Chapter 253 – The Sun Rises in the East

This rain of swords from the bottom up, almost in the blink of an eye, instantly killed more than thirty Zhen Guo Immortals who had been invited down from the altar by Li Yang.

However, the sword formation near the Qin Heavenly Prison was still rapidly ascending into the air, a sword was a rain drop, the densely packed sword tips were pointing at the Qin Heavenly Prison at the same time, and the Qin Heavenly Prison was invariably transformed into a cage of trapped beasts.

Temple civil officials, being pointed by a thousand arrows, may end up without a disease. Sand field generals, facing ten thousand arrows, most likely to become a hedgehog, in short, the end will not be too good, so now ten thousand swords hovering, ready to fire, must be countless sword pointed at the immortal, the taste is not too good.

Distance from the Qin Tian Jian roughly a mile away from a high wall, strutting sat two spectators, a white as snow, a bright red robe, white man sitting on the wall, one leg bent at the knee, one leg hanging on the wall, wrist with a red rope tied a wine pot, tilted his head back and poured a mouthful of wine, and then laughed softly: “Peach Blossom Sword God, this move, like the year when in the downpour of that rain in the entrance of the city of Dunhuang, the My way of welcoming guests?”

The named Deng Tai’a finally appeared, standing not far from the white-clothed Luoyang, and nodded, “It’s a bit like that, but it’s a bit louder than yours that time.”

The former North Mang first devil, or today’s deer mountain godfather, Luo Yang gazed at the distant battlefield that can be called unprecedented, play taste: “Do eight hundred years of lonely ghosts, I’ve seen a lot of ascended people, banished people are also quite a lot of people, in the doorway is also slightly know a little bit, sixty-some Longhu Mountain ancestor masters come down to earth all together, subject to the limitations of the heavenly way, the vast majority of no more than The vast majority of them are only the earth’s diamond realm body and finger Xuan realm qi, hold up the hands of a few more greatly discounted immortal XuanTong, just look like the appearance of land immortals, just a paper tiger, scare people can be, kill people can not. But stand in the center of the seven or eight, even if the attenuation of the cultivation, but at least in the realm of heavenly image, not to be underestimated, especially in the middle of the three big real people, can be counted as Taoist saints, right?”

Teng Tai’a crossed one hand on his chest, rubbing his chin with one hand, “The one who carries the sword, is the first ancestor of Longhu Mountain, the one who wears a lotus flower on his head, should be the first Protector of the Kingdom of the Liyang Dynasty, the Purple Gold Lotus Pond of the Heavenly Master’s Mansion, is said to be precisely in his hands to create, and the one who rides the White Deer, according to the generation is considered to be Qi Xuanzhen’s senior uncle. Are loud and clear big man, if it is ascension in the imminent has not yet crossed into the door of the sky of them, that is powerful, serious transcendent into the saint, now well, it is also unusual land gods, lost in the body is not strong enough, winning in the realization of the heavenly …… Well, since now on earth, especially in the face of the boy, which is also not an advantage. ”

Suddenly another green shirt leisurely appeared, only in terms of temperament and demeanor, the appearance of the Peach Blossom Sword God is really worse than this one, the latter even if it is already the temples of snow frost, but Teng Tai’a stood with him, one is like the countryside village boy, one is the talk of the famous scholar, the person is more than the person, it is no wonder that Teng Tai’a’s apprentice wants him to be this innate sells no master, every time he rides a donkey to recite poems and make a pair. The green-clothed Confucian scholar was concerned about the movement of the Qin Tian Supervisor’s side, and lamented, “Teng Tai’a, Luoyang, facing more than sixty first grade realms joined together to kill, in which there are also three saints sitting in the town, put yourself in the shoes of a saint, how would you feel?”

Teng Tai’a pondered for a moment, and said in a serious manner, “Killing until my hands go limp, maybe I need to change several swords, and I won’t be able to finish killing.”

Luo Yang smiled, “Not good to kill and not good to escape.”

Cao Changqing, the great official son who for some reason still had not left the capital to return to Guangling, looked somewhat helpless.

Luo Yang asked seemingly casually, “Deng Tai’a, after Li Chun Gang borrowed the sword, do you still have the day when you actually hold the sword or not?”

Teng Tai’a said blandly, “Even if there is, it’s not today, my friendship with that kid has long been used up, don’t expect me to interfere this time.”

Cao Changqing said in a deep voice, “It’s starting!”

The sword formation that enveloped the Qin Tian Supervisor in a huge semicircle, ten thousand swords were fired in unison.

The Deer Riding Immortal gently lifted the reins, and the white deer under his seat gently stepped forward.

When the white deer’s hooves stepped forward, it was like casting a huge stone into a small lake, and a magnificent ripple instantly spread out.

It was like hearing heavenly music.

Flying sword’s rushing momentum immediately for the stagnation, but the flying sword speed is too fast, raging, just a slight stagnation will continue to rush forward.

The second hoof of the white deer is again heavy landing, the majestic qi again spread out swiftly.

The flying sword was again stalled a little.

With the earth as a bell, the immortal white deer every time stepped forward, is a fairy sound volatile violent crash bell.

When the White Deer left the gate of the Qin Tian Supervisor by thirty paces, the flying swords that covered the sky like a swarm of locusts had already begun to change from flying at a rapid pace to swiping slowly.

More than a thousand heavy cavalry on both sides of the street are raised to meet the enemy, densely packed flying swords pressure top, suffocating, although the speed has slowed down a lot, but still with the momentum can be slowed down but can not be blocked by the brutal posture continue to fall.

The world’s proverbial three feet above the head there is God.

Now is three feet above the flying sword.

Several iron horsemen do not believe in evil, more unwilling to wait for death, from the horseback jumped up high, to those flying swords.

The sword as a sword to break the water, seemingly easy to split the water, flying swords without damage, but those few flying swords by the iron horsemen sword, as if by traction, the first to break away from the sword formation, a flash and pass.

Six iron riders in the next moment as encountered a bed crossbow through the body, was nailed from the air on the ground, the body did not have substantial flying swords, but each body appeared on a fist-sized hole in the blood.

Self-seeking death.

A cavalry commander who saw a bad opportunity angrily shouted: ”Dismount! Without military orders, no one is allowed to make a move with their swords!”

The heavy cavalry troops rolled over and fell off their horses, pulling away from those flying swords as far as possible.

The Immortal riding the white deer casually waved his large sleeve, only to see a purple and gold lotus bud blossom above the heads of all the heavy cavalry of the Ma Clan and the Li Clan’s armored soldiers, growing rapidly and swaying without wind.

Like two armies facing each other on the battlefield, equal in flag and drum, neither side dared to act rashly, the flying swords finally came to a complete standstill, hovering motionless in the air.

Immortal raised one hand at the same time, five fingers spread out in the air and grabbed, softly drank: “The five mountains listen to my edicts!”

A lofty mountain rose beneath Xu Fengyen’s feet, holding him aloft. Around him, there were even four immortal mountains with very different auras rising, each with their own majestic and dangerous wonders.

Xu Fengyen took off that in the sheath cool knife, to knife on the ground, hands folded on the hilt, gently down a press.

Not only stopped the rising momentum of the mountains under the feet, the four sides of the mountains also began to shake.

Northern Liang blade, not for the wind and thunder, not for the rain and snow and retreat.

Above the vast territory of Liyang, five majestic mountains standing in the Central Plains, as long as the construction of the Taoist temple on the mountain, no matter how big or small, all inserted in the incense burner in the incense burner, no matter inside or outside the house, at the same time extinguished, and previously lit smoke began to rotate and wobble.

At the same time, qintian supervisor door has four immortals swept out, divided into “four mountains” mountain top, each offering a wooden, copper, jade and gold seal seal, seal button respectively for the green dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird xuanwu.

Xu Fengyen’s face was a little strange glanced at the immortal standing proudly on the top of the western mountain, just a light glance, the immortal, the seal and the mountain together into pieces.

The old lotus-crowned Taoist who had always stood idly by looked up at the western sky as if he had mixed feelings and sighed.

Xu Fengnian took advantage of the victory and pressed the hilt of his sword heavily.

That scene was like the “sinking of the Central Plains” that the reading seeds of Liyang had been chanting for twenty years.

After the Xiyue Immortal’s rainbow light, a symbol of his dao, exploded, the other three Immortals of the mountains crumbled into pieces right after it.

Xu Fengnian slowly fell back to the ground, when the apex of the cool sword’s sheath touched the ground.

At the top of the five mountain peaks, no matter if it was cloudy or sunny, an explosive thunderclap resounded coincidentally.

This was the real gods fighting mortals suffering.

The flying swords in the air of the Chintian Supervisor, which had already come to a standstill, suddenly accelerated.

The deer-riding immortal snorted coldly and pulled the reins, the white deer lingering in immortal qi raised its front leg high and violently stepped on the ground.

The countless flying swords once again stopped their forward rush, but this time, the body of the swords trembled madly and buzzed.

The purple and gold lotus flowers that invariably sheltered the crowd withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the armorers subconsciously shrunk their necks, sweating profusely as they looked at the flying swords that were close at hand and gulped.

The White Deer Immortal suddenly disappeared.

A streak of rainbow light broke into the heavy cavalry cavalrymen, and then this cavalryman suddenly charged out of the formation, as fast as lightning!

In a split second, it reached Xu Fengyen’s side.

Xu Fenian just raised his sword sheath and pointed, the golden armored knight shattered, the colorful residual shadow dissipated a few paces away from Xu Fenian’s side, Xu Fenian did not move, his sleeve flicked slightly.

The rainbow light suddenly turned into two points of golden light, with the golden-armored knight as the center of the circle, to the left and right to draw two arcs into the two outside the street two riders.

The two riders began to run and kill.

Xu Fengyen withdrew his sword sheath, not waiting for the two riders to rush to within ten paces, the golden-armored rider’s head was like being pierced by a feathered arrow, dying on the spot.

Each of the two points of golden light split in two, and the four heavy cavalrymen began another generous death-defying onslaught.

All of Xu Fengyen’s intentional flying swords that resisted Qi Jiajie’s sword at that time had already appeared, and the flying sword that was now breaking the enemy was the box of pocket-sized flying swords that Deng Tai’a had gifted on the shores of the East China Sea back then. After destroying several handles after the death battle with Han Sheng Xuan, in these two years Xu Fengnian has quietly made up those twelve handles of flying swords with sword tires perfected as intended, where the heart and mind go, the sword goes.

Xuanjia green plum and bamboo, the morning dew spring water peach blossom, moth eyebrow vermilion bird Huangtong, ants gold stranded tooa.

On the general’s platform, the general will point male soldiers.

The four horsemen of golden armor strike the stone with an egg.

The eight golden cavalry arrived again.

The eight riders died in battle, then the sixteen riders came surging.

Xu Fengnian’s twelve swords have started a thunderstorm.

The golden-armored iron horsemen vowed not to stop until the thunder pool was broken.

In the distance, Deng Tai’a had some undisguised smiles and tsked, “This time, you are learning from me.”

Luo Yang didn’t have the heart to say, “Flamboyant.”

Teng Tai’a raised his eyebrows, “It’s simply good looking and practical, so don’t talk against your will, right?”

Cao Changqing listened to the two great masters who were both ranked among the fourteen men of the martial arts evaluation fighting there with some amusement, saying, “What’s there to fight about?”

At both ends of the street, no less than two hundred horsemen, densely packed with golden-armored knights began to collectively charge with their spears raised.

The large expanse of golden light that met his eyes made it seem as if he was in the majestic heavenly court.

Even from a mile away, Cao Changqing, whose face was reflected in gold, narrowed his eyes and said softly, ”To resist the heavenly authority of the immortals with the power of a single person is no worse than the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry resisting the imperial decree of the earthly emperor. It’s just a pity that other than a few of us, not many people were lucky enough to see this scene.”

Deng Tai’a nodded his head and agreed, “I think those times when I was in Wudi City watching others challenge Wang Xianzhi, or when others watched me, Deng Tai’a, ascend the stairs, they were all somewhat eclipsed.”

A handful of twelve flying swords were like a bronze wall, unshakable by a thousand armies.

More than two hundred riders of heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals clad in golden armor were outside that wall, brazenly crashing to pieces in turn, and the dense sound of thunder was unceasingly heard, converging together, truly having the illusion that earthly people were hearing heavenly thunder in the sky.

Many of the martial arts experts who were paying close attention to the movements of the Qintian Supervisor had to retreat backwards, not that there was no one who wanted to hold on without retreating, but all of these experts were shocked to find themselves starting to bleed from their seven orifices, and with a single wipe of their hand, it was a hand full of blood.

The only ones who were able to continue to hold on were the old ancestor of the Wu Family’s Sword Mound, Wu See, and the few patriarchs of the East Vietnam Sword Pond, Chai Qingshan.

Then came that scene that stirred the hearts of the people, more than four hundred riders of golden-armored Immortal Soldiers, from the left and right sides, charging at the young Vassal King outside the gate of the Qin Heavenly Monastery.

The light was eye-catching, almost as if the sun was rising over the East Sea.

A red sun, rising from the Qin Tian Supervisor.