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Chapter 45: The Tao of Xu Zang

The starry-covered man who left the Sacred Mountain of Jianhu Palace rushed up and flew towards Xiaowuliang Mountain.

The entire Dayan Sword Formation gradually accelerated.

This industry has not taken action, but the purpose has been achieved. The Starryman of the Fu Hai frowned. The new palace master of Jianhu Palace looks gentle and Confucian, but in fact he is a person who is not easy to mess with. His cultivation is elusive. The higher his cultivation is, the harder he is to bow down. He has to fight for everything. If he encounters a strong person, he will easily be in trouble.

Everyone understands this principle, but it is very difficult to cut flesh and feed eagles.

Liu Shi was willing to kill the two life stars of Jianhu Palace and apologize to Xu Zang. Is it just because of Qianshou’s kindness to him back then?

The Starryman turned around and recalled Liu Shi's expression and the meanings in his words.

After leaving the Jianhu Palace, a slight sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind him.

The starry sky suddenly turned around, and a black sword light burst through, rubbing his cheeks, shooting a wisp of hanging and shooting into ashes. The black light sounded extremely small, but it was extremely lethal. It hit the Dayan Sword Formation in an instant.

The red sea beside the Starry King, with hundreds of sword weapons rising and falling. Each of them has been tempered by the blood in his heart and is closely related to his soul sea. He flew around him and his group. The "Dayan Sword Formation" is an extremely powerful sword formation. The killing power it exerted is at the top of Xiaowuliang Mountain, but it is not convenient to carry.

Such a heavy sword formation trembled after the slight sound of breaking through the air.

Then there was a "puff" sound that was chiseled through-

Fu Haixingjun was stunned. He didn't react at the first time. The Dayan Sword Formation, which had contact with his natal starlight, was directly drilled through the dark stream of light, and the sword weapon blocked the black light was destroyed and shattered.

The face of the Starryman suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood was almost spurted out. After pressing it down, he suddenly stopped. The first person who came out of his mind was Qianshou from Shushan.

He turned around, his eyes circled, and finally landed on the ground, among the bushes, slowly retracting the man in the black robe who threw his sword in his posture.

The black light lingered in circles, roaring in the night wind, turning the direction, and drilling through the Red Sea again. With three or four corpses of the little Wuliang Mountain disciples, they fell down and fell, and were extremely quiet and inserted back to the three feet of the earth in front of Xu Zang.

It was a pitch-black scabbard.

Snow scabbard.

Fu Haixingjun looked at the hidden aura in shock. The two people chasing him all the way, and his angry voice teared through the night: "Xu Zang!"

Why is this sword cultivator who has only the fourth level of cultivation so arrogant?!

He could barely believe that the Xixue, who had a very high rank, could pierce the Dayan Sword Formation when he was unexpectedly aware of it.

Why does a simple and unpretentious ancient sword scabbard have such terrifying lethality?

On the ground.

A dull and harsh sound of a corpse falling to the ground sounded. Xu Zang inserted the umbrella sword on the ground, raised one foot and stepped on the thin snow sword sheath. He suddenly took off and flew out, his palm closed, and the black sword sheath rose up again and followed.

Ning Yijin followed the teachings, Xu Zang was silent all the way, his face became paler, and the starry aura in his body continued to fall, and he only said four words to himself.

"Optimistic. Remember."

Ning Yi looked at the figure of the black robe that was flying up in the air. Under the moon, he clutched the black scabbard with his hands. The slender and ancient scabbard was swung high by him, like a stick that pulled the world open!

Facing the Dayan Sword Formation, Xu Zang smashed it with his sheath!

"Slay the sword--"

In Ning Yi's mind, in the heavy rainy alley in Anle City, Xu Zang threw fire to break the black cloth scabbard of raindrops.

It overlaps with the picture in front of you.

The back mountain of Shushan, the secret of smashing the sword......

The world, every grass and a tree...

Everything is just a sword.

With a sword, Ning Yi's ears were like a sledgehammer, and his mind was whistling and blank.

A huge bombardment fell from the sky, and with the sword falling down as the center, pulling apart the trees, earth and stones in a circle, Ning Yi grabbed the umbrella sword inserted on the ground, and almost flew backwards. With the sword body inserted one foot into the ground as the axis, the whole person desperately resisted the majestic lifting force, his sleeves torn apart, his hair flew, countless gravels hit his cheeks, and his feet stepped on the ground and kicked out two long gullies.

After this sword, the entire night became silent and terrifying.

The Dayan Sword Formation was smashed by a sheath, and the disciples of Xiao Wuliang Mountain were torn apart in the hustle and bustle of sword energy. Some had no time to resist, and their entire body was crushed and shattered by all the invincible sword energy. Some were lucky, leaving a pretty complete corpse...

The red sea was completely broken, and it was smashed like mustard seeds by Xu Zang's sheath, and it fluttered one after another, and the red star chips shook open-

Ning Yi raised his head and saw that under a sheath in the sky, the Starry Sky, the two big sleeves were torn into powder by the sword energy, and they still had a breath, but the hands blocking in front of him were twisted and deformed, and the whole person seemed to have lost consciousness.

Xu Zang's face was expressionless, and a sheath pressed against Haixingjun's hands, gently shaking his wrists.

The figure was smashed out with a "pop" sound and hit the ground with a bang.

In the pit, the hair was like a withered starfish, with deep eyes, and a reflection of the sheath hitting the pupils... His face was pale, his lips were trembling and stammering.

He just faced the ultimate fear in the world.

The hands he blocked in front of him, the skin that was in contact with the scabbard turned into a dark ink like night. The dead breath continued to penetrate, passing through the surface of the skin, corroding the starlight, reaching the bones, and then invading the internal organs.

Ning Yi's face also turned pale, and he felt a strong sense of nirvana... It was not on this little Wuliang Mountain's starry sky, but on Xu Zang who was smashed down with a sheath.

The man who fell behind him seemed to have a thin layer of snow on his face, which was so white that it made people feel invisible, which contrasted with the dark robe that was strong at night.

Xu Zang's cultivation level has fallen to the third level...

Xu Zang looked at Ning Yi and asked seriously: "Did you see clearly?"

Ning Yi nodded.

Xu Zang asked again: "Did you remember?"

Ning Yi nodded again.

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Okay."

He patted Ning Yi's head and said a word weakly.

"Walk."

Instead of looking at the Starfish lying in the pit, he walked straight forward. In the distance, the direction of Xiao Wuliang Mountain was in the direction of the black-robed man carrying a sword sheath and walked forward alone. The mist blocking in front of him was torn apart by the sword energy and pulled apart to both sides.

A sense of unspeakable sadness suddenly surged in Ning Yi's heart.

He looked at Xu Zang walking in front of him, and the figure's path became slow and weak. As the starlight gradually burned, Xu Zang's cultivation continued to decline... He really only had the third level, and was able to kill the Starry Star Lord because he did not rely on the Starlight at all.

He relies on the sword energy that has been entangled with the starlight since his practice.

Ning Yi suddenly understood what the sword Taoist in Xu Zang meant...

Xu Zang has been falling and disbanding Xinghui for the past ten years. If he doesn't do this, he will be like Zhouyou and will be a famous Xingjun practitioner.

A practitioner lives to death. He wants to give up everything and directly cross all the thresholds to reach the "Nirvana" state above the Star Lord.

Living a new life.

But he dissipated the starlight, but did not dissipate the sword energy. The sword energy inherited by Lord Pei Min went deep into his bones. Xu Zang's cultivation became lower and lower, and the sword energy became stronger and stronger... He wanted to give up everything.

kill.

Killing is the best way, and killing is the best way to eliminate sword energy.

Compared to the word "genius", he is more like a complete madman.

He picked up the worldly iron sword and broke the rules of practice. He did not respect or adopt the practice and principles in this world.

Is it to avenge Lord Pei Min’s hatred back then?

Ning Yi looked at the black robe holding the sheath. He knew nothing about that year.

Regarding now, he only knows that Xu Zang is about to die.

After killing someone, the sword energy and starlight are gone, and they are no different from the dead.

He hid the front for ten years and was unsheathed for one day.

......

......

The life sign of the Law Enforcement Hall exploded. The last time the death of Zheng Qi, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, caused a sensation.

And this time... the life cards of the forty-nine disciples of the Dayan Sword Formation were cut and broken almost at the same time. After a short dozen breaths, the life cards that symbolized the supreme status of the Law Enforcement Hall opened with a crack.

Then, from the inside of the card, it slowly, unstoppable, shattered.

The Starry Sky Lord...fall.

The law enforcement hall was silent.

This dead silence soon spread to the entire holy mountain, and the news spread. Ironically, the greatest hatred that Xiao Wuliang Mountain has formed in the past century does not even need them to form a formation to find revenge for enemies... Because the culprit has already stood at the foot of the mountain gate.

The life star practitioner of Xiao Wuliang Mountain woke up from his state of cultivation, and the sword formations were revived one after another. The evil aura of the sky tore the fog on the top of the mountain, the strong wind burst out, and the clouds on the top of the mountain were shaken open.

The owner of Xiao Wuliang Mountain walked out of the Law Enforcement Hall. He held the life sign of the Starfish King in both hands, and could not see any joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. He stood on the top of the mountain and raised it down.

This is a sect that outsiders cannot understand.

The sect is different from the royal family, but the practitioners of Xiao Wuliang Mountain...every life is seen as very precious. Looking at the world, there is almost no holy mountain except the royal family that can achieve such unity as Xiao Wuliang Mountain.

The main owner of Xiao Wuliang Mountain stood on the top of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, and his gray robe was swaying.

He participated in the Tiandu bloody case ten years ago, and now he is standing at the highest point, staring at Pei Min's disciples, and has been for revenge for a whole decade.

A sudden light lit up, followed by the next one, "bang" and "bang", and it was like a drum and passing flowers, spreading to the bottom of the mountain gate.

Ning Yi held Xixue in his arms and followed Xu Zang, stumbled all the way, and suddenly stopped.

The man in black robe in front of him raised his head.

Standing at the foot of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, the sudden light was dazzling.

Xu Zang looked at the entire Little Wuliang Mountain calmly, not feeling that these lights were dazzling.

Countless formations lit up and shone brightly in the darkness.

But Xu Zang is the only light between the world.

He stretched out a hand, Ning Yi handed Xixue over, Xu Zang held the hilt of the sword, and slowly spun out the sword edge.

There are still only four words.

"Optimistic."
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