Acting for the gods

Chapter 458

Wang Jinglue has always claimed that he is invincible under his fate, and he is quite proud of himself, but his invincibility is only under his fate, and when he meets his fate, he will only be slaughtered.

"No, I don't believe it."

Wang Jing let out a low growl, exerted the strongest thought force in his life, and pressed towards Chao Xiaoshu.

The invisible thought force descended from the sky, like an invisible hill falling from mid-air.

Chao Xiaoshu suddenly felt his body sink suddenly, and the rainwater accumulated on the bluestone slab on the ground began to tremble violently, and was pushed out by invisible thoughts, forming a waterless zone with a diameter of one meter.

All the raindrops falling from the night sky above their heads seemed to have turned into extremely sharp knives!

Chao Xiaoshu's feet cracked the bluestone floor, and his whole body seemed to sink into the ground, but he held the long sword with both hands, but he didn't bend his spine a little.

Countless fine raindrops fell on him, made a few crackling sounds, and then disappeared in an instant.

The power of mind masters is that they can use the power of mind to mobilize the purest vitality between heaven and earth to fight.

All tangible things in the world, or some intangible things, can become the weapons of the teacher.

"sucker Punch."

Chao Xiaoshu said indifferently, and the whole person jumped up under the pressure, each person and one sword flew towards Wang Jinglue like shooting stars.

At this time, Chao Xiaoshu was different in appearance, his figure seemed to be integrated with the green steel sword in his hand, without distinction.

"not good!"

At this moment, the expression of the rune master Yan Se, who was watching the battle in secret, changed.

"The man and sword in the realm of knowing fate are united, this kid Wang Jinglue can't catch it!"

Yan Se was originally ordered by the King of Tang to secretly escort Chao Xiaoshu.

I didn't expect Chao Xiaoshu to be so brave, he didn't need to intervene at all.

At this moment, he became worried about Wang Jinglue.

Although Wang Jinglue was on the wrong team, he was still the best among the younger generation of practitioners in the Tang Kingdom. It could be said that he was a genius of cultivation with strange bones and extraordinary talent.

Not surprisingly, it will only be a matter of time before Wang Jinglue becomes Zhiming in the future.

It is not impossible to break through Zhiming and become a great practitioner above the five realms.

There are too few geniuses in the younger generation of Tang Dynasty, Yan Se cherishes talents and plans to save them.

Just as Yan Se made his move, Chao Xiaoshu's sword shattered the last thought power barrier in front of Wang Jinglue.

Wang Jinglue only felt a terrifying killing intent rushing towards him like a tide, making him tremble all over. He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and his body flew backwards.

This force is too powerful, even if his thought power pours out, it will be difficult to resist.

Seeing that Wang Jinglue was about to die under Chao Xiaoshu's sword, a cyan light suddenly appeared on his body. The cyan light was like a canopy covering the sky within a square inch, and mysterious runes, triple runes, densely packed and countless Talisman breath.

Sidaoxiang in the night, looking at the rainwater dancing on the ground in the alley to Xiaoshu, looking at the vague "well" character composed of Sidaoxiang and rainwater.

"Tic Tac Toe?"

Chao Xiaoshu knew in his heart that it was Yan Se who made the move, but he didn't stop. He wanted to try to see if he could defeat the magician's tricks.

"Sword 23!"

Chao Xiaoshu paused, and the killing sword bloomed.

With one sword strike, the blood froze and the sky darkened, and the momentum was unstoppable. In front of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, everything froze!

Wang Jinglue's eyes grew bigger, and a strange image suddenly appeared in front of him, and he felt as if he was in a dark space in an instant.

Chao Xiaoshu's figure became full of brilliance, his whole body glowed with golden light, which made people feel dazzling.

Wang Jinglue didn't dare to look directly.

At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's figure seemed to be completely integrated into the entire space, and the terrifying murderous aura that made people feel was spreading everywhere.

Wang Jinglue stood there in a daze, losing his autonomy, as if unable to move.

The dazzling sword energy instantly tore through the formless, formless and unfettered talisman, and headed towards Wang Jinglue's door.

"Leave someone under the sword!"

Yan Se's formation was broken, and she hurriedly opened her mouth in shock.

It's a pity that it was still a step too late, Wang Jinglue's body was instantly dismembered by countless sword qi, leaving only stumps and broken arms.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to have grown to this level, but you shouldn't have killed him!"

Under the rain, Yan Se walked slowly in tattered clothes, looking at the stumped limbs on the ground, feeling quite sorry.

"The murderer, people will always kill him, he wants to kill me, why can't I kill him?"

Chao Xiaoshu put his sword back into its sheath. He respected the guardian of the capital in front of him, the rune master Yan Se, but he had his own principles for doing things.

"It's not easy for the Tang Dynasty to produce talents. Wang Jinglue... Forget it, everyone is begging for death. Let's not talk about it, but your sword just now can become a domain of its own, and there is no distance."

Yan Se is not a mother-in-law, he wanted to save Wang Jinglue, he just cherished his talents, now that he is cold, it is impossible for him to fight Chao Xiaoshu for a dead person.

If he used the Shocking Formation, Yan Se could suppress and kill Chao Xiaoshu, but Chao Xiaoshu was also a talent of the Tang Kingdom, so doing so was not in the interests of the Tang Kingdom, so he had to give up!
"The master is wonderful!"

He smiled at Xiaoshu, he played very happily in today's battle.

"Okay, kill everyone who should be killed or not, you should go back and rest earlier, don't freeze in the rain!"

Yan Se waved his hand, turned and left.

"Master walk slowly."

He bowed slightly to Xiaoshu, and then walked past the Spring Breeze Pavilion. He still had things to do.

That night, many people died, and the gangs in Chang'an City, large and small, changed, and the military headquarters also changed.

The power that Prince Li Peiyan has managed for more than ten years was almost emptied out tonight. It can be said that he has returned to before liberation.

Not being killed, it is already Tang Wang Gu Nian's brotherhood!
In the battle of Chunfeng Pavilion, Chao Xiaoshu's fame spread throughout the world, and the death of the invincible Wang Jinglue, breaking Yan Se's "well" talisman was enough to make Chao Xiaoshu famous.

A sword with [-] handles is a breeze for thousands of miles.

Chen's pen is broken by eight buckets, and he should be rewarded as a storyteller.

On the shore of Yanming Lake, willow branches swing lightly, and the spring breeze is magnificent.

The lake is clear and transparent, and there is a small pavilion with blue tiles and white walls on the lake. There is a stone bench deep in the flower garden in front of the building, and an incense burner is placed on the stone table, and the fragrance is lingering.

A peach blossom by the pool is in full bloom, the peach leaves are dyed red like ink, and a peach petal on the branch is as bright red as blood.

Jiang Fan sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, holding a book in his hand, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Jiang Fan's current cultivation level is the ninth level of the magical realm, which is equivalent to the sixth level of the Haotian world.

However, it is not difficult for Jiang Fan to leapfrog and kill the seventh-level powerhouse in Haotian World.

But for the strong in the eighth realm of Haotian World, Jiang Fan can at most protect himself without using the artifact.

"Staying in a lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, Shangsi defends Luntai for the country."

"Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse Glacier came to a dream."

While reading "November [-]th, a Great Wind and Storm" by Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, Jiang Fan looked at the stone bridge in the distance.

There was a man on the bridge, dressed in green, holding a long sword in his arms, with a mouthful of white teeth, very dazzling, it was Chunfengting Old Chao, Chao Xiaoshu.

The battle at Chunfeng Pavilion made Chao Xiaoshu famous all over the world, so he should have been very busy.

But Chao Xiaoshu postponed other people's gifts and requests, and came to Bailiu Villa alone.

Walking through the corridor, Chao Xiaoshu bowed his hands to Jiang Fan: "Chao Xiaoshu, please enlighten me, Mr. Ziyu!"

Jiang Fan put down the book in his hand, looked at Chao Xiaoshu, and said calmly: "The sky is fine, the rain has stopped, Chao Xiaoshu, do you think you can do it again?"

"Haha."

Chao Xiaoshu couldn't help smiling: "I don't dare, but as a swordsman, I naturally want to see and see. The sword of a great swordsman can't see the mountains, so how can we go any further!"

Jiang Fan understood that it was also a temptation to ask Xiaoshu for a sword, and to come out to see his own way of swordsmanship.

The swordsman's way is to seek a breakthrough between life and death. If you don't climb a high mountain, how can you see a more moving scenery?

Jiang Fan did not respond, but said: "I wrote a picture two days ago, how about buying it for you?"

"Young master's handwriting must be a good handwriting. I don't know how much you should pay for it?" Chao Xiaoshu asked with a smile.

"One word is worth a thousand dollars."

While speaking, Jiang Fan took out a copybook and threw it to Chao Xiaoshu.

"Hold your head high and far away, screaming proudly in the wind;
It's hard to find an opponent to discuss the sword together, and the heights are extremely cold. "

Chao Xiaoshu took the copybook, unfolded it, and when he recited it, he suddenly felt a surge of sword energy rushing towards his face.

Reining in his mind, he looked towards Xiaoshu to observe the font containing the misty sword intent, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he had entered the realm of swords.

After a long while, Chao Xiaoshu opened his eyes, looked down at his palm, and saw a blood groove in the palm, the blood flowed out, and then slowly dripped to the ground, forming a scarlet color, which looked shocking.

Chao Xiaoshu didn't care, carefully put away the copybook, and said with a smile, "This price is worth it!"

(End of this chapter)