Chapter 1,278: The Holy Emperor is in charge, and the light of ants is blooming?
"The anger is so bad!"
"You're really angry!"
Outside the Miracle Forest, people from Meisi clutched their folding fans tightly and walked forward quickly.
He frowned and stared into the distance, feeling the power of the Holy Emperor coming from afar. His words were scolding, but there was a deep worry in his tone:
"Who did Xu Xiaoshou learn this from? To speak so wildly and shamelessly is to spread the word and ruin his reputation?"
"He is just a child, he doesn't know right from wrong, who dares to teach him this?"
"Also, how can a young child be so reckless as to inherit such power from the Holy Emperor?"
"Did he really not want his life, or was someone forcing him to do it?"
The Meisi people squinted at the Eight Masters, becoming more and more angry as they talked. They stamped their feet on the tree stump, and with a "bang", sawdust suddenly flew away.
He folded his fan and pointed angrily at the void, "Don't let the old man catch him, otherwise, we will take care of him!"
The Eight Deities are familiar with the eyes and the nose, and the nose with the heart. They originally wanted to be silent.
But when he looked at the trampled wooden pile, he could only sigh and said helplessly: "No one taught him this. I only saw him a few times."
"Did I tell you something?" Mei Siren turned his head angrily, "Without anyone to teach you, is there really someone who knows it from birth?"
"Maybe?" Knowing that the tiger was angry and not stroking the tiger's beard, Ba Zunzun avoided meeting the old gentleman's anger head-on. He still respected his senior.
"It's better that he really knows it from birth, and doesn't let the old man know who led him to evil!" Mei Siren glared at Bazun Shu fiercely, and finally sighed and said:
"But it's true, which parent in the world would be so cruel?"
"Tiger poison does not eat its seeds. If you have the intention to take advantage of your descendants, it is not an exaggeration to kill them with five thunderbolts, let alone encourage them to grow, instilling strength into the body, rather than subtle influence, making them grow like spring breeze and rain?"
After a pause, Mei Siren grabbed the folding fan and looked at me again with eyes like swords: "Does this old man make sense?"
Ba Zunzun opened his mouth, but he did not agree with this, "There is a certain truth..."
"Only a little?" Mei Siren blew his beard and stared.
"Xu Xiaoshou is not an ordinary person. The infusion of the Holy Emperor's power will not undermine his talent, nor will it damage his Taoist foundation. It will allow him to become familiar with this power in advance..."
"Oh? You mean to let him have such lofty goals, and who are you trying to excuse by 'not harming the Taoist foundation'? Do you think he is in stable condition now?" Mei Siren pointed to the void.
Bazunzhen raised his eyes and saw that he could not see that far with his cloudy eyes, only a little bit of white fire in the distance.
"I can't see it, I'm just a three-level spirit refiner..."
Meisi was so choked that he became angry and swung his folding fan:
Rotten wood cannot be carved!
"In my opinion, he learned it from you!" Mei Siren shook the folding fan quickly and almost pulled out a few big characters on the fan and inserted them into the eyes of the Eight Masters.
"I don't recognize this. I didn't teach him this. If you say what Sang Qiye taught him, it's okay."
"Oh, if you don't teach, others won't learn?" Mei Siren sneered:
"Does the way of education require teaching by words and deeds face to face?"
"Who was the first to put up a big flag on the fork in the wind?"
"Later, young people still don't know what is right and what is wrong. If they follow the flag and walk away, won't they easily go astray?"
Hearing these words, Bazun frowned, "Mr. Siren, what are you talking about?"
"Who does he look like to you now?" Mei Siren folded his fan and pointed.
Embraced by the power of the Holy Emperor of the Void, wild sounds floated from afar.
What kind of "people like ants, making endless noise"...
What "how dare you mess with me, disrespectful invincible"...
Zoom in on everything!
The eight masters were all happy when they heard this. They couldn't help but recall the scene when they were young and frivolous, fighting with Wen Ting and traveling around the world with swords. Soon his smile froze.
"Mr. Siren, if you have anything to say, let's say it clearly. There is no need to be so roundabout."
"Okay! Then I will tell you clearly, I didn't learn this from you, but from whom?"
"I have never taught..." Ba Zun said and paused, realizing that his own path had been blocked - why teach the way to someone face to face?
"Hmph!" The old sword master snorted coldly and changed the topic, "If something happens to him, who will be responsible?"
"I……"
"Are you able to take responsibility?" Mei Siren was well prepared and interrupted with a loud voice, his eyes piercing the soul and piercing people's hearts:
"You want to cultivate another you?"
"Three-breath innate, three-year sword immortal, silent for more than thirty years, and still refining his spirit the day after tomorrow after his return?"
After listening to this, Bazun couldn't help but squint his eyes with a cold light.
These words are so sharp, they are like tearing open his scars and adding salt to the wounds!
But Gu Jianxiu's temperament is always straightforward, and Mei Si, who is as gentle as jade, has been going round and round for so long, giving him enough face.
Let's get straight to the point, which is what his eight masters ask for.
This time it couldn't be more direct, and it seems that the old sword master Ume Mito can't be blamed.
The eight acquaintances were silent.
The only "failure" in his life cannot be explained, and there is no need to explain it.
Seeing Xiaoba's silence on one side, Mei Siren's eyes flashed with unbearability, but he did not regret saying these words.
He no longer focused on the present, but saw the future of Xu Xiaoshou who was so sharp.
If even he doesn't dare to speak, who else in the world dares to speak out for Xu Xiaoshou in front of the Eight Masters?
"Don't worry, Mr. Siren, I will protect him as he grows up." Ba Zunzhen broke the silence. There was no guarantee, no oath, just a simple sentence.
Mei Siren looked at him deeply, looked away, and took a few steps forward on his own, leaving behind a silhouette of his back and a mouth as sharp as a sword but unforgiving, "Even Yutu can't protect you."
The eight statues were motionless, their clothes were bulging in the wind, and a few sword marks were torn apart.
The sword energy in his body seemed to be unable to be suppressed, and flowed out, cutting through the void.
The eight deities paused for a long time, then finally took a step forward and followed.
But the footprints left behind were entangled with sword energy and could not be eliminated for a long time.
"It doesn't matter."
"I am not Yutu, and Xiaoshou is not me either."
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"Who dares to call me by my first name!"
At the ruins of Zuiyi Palace, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly shouted loudly, and a sea of white flames billowed out, suppressing thousands of heated discussions.
His spiritual mind has been strengthened by the power of the Holy Emperor to an extremely sensitive level, and he can clearly hear the discussions of the major spiritual refiners under his feet.
Even on the scenery that cannot be observed by the spiritual mind, those criticisms directed at the three characters "Xu Xiaoshou" seem to be heard.
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 the status of a semi-saint, and has not yet reached the realm of a true semi-saint.
Therefore, it is impossible to trace back the pictures of those people scattered around Void Island talking about themselves.
It doesn't matter anymore.
The most important thing right now is to teach the "disrespectful and invincible" Rao Keai a lesson.
The fire in my body can no longer be suppressed and needs to be vented!
"There is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no way to hell but you choose to go there. How cute, you have to pay the price for your arrogance today!"
"Holy Emperor, don't insult him lightly!"
Xu Xiaoshou, who had ice lotus on his feet, white wings on his back, and a python in his hand, with the power of the Holy Emperor filling his body, threw away a pair of blackened arms, suddenly bullied himself forward, and grabbed Rao Yaoyao.
Although this little cutie from the Rao clan has a rich background, as long as you stay cautious, don't kill her.
Thinking about it, it shouldn't be possible for the Holy Emperor to strike back on Void Island.
"call out!"
The black light on the white sea of fire swept across the space, breaking through the space.
When he reappeared, the sleeveless and red-scorched hands had already grasped Rao Yaoyao's jade neck.
"A clown, a shameless and shameless person, making everyone laugh!"
Rao Yaoyao was so angry that her delicate body was trembling, but she was not as eloquent as Xu Xiaoshou, who could talk dirty words one after another.
Even her angry words were civilized, and she couldn't vent her anger even if she wanted to curse, so she could only draw her sword.
Love swordsmanship cultivates the Tao, cultivates the heart, and cultivates self-restraint.
There are not many sword styles that focus on actual combat, no more than Mo Jian Shu, Wan Jian Shu, etc.
Rao Yaoyao entered Taoism with this swordsmanship, and her use of the sword was as gentle and civilized as her temperament, and she never acted recklessly.
But this does not mean that she only practices love swordsmanship and not other swordsmanship.
When she is extremely angry, the battle will not only involve the swordsmanship of love, but also the nine major swordsmanships, the eighteen sword styles, and the three thousand swordsmanship, taking turns to fight.
"No sword style!"
When the sleeveless and red-scorched hands came to grab him, Rao Yaoyao did not dodge or dodge, and his body disappeared into nothingness.
At the same time, the wind swirled under her feet, and the sanctuary took shape.
In the surrounding land, the light and shadow of thousands of scenery deepened, burning in her body, her power, and the embers on her path illuminated the white flames, making them even more dazzling.
And when "being" reaches its extreme, "nothing" also reaches its extreme.
The figure of Rao Yaoyao holding the sword completely disappeared, as if he had never appeared in such a world.
The sleeveless, red-hot hand penetrated through her neck, but could not touch half an inch of skin.
"Disappearance spell?"
Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened, it was so similar!
Normally, he would have really lost his position as Rao Yaoyao.
But now, relying on the induction of the Holy Emperor's power, he was still able to lock Rao Yaoyao's energy.
right here!
Just above the world of mortals whose light and shadow have been deepened!
Rao Yaoyao's "nothing" appears in the world of "something" in another way.
"The sword of mortals, the image of all living beings..."
Holy sounds suddenly floated from all directions.
We fought in turns all the way to Void Island. Although we were repeatedly defeated, with Rao Yaoyao's talent, we gained a deep understanding.
The forms of sentient beings she now uses seem to have evolved and no longer summon invisible forms.
Instead, it is presented as a scene in the holy realm where the "being" has been deepened to the extreme, and with the help of its power, it helps to strengthen the sword.
"Everything is a sword!"
There was a buzzing sound, and swords were heard in all directions. Xu Xiaoshou stopped and looked, as if he was in danger of being surrounded on all sides.
"Wan Jian worships!"
Plants, trees, rocks, light and shadow, elements and objects...
Everything in the heaven and earth is not only tangible, but also the invisible things are condensed out of thin air and turned into sharp swords, which fall from the sky.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Xu Xiaoshou's body was ripped open one after another, as if he had entered an enemy's near-world force field, and his blood was splashed and burned away by the thorns.
"Is this the true fighting power of the Ancient Sword Saint?" Xu Xiaoshou was frightened for a moment.
He hasn't found his target yet.
Rao Yaoyao, who can use swordsmanship as if she were in the realm of transformation, shows that her ability is much stronger than before when facing one on one without any worries!
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
With the final shout, the invisible Ten Thousand Phases Sword of Heaven and Earth condensed in the sky and turned into a big sword hanging in the sky.
The breath of mortals lingers around the sword body, and the breath of all living beings in the world flows around the island of void.
"Right there!"
Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and looked around, and could see the sacred and solemn figure of Xuan Cang, the Yaoyao Sacrifice Sword, in the giant sword hanging in the sky.
"Buzz buzz..."
Without any pause, as soon as Rao Yaoyao's figure was exposed, the Xuantian Sword split into nine, then into hundreds, and then into infinity.
"Infinite numbers!"
It combines Wu Swordsmanship, Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, Love Swordsmanship, and then combines Nine Swordsmanship!
When infinity is unified and transformed into the Hanging Sky Sword.
Rao Yaoyao's sword was amplified to its final strength, and in terms of spirit, it had a power that surpassed that of a half-saint.
The Supreme Holy Tribulation roared down, and when it landed on the Hanging Sky Sword, the sword did not move, but the sharp edge divided it into pieces, turned into lightning, and disappeared into nothingness.
"Reach to the sky in one step!"
How dare Xu Xiaoshou let Rao Yaoyao continue to cast spells? He stepped forward and dodged onto the Hanging Sky Sword.
Rao Yaoyao is still in a semi-empty state.
If he, Xu Xiaoshou, had never practiced swordsmanship, he might not be able to find a chance to turn around.
But he studied under the Meisi people and has already mastered the nine major sword techniques, so why worry about not having a way to crack it?
"The third-rate red plum blossoms fall into the world of elites."
When Yin Hong falls, reality changes. Before Rao Yaoyao's sword strikes, the Xuantian Sword changes from reality to reality.
Her figure also moved from semi-hidden to the front of the stage.
The invisible thoughts floating in her spiritual world were even more amplified. Under Xu Xiaoshou's powerful spiritual thoughts at this moment, he could feel Rao Yaoyao's anger and murderous intention without even switching between reality and reality.
"Red Plum Third-rate, Qingshi Sword!"
Xu Xiaoshou's thought turned into a sword, and Yan Nang's movement led to it.
The same cyan giant sword floating in the air instantly penetrated the space and met Rao Yaoyao's Hanging Sky Sword.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Sword Saint Rao Yaoyao and "Holy Emperor" Xu Xiaoshou cast spells.
Two ancient giant swords collided in the sky.
"boom!"
Waves of air surged in the sky, breaking through the void thousands of miles away.
The supreme holy calamity eclipsed the color of the sky in an instant, and the heavenly secrets of the sky were drawn to the south.
While overcoming the tribulation, he did not forget to order Si Wuzhen to lower his light to protect the group of people watching the battle below.
The Holy Temple is a force of light, and it is impossible to let the holy war put these people to death and ignore it.
"Too fierce!"
"Even though Xu Xiaoshou has the power of the Holy Emperor, he has played with 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?"
Now that life is guaranteed, some people are shocked and speak out.
However, few people follow suit. Holy wars are already rare. Holy wars in ancient sword cultivation are even more rare and unheard of!
Everyone looked up and watched the ceremony without saying a word, just learning from the experience.
The moment the Xuantian Sword and the Qingshi Sword collided, Rao Yaoyao's delicate body was shaken violently, and he vomited blood and almost spurted out.
But Xu Xiaoshou was even more unbearable!
The white flames beneath his feet were instantly shattered, and the flame wings behind him shattered on the spot.
Qingshi Sword resisted the blow, but his body could not withstand the sword master's bombardment and the backlash when the Holy Emperor's power was activated.
——He is resisting the torture of the Holy Emperor all the time, and his condition is not at its peak at all.
"puff!"
A mouthful of white magma spurted out. Its essence was blood, but only fire remained when it spurted out.
While Xu Xiao controlled Qingshi's sword from collapsing, he immediately realized clearly with the help of his body's retreating force:
Sword to sword, I am no match for Rao Yao Yao!
But now that I am the Holy Emperor of Spirit Refining, and I have mastered the Heart of Ember, and the three-day freezing calamity and other heavenly fires, why do I have to use short strikes to make long blows, and use swords against swords?
"The art of swordsmanship, now in the world of mortals!"
When his thoughts were passing like this, Rao Yaoyao had already changed his tactics, his eyebrows narrowed and then raised.
Xu Xiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning from a distance in the sky, his mind was placed in the world of mortals, and he saw the roar of troops and horses, and the wave of swords.
In just a moment, when his spiritual awakening was triggered, he also came back to consciousness with the powerful guarantee of the Holy Emperor's power.
But it only took such a moment!
Qingshi's sword was suddenly broken, Rao Yaoyao faced him with all his strength, Xuan Cang ordered the Xuantian Sword, as if he was going to split him into two.
"Xu Xiaoshou, pay the price for your shameless words!" Rao Yaoyao's eyes were extremely cold and he shouted out.
Force me?
"Emperor's Pattern Seed Technique!"
Xu Xiaoshou sighed softly and entered the state of the Immovable Ming King as if he were autistic.
But around him, one after another Ember Source Seeds jumped out in an instant, which were compressed and condensed by the power of the Holy Emperor.
Not seeking stability, but seeking explosion!
The fire was so dense that it enveloped Xu Xiaoshou's entire body, making it airtight.
——Explosion is the best defense!
Rao Yaoyao slashed down with his sword, forcibly restraining his attack at the critical moment, and almost hit the source seeds.
"what?"
She was so frightened that she jumped through time and space with her sword and passed through Xu Xiaoshou, not daring to hurt him at all.
But after only this moment of delay, His Majesty Fudo Ming, Xu Xiaoshou recovered.
"The sword technique of the heart, everything is demonic before your eyes!"
There was a bang, the same move, Rao Yaoyao was also hit, and a surging demonic energy burst out of his body.
But this was not the first time she had been hit by this technique, and she came back to consciousness quickly.
However, a moment later, when I looked up, I saw that the scene had changed.
Xu Xiaoshou's right hand Yan python was pulling tens of thousands of Holy Emperor's Origin Seeds, and as if they were about to destroy the world, he directed them with a sword and chopped them down.
This wasn't the end yet. He reached out with his sleeveless and red-scorched left hand, using his real hand to grasp the weak one. He took advantage of Rao Yaoyao's loss of control and grabbed her by the neck.
"Zizzi..."
Burning pain hit, Rao Yaoyao even smelled the smell of burnt meat, but it was too late for her to worry about this.
Because the sword Yan python carries thousands of source seeds, and it is like the god of death swinging his sickle, slashing at the head.
"The Holy Emperor is in charge, and the light of an ant is blooming like a pearl?"