Chapter 162 – I cut the Spring and Autumn with the Spring and Autumn, the dead knot is solved with death!
Xuanjia emei ants Huangtong gold wisp morning dew, in the new sword master Xu Fengnian “break longevity” under the flick of the finger, six Wu Family Sword Mound top flying swords to break through the hand of the black-clothed old monks of the Sumeru Arabian Thunder Thousand Sleeves, piercing the cage, rushed to the sky.
Stick the rest of the six swords of Yang Taiyou palm a gently flip, as upside down, the plum bamboo spring water peach blossom Vermilion Bird Tai’a only have to be in his palm within two feet of the rapid rotation, let the six flying swords sword qi such as a rainbow, is still temporarily escaped, but the sickly old monk’s robe was also cut by the flying swords, the silk wisps floating in the air.
Yang taiyou palm turn again, flying sword rampage distance from two feet narrowed to one and a half feet, a few times over and over, will have been six flying sword tightly bound almost motionless, black monk blandly said: “Your Highness original itself with Buddha tire dao root, is with the ordinary martial arts stunning generation of rare talent, why do not you want to follow the gradual progress, in order to prove that the road, the time and again the sword to go off the edge? In that case, how many times can you afford to squander it? Wudang old master Wang Chonglou hard work to create a large Huangting pond, only need to carefully watering widening, that is a small pool into a vast lake of the creation, when one hundred and eight golden lotus cycle, everlasting, a sea of air shaking one thousand eighty, is how the weather of the celestial beings? Because your highness does not know how to cherish, against the heavens, now the pool water dried up golden lotus withered, only one plant left standing all alone, your highness still do not know repentance, unwilling to turn back?
The last two words of “turn back”, Yang Taiyou loudly shouted out with a Buddhist lion’s roar, Xu Fengyen’s horse was like being hit by a hurricane, frequently retreating backward, and ultimately bending his knees and touching the ground. Xu Fengyen drifted off the horse, palm of the hand a shot of the spring and autumn scabbard, scabbard arc a swing, spring and autumn sword out of the sheath, drawing a large circle, hovering in front of Xu Fengyen, Xu Fengyen walked in front of the war horse, so a cover, the war horse quickly lifted his knees and stood, this long-distance running ride, the body of this golden yellow bright blood steed has long had a few points of the Xuanxian spirit of the rhinoceros, lightly stamped the hooves, reluctantly turn the direction, trotting away! The horse has already had a bit of mystical spirituality.
Yuan Zuozong, who is slowly traveling outside the large circle with his horse in the distance, pressed the Northern Liang sword, which had already been sheathed for a few inches, back into its sheath.
Xu Fengyen said in a cold voice: “The two successive Sword Gods Li Chungang Deng Tai’a, all they did was to open the mountain. You three saints, however, closed the door and sealed the mountain, fearing karma and karmic obstacles. Once contaminated, like a seed of grass thrown into a stone wall, sooner or later there will be the day when it breaks through the cliff. Dragon tree monks do not enter the Buddha, is that he does not want to, two chan temple presided over their own has long been perfect, just more concerned about the Buddha’s land is widely spread, compassion throughout the four directions. You Yang Taiyou although shaved hair cloaked robe, the bones are still the legal family, practiced that vertical and horizontal art, you made the Buddha head, that is a big joke.”
Yang Taishou laughed: “Poor monk indeed can’t make Buddha head, can’t prove Bodhisattva fruit. But if I say I want to stop you, it’s not difficult. When Han Sheng Xuan rushed to Iron Gate Pass, this is the mantis catching cicadas yellow sparrow in the back, if you are stubborn, do not hesitate to cultivate and life and then drag on, is quietly into the saint of the Northern Liang Chen Zhi Bao arrival, become a slingshot in the next situation, then it can be really should be Huang Longshi’s prophecy, for others to do the wedding garments, hard work for whom busy? Your Highness has great wisdom and is one of the few smart people who should know that it is better for Emperor Zhao Kai to be the King of Shu than for Chen Zhi Bao to be the second king of a different name. The reason why Northern Liang is able to compete with Liyang and Northern Mang is that there is less internal friction, but once they are separated, it is hard to say. In the eyes of the poor monk, the real enemy of Beiliang is the king of Shu Zhao Kai in ten years, but also the current Chen Zhi Bao, weighing the pros and cons of both, your highness should know how to choose!”
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, “That’s not how the reckoning works.”
The black-clothed old monk used the Buddhist great magical power to confine the six flying swords such as Bamboo Horse Vermilion Bird, seemingly lightly, in fact, it was by no means as idle and cozy as it appeared to be, the flying swords were snorting, such as the thunder and lightning above the cloudy skies. At this time his palm square inches, inch by inch to kill.
Yang Taiyou was about to speak, Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said: ”Your Buddhist sect emphasizes on the statement of karma, although you are my senior, but karma has long been used up in that drink back then, since this is the case, don’t play games here. There has to be a clean end today.”
Yang Taiyou, whose withered body could not hold up the black robe, snapped, “Xu Fenian, do you really think that the poor monk cannot cut down the demonic sins?!”
Xu Feng Nian laughed: “Did the Qin Tian Supervisor also use the words “demonic sins” to describe me, who had yet to be born, in front of the Zhao family’s Son of Heaven?”
After saying these words, Xu Fengyen took two steps out, using the Spring and Autumn Sword as the centerpiece of the Thunder Pond Sword Formation, he merged his fingers together and wiped them on the blade of the sword!
Spring and Autumn penetrated into the yellow sand of the earth.
Xu Fenian silently chanted, “I break Spring and Autumn with Spring and Autumn!”
Yang Taiyou angrily said, “Daring!”
This son was so absurd as to want to steal the heavenly chances through this famous sword by virtue of his own qi!
This was where the real interception lay!
Xu Fengyin’s body was only visible to Tao Manwu’s unique eyes such as the yellow through the purple and gold qi, and it roared up to swim in the nine heavens.
Black-clothed monk palm flip, still can not control the bamboo horse six flying swords, the latter all out of hand, long swept against the ground, and then stopped in the yellow sand above the height of ten feet.
Already in the sky leaping six flying swords to reveal the face, and the ground on the Spring and Autumn Sword constitutes a Big Dipper sword array.
Twelve flying swords and the Spring and Autumn Sword form a Yin and Yang Two Yi Sword Formation.
The twelve swords themselves formed a Thunder Pond Sword Formation.
And with the subtle insights imparted by Wudang’s young master uncle, Hong Zaixiang, the swords repeatedly became a circle.
Yuan Zuozong beat his horse and retreated.
In this battle, there was nothing left for him.
Hesitation, intentionally or unintentionally, Yuan Zuozong froze for a moment, glanced at Xu Fengnian, then began to run wildly towards the horse, passing the killing sands where the corpses were strewn across the ground, probing his hand and grasping, holding a lance, killing straight towards the white-clothed woman Bodhisattva.
As soon as Yuan Zuozong entered, the red-robed Yin creature retreated.
Yang Taiyou looked towards the sky, shook his head and laughed, ”It’s really a great stroke. But Xu Family’s little boy, do you really think that the poor monk is a vegetarian?”
The black-robed old monk stomped the ground, the soles of his feet didn’t even touch the ground, much less the yellow sand, and droned, “Hundred Abbot’s Compassion!”
Crushing the jade button in front of his chest, Yang Taiyou unveiled the robe that was as thick and black as ink, and with a twirl of his fingers, the wide robe, like a black cloud, flew towards the nine heavens above the old monk’s head.
Like a Huagai rising from the ground.
Ancient books have said that there is an immortal hand-planted treasure tree in Zhongnan Mountain, towering into the clouds for a hundred feet, with no branches and no leaves.
This is supposed to be one of the hidden wrists of Yang Taiyao who counted the hundred years after he went to fight against the heavenly robberies by himself. Under the sky of the top of the wind flow son, who is not each have a great chance, each have the pressure box skills.
The length and width of the robe is only more than a zhang, after ascending into the air, wrapped hundreds of feet of rolling black clouds, shrouded in the sky above the Iron Gate Pass.
Yang Taiyou glanced at the distant young man of the jade tree, spare the head of this once extremely people and retired in a hurry, the sick tiger old monk, at the same time also can not help but have a moment of mixed feelings, previously really underestimated. Born in a rich family, can wear down the young generation’s sharpness, once the fortune diminishes, most of them are born as a result. When Xu Snapdragon leveled the six kingdoms, he was the first to die. That woman pregnant with Xu Fengyen, white clothes into the palace, among the land immortals pseudo realm, overnight sword fairy, and then a dead end. Xu Fengyen does not do that dude, is another dead end. Xu Fengyi twenty years to hold back, now practice martial arts to great success, the heart of hostility and resentment, and will have been never unraveled dead knot tied more tightly.
Yang Taiyou slowly closed his eyes and folded his hands, “The only way to untie the knot is to die. But today, it must be you, Xu Fengnian, who dies first. Amitabha Buddha!”
Xu Fengyen allowed heaven and earth to draw on his full body’s qi.
Blood slowly dripped from his seven orifices.
Since practicing swords and martial arts, and then raising swords, how many times had Xu Fengyen experienced killing and dangers? I am afraid that even he himself has lost track. He once rolled the dragon wall with his sword. He has shaken the Kunlun alone. He once defended the city gate with one sword. He had killed Finger Xuan with a single sword.
Heaven and earth were cut apart by several sword formations and surmounting black clouds that were constantly squeezing.
Regardless of whether it was Li Yang or Bei Mang, it was this early winter thunderstorm outside the Iron Gate Pass that was the most amazing.
Ignoring the alarming weather above his head, Yang Taiyou took a step forward in the Thunder Pool Sword Formation where the sword qi rushes to the bucket of cows, and this step is two feet away, a foot on the ground, the earth and sky shook, and the black rocks of the cliffs of the Iron Gate Pass that are as hard as iron were continuously peeled off and rolled away.
The second step was a reduced distance, still one and a half feet.
He took six steps in a row, each step branding a trace of Buddha’s lotus flower on the earth.
The black-clothed old monk compassionately looked toward the young man who was nearly an arm’s length away, these six steps plus the previous stomping step was the true Buddha’s supreme divine ability of seven steps to produce a lotus flower.
Within the sword array in addition to the obvious six large lotus flowers, there are countless small lotus flowers in the earth appeared out of thin air, as the heavenly maiden scattered flowers in the sky, but also as five hundred luohan support.
That huge sword array shaking, this side of the world as if a god in the sky shaking a huge bucket, ripples more than.
The seventh lotus of the seventh step exploded and bloomed under Xu Fenian’s feet at the edge of the sword formation.
Yang Taiyou’s face was yellow and golden, also some withered look, but the old monk still insisted on handing out a palm, crossing the Thunder Pond Sword Formation, ignoring being guarded by this side of a flying sword to cut the skin of the arm, a palm pushed in Xu Fengyen’s heart.
No one realized that a flash of red robe circled a huge arc path, drifted and arrived behind Xu Fengyen who flew out backwards.
The two bodies passed through each other without any stagnation!
It was as if the two celestial beings had gone out of their body and were traveling between heaven and earth!
Xu Fengyen grinned, the purple-gold flower bud in his body suddenly blossomed, then withered and floated down to the waterless pond.
Left hand Spring Thunder Blade.
Painstakingly constructed the Thunder Pond Sword Formation.
Just waiting for this moment to be broken by his own sword!
Ever since he became the bountiful bait for the vermillion-robed netherworld, he had been waiting for this moment to “feed back”!
Lost a big yellow court, just like that sweeping the house to welcome guests, the house is clean, small temple can sit Dan Ying this big Bodhisattva.
Between one arm.
Xu Fengnian’s sword opened the Heavenly Gate!
He slowly brushed shoulders with the old black-clothed monk who stood motionless.
The thunder pool was destroyed.
The robe floated down.
The dan baby floating in front of Yang Taiyou opened his mouth and sucked in, the two pairs of golden eyes that were originally impure in color became more and more translucent.
The arms regenerated under the armpits!
Xu Fengyen reached out to cover his mouth, blood flowed between his five fingers, slowly walking forward, first the pseudo realm finger xuan, then adding insult to injury by borrowing power to achieve the pseudo realm heavenly image, in this life, unless after stepping on the heavenly shit directly among the land immortals, otherwise don’t have the luxury to hope to become a peak expert.
Xu Fengyen looked over to Zhao Kai who staggered back into the carriage, killed your kid, and then spelled out Chen Zhi Bao who wanted to take advantage of the fisherman, everything will be worth it.