In normal times, no matter how arrogant Tang Sanshiliu was, he would not swear to the old Taoist nun, because the old Taoist nun's identity was too high. Even the old man of the Tang family would not respect her or at least be a little afraid. But he cursed like this without hesitation at this time because he wanted to deliberately anger the old Taoist nun and distract the old Taoist nun. Because he was very angry and scared at this time, he forgot to be afraid, because Xuanyuan Po raised the iron sword in his hand unexpectedly.

The young man of the bear tribe who had to eat six meals a day and kept smashing trees every day had his own fighting style. His bravery was the best in the National Education Academy, and his fighting style was different from Chen Changsheng and others. He did not think about it, and after being humiliated, he had to use battle to eliminate it, even if he would give his life because of it.

However, how could his iron sword hit the old Taoist nun? How could he beat this old Taoist nun? Judging by the standards of the human cultivation world, Xuanyuan Po's realm was already clear, but he had no chance of hurting the old Taoist nun. The heavy iron sword, like a weak willow branch, was locked in the cold wind by the lake and could not fall at all.

The old Taoist looked at the iron sword and seemed to recognize the origin. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. But she was not ready to show mercy. The cold meaning of silence instantly controlled his body and sea of ​​consciousness, and the next moment it would tear him into powder like a tide. As long as she had a slight thought, Xuanyuan Po would die.

Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu, Su Moyu and Tang Sanshiliu shot towards Donghu like four arrows. However, even if they sacrificed their lives, they seemed unable to change the ending. They seemed to be able to watch Xuanyuan Po die before their eyes. Can anyone change all this?

There may be.

Chen Changsheng had a last resort, and he prepared to throw out the life-saving thing without hesitation.

Su Moyu was also preparing, and Tang Sanshiliu was also preparing.

They were all ready to take out the things under the box, hoping to get a glimmer of hope for Xuanyuan Po.

At this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

The iron sword in Xuanyuan Po's hand was bound in the cold wind and could not move forward in an inch, but it eventually brought up some wind, even the gentlest wisp.

The gentle wind could not break the stillness of the winter lake, nor could it wiping the silk threads of the old Taoist aunt's waist. It could not even wiping the snow, but it could wiping the smoke and dust.

Xuanyuan Po stood in the ruins, where he settled was the stove, with the ashes from the stove cave everywhere.

The ash is the embers after firewood is burned, and some of the ash is the ash burned from a piece of paper.

Previously, Xuanyuan Po had used an iron sword to pick out the ashes burned from paper. At this time, with the wind carried by his iron sword, the ashes floated up melodiously.

The lakeside in the night was very dark, and there was a little redness in the gray, and it turned out that there were some sparks hidden inside.

The wind blew up, Mars lit up slightly, and it drifted up, forming a sword in the air.

The Mars sword slashed forward with a whooshing sound along the angle of the iron sword.

Damn! The space on the lakeside of the National Education College seemed to be cut open by this sword.

The old Taoist nun's pupils suddenly shrank, and she felt a strong danger.

Since she entered the sacred realm, she rarely felt this way, because few people on this continent can threaten her.

What's going on? Where did that virtual sword condensed from Mars come from? Why did it make you feel dangerous?

Countless thoughts pass by in the old Taoist sea of ​​consciousness at an unimaginable speed, like a stream of light, constantly calculating and deducing.

But the Martian sword came so fast that she came to her before she could deduce the results!

The old Taoist nun had no time to think, and a sharp whistle hanging beside her rose without wind, landed in her hand, and slapped the Martian sword!

That whisk, thousands of threads, and each thread is a sea of ​​tide!

The infinite blue blue ocean, but there is no business, only the meaning of nirvana!

She didn't know where the sudden appearance of the Martian sword came from, but she felt the strong danger, and taking action was her own sacred Taoist Dharma!

The whisk slapped at the Martian sword with countless tides with the meaning of silence.

Compared with the tide that lies across the world, the virtual sword composed of soft Mars seems so small and fragile, how can it be blocked? If the Mars sword is in front of Xuanyuan Po, if it is obscured by the tide, Xuanyuan Po's body and soul will inevitably be swallowed up!

However, when the seemingly small and fragile Mars sword encountered the tides caused by the whisk, it not only was not annihilated, but it instantly burned violently! The National Education Academy was illuminated extremely red in an instant, and the night forest, no matter how far and near, seemed to start burning!

The sword took advantage of the fire and waved, turning into a fire sword about seven feet long, emitting an extremely powerful aura towards the night sky.

The tide is like a mountain? Cut it! The silence is like a sea? Cut it!

Everything is cut off!

With a bang, the fire sword slashed through the tens of thousands of tides, brought up countless flying whisk threads, and slashed at the old Taoist nun!

The old Taoist nun suddenly appeared in shock, and with a very panic roar, she retreated violently.

The courtyard wall that had collapsed silently before suddenly collapsed completely as her figure retreated.

The night sky was filled with the sound of tearing apart the space, and the burning giant sword slashed away with the old Taoist nun's figure.

The countless silk tights that were cut off from the whisk were fluttering in the night.

The restaurant and house outside the wall of the National Education College collapsed in a blast, and the old Taoist nun retreated hundreds of feet until she arrived at the shore of the Luo River Canal.

The tides brought by her whisk were all wet, and the calm Luo River caused countless waves, and the white waves kept rising and falling!

The old Taoist looked at the fire sword that was chasing and showed an incredible emotion on his face, and screamed: "Three Styles of Liaotian!"

At this point, she finally recognized the origin of the sword!

The tiny virtual sword composed of Mars in the embers in the furnace burned in the storm and exuded unimaginable power.

Her whisk and her sense of silence are endless blue seas, filling the world, but they are not the opponent of this sword. Why?

Because a spark can start a prairie fire or a sky!

This sword is of course Su Li’s three-stage Liaotian style!

In the screams, Liaotian Sword had already arrived at the banks of Luoshui.

The Luoshui at night is no longer as calm as before. The snowflakes falling from the sky are instantly evaporated by this sword intent.

In the heavy smoke, a earth-shaking loud noise came again, and the old Taoist nun shrill and shocked shout.

The mist suddenly broke out, the smoke and dust gradually fell, and the embankment on the Luo River had collapsed for three miles.

The old Taoist nun held the whisk in her hand and stood in the shallow water under the dike. Her right sleeves were broken, revealing her fair skin as white as jade, her black hair was floating around, and she was covered in gravel. The whisk in her hand was only left with the handle and several silk threads. She looked extremely embarrassed, just like the person she was at this time.

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