeared, but she felt a strong danger, and she acted with her own sacred method!
Fuchen carried countless sea tides with a sense of extinction, and slapped towards the Martian sword.
Compared with the raging waves that traverse the sky and the earth, the virtual sword made of soft sparks seems so small and so fragile, how can it stop it? The Martian sword was in front of Xuanyuan Po, if it was annihilated by the raging waves, Xuanyuan Po's body and soul would also be swallowed!
However, the seemingly small and fragile Martian sword, instead of being annihilated when encountering the turbulent waves caused by the fly whisk, burned violently in an instant! The Orthodox Academy was instantly illuminated so brightly that the Yelin, no matter how far or near it was, seemed to start to burn!
Taking advantage of the fire, the sword swaggered up and turned into a seven-foot-long fiery sword, sending out an extremely powerful aura towards the night sky.
Raging like a mountain? cut it! Annihilation like the sea? cut it!
Everything is cut!
With a bang, the fire sword cut through tens of thousands of violent waves, brought up countless flying whisks, and slashed towards the old Taoist nun!
The old Taoist girl suddenly appeared in shock, and with a scream of extreme panic, she retreated abruptly.
A portion of the courtyard wall that had collapsed silently before suddenly collapsed completely as her figure retreated violently.
The night sky was filled with the sound of tearing space, and the flaming giant sword slashed wildly along with the figure of the old Taoist nun.
Countless flocks of flocks were cut off from the whisk, fluttering in the night.
The restaurant and private houses outside the walls of the Orthodox Academy collapsed, and the figure of the old Taoist retreated hundreds of feet, and barely stood still until it reached the bank of the Luoshui Canal.
The turbulent waves brought up by her fly whisk all collapsed, and the calm Luoshui set off countless waves, and the white waves kept rising and falling!
The old Taoist nun looked at the chasing fire sword with incredible emotions on her face, and screamed: "Liaotian three moves!"
At this point, she finally recognized the origin of this sword!
The tiny virtual sword composed of sparks in the embers of the furnace ignited against the wind, bursting out with unimaginable power.
Her whisk, her nirvana, is the endless blue sea, filling the world, but it is not the opponent of this sword, why
Because a single spark can start a prairie fire, or the sky!
This sword, of course, is Su Li's Liaotian Three Styles!
Amidst the exclamation, the Liaotian Sword had already arrived at the bank of Luoshui.
Luoshui at night is no longer as peaceful as it used to be. The snowflakes falling from the sky are instantly vaporized by this sword intent, and countless smokes are directly evaporated.
In the heavy smoke, there was another earth-shattering noise, and the old Taoist's shrill and shocked cry.
The water mist suddenly fell, the smoke and dust gradually fell, and the embankment by the Luoshui River collapsed for three miles.
The old nun stood in the shallow water under the embankment with a whisk in her hand. The sleeve of her right hand was completely torn, revealing her white skin like jade. Her black hair fluttered wildly, and her body was covered in gravel. Sixu looked extremely embarrassed, just like she was at this time.
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