Chapter 178: Zhenwu Seven Cuts, Sick Tiger Sacrifices His Life

Upon hearing this, Yang Taisui's mouth twitched.

I was clearly persuading the other party to put down his butcher knife, so how come according to his words, picking up the butcher knife and killing myself is a meritorious deed?
"Amitabha!"

"In terms of eloquence and silver tongue, I am indeed far inferior to you, the donor!"

Xu Chunlin snorted coldly. What was he saying by putting down his butcher knife? It was nothing more than him admitting defeat when he saw that he couldn't beat him. However, Xu Chunlin was never willing to let Yang Taisui go.

I don’t know when we will meet again!

Xu Chunlin's eyes were filled with a sword intent. As he thought about it, the sky suddenly changed. The vast energy was like a pillar that reached the sky and rushed straight into the clouds. It rose up and floated in the sky for nine days, breaking through the sky and sweeping away the overlapping clouds.

Only thunder and lightning roar in the clear sky.

At the same time, the seven star flying swords in the hands of the old monk in black were activated by the energy and made continuous clanging sounds.

"You...you are actually a land immortal?!"

Yang Taisui could no longer contain his surprise. If the person in front of him was at the level of a terrestrial immortal, then didn't the previous fight just serve as a joke?

There is no way I can escape from this person's hands no matter what!

Thinking of this, Yang Taisui couldn't help but look as pale as death, but how could he accept his fate like this?
The old monk in black turned his palms over, but he still couldn't control the seven star flying swords. The seven swords flew out of his hands, flew over the ground, and then stopped in mid-air.

The seven flying swords that had been eager to try in the sky revealed their majestic faces and formed a Big Dipper sword formation. In an instant, seven aurora stars shone brightly from the north above the sky, and coldness and death filled the world.

The two flying swords in Xu Chunlin's hands, Dongming and Yinyuan, together with the Big Dipper swords formed a Yin-Yang dark life and death sword formation.

The nine swords themselves drew in the thunder from the sky, forming a sword formation of a pool of thunder. It also seemed as if they had gained the profound insights of the seven sections of Zhenwu, and each sword formed a perfect circle.

The big formation was within the small formation, over and over again. I wonder how many kinds of formation insights Xu Chunlin had mixed in.

In a daze, Yang Taisui seemed to see a turtle and a snake in the sword formation. The long snake was agile and the turtle was solemn. They were both extremely spiritual, heavy, subtle and mysterious.

The seven swords seem to have the momentum of a winding black snake, and the two hidden swords, Yinyuan and Dongming, seem to bring them to life, transforming them into the shape of a tortoise, Wu Zhuang and steady. It can be said to be exquisite, majestic, all-encompassing and extremely comprehensive.

The sword's tip is as majestic as a mountain, and the imperial power is awe-inspiring, as if it has the power to calm the sky and pacify the world!
"Turtle, snake?"

"Such a pure Taoist spirit, even Lu Zu cannot..."

"Only...the one in heaven!"

Yang Taisui fell into self-doubt, hoping that he had seen it wrong. He suddenly looked at Xu Chunlin, as if he had some guesses.

"You are not the reincarnation of Lu Zu!"

"Are you Zhenwu?!!"

"If I am not mistaken, your last name should be Xu!!!"

At this moment, Yang Taisui seemed to have figured everything out, and all his motives seemed to become coherent. No wonder he killed Master Liu Song, no wonder he insisted on killing me, and no wonder he let Lu Baijie go.

It turned out that the people he had been targeting were the masterminds of the White Clothes Case in the capital!
"Clap clap clap!"

Xu Chunlin clapped his hands and laughed, "You are indeed a smart person. You figured it out at once. You guessed my identity just from my understanding of the sword formation!"

"Are you Xu Fengnian or Xu Chunlin?"

The old monk in black said firmly.

Xu Chunlin spread his hands and asked, "Does it really matter who it is, Xu Fengnian or Xu Chunlin?"

Yang Taisui shook his head and said, "Indeed, none of this matters anymore. As long as we make sure that the prediction of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory is correct, Zhenwu has really come down to earth!"

In his words, there might be regret for what happened back then, but at this moment, he was probably more worried about the Liyang Dynasty, or perhaps relieved. What he planned and did back then was not wrong!

At this moment, Yang Taisui ascended to the celestial realm again!

Even after years of accumulation, there is a subtle trend of moving towards the realm of immortals on earth.

Xu Chunlin raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, and he said with murderous intent: "You are luckier than Master Liu Song, at least you are not a fool, but today is also the anniversary of your death next year!"

Yang Taisui looked up at the magnificent sword formation in the sky, shook his head and said with a smile: "It is indeed a great feat, but Xu's son, do you really think that I am a vegetarian?"

The black-robed old monk stomped his foot on the ground, his foot not even touching the ground, not to mention the dust rising, and shouted, "Hundred feet of mercy!"

Crushing the jade button on his chest, Yang Taisui took off the dark black cassock. With a twist of his finger, the wide cassock, like a black cloud, flew up to the sky above the old monk's head.

Like a canopy rising from the ground, ancient books once said that there was a precious tree planted by immortals in Zhongnan Mountain, which was hundreds of feet high into the clouds and had no branches or leaves.

This should have been one of the secret means by which Yang Taisui calculated that he would be able to resist the heavenly calamity after he turned 100 years old. Every outstanding man in the world has his own great opportunities and special skills.

The cassock, which was only about ten feet long and wide, rose into the air, creating rolling black clouds of several hundred feet in height, covering the sky outside Tai'an City.

Yang Taisui glanced at the handsome young man in the distance. Even though this old monk, who had once held a high position in the government but retired at the height of his career, could not help but have mixed feelings for a moment. He had really underestimated him before.

The space between heaven and earth was cut apart and squeezed layer by layer by several sword formations and the black clouds of cassocks.

Yang Taisui ignored the thrilling scene above his head and took a step forward in the Lei Chi sword formation where the sword energy was rushing to fight the bull.

This step was two meters long. When he stepped on the ground, the heaven and earth shook. All the false images created by the yin and yang, dark array of life and death were shattered at this moment.

Of course, Yang Taisui's achievement was not without cost. The sharp sword array left scratches on the black-robed old monk's diamond body, as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and it was stained with blood.

Yang Taisui risked his life and rushed forward with all his might, he had only one target, that was Xu Chunlin.

The second step reduces the distance, but is still one and a half feet.

He took six steps in succession, each of which left a mark of a Buddha lotus on the earth, and each step came at a huge cost.

Every lotus flower of the Buddha was dyed with blood, appearing a red-gold color. The only unyielding thing was the white bones of the feet that were no longer flesh and blood!

The old monk in black looked at the young man who was at an arm's length away with compassion. These six steps plus the previous stomping step were the true supreme magical power of the Buddhist Seven-Step Lotus.

In addition to the six obvious huge lotus flowers in the sword formation, there are countless small lotus flowers appearing out of thin air above the ground, like a fairy scattering flowers in the sky, or as if there are five hundred arhats blessing them.

The huge sword formation was shaking, and this part of the world was like a god shaking a huge bucket, causing ripples.

In the seventh step, the seventh lotus exploded and bloomed under the feet of Xu Chunlin at the edge of the sword formation.

Yang Taisui's face was yellow and he looked a little listless, but the old monk still insisted on extending a palm, crossing the Lei Chi sword formation, and regardless of the flying sword guarding this area cutting the skin on his arm, he pushed Xu Chunlin's heart with a palm.

But three feet in front of Xu Chunlin was another world, another world. No matter how hard Yang Taisui tried, that palm and his entire arm would be annihilated.

It was as if the two celestial beings had left their bodies and were wandering between heaven and earth. Xu Chunlin slowly passed by the motionless old monk in black.

The thunder pool was destroyed.

The cassock fluttered.

Xu Chunlin waved his palm to dispel the chaotic energy of heaven and earth, looked back at the black monk's robe that only had a corner left, and said with a smile: "It was a surprise to me that you were able to break through the sword formation I casually created!"

"What a pity, it's useless in the end!"

(End of this chapter)