[Chapter 1282 The holy emperor is in the lead, the light of ants, blooming pearls in vain?]
“I’m so old!”
“I’m really so old!”
Outside the Forest of Miracles, Mei Siren walked forward quickly, clutching his folding fan tightly.
He frowned and stared at the distant sky, feeling the mighty power of the emperor coming from afar, his words were scolding, but there was still a deep sense of worry in his tone: “Who did
Xu Xiaoshou learn this from, so outrageous?” Shameless, if you spread it out, you will not lose your reputation as an old man?”
“He is just a child, right from wrong, and who dares to teach him this?” “
Also, how can such a small child be so reckless to undertake such a sacred work ?” Di Weili?”
“Is he really desperate, or was someone forced to do it?”
Meisi squinted at the eight gods, and became more and more angry, stomping his foot on the tree stump, and the sawdust burst into the air with a “bang”.
He folded his fan and pointed at the void angrily, “Don’t let the old man catch him, otherwise, he must be cleaned up!” The
eight gods knew how to watch the nose and the heart, and wanted to keep silent.
But looking at the smashed stake, he could only sigh, and said helplessly, “No one taught him this, and what I saw with him was only a few times.” “Did the old man tell you about you?” Mei
Si The man turned his head angrily, “There is no one to teach
. Could it be that there are some people who are born with knowledge?” , he still respects his predecessors.
“It’s best for him to know it from birth, and don’t let the old man know who brought him down!” Meisi gave Bazun a vicious look, and finally sighed, “But it’s true, who in the world would be like
this How about cruelty?”
“Tiger poison still doesn’t eat its offspring. If you have the intention to use the younger generation, it is not an exaggeration to kill it, let alone pull the seedlings to encourage growth and instill strength in the body, rather than subtly influence it and make it grow like spring wind and rain?”
After a pause, Mei Siren held the folding fan, his gaze was like a sword, and
he looked back: “Is there any reason for what I said?” There is a little…”
“Just a little?” Mei Siren blew his beard and stared.
“Xu Xiaoshou is not a mortal, and the instillation of the power of the Holy Emperor is not to overwhelm the seedlings, let alone damage his foundation, but to make him familiar with this power in advance…” “Oh? You mean to make him so ambitious,
and Who is this ‘does not damage Daoji’ excuse? Do you think he is in a stable state now?” Mei Siren pointed at the void.
Bazun looked up, his cloudy eyes couldn’t see that far at all, only a little white fire in the distance.
“I can’t see, I’m just a three-realm refining spirit…”
Mei Siren was so choked that he was so angry that he swung his folding fan:
rotten wood can’t be carved!
“According to this old man, he learned from you!” Mei Siren shook the folding fan quickly, and almost cut out a few large characters on the fan and put them in the eye sockets of the eight statues.
“I don’t recognize this. I didn’t teach him these things. If you want to say that what Sang Qiye taught is fine.” “
Oh, if you didn’t teach it, others wouldn’t learn it?” Meisi sneered:
“The way of enlightenment Why do you need to teach in person by precept and example?”
“Who set up a flag on the wrong road first?” “
Later, the young people still don’t know what is right and what is wrong, so if they look at the flag and walk, they will easily go astray?
” Frowning, “Mr. Siren, what are you talking about?”
“Who do you think he looks like now?” Mei Siren folded his fan and pointed.
Coerced by the power of the Holy Emperor of the Void, there were rampant sounds floating from afar.
What “the generation of ants, endlessly noisy”…
what “how dare you provoke me, disrespect invincible”…
all enlarged!
Ba Zun was amused when he heard it, and couldn’t help but recall the scene of walking around the world with Wen Ting’s sword when he was young and frivolous, and soon his smile froze.
“Mr. Siren, if we have something to say, let
‘s say it clearly, and there is no need to beat around the bush.” “Okay! The old man will tell you clearly. I didn’t learn this from you, but from whom?” “
I never taught it. …” Bazun paused while talking, realizing that his own path was blocked—why there is no need to explain the way of enlightenment in person?
“Hmph!” The old sword master snorted coldly, and changed the subject, “If something happens to him, who will be responsible?”
“I…”
“You can afford it?” As if penetrating the soul, piercing the hearts of the people:
“Do you want to cultivate another you?”
“Three-breathing congenital, three-year sword immortal, silent for more than 30 years, and still refining spirits after returning?
” Contains, the cold light flickers.
These words are too sharp, it is tantamount to tearing open his scars, and then pouring salt into the wounds!
But Gu Jianxiu’s temperament is always straightforward, and the gentle and jade-like Meisi people have been going around for so long, giving him enough face.
Straight to the point, it is still what the eight masters are familiar with.
This time it couldn’t be more straightforward, and it seems that the old sword sage Meisi can’t be blamed.
The eight masters were silent.
The only “failure” in his life cannot be explained, and there is no need to explain it.
Seeing Xiao Ba’s silence from one side, Mei Siren’s eyes flashed unbearable, but he did not regret saying this.
He no longer focused on the present, but saw the future of Xu Xiaoshou who showed his sharpness.
If even he dared not speak, who else in this world would dare to speak up for Xu Xiaoshou in front of the Ba Zunfu?
“Mr. Siren, don’t worry, I will protect him to grow up.” Ba Zunfan broke the silence, without guarantee or oath, just a simple sentence.
Mei Siren took a deep look at him, looked away, and took a few steps forward by himself, leaving behind a back, with a mouth as sharp as a sword but relentless, “You Tu can’t protect you.
” Moved, the clothes bulged without wind, and several sword marks were split.
The sword energy in his body seemed to be uncontrollable, and it flowed out, cutting through the void.
The eight gods paused for a long time, and finally raised their steps and followed them forward.
But the footprints left behind were entangled with sword energy, which could not be eliminated for a long time.
“It’s okay.”
“I’m not Yu Tu, and Xiao Shou is not me.”
…
“Who dares to call me by my first name!”
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly yelled at the ruins of the Hall of Sin, and the sea of white flames rolled down, suppressing him. Thousands of discussions arose.
His spirituality has been strengthened by the power of the Holy Emperor to an extremely sensitive level, and he can clearly hear the discussions of the various spiritual masters under his feet.
Even the criticisms against the word “Xu Xiaoshou” can be heard even in the sights that cannot be observed by spiritual thoughts.
This is very familiar.
Calling the holy name directly is disrespectful!
Xu Xiaoshou knew that this was the ability of a semi-saint.
But he does not have a semi-holy personality, and he is not yet in the realm of a true semi-saint.
Therefore, it is impossible to trace back the pictures of those people who are scattered all over the void island talking about themselves.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
The most important thing right now is to teach the “disrespectful and invincible” Rao Ke a lesson.
The fire in my body can’t be suppressed anymore, I need to vent it urgently!
“If there is a way to heaven, you don’t go, but there is no way to hell, so cute, you will pay the price for your arrogance today!” “
Holy Emperor, don’t insult me!”
Xu Xiaoshou, who stepped on ice lotus, carried white wings on his back, held a python in his hand, and was filled with the power of the Holy Emperor, threw off a pair of scorched arms, and suddenly rushed up, grabbing Rao Yaoyao.
Although this little cutie from the Rao family has a deeper background, as long as she is not killed, just keep some sense.
Thinking about it, it shouldn’t be possible to provoke the Holy Emperor to fight back on the void island.
“Hoo!”
The black light on the white sea of flames swept away, breaking open the space.
When it reappeared, the sleeveless Chijiao hand had already grabbed Rao Yaoyao’s jade neck.
“Jumping clown, rampant and shameful, and generous!”
Rao Yaoyao was already trembling with anger, but she was not like Xu Xiaoshou’s eloquent tongue, full of swear words.
Even her angry words are civilized, and she can’t vent her anger even if she wants to curse, so she can only draw her sword loudly.
Emotional swordsmanship cultivates the Tao, cultivates the mind, and cultivates self-cultivation.
There are not many sword styles that focus on actual combat, no more than Mo Jianshu and Wan Jianshu.
Rao Yaoyao has entered the Tao with this sword technique, and she is as gentle and civilized as she is when using a sword, and she never messes around.
But this doesn’t mean that Rao Yaoyao only cultivates affection swordsmanship, and doesn’t practice other swordsmanship.
When she was furious to the extreme, the battle was not limited to love swordsmanship, but to nine major swordsmanship, eighteen swordsmanship, and three thousand swordsmanship in turn.
“Wuyou Jianliu!”
When Wuxiu Chijiao grabbed it with his hands, Rao Yaoyao didn’t dodge or dodge, and his body disappeared into nothingness.
At the same time, the wind whirled under her feet, and the sanctuary took shape.
In the surrounding land, the lights and shadows of thousands of scenery deepened, and the embers burning on her body, her strength, and her path shone brighter and brighter.
And when “being” reaches the extreme, “nothingness” also reaches the extreme.
Rao Yaoyao’s sword-holding figure completely disappeared, as if she had never appeared in this world.
The sleeveless, scarlet hand passed through her neck, but couldn’t touch half an inch of skin.
“Disappearance technique?”
Xu Xiaoshou’s heart tightened, it was too similar!
In normal times, he would really lose Rao Yaoyao’s position.
But now, relying on the induction of the power of the Holy Emperor, he can still lock Rao Yaoyao’s aura.
right here!
Just above the world of mortals that has been deepened with light and shadow!
Rao Yaoyao’s “nothingness” is presented in the world of “yes” in another way.
“The sword of the world of mortals, the appearance of all living beings…”
The holy voice suddenly floated from all directions.
The Void Island has fought all the way, although it has been repeatedly defeated, but with Rao Yaoyao’s talent, he has a deep understanding.
The sentient beings she uses now seem to have evolved, and she no longer summons invisible forms.
Instead, it presents the scene where thousands of beings are deepened to the extreme by “being” in the sanctuary, and uses its power to fuel one’s own sword.
“Everything is a sword!”
There was a trembling hum, and the sound of swords was heard in all directions, Xu Xiaoshou stopped and looked around, as if he was in danger of being besieged on all sides.
“Worship of ten thousand swords!”
Plants, trees, mountains and rocks, light and shadow breath, elements and objects…
everything in the world is not only tangible, but also invisible things are concentrating out of thin air, turning into sharp ten thousand swords, and descending from the sky.
Chi Chi Chi!
There were gaps in Xu Xiaoshou’s body, as if entering the enemy’s immediate force field, the blood was stabbed and scorched.
“Is this the real combat power of the Ancient Sword Saint?” Xu Xiaoshou was startled for a moment.
He still can’t find the target.
Rao Yaoyao, who can use swordsmanship like a master, is much stronger than before when he is facing one-on-one without any worries!
“Wan Jian returns to the sect!”
With the last soft shout, the Heaven and Earth Intangible Ten Thousand Phases Sword condensed in the sky, turning into a great sword hanging from the sky.
The worldly aura of the sword is lingering, based on everything on the void island, and the aura of all beings in the world.
“It’s right there!”
Xu Xiaoshou looked up, and could see the sacred and solemn figure of Rao Yaoyao Sacrificial Sword Xuancang in the giant sword hanging from the sky.
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
Without any pause, once Rao Yaoyao’s figure was exposed, the Xuantian sword split into nine, hundred percent, and then into infinity.
“Infinite numbers!”
Combined with Wujianshu, Wanjianshu, Qingqingjianshu, and then combined with Nine Swordsmanship!
When infinity returns to one and turns into the Hanging Sword.
Rao Yaoyao’s sword has been amplified to its final strength, but in terms of spirit, it has the power to surpass the semi-holy.
The Supreme Holy Tribulation roared down, but when it landed on the Hanging Sword, before the sword moved, Fengrui divided it into pieces, turned it into lightning, and disappeared into nothingness.
“One step to reach the sky!”
How dare Xu Xiaoshou let Rao Yaoyao continue to cast spells, he stepped forward and flashed onto the Xuantian Sword.
Rao Yaoyao is still in a semi-empty state.
If Xu Xiaoshou had never practiced swordsmanship, he might not be able to find a turning point.
But he studied under Mei Siren, and he has already seen through the nine great swordsmanship, so why worry about not having a way to break it?
“Red plums are three streams, falling into the world of heroes.”
When Yin Hong falls, the reality changes, and Rao Yaoyao has not cut off the Xuantian sword from reality to reality.
Her figure also moved from half-hidden to the front of the stage.
The invisible thoughts floating in her spiritual world were even more magnified. Under Xu Xiaoshou’s powerful spiritual thoughts at this moment, she could feel Rao Yaoyao’s anger and killing intent without even needing to switch between reality and reality.
“Three streams of red plums, green sword!”
Xu Xiaoshou’s thought became a sword, and Yan Mang drew it.
The same blue giant sword floating in the air pierced through the space in an instant and met Rao Yaoyao’s hanging sword.
Under the eyes of everyone, the sword master Rao Yaoyao and the “Holy Emperor” Xu Xiaoshou cast a spell.
The two ancient giant swords on the horizon collided with each other.
“Boom!”
The air waves surged in the sky, breaking through the void for thousands of miles.
The Supreme Sacred Tribulation paled in an instant, and Dao Qiong Tian Ji Si Nan drew him.
While crossing the tribulation, he did not forget that Ling Si Wuzhen lowered the dim light to protect the group of people watching the battle below.
The Temple of the Holy Spirit is a force of light, and it is impossible to let the jihad put these people to death and ignore them.
“Too fierce!”
“Xu Xiaoshou has the ability of a holy emperor, and he has played Fairy Rao several times before…” “
But I still don’t think he has the ability to defeat Fairy Rao head-on, what do you think?
” In order to protect it, someone opened his mouth in surprise.
However, few people followed suit, holy wars are already rare, and holy wars in the ancient sword cultivator are even more rare and rare, unheard of!
Everyone looked up and watched the ceremony without saying a word, only caring about learning experience.
The moment the Xuantian Sword and the Qingshi Sword collided, Rao Yaoyao’s delicate body shook violently, and she vomited against the blood, almost spitting out.
But Xu Xiaoshou was even more unbearable!
The thousands of miles of white flames under his feet were instantly shattered, and the flame wings behind him even shattered on the spot.
Qing Shijian resisted the blow, but his body couldn’t withstand the bombardment of the Sword Master and the backlash when he activated the power of the Holy Emperor.
——He is resisting the torture of the Holy Emperor all the time, and his state is not at its peak.
“Pfft!”
A mouthful of white magma spewed out, the essence was blood, but only fire remained after the spout.
While Xu Xiao controlled the Qingshi sword from collapsing, with the help of his body’s retreating force, he immediately realized:
With sword against sword, he is definitely not Rao Yaoyao’s opponent!
But now that he is the Holy Emperor of Spiritual Refining, and he has mastered the heart of Jinzhao, the three-day frozen calamity and other sky fires, why should he fight the long with the short, and use the sword against the sword?
“Heart swordsmanship, look at the world of mortals!”
When his thoughts flashed like this, Rao Yaoyao had already changed his moves, his eyebrows were narrowed, and then raised.
Xu Xiaoshou felt like being struck by lightning, and his spirit was placed in the world of mortals. He saw the hustle and bustle of soldiers and horses, and the waves of swords.
In just a moment, when his spiritual awakening was triggered, he also came back awake with the powerful guarantee of the power of the Holy Emperor.
But it was delayed for such a moment!
The Qingshi sword was shattered suddenly, Rao Yaoyao faced him with momentum, Xuan Cang ordered the Xuantian sword, as if to split him in two.
“Xu Xiaoshou, pay the price for your brazen words!” Rao Yaoyao’s eyes turned cold, and he kept shouting.
force me?
“Emperor, the technique of grain and seeds!”
Xu Xiaoshou sighed softly, and entered the state of the Fudo King like autistic.
But around his body, one after another Jinderseeds jumped out in an instant, which were compressed and condensed by the power of the Holy Emperor.
Don’t seek security, but seek explosion!
The fire seeds were densely packed, covering Xu Xiaoshou’s whole body, making it airtight.
——Blasting is the best defense!
Rao Yaoyao slashed down with the sword, forcibly stopped the attack at the critical moment, and almost hit those source species.
“What?”
She was terrified, time and space leaped through Xu Xiaoshou with a sword, not daring to hurt him at all.
But for this moment of delay, Xu Xiaoshou recovered under King Fudo Ming.
“Heart swordsmanship, all eyes are demons!”
With a bang, Rao Yaoyao was also hit by the same move, and surging demonic energy burst out of his body.
But this is not the first time she has been in this pose, and she quickly regained consciousness.
However, after a short while, looking up, the scene has changed.
Xu Xiaoshou’s right hand Yan Mang led tens of thousands of Saint Emperor Origin Seeds, and as if to destroy the world, he slashed down with a sword.
It’s not over yet, he stretched out his sleeveless left hand with scarlet scorching, grasping the emptiness, and grabbed Rao Yaoyao by the neck when he was out of control.
“Zizi…”
Burning pain hit, Rao Yaoyao even smelled the smell of burnt meat, but she had no time to worry about it.
Because Yijian Yanyan carried thousands of source seeds, and it was like a god of death wielding a scythe, slashing at the head.
“The holy emperor is in charge, the light of ants, blooming pearls in vain?”
Something happened, it was a little late, and it was almost foggy, so I changed it first and then changed it.
(end of this chapter)
