Volume 6 Suddenly Chapter 50 Between the sky and the earth, is Tang Xiaotang
Chen Pipi knelt down next to Ye Su, looking at the white smoke, looking slightly confused and a little hurt.
For him, the news of Ye Hongyu's death also meant a lot of things. His childhood memories and his life in the temple came to an abrupt end, and he no longer had a companion to share with. At the same time, it also meant the tragedy of father and son turning against each other.
"It's not the end."
He was silent for a moment, and then said: "As long as you live, everything is possible, so why leave?"
While he was talking, the powerful men from the Xiling Temple had already arrived in front of the stage. No matter how pious the Protestant believers were, they could not slow down the pace of these people. They would just shed blood in vain.
Chen Pipi stood behind Ye Su and started to pack his bags. He was now a useless person with no way to participate in the battle, but he seemed very calm and confident.
This situation has happened many times since leaving Linkang City, and they were able to break through the blockade of the Xiling Temple every time. He believed that today would be no exception, even if the white smoke had already risen.
Because he believed she could protect her senior brother from leaving.
The position where Tang Xiaotang stood was in front of him and Ye Su.
The disciples of Jiange were fighting with those powerful men from the Taoist sect, and blood was spilled from time to time amid the sword light.
She just stood in front of Ye Su and Chen Pipi, without going anywhere else. She held an iron rod in her hand. When someone came, she would hit them with one stick. With a thunderous impact, the enemy spurted blood and flew away.
She is not a man.
But when she was in charge, no one could pass.
Looking at this Demon Sect woman who was wearing a thin cotton coat and who was still combing her twin ponytails like a girl despite her age, Xiaoyu's eyes showed strong hostility. What's more, she was shocked and puzzled.
She understands Tang Xiaotang's hostility very well, but she just doesn't understand. She has been displaced for thousands of miles, and the Protestant people are struggling to survive under the pursuit of the Taoist sect. The only strong person they really rely on is Tang Xiaotang. How did she survive until now? She was once subjected to
Where are those injuries? How much power is there in that small body?
Tang Xiaotang was indeed very tired.
In the days after leaving Linkang City, she led everyone to break through the four lines of defense of the Xiling Temple. She encountered twenty-one battles. She killed 371 powerful temple men and suffered fourteen attacks.
Secondary injury - no matter whether the battle situation is dangerous or ordinary, she is the leader. No matter whether the injury is light or serious, she is bleeding.
She persevered and did not fall down. She took Ye Su and Chen Pipi, the two brothers who were exhausted from the snowy mountains and the sea, and traveled thousands of miles across the vast mountains to the capital of the Song Dynasty.
She was extremely exhausted, she was shaky, but she still held the iron rod to beat people. Standing in the audience, singing this beautiful beating scene, no one could take a step beyond it.
The swords were broken, the flying horses were in chaos, and several Song cavalry who took advantage of the chaos to attack the high platform from the side were swept to the ground by Tang Xiaotang. With a heavy impact, both the men and the horses fell down.
Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly brightened, his blue Taoist robe fluttered slightly in the morning light, and the Taoist sword in his hand turned into a straight line, piercing the morning wind and cold, and instantly arrived in front of Tang Xiaotang.
The practitioners' swords are all flying swords, but her sword never leaves her hand. Her wrist and elbow are also part of that line.
From Ke Haoran to Liu Bai, the history of swordsmanship has changed. A true swordsman will never let his sword leave his hand easily, especially when facing a truly powerful enemy.
The sword's edge was cold, reflecting the remaining snow on the ground in the square, and pierced Tang Xiaotang's eyes.
Tang Xiaotang did not close his eyes or blink, staring at the Dao sword that seemed to smell of salty sea breeze, feeling the hidden meaning of sea rain and sky wind, and silently swung the stick out.
Facing Xiao Yu who was in the fate-knowing state, she didn't hold back. Her petite body turned into a hot stone. Ming Zong's Kung Fu squeezed out every ounce of power in her body and poured it all into the iron rod.
The iron rod in her hand was originally a knife, a sacred object of the Demon Sect - a giant bloody knife. During the battle in Chang'an that year, Yu Lian used this knife to cut off the viewer's rainbow, and the bloody knife was burned and melted into iron.
stick.
She joined the academy, became a disciple of Yu Lian, and became the third-generation senior sister of the academy. Since then, she has always held this iron rod in her hand - it looks like an iron rod, but in essence it is still a knife, with a deep meaning.
Hidden there, once in the back mountain
He dug the heavenly steps into the wall and smashed the chessboard with a loud bang. During the Guangming Festival, he killed the Xiling Temple cavalry in a chaotic mess on Taoshan. The heroes looked sideways and did not dare to move. He also killed in the back alley
Cabbage cubes were cut in the shabby house.
At this time, the iron rod was swung out with all its strength again. Even though Xiaoyu's Taoist sword brought Haiyu Tianfeng, it was suddenly broken. Thousands of raindrops disappeared, and the flexible Tianfeng was cut into countless pieces.
The Taoist sword was slightly deflected, stabbing Tang Xiaotang's left shoulder, and then raised it sharply.
The expression on Tang Xiaotang's still childish and beautiful face remained unchanged, and the iron rod continued to move forward.
Xiao Yu snorted, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he quickly swept back. The Dao sword in his hand was bent and deformed, his pale face was covered with abnormal blush, and blood accumulated in his throat.
Just the moment they met, she was defeated and injured.
The sword was broken but not broken. The terrifying force flowed up the sword and landed on Xiao Yu's body. She was immediately knocked away, passing over the crowd below, and fell towards the back.
Tang Xiaotang didn't stop. He stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot, crushing seventeen bricks around her. His body suddenly jumped into the air and chased her away like a flying stone. The iron rod in his hand hit her chest directly.
Seeing this scene, many priests and deacons were so shocked, with fear on their faces, that they rushed towards the place where Xiaoyu landed. For a moment, several waves rose up in the crowded sea of people in the square.
Xiaoyu is the biological daughter of **Hai, and the most trusted subordinate of the viewer. She has a special status. How could anyone dare to let her suffer any harm? Countless swords flew up in the air, trying to stop Tang Xiaotang.
Tang Xiaotang's expression remained unchanged, and he looked attentively at the Taoist woman flying past in front of him, letting those flying swords slash at him, as if he just wanted to kill the woman with a stick, and smashed her away with all his heart.
Chi chi chi chi, countless sharp sounds resounded in the air, and in just an instant, at least seven flying swords landed on her body, cutting open the ordinary clothes.
But no blood fell.
As a saint of the Demon Sect, her body has been tempered by the vitality of heaven and earth and is as strong as steel.
No matter how sharp those Dao swords were, they could only cut through her skin, leaving some very thin and light wounds. The sword intent penetrated her body and caused blood to ooze from the corners of her lips, but it could not stop her castration.
The iron rod was raised like a blazing force.
When the iron rod falls, it will crush the little fisherman to death.
Xiao Yu fell to the ground, her face pale and bloodless. The blush that had surged out earlier had long since been driven away by the current danger. But there was not much fear in her eyes.
Tang Xiaotang looked calm, as if he had guessed that something else was about to happen.
Sure enough, something strange happened.
A black peach blossom suddenly bloomed in the air of the square.
That spade has no substance. It is purely condensed from the vitality of heaven and earth. It is extremely beautiful, but not charming, it just kills. The black petals exude the smell of annihilating everything, making it appear extremely powerful.
Black peach blossoms appeared, attracting everyone's attention.
Tang Xiaotang's eyes all fell on it, because it bloomed right in front of her eyes.
She was not surprised, and suddenly hit it with a stick.
From yesterday to this morning, the Taoist sect showed a very decisive attitude. As the white smoke rose, the war officially began. Peace cannot return to the world, and the Taoist sect is determined to win.
The Nanhai girl who knows her destiny, plus those Taoist warriors, and the Song Dynasty cavalry, the formation seems to be powerful, but how can it be worthy of the four words "determined to win"?
Tang Xiaotang knew that there must be a real strong person peeping in the Xiling Temple, and she even guessed who that person was. However, a day and a night had passed, and that person never appeared, which made her feel more and more uneasy.
The gesture of vowing to kill Xiao Yu was to force that person out.
All the focus is actually not on Xiaoyu at all.
What she was waiting for was the moment when the black peach blossom bloomed.
There was a loud bang.
The dark iron rod hit the black peach blossom accurately and violently.
The invisible black peach blossoms dispersed in response to the sound, instantly turning into the ownerless vitality of heaven and earth, flowing around the square and disappearing like clouds and steam.
Tang Xiaotang's face turned slightly pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The moment the iron rod hit the black peach blossom, she knew she was wrong, so she lost.
That person is not hiding, preparing for the final blow, that person is now very powerful, so powerful that he does not need to wait for the opportunity, he just waits quietly, and then goes out to defeat everyone.
Tang Xiaotang fell to the ground, crushed the green bricks, and looked at a certain courtyard wall with his right arm shaking slightly.
Her chest rose and fell slightly, and her two black ponytails swayed slightly behind her.
Her face was very pale and she was obviously seriously injured.
More than ten priests and deacons attacked Tang Xiaotang.
Xiao Yu swiftly moved forward. The bent Dao sword suddenly straightened again and stabbed her in the eye again.
No one can recover from such serious injuries in such a short period of time.
This is the best chance to kill Tang Xiaotang.
At this most dangerous moment, Tang Xiaotang took a deep breath.
The cold wind in the square was sucked into her belly.
The air burned rapidly in her lungs.
His somewhat dim eyes suddenly became bright again.
Those injuries seemed to be healed instantly.
The iron rod rose through the wind and hit the sword in the little fisherman's hand.
With a crisp sound, the Dao sword finally shattered, but the iron rod remained silent and solid as before.
Xiaoyu groaned and stepped back, with an incredible look in his eyes.
She couldn't figure out what kind of material this Demon Sect woman's body was made of, and why she could recover to normal in such a short period of time after suffering such serious injuries!
Tang Xiaotang swung his stick and smashed to death a deacon in black who was attacking from the side and behind.
She walked towards the courtyard wall, but she encountered broken bones and muscles, and no one could stop her.
Wherever she goes, no one can stop her.
Along the way, I don’t know how many people were killed by the iron rods.
Blood falls from the sky and moistens the earth.
She was walking forward alone between the sky and the earth, her figure was very lonely, surrounded by enemies. She had no helpers, she only had herself, but that was enough.
She seemed not to be injured at all. The black peach blossom, no matter how terrifying it was, could not leave any harm to her. It seemed that no one in the world could hurt her at all.
Seeing this scene, the Taoist masters and the Song cavalry were shocked and silent.
At this moment, several shrill howls sounded in the distance.
With a pop, a crossbow arrow shot into Tang Xiaotang's left chest.
The crossbow arrow failed to penetrate the body, and the sharp arrow clusters pierced the skin, and a small amount of blood seeped out, staining the clothes red.
But this at least means something, or is a kind of comfort.
The already desperate priests and deacons cheered up, thinking that there was indeed no one who could not be injured. This fact made them wake up and became extremely excited.
"She can't survive!"
"Her magic power has failed!"
"Kill her!"
In the early morning square, the shouts of priests, deacons and Song cavalry were everywhere. People seemed to be going crazy. Tang Xiaotang turned a deaf ear. He held the iron rod and continued walking towards the courtyard wall.
I don't know how many people fell in front of her, but she finally walked to the courtyard wall.
Quietly, the courtyard wall collapsed. The bricks and stones fell to the ground quietly, like dead leaves falling on the snow. No sound was made, and the silence was heart-stopping, just like that figure.
Long Qing stood at the gap in the courtyard wall and looked at her quietly.
A shrill sound came from the distance, and the ground began to shake slightly. All the city gates were opened at the same time, and thousands of Xiling Temple cavalrymen hidden in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city rode in.
Tang Xiaotang heard it and knew it, but she just looked at the gap in the collapsed courtyard wall, the man standing there, and the scar on his face with unusual concentration.
She knew that as long as she killed this person, it would be meaningless no matter how many cavalry guards from the Xiling Temple arrived. If they couldn't kill him, then it would be her turn and the people she cared about to die.
Quiet, the square suddenly became very quiet.
Everyone is looking here, including Chen Pipi and even Ye Su.
Then he saw the pile of dry firewood behind the courtyard wall. The pile of dry firewood had reached more than one person's height. They were densely packed and neatly packed. The cross on top seemed to have been made by a skilled carpenter.
Chen Pipi's face turned a little pale, and Ye Su just remained silent, as if seeing fate.
Long Qing walked out of the gap in the courtyard wall, looked at Tang Xiaotang and said, "You are stronger than I thought."
Tang Xiaotang looked at him and said, "You are stronger than everyone imagined."
Suddenly, a bright sword light flashed.
A disciple of Jiange recognized Long Qing, thinking that the destruction of Jiange was the work of this man, and thinking that Liu Yiqing was forced to death by this man and the Taoist strongmen, his blood surged, and he stabbed out with a sword quietly.
This sword is very decisive and carries the belief that it will lead to death, so it is very powerful.
Long Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he brushed his right hand across his chest, like those jugglers in the Xiangfang of Chang'an City. There was a black peach blossom in his hand, which was about to greet the sword light.
This spade is not condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth. It has a real shape and seems to be made of cheap silk.
The sword pierced the black peach blossom, and the petals of the peach blossom fell off. However, the sword quickly withered like a weathered stamen. The sword was covered with rust, as if it had been stored for thousands of years.
The sword was rusty and broken, and the aura of the sword pavilion disciple suddenly declined. There were many spots on his angry face, as if he had aged many years, and he fell to the ground and died.
Looking at this scene, Tang Xiaotang's eyes narrowed, as cold as willow leaves.
She discovered that Long Qing was no longer what he was before. The evil gray eye technique had become so perfect that he could steal the souls of other practitioners without even looking at him. It was so powerful that it was terrifying.
The pinnacle of knowing one's destiny is nothing, it doesn't mean much to the current Long Qing.
Tang Xiaotang's expression was solemn, but she was still not afraid, because she happened to be a strong person who could ignore the differences in cultivation realms. As long as she did not exceed the fifth realm, she could try to defeat the opponent.
Long Qing said expressionlessly: "Please."
Tang Xiaotang inhaled, her chest rising high. She had previously breathed in half of the cold wind in the square, and now she sucked all the remaining cold wind into her body, even seeming to suck down the snow clouds from high in the sky.
The air burned in her body, turning into endless power.
She bent her knees slightly.
Back then, on the mountain behind the academy, she was forced by Yu Lian to keep jumping into waterfalls. She had to bend her knees before jumping.
She jumped up.
Only this time, instead of jumping under the waterfall, I jumped into the sky.
With a bang, countless green bricks cracked, and the middle ones were shattered into powder.
There was so much dust in front of the courtyard wall that many people were blinded.
Tang Xiaotang disappeared.
No one knows where she went.
Long Qing didn't close his eyes. After the dust fell to the ground, he looked up at the sky.
He knew she had gone to the sky.
He knew that she would not run away, so no matter how high she jumped, she would always fall back to the ground.
So, he stood there and waited calmly.
He looked at the sky, cocked his head, and waited.
Everyone in the venue followed his gaze to the sky.
The morning light shines from the sea in the east, the snow clouds are so white, and the occasionally exposed sky is so blue. Other than that, nothing can be seen, not a human figure.
After a while, a small black dot finally appeared in the sky.
It was a human figure.
Suddenly there was a sharp whistling sound in the sky. The sound spread to the ground, shattering the glazed tiles in the Song Dynasty King's Palace, muting the ancient bell in the Taoist Palace, and startling countless sleeping birds in the forest.
Many people heard the roar and squatted down in pain, covering their ears.
That whistling sound was the sound of friction, the sound of things rubbing against the air at high speed. That thing must be extremely hard, otherwise it would have shattered and disappeared at such a terrifying speed.
It's hard to imagine that it's a human body.
The black spot expanded rapidly, it was a figure.
The figure of Tang Xiaotang.
Just like her brother once did.
Just like her teacher once did.
She jumped down from the sky.
She raised the iron rod and hit Long Qing's head with unimaginable force.
That power comes from the distance between the sky and the earth.
No one can ignore this distance, and no one should be able to ignore this power.
When the sharp whistle reached its maximum, Tang Xiaotang returned to the ground.
Like a meteorite, she hit Long Qing in front of the gap in the courtyard wall.
Her leather boots had begun to burn, bringing with them sparks and dragging out more than a dozen thin lines of fire in the air.
The next moment, the sky and the earth meet.
The ground twisted and deformed, and the green bricks cracked like spider webs, turning into countless small but powerful gravels under Long Qing's feet, shooting out in all directions with a shrill tearing sound.
An unknown winter tree next to the courtyard wall was instantly shot into sawdust, fluttering in the wind.
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(It feels really good to work hard these two days. Work is actually a good medicine. I wish I understood this truth earlier. But not too late. Someone on Weibo said that you will naturally have manuscripts saved by the end of the month.
I couldn't help laughing. Is this a new reader? You haven't read my books before? I wonder if I haven't asked for a monthly pass this year? I don't know anything, right? Are you kidding me?
Here I recommend a novel written by a book friend Jiang Ye. The title of the book is: Rebirth: My name is Yang Jiulang. The introduction is as follows: Yang Jiu, a modern gangster, pretended to be loyal during a gang fight, but unfortunately he was killed by mistake. The leader
With unwilling resentment, he traveled to the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, and was adopted by Yang Jiye as his second adopted son. His name was Jiu, his courtesy name was Yande, and he was commonly known as Yang Jiulang. From then on, Yang Jiu began a gangster experience.) (To be continued...