Seeing the body of the ancestor of Longhu Mountain who returned to the basics like a child, he was split by Xu Fengnian with a knife to cut melons and vegetables, and a trace of pleasure flashed in the eyes of Shu Shame who was lying on the ground.

At this time, seeing that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, with the assistance of Deng Tai'a Sword Immortal Divine Power, had succeeded in one sword, he only felt that his whole body was comfortable, and he couldn't wait to promise this young prince on the spot. She knew that if it weren't for Xu Fengnian's voice, in a few moments, she and Yang Qingfeng would have exploded together with the flesh and blood in their bodies, and there would be no bones left, Shu Xi couldn't be as open-minded as Lu Qiantang who died in the reeds, and the life and death of bullshit was in the sky, so she escaped from the cold cage of Beiliang, and was even expected to replace Pei Nanwei to become the pseudo-princess of Jing'an Palace, how could Shu Xi be willing to die here?

It's just a wave of subdued and a wave of rising, and without waiting for Shu Xuansu's belly to slander Zhao Xuansu's ugly death, he saw the six flying swords of the Peach Blossom Sword God buzzing as cicadas, and the out-of-body Yuan Shen, who ascended to the gate of heaven and did not succeed, was still condensed after losing his physical attachment, but it seemed to be without confinement, floating in the air, wearing a yellow and purple robe with wide sleeves and flowing grace, the so-called celestial popularity, fairy wind bones, but that's it.

Shu raised his head stupidly, looking at the rootless primordial god who seemed to be at ease in the world, and a wave of fear surged all over the world. Shu Xi turned his head with difficulty, looking at Deng Tai'a who was standing far away, the twelve flying swords that were divided into two batches of boxes had all come out, Xuanjia childhood sweetheart Chaolu spring water peach blossoms, moth eyebrows, red birds, yellow tung grasshoppers, and golden wisps Tai'a, obviously in Shu Xi's opinion, it was not His Royal Highness the Prince who was too young to fight with Zhao Xuansu, the great real person of Longhu Mountain, but only the prestigious peach blossom new sword god. After shyness relieved himself, he immediately struggled to get up, didn't care about his demeanor, pouted his hips, bent over and staggered back, Yang Qingfeng was not afraid of death, and sat cross-legged in place, quietly pranayama.

Xu Fengnian slowly retreated with his knife, squinted at Zhao Xuansu, who was similar to the middle-aged Taoist on the top of Kuanglu Mountain, and sneered: "It's really a hundred-legged insect that dies but doesn't stiffen, and the bull-nosed old Taoist is more greedy than the other." ”

Zhao Xuansu, who couldn't enter the gate of heaven, looked back at the golden sea with a complicated look. The six short swords are still inserted in the six major acupoints, like the gangrene of the bones, the flying sword enters the Yuan Shen, and there is a sneering sound, as if hot water is pouring ice and snow, but Zhao Xuansu is unaware that the flying sword carried by Deng Tai'a is naturally not an ordinary weapon, otherwise it will not be able to hurt the real Yuan Ying of the out-of-body fugue, although the sword is small, the sword contains pride but it is bottomless, and everyone in the world thinks that slaying demons and eliminating demons is a trick of the Daomen to make a mystery, but in fact, it is not, so the martial artists of the rivers and lakes are in the realm of transformation, and they test the sword with the heavenly man, but it is also in the law. Deng Tai'a always looked casual and gentle, without the slightest awareness of confronting a land immortal, and asked with a smile: "Deng Tai'a has never been to Longhu Mountain, I don't know if the meeting ceremony of the six swords is light or heavy for Old Heavenly Master Zhao, I am very frightened." ”

Although he was in danger, Xu Fengnian still couldn't help laughing, this Deng Tai'a deserved to be a weird person, first scolded Zhao Xuansu for being an old dog, and then pretended to be polite, but there was no respect in his words, it was really a slap in the face and hurt people. Xu Fengnian then sighed with emotion, if Deng Tai'a didn't have this imperial sword Xuantong, how could he be able to deal with things at the moment without being surprised? Shu shame Yang Qingfeng and the like, wasn't it suppressed by Zhao Xuansu without even saying a word? Not to mention the ill-fated Long Yuxuan, who has only been a cheap dad for a few days, but the cheap son who turned his face and didn't recognize people turned into powder, this Longhu Mountain is indeed very different from Wudang Mountain, the old master teaches Wang Chonglou, but there is no shelf of the Taoist bull's ear, a few times to meet, that kindness and amiability, not just because he is the son of Beiliang. There is a huge Taoist ancestral court, and Zhao Xiyan is a good person, no wonder this sloppy old Taoist will be depressed, but Zhao Danping is a young prime minister who steals a high position, like the sky. Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian glanced at the assassin who stopped in front of him, 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 of the eyes of the copper coin? The three words of the name are homophonic with A, Xu Fengnian once passed a secret letter to Xu Xiao, asking her if she was a dead soldier placed next to her, such a major event involving Xu Fengnian's life and death, Xu Xiao personally wrote a letter to explain that this woman is definitely not the number one dead soldier in the palace, so Xu Fengnian is even more confused, what is this girl's little head pretending to? If she is purely a small money fan, who believes it?

As for the failure of a knife to make Zhao Xuansu's soul disperse, Xu Fengnian must have been disappointed in his heart, but he can't be called how surprised and shocked, the means of heaven and man are already mysterious and unpredictable, and the two on the surface of the East China Sea have moved mountains and seas to open the gate of heaven, each showing their magical powers, how thrilling it is! Although Zhao Xuansu said that he killed people by force, he was definitely inferior to Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang, but if he was solved by a knife by His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, it would be too cheap, and he had practiced the stinky old way of ordinary people for several lifetimes on Longhu Mountain.

Zhao Xuansu can know the rivers and lakes without going out, and he can know the world without going down the mountain, and he gently brushes his sleeves without touching the fireworks of the world, and blows out the two flying swords named Momei Vermilion Bird, the flying sword is not broken, after being persecuted, he spun around the old Taoist, Zhao Xuansu turned a blind eye and laughed softly: "Earlier, I heard on the mountain that Deng Tai'a's swordsmanship exceeded the two realms of the swordsmen of the same generation in the world, and chased Lu Zu's sword. It's just that he doesn't come and is rude, and Poor Dao also has small skills in carving insects, and he wants to learn a thing or two from Deng Jianshen. ”

Deng Tai'a asked: "Since the old heavenly master has no hope of ascending to the immortal in this life, and his body has also been dismantled, why don't you push the boat down the river, take advantage of the fact that the Yuan Shen is still gathering, and find a good family to reincarnate?"

While speaking, Zhao Xuansu waved his sleeves again, and forced the golden wisp of the sword out of the body, stroked his beard and said casually: "Lao Dao swore when he was young that he would go to Heaven to find a place without proving the Great Dao, and he would die if he died, and he disdained the nine autopsies of that Daomen." ”

Deng Tai'a also had a sense of leisure, and did not beat the water dogs like the people in the market, but asked calmly: "Daomen Zhiwei, known as being able to predict good luck and evil, knows that the wind and rain in the upper and lower five hundred years, can you not count your own life?"

Xu Fengnian watched the old Taoist priest roll up his sleeves for the third time, and slapped the two flying swords into the air, leaving only the last Tai'a small sword, Zhao Xuansu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The way of heaven is like a carriage, galloping like a thunderstorm, and there are moths hovering leisurely inside, why doesn't this moth hit the wall of the car?"

Deng Tai'a said with emotion: "Being in the world of heaven and earth, how can you get away." If you can't step out of Kunlun in one step, you won't live for a hundred years. ”

Xu Fengnian listened inexplicably, and he didn't have the feeling of enlightenment, he only knew that the two masters were preparing to go, to be precise, Deng Tai'a was confident, confident to the point of conceit, and let Zhao Xuansu break away from the Six Swords Prohibition. In the carriage over there, among the sisters and brothers, Murong Tonghuang lifted the curtain to watch the battle, Murong Wuzhu was timid, he didn't dare to look, he shrank in the corner and trembled, his eyes widened, she saw the pineapple wooden box rising slowly, shaking violently, the sword box opened, and the six swords of Linglong broke through the air. Deng Tai'a waited until the small sword with his fate flicked into the air, and said softly: "How is the way of heaven, Deng doesn't think deeply, but since he practiced the sword, he has never doubted the sword in his hand." ”

Everyone only saw Deng Tai'a, who was unparalleled in the killing technique, smiled and stretched out his fingers, and then flicked it.

Twelve small swords lined up in a straight line in front of him, as if to draw a chasm between heaven and earth.

The heavens and the earth change color, and the momentum is almost as good as the surface of the East China Sea.

A flick of the finger is sixty moments, and nine hundred lives and deaths in an instant.

This is where the essence of the mystery lies.

Therefore, Wang Xianzhi once said that in the world of King Kong Realm, only the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin alone got its essence, and the celestial spirit was divided into eight buckets by Cao Changqing, and the Xuanyi realm was won by Deng Tai'a.

One product and four realms, the realm is high, but it does not mean that it represents the level of martial arts achievements, especially those saints of the three religions who occupy the right time and place, even if they enter the realm of land immortals, the battle of life and death may not be the opponent of the scattered immortals outside the three religions. Moreover, among the three sects, the way of heaven has always been heavy and the way of martial arts is light, and even the magic power of Lu Zu's flying sword to take the head for thousands of miles is regarded as a strange and final skill, which is inconsistent with the avenue, and the saints of the three sects are not martial, which can be seen.

Deng Tai'a smiled and said: "The sword formation was named the military solution, which was originally prepared by Deng for Wang Xianzhi, but the world is unpredictable, but it was used on your head, it's a pity." ”

Zhao Xuansu squinted his eyes and said, "What a groundbreaking thunder pool." The poor road has the courage to cross, but we have to see if Deng Jianshen can solve the poor road!"

The old ancestor of Longhu Mountain really stepped through.

The sword array is like a long rainbow.

The out-of-body spirit was suddenly shattered into obscurity.

In an instant, Mrs. Deng said angrily: "Zhao Lao Gou'an dares to be so opportunistic!"

Deng Tai'a came behind His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, grabbed the back collar and was about to throw Xu Fengnian out of the back, but the new sword god was alert and swift enough, and he still couldn't resist a torrent of purple qi pouring in front of Xu Fengnian, and he could vaguely hear Zhao Xuansu's last words on the eve of the liberation: "Since you can't cut off the number of qi, the poor road will take a trick and steal a heavenly opportunity." Transfer the Dragon Tiger Mountain catastrophe to you kid!"

Purple air comes from the east.

Although it was shattered by the sword array, there were still two or three percent pouring into Xu Fengnian's body.

For the first time, Mrs. Deng showed such an annoyed and angry face, the heavens and the earth were silent, and she shouted: "Zhao Xuansu, Deng wants your Heavenly Master Mansion to cut off your children and grandchildren!"

The purple qi of Sanqing was mighty, lingering all over Xu Fengnian's body.

The catastrophe is coming.

Deng Tai'a was extremely annoyed, he was familiar with many Taoist methods, this Zhao Xuansu was clearly intended to make Xu Fengnian's death at the cost of his own life, although Deng Tai'a said that he regarded murder as a rare opponent, but in this world, the cause and effect of luck is the most unpredictable, he and Xu Fengnian's cause and effect are very shallow, in fact, after the death of the princess Wu Su, there was no more than a verbal promise of the young man who practiced the sword, and he made two swords inside and outside the city of Emperor Wu in the East China Sea, and he had been repaid, this purple gas was harmonious with Xu Fengnian in an instant, and Deng Tai'a was so powerful that he couldn't even cut off the qi, even if he took a step back, he was willing to bear this catastrophe, but he was powerless, can't absorb that qi number. This is also where Deng Tai'a hates Zhao Xuansu the most, as a real person of the Daomen, he is so vicious!

The girl turned around and looked at Xu Fengnian, who had turned from purple to black in the center of her eyebrows, and smiled, but instead of gloating, she was a little sad. This strange feeling, I'm afraid that even Huang Sanjia will be shocked when he sees it.

She stood on her heels and reached out to touch the blackened seal hall under His Royal Highness.

Rao is Mrs. Deng was stunned, and finally did not stop him.

The north is cold and bitter.

In the winter snow that year, a little girl knelt on the side of the road and sold herself to bury her mother. She was born at the bottom of the market, her father is addicted to gambling, originally a small family with good food and clothing, a few years down the loss of the family, after the daughter fell to the ground, and the lady of the small jasper swore not to gamble, and even chopped off a finger, but still can't get addicted to gambling, the child remembers, every day what she saw was that her father threatened to sell her, to blackmail her mother to be a prostitute and a wild prostitute, drunken and wanton beating and scolding the mother, is his biggest interest, when she grew up more and more in the difficult days, the mother's face gradually withered, the less money she earned, the girl can not forget those vulgar men carrying trousers and belts out of the leaky thatched hut and throwing more than a dozen copper plates to her father, The man bent over to receive the money with a flattering smile, and then the mother was determined to sell his daughter, and she was terminally ill and changed into a plain dress at the bottom of the box, and left her daughter to pick some wild vegetables, and cooked a pot of rice porridge with arsenic in place, and when the girl came home, the man who had never called his father after he was sensible was already cold, a small pot of porridge, only six bowls, he just took care of his own fullness, drank five bowls in one go, and naturally died quickly, and the woman who drank a bowl of porridge hugged her daughter before she died, bleeding and tears, unable to speak。 After the little girl with ten fingers of chilblains and bleeding washed her mother's face, she put her on the straw mat, and without looking at the man, she came to Liangzhou City and knelt beside the mat. This scene, on a cool winter day in the north, is not strange, so there is no need for charcoal to write anything, and she does not need to shout and cry for anything, but who wants to go to this kind of obscure thing that costs a lot of broken silver for a dirty little girl in thin clothes?

On the road are freshly dressed angry horses, mink fur stunners.

No one will take a second look at the little girl who may not survive the cold of this winter.

A few playful men who had paid money in and out of the hut passed by and kicked the straw mat away, revealing the body of the little girl and her mother, who was lying on her mother's body, and they said that her mother was a dirty woman, and she just threw the body in the wild. She cried that her mother was not dirty at all, and they went to trample on the corpse, and the little girl bit the leg of one of the scoundrels, only to be pulled by the hair, and punched her in the stomach, and asked her if she was dirty, and every time she said that she was not dirty, every time she shook her head, she was punched. How old was she at that time? Can she withstand a few beatings? But passers-by are indifferent, and no one will pay attention to this, but many people are idle and bored, and they watch it with relish.

Later, a luxurious carriage passed by, and a young man with a luxurious white coat somehow got out of the carriage and came to her. There was a beautiful woman standing beside him who covered her nose with disgust, and he asked her who was better looking, her mother or the woman around her, and the little girl who was oozing blood from the corner of her mouth gave an answer that made the onlookers laugh, and the foxy woman who accompanied the family lost face, and her eyes were full of anger and coldness. The absurd reputation spread all over the Beiliang young family, but there was no expression, from the plaything woman next to the head of a pearl hairpin, the hairpin tail hung a huge pearl, the little girl did not know what a circle and a penny, did not understand what pearl is worth an inch of gold, only to see the person squatting down, put the pearl hairpin on her mother's head, asked her if she was good-looking, the little girl cried and said that it was good-looking. He touched her head, smiled, and didn't speak. He returned to the carriage and sailed away, and immediately after that, her mother was buried.

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

Over the years, in addition to killing people, her only hobby was collecting hairpins.

Outside Xiangfan City this year, she killed the eleventh in the world, whoever wants the young family to die, she wants whoever to die, whether you are a first-class master or a land immortal? For her, this is the only truth. My QT room is open!Beacon Opera Princes Official QT Room No.[1655]