Chapter 272: The Sick Tiger's Plan, Ask the Sword Emperor

Three thousand red threads formed a net that dragged the sky and the earth, looking like blood and silk, extremely strange, and surging like waves in a stagnant sea of ​​blood, and the sky was even made crimson by the red threads.

Wherever they passed, the three thousand red silk threads seemed to be threading through rotten soil, and the land and rocks made a crackling sound.

The sword light transformed by Jian Jiuhuang was like a boat in a surging sea of ​​blood, swaying left and right by the blood waves but never capsizing.

Sail safely and steadily on it.

"Am I right? The three thousand red silks from Han Diao Temple are just a big show but little effect. They can't do anything to us." Old Huang said proudly.

Xu Fengnian was speechless. No one else could talk about running away so confidently. After returning from Wudi City in the East China Sea, Old Huang became even more shameless.

Li Chungang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Xu Fengnian was fine. Then, the cold sword in his hand burst out with a chilling air, and he used the green snakes in his sleeves. The hundred-foot sword energy kept swirling, like a cold dragon carrying a freezing air, which continuously killed all the red silk in the sky.

Afterwards, Li Chungang put away the Frost Chi Sword and couldn't help but admire him: "Before Han Shengxuan died, he released all his Qi into these three thousand red threads. He already has the strength of a land immortal."

"If Jian Jiuhuang hadn't seen the situation and run away, he would have been entangled by the red silk and turned into a mummy."

Xu Fengnian couldn't help but wonder, "Is it really that powerful?"

Li Chungang rolled his eyes at Xu Fengnian: "What do you think? How about I throw you in and give it a try? The Great Finger Profound Realm fights desperately for the last blow, and even I have to hide its edge and can only rely on the two sleeves of green snakes to grind it down bit by bit."

After hearing this, Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "No, my small body can't handle it."

After Xu Fengnian and his group left.

A cloaked figure looked at Han Diaosi, whose bones had been rotten into mud, and the three thousand red silk threads that had been broken into countless pieces, with tears in his eyes, and slammed his head heavily to the ground.

"Farewell, Master!"

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In Tai'an City a few days later.

Zhao Kai carried Han Diaosi's broken body and knelt in front of a black-robed monk who looked like a sick tiger, his eyes red and bloodshot.

"Second Master, the First Master is dead!"

The black-robed monk stopped chanting the rosary and stopped reciting the scriptures. Instead, he looked at Zhao Kai, sighed, and said, "Amitabha, he went there with the intention of dying. You should know why."

Zhao Kai's face showed signs of collapse, and big tears could not stop falling from the corners of his eyes: "I know, it was for me, so that I could reach that position, the master used his life to open a way for me to ascend to a very high position."

"But………"

Zhao Kai stopped talking, looked towards a certain direction of Tai'an City, and said with cold eyes: "Can the death of the master really move his heart?"

"Of course he will. After all, we have been friends for many years. Your master has been loyal to you for so many years. Even if he has no merits, he has worked hard!"

"He once said that instead of living in such a miserable state with a broken body that is neither human nor ghost, it is better to turn into a ball of fire and illuminate the last light for you. Amitabha!"

The black-robed monk also had a look of sorrow on his face, and his words seemed to be comforting Zhao Kai.

"Oh, is it destined that I will have to step on piles of bones to reach that position?" Zhao Kai said as if mocking himself.

"You idiot!"

The black-robed monk stood up, put one hand in front of his chest, and with the other hand, his broad palm brushed over Zhao Kai's head. Zhao Kai was completely unprepared.

Suddenly, the black-robed monk slapped his palm down, bursting out with infinite power. With just one palm, he shattered Zhao Kai's crown. The power went down and hit his lungs, crushing them into mud.

Zhao Kai looked at the "Yang Taisui" in front of him, his eyes bulging with disbelief as he asked, "Why... why?"

"Amitabha!"

"Guilty! Guilty!"

"Yang Taisui" put his hands together and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "We each serve our own master. You are the bearer of Zhao's fortune, so I will naturally share your worries and cut off another arm of Zhao's!"

"By the way, it was me who encouraged Han Diaosi to go find Xu Fengnian. It was a good thing for him to die under Li Chungang's sword."

Zhao Kai's mouth was bleeding. He was unwilling to die and asked in hatred, "You...you are not my second master, who are you?"

"I am Yao Guangxiao!"

The sick tiger monk raised his lips to an evil smile.

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Emperor Wu City in the East China Sea.

On this day, on the busy main road of Wudi City, all the visitors and residents of Wudi City saw an unforgettable scene. A handsome young man walked by with a bowl in his hand and said in a loud voice: "Wang Xianzhi, may I ask why the clouds in the nine heavens are hanging down, and why the waters in the four seas are standing up?"

This sentence was spoken with great inner strength, echoing throughout half of the city. Old Huang was the first to draw his sword.

The third time, he asked Emperor Jianwu on the city wall!

Sword one to sword nine, unsheathed!

This time, Jian Jiuhuang had no sword in his hand, but there was a sword in his heart, and wherever he thought, there was a sword shadow.

Wang Xianzhi turned his head away, and at the same time, a ray of sword energy brushed past his cheek and cut off a few strands of the old man's snow-white hair.

Wang Xianzhi's body remained motionless, and then he took a step back lightly. A wisp of sword energy passed through his chest quickly, cutting off some scraps of linen cloth.

Afterwards, Wang Xianzhi always maintained a motionless posture, but occasionally moved his feet, and each time he managed to avoid the hidden sword energy that was not sharp at all.

Wang Xianzhi was somewhat surprised. He had once fought against Huang Zhentu who had climbed up the tower for the second time on the top of Wudi City. He was not unfamiliar with this sword. The previous Eight Swords of Zhixuan had not made him take it seriously. The ninth sword had indeed damaged his sleeve.

Although it is only a sword of celestial phenomena, Jian Jiuhuang's celestial phenomena are very innovative. The roots of ordinary celestial phenomena masters come from the opening statement of a great sage.

Generally speaking, things will make noise if they are not in balance.

All things in the world, birds sing to welcome spring, thunder roars in summer, insects mourn in autumn and wind blows away winter, so scholars often climb high places to compose poems aloud. However, the reason why swordsmen have been able to lead the way from generation to generation since ancient times is that they can naturally use the sword in my hand to tell about injustice and eliminate injustice.

Wang Xianzhi once said to Cao Changqing privately that it would be better to abandon his country, abandon his studies, and practice swordsmanship, and he would surely be able to become a saint soon.

The ninth sword of Jian Jiuhuang clearly crossed the threshold of celestial phenomena, but did not reach the level of a sword immortal. It did not give people the slightest feeling of injustice, but instead caught Wang Xianzhi off guard.

It stands to reason that a mild-tempered and good-natured person cannot learn to be a good swordsman. This is the same as the saying that a literary man is happy to see the unevenness of a mountain. The same goes for swordsmanship. The key is to use mysterious moves and strange tactics.

This sword had the same strange temperament. After it was launched, there was no grand sword momentum like dark clouds covering the city and winds filling the building. Instead, the sword kept coming and going tirelessly, with all the worldly atmosphere of dogs barking, chickens crowing, and fireworks. It was like a quarrel between neighbors, but out of politeness they only used words instead of hands, giving people the feeling that it was just noisy and annoying.

This new sword is only slightly different from the old sword handed over by Jian Jiuhuang, in that the latter is more effortless to use and more sophisticated and tricky.

Obviously, Jian Jiuhuang's swordsmanship and sword intent have reached perfection.

Wang Xianzhi frowned and said, "Huang Zhentu, are you looking for death again?"

Old Huang grinned with his toothless mouth and said with a smile: "Don't seek death. If you can't beat me, I will run away!"

"I spared your life before so that you could find the owner of that sword energy and come to see me. Where is he now?" Wang Xianzhi said in a deep voice.

Old Huang scratched his head, not a bit embarrassed on his face: "No one is here, the second young master is busy now."

"Humph, once or twice, there will be no third or fourth time. You better think it through carefully, Huang Zhentu!"

As he spoke, Wang Xianzhi mobilized the deep ocean-like Qi in his body. His muscles and bones vibrated in unison, and he raised his fist like he was moving a mountain or lifting a tripod. Murderous intent burst out from his pupils.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Old Huang used Jian Shifeng's technique again and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"This guy runs really fast!"

Then, Li Chungang, who had been alone in the martial arts world for too many years, challenged him again: "Wang Xianzhi, Li Chungang is visiting the East China Sea. I would like to borrow this Mancheng Sword to fight with you!"

It was seen that in Wudi City, at least 1,900 swords were unsheathed and soared into the sky at the same time, all hanging in the air.

Wang Xianzhi's unhappiness disappeared in an instant, and he uttered a loud voice like a bell: "Please ask Li Chungang to leave the city and fight with me in the sea!"

Countless people in Wudi City looked up at the same time. A burly white shadow, like a star, blasted from the top of Wudi City towards the surface of the East China Sea.

The tips of those 1,900 swords instantly pointed directly at the East China Sea. A man jumped up and took the sword in the face, then flew towards the East China Sea on the sword.

There was a battle on the East China Sea. The thunder was loud and the rain was even louder. The rivers and seas were overturned and the sword curtain was endless.

The people from Wudi City who were gathered at the seaside were stunned. They never thought that martial artists in the world could fight like this. Dozens of people who wanted to watch closely were smashed to pieces by the strong energy and sword intent.

Wang Xianzhi, the lord of Wudi City, had white hair and beard, and was dressed in a black robe. He was tall and strong, and stood barefoot with his hands behind his back on the raging waves, allowing the 1,800 swords to swarm in and break off three feet away and fall into the sea.

After eight hundred flying swords, they were barely able to close to a distance of two meters. After another six hundred swords, they finally reached a distance of ten meters from Wang Xianzhi. The abundant sword energy clashed with the fierce internal energy, and the lightning intertwined, making a hissing sound that pierced people's eardrums.

Three hundred more swords pierced the body of Wang Xianzhi, who was dressed in black robe and had white hair, breaking it into pieces without any damage. The spectators thought that after eighteen hundred unsuccessful swords, the old man in sheepskin coat would have run out of tricks.

Unexpectedly, the old fellow slowly uttered the word "sword completed", and all the broken swords that fell into the sea floated to the surface. With the Han Chi sword as the core, they gathered in the furnace and became an unparalleled giant sword, which stood between the two of them.

When the sword was completed, the sky broke apart and brilliant golden light slowly fell.

The plain-looking old man laughed out loud and said, "Li Chungang's sword can open the gate of heaven, can it kill you, Wang Xianzhi?"

Li Chungang opened the gate of heaven with one sword, and the mountain he saw was Kunlun. Everyone in the Wudi City of the East China Sea was dazed by what they saw. This was the real immortal on earth.

But even in the midst of such a fight, there was a man who walked on the waves as if he was walking on land, and went straight to the center of the battle.

(End of this chapter)