The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 201: Lei Chi and Principles

Seeing the body of the ancestor of Longhushan, Huizong, who had returned to innocence and was like a child, was split apart by Xu Fengnian, who was slicing melons and vegetables, and there was a pleasant stalker in the eyes of Shu Xi who was lying on the ground. Under the fence, he did a lot of sordid human life trading, and there were several dangerous situations where his life was hanging by a thread. But it was never as in vain as today. Faced with Zhao Xuansu who has always been a child in Wudi City all the way, he was even I couldn't touch half an inch of his sleeves, so he was overwhelmed by the majestic air machine that raised his hand, and Qiqiao bled back.

At this time, seeing His Royal Highness with the help of Deng Tai'a Sword Immortal's magical powers, he succeeded in one stroke. I only felt that the whole body was comfortable, and I wished to agree to this young son on the spot. She knew that if Xu Fengnian hadn’t made a sound, she and Yang Qingfeng would explode the body’s vital energy and flesh and blood together in a few moments, and there would be no bones left. Shu Shame would not be able to kill Lu Qiantang in the reeds. That kind of open-mindedness, life and death of **** have life and wealth in the sky, she only escaped from the cold prison of Beiliang, and even hoped to replace Pei Nanwei as the pseudo-puppet princess of Jing'an Palace. How did Shu Shame die here willingly? Quietly reciting the heart, and letting the breath go, the whole body is painful, and the beautiful and charming face will inevitably look very distorted.

It's just a wave that calms down and another wave rises. Before Shu Xuan's abdomen slandered Zhao Xuansu and looked ugly, I saw the six-handed flying sword of the Peach Flower Sword God buzzing as cicadas. After the physical body attached, it still did not disperse, but it seemed to have no imprisonment, floating in the air, wearing a yellow and purple Taoist robe with wide sleeves and flowing, the so-called heavenly person, the fairy style, but that's it.

Shu Shao raised his head and looked at the rootless soul who seemed to be at ease in the world, and a wave of fear flooded the sky. Shu Xiu turned his head hard and looked at Deng Tai'a standing far away. The twelve flying swords that were divided into two batches have all come to light. The black peach blossoms from the childhood sweethearts show off the spring peach blossoms, the crested scuttles, phoenix flies, and the mayfly golden strands are obviously in Shu. It seems ashamed that the one who can fight against Zhao Xuansu, the great real person of Longhushan, is not the too young His Royal Highness, but the prestigious new peach blossom sword god. After he was relieved, he immediately struggled to get up, ignoring his manners, squeezed his hips back, bent over and staggered back, Yang Qingfeng was not afraid of death, sitting cross-legged on the spot, quietly adjusting his breath.

Xu Fengnian slowly backed away holding a knife, squinting at Zhao Xuansu, a middle-aged Taoist who resembled Kuanglu Mountain, and sneered: "It's really a hundred-legged worm that is dead but not stiff. The old man is more greedy than the other."

Zhao Xuansu, who couldn't enter the gate of heaven, looked back at the golden sea, with complicated eyes. The six-handed dagger is still inserted in the six major orifice points, like a bone gangrene. The flying sword enters the soul, and it burns with a sneer, like hot water pouring ice and snow, but Zhao Xuansu didn't realize it, and Deng Taia carried it with him. The flying sword is naturally not an ordinary weapon, otherwise it will not be able to harm the real Yuan Ying who has gone out of his body. Although the sword is small, the heroic spirit contained in the sword is bottomless. Everyone thinks that killing demons is a trick of the Taoist school to play mystery. In fact, Otherwise, so the martial artist of the arena is in the state of transformation, using the sword to test the sword with the heaven and the human, but it is also in the law. Deng Tai'a is always a sloppy and gentle appearance, and she has no consciousness of confronting a land fairy. He smiled and asked: "Deng Tai'a has never been to Longhu Mountain. As for the teacher, whether it is light or heavy, I am very worried."

Even though he is in a dangerous situation, Xu Fengnian still can't help but laugh. This Deng Tai'a deserves to be a weird and wonderful person. First he called Zhao Xuansu an old dog, and now he pretends to be polite, but the words clearly don't have the slightest respect, it is true. Slaps on the face is extremely detrimental. Xu Fengnian continued with a lot of emotions, if Deng Tai'a didn't have this Royal Sword Profound Mastery, how could he be able to deal with things right now without being surprised? Shu Xiu Yang Qingfeng and his ilk, weren't they suppressed by Zhao Xuansu without even saying a word? Not to mention the ill-fated Long Yuxuan, who only spent a few days as a cheap father, but the cheap son who was turned upside down was turned into powder with one move. This Dragon Tiger Mountain is indeed very different from the Wudang Mountain. The leader of Wang Chonglou, but without the slightest pretense of being a bully, met several times, and that kindness and amiability was not just because he was the son of Beiliang. It's a big Taoist ancestral court, so Zhao Xituan is considered a good person. No wonder this sloppy old Taoist will be depressed, but Zhao Danping and other young prime ministers steal the high position, like the sky. Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian glanced at the assassin in front of him, the little girl with a smile, for the thousand taels of gold, did this mysterious girl really refuse to come out in the eyes of copper coins? Don't even care about your life? First is the eleventh king Mingyin in the world, and then the real man Zhao Xuansu, what kind of medicine does she sell in her gourd? Is it to kill or save? Jia Jiajia? The three characters of the name are all homonyms to A. Xu Fengnian sent a secret letter to Xu Xiao, asking her whether she was a dead man who was standing beside her. Such important matters related to Xu Fengnian’s life and death, Xu Xiao personally wrote to explain that this woman is definitely not that. The number one dead man in the palace, Xu Fengnian is even more puzzled by this. What is this girl's head? If she is just a little money fan, who will believe it?

As for the failure of Zhao Xuansu to disperse his soul with a single sword, Xu Fengnian must be disappointed in his heart, but he is not surprised and shocked. The methods of heaven and man are strange and unpredictable. Tianmen, each showing their magical powers, how thrilling! Although Zhao Xuansu said that killing people by force is definitely inferior to Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang, but if he was killed by His Royal Highness, it would be too cheap. Anyway, he has practiced the stinky old ways of ordinary people for several lifetimes on Longhu Mountain.

Zhao Xuansu can know the rivers and lakes without going out, and the world without going down the mountain. He gently flicks his sleeves without touching the smoke and flames of the world, and flicks the two flying swords named Suzaku out of the two major orifices. The flying sword is not broken and is After returning to the force, he whirled around the old Taoist. Zhao Xuansu turned a blind eye and chuckled softly: "I heard that Deng Tai'a's swordsmanship surpassed the two realms of swordsmen of the same generation on the mountain earlier, and pursued Lv Zu's sword. . It’s just coming and going without being indecent. Pang Dao also has a little bit of carving, and I want to learn from Deng Jianshen."

Deng Tai'a asked: "Since the old celestial master has no hope of ascending to the immortal in this life, and the flesh turned around, he has been disarmed by soldiers. Why not push the boat along the river and find a good family to reincarnate while the primordial spirit is still gathered?"

While speaking, Zhao Xuansu waved his sleeves again, and forced the golden strands of the sword out of his orifice. He stroked his beard freely and said: "The old Dao swears not to go to the heaven to find a place in the heaven when he is young, and he will die. I’m disdainful of the nine types of autopsy."

Deng Tai'a also has a leisurely sentiment. He didn't beat a dog like the people in the market, but calmly asked: "The Taoist prophecy, claiming to be able to predict good and bad, knowing that up and down five hundred years of wind and rain, you can't count the sky and the earth as yourself. Life?"

Xu Fengnian watched the old Taoist priest roll up his sleeves for the third time and shoot 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, running. Like thunder, there are moths circling leisurely. Why doesn't this moth hit the car wall?"

Deng Tai'a said with emotion on her face: "You are in the world, how to get free. You can't step out of Kunlun in one step, and you won't live for a hundred years."

Xu Fengnian heard it inexplicably, and did not have the feeling of divine enlightenment. I only know that these two masters are ready to go. To be precise, Deng Tai'a has a good heart, confident to the point of arrogance, and let Zhao Xuansu leave the six swords. prohibit. In the carriage over there, Emperor Murong Tong of the two sisters and brothers raised the curtain to watch the battle. Murong Wuzhu was timid and did not dare to look. The hole opened, Linglong Six Swords broke through the air. Deng Tai'a waited until the small sword with his fate bounced into the air, and said softly: "How is the way of heaven, Deng does not think deeply, but since practicing the sword, he has never doubted the sword in his hand."

Everyone only saw Deng Tai'a, the unparalleled murderer in the world, smiled and squinted, and then played.

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

The world has changed color, and the momentum is hardly lost to the East China Sea.

One flick is sixty instants, and nine hundred births and deaths in one instant.

This refers to the essence of mystery.

Therefore, Wang Xianzhi once said that in the world of Diamond Realm, only the white-clothed monk Li Cao can get its essence.

One-rank four realms, there are high and low realms, but it does not mean that the martial arts achievement is high or low, especially those saints of the three religions who occupy the right time, place and place. It is the opponent of Sanjiao outside Sanjiao. In addition, the three religions have always emphasized heaven and despised martial arts, and even the magical powers of Lu Zu's flying sword to take the head from thousands of miles are regarded as the final skill, which is incompatible with the great road.

Deng Tai'a smiled and said: "The sword formation was named a famous soldier. It was originally prepared by Deng for Wang Xianzhi. The world is unpredictable, but it is used on your head. It is a pity."

Zhao Xuansu squinted his eyes and said: "What a thunder pond that has opened up the world. The poor road is bold enough to cross, but we have to see if Deng Jianshen can solve the poor road by soldiers!"

Longhushan ancestor Huizong really passed by.

The sword array is like a Changhong.

The primordial spirit of the out-of-aperture was suddenly shattered without a trace.

In a flash, Deng Tai'a said angrily: "Old dog Zhao An dare to be so opportunistic!"

Deng Tai'a came to His Royal Highness Shizi and turned around, grabbing the back collar and throwing Xu Fengnian back, but the new sword **** was already alert and quick enough to still be unable to resist a torrent of purple air pouring in front of Xu Fengnian. You can vaguely hear Zhao Xuansu’s last words on the eve of the soldiers' resolution: "Since I am constantly cutting his breath, I will take a trick and steal a secret. Pass the dragon and tiger mountain calamity on your kid!"

The purple gas is coming from the east.

Although the sword formation was torn by seven or eight, 20-30% still rushed back into Xu Fengnian's body.

For the first time, Deng Tai'a showed such an angry face, the world was silent, and shouted: "Zhao Xuansu, Deng wants you to cut off your children and grandchildren from the Heavenly Master's Mansion!"

Sanqing and purple spirits haunt Xu Fengnian's body.

The catastrophe is imminent.

Deng Tai'a is extremely annoyed. He is familiar with many tricks of Taoism. This Zhao Xuansu clearly intends to make Xu Fengnian die at the cost of his own life. Although Tai'a Deng thinks that killing is rare, this world is Counting the cause and effect of luck is the most unpredictable. The cause and effect between him and Xu Fengnian is very shallow. In fact, after the death of the princess Wu Su, there is only one verbal promise made by the young man who practiced the sword. Repay it cleanly, this purple qi is in harmony with Xu Fengnian in an instant. No matter how powerful Deng Tai'a is, he can't even cut off his qi. Weak, unable to absorb the energy. This is also where Deng Tai'a hates Zhao Xuansu the most. As a real Taoist man, he is so vicious!

Hehe, the girl turned around and stared at Xu Fengnian whose red date turned from purple to black at the center of her eyebrows. She smiled, but she was not gloating, but rather sad. I am afraid that even Huang Sanjia would be shocked to see this strange feeling.

She stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the black Yintang of His Royal Highness.

Rao was dumbfounded by Mrs. Deng, but finally he didn't stop him.

The north is cold and bitter.

In the winter snow that year, a little girl knelt by the road and sold her body to bury her mother. She was born at the bottom of the market, and her father was addicted to gambling. She was a well-fed little family, but after a few years she lost her family and bankrupted. After her daughter fell to the ground, she vowed not to gambling with Xiaojiabiyu’s lady, and even chopped off a finger by herself. , But still can’t be addicted to gambling. As far as the child can remember, what he sees every day is that her father threatened to sell her to coerce her mother to go back to be a prostitute. He is the biggest drunkard who abuses his wife. As she grows up in difficult days, her mother’s face gradually fades, and the less money she earns, the girl can never forget those vulgar men who walked out of the leaky hut with their trouser belts and threw a dozen copper plates to her father. At that time, the man bent over to take the money and turned back with a smile. Later, when the mother knew that the man was determined to sell his daughter, she was dyingly ill. She changed her body to the bottom of the box and put on the last clean clothes, pushed her daughter to pick some wild vegetables and cook. A pot of arsenic rice porridge was put down. When the girl came home, the man who hadn't called his father after being sensible had cold body. A small pot of porridge was only six bowls. He just ate himself and drank it all at once. Five bowls naturally died quickly, and the woman who had only drank a bowl of porridge held her daughter before she died, bleeding and crying, and could not speak. After the little girl with her fingers frostbite bursting out of blood, she cleaned her mother's face and put her on the straw mat. Without looking at the man, she came to Liangzhou city and knelt beside the mat. This scene, in the winter of the northern coolness, is not strange, so there is no need for charcoal to write anything, no need for her to scream and cry, but who wants to share this need for a dirty little girl with thin clothes? The unlucky thing of less silver?

On the road, there are fresh-clothed angry horses and Diaoqiu stunners.

No one will take another look at a little girl who might not be able to survive the cold winter.

Several poppi guys who had paid in and out of the hut at her house passed by, kicked the straw mat away, revealing the little girl’s body, she lay on her mother, and they said her mother was a dirty woman. , Just throw the corpse in the wild~ IndoMTL.com~ She cried and said that her mother was not dirty at all, so they went to trample on the corpse. The little girl bit on one of the rogue's legs, but was pulled by her hair and lifted it with a punch. It hit her stomach and asked her whether it was dirty or not. Every time she said it was not dirty, she received a punch every time she shook her head. How old was she then? How many hits can it withstand? But passers-by are indifferent, no one will care about these, after all, many people take it with gusto.

Later, a luxurious horse-drawn carriage passed by, and somehow he heard the noise. A luxurious and white-looking young family somehow got out of the horse-drawn carriage and came to her. Next to him stood a beautiful woman with eyes full of disgust and covering her nose. He asked her if her mother would look better with the woman next to her. The little girl with bloodshot from the corner of her mouth gave an answer that made the onlookers burst into laughter. The Humei woman who accompanied the family by her side lost her face, her eyes were full of anger and chill. The young family with a ridiculous reputation spread throughout Beiliang did not have any expressions. He took a pearl hairpin from the head of the girl around him and gave it away. There was a huge pearl hanging on the end of the hairpin. The little girl didn't understand anything. Yuan Yifenzhen, she didn't know what pearls were worth a thousand dollars, she only saw the man squatting down and turning around, inserting the pearl hairpin on her mother's head, and asking her if she looked good, the little girl cried and said she looked good. He touched her head, smiled, did not speak. He returned to the carriage and walked away, and soon afterwards, someone buried her mother.

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

In these years, apart from murder, her only hobby is collecting hairpins.

Outside the city of Xiangfan this year, she killed the eleventh in the world. Whoever wanted that young family to die back then, she wanted to die, regardless of whether you were a first-class master or a land immortal? For her, this is the only truth.