Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 123
"Your Excellency, why do you want to prevent Su from getting rid of this evil monk?" Su Zhao asked coldly with a sword in his hand, his face indifferent.

Meng Kui was frightened at the moment, seeing Xie Cang coming, a flash of hope flashed across his face, and said, "Thank you, senior!"

Xie Cang's sword eyes paused for a moment on the glazed golden cup in Su Zhao's hand, and asked, "Xie Cang, the master of Jianchen Lake, has no intention of preventing Fellow Daoist Su from taking action, but there are a few things that I want to ask Fellow Daoist for."

Meng Kui: "???"

Su Zhao frowned, and asked, "Thank you, fellow daoist, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it."

Xie Cang said: "Fellow Daoist Su has already entered the Qiming Palace?"

Su Zhao said: "What does this have to do with Fellow Daoist Xie?"

Xie Cang took out a golden sword order in his hand, it was the Taibai sword order, and said in a deep voice: "Since Daoist Su has entered the Star Palace, he must have obtained the inheritance of Senior Taibai. Daoist friendly talk."

Su Zhao paused, and said: "Su has not only been inherited by Senior Taibai, but also recognized by Senior Taibai. Now Senior Taibai is sleeping in this glazed golden lamp. Since Daoist Xie wants to have a good talk, why stop Su?" Take action to kill these bald thieves?"

"Senior Taibai is still alive?" Xie Cang looked suspiciously, and asked impatiently, "Can you explain anything?"

Su Zhao shook his head, but didn't say a word, just glanced at Meng Kui who was frightened and wanted to flee.

In fact, if he put in a lot of effort, he might not be able to kill that generation, but this person seems to have a predestined relationship with Taibai Sword Lord, and he can be regarded as a half descendant.

"Let's see if we can try to subdue him." Su Zhao's eyes were deep, and a thought flashed in his mind.

Xie Cang took a deep breath, a pair of sharp sword eyes flickered coldly, and finally cupped his hands, saying: "Why do you need Daoist Su to do it, Xie is willing to get rid of it for you."

Su Zhao: "..."

Hearing this, Meng Kui's complexion changed drastically, and he said in shock, "Senior, you can't..."

However, Xie Cang didn't talk nonsense with Meng Kui at all, and turned into a rainbow with a golden and jade-level divine weapon in his hand, and the sword light pierced through the air.

Seeing this, Meng Kui's complexion changed drastically, and he was already cursing his mother secretly in his heart, a ball of Buddha's light rose from his feet, trying to escape.

The expressions of the monks beside him changed slightly, and they also fled in all directions.

At this moment, the sword in Xie Cang's palm turned into a white rainbow light, the streamer of light shuttled a few times, and went straight to Kui's neck. Ferocious, in the neck cavity, the blood spurts immediately like.

The monks of the lineage of the killing monks in Guangning Temple died in the hands of the swordsman in such a muddled way, without even letting Su Zhao do it.

Xie Cang looked at the scattered monks of Guangning Temple, snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he held a long sword, beheading them all like harvesting weeds.

Seeing this tragic scene, Hua Feiyin closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to watch any more.

Not long after, Xie Cang, an old man in green robes with a bloody aura, went back and forth. On his clear cheeks and cold face, there was no trace of strangeness, and he cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Su, Xie has nothing. malicious."

All of this is very slow to say, but in fact, from Xie Cang's appearance to his counterattack, it only takes a few words.

Su Zhao looked silent, then looked at Xie Cang, his eyes flickered, and there was some inexplicable meaning.

What a cruel, ruthless swordsman!

Su Zhaodao: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, do you know that the monk just now has an enmity with Su, since they are enemies, it is a pleasure in life to be a sword!"

Xie Cang was stunned for a moment, and said with apology in his voice, "It was Xie's negligence."

Looking at this scene, Mr. Hushan swallowed back the pleading for help, but looked at Xie Cang angrily, and angrily said: "Xie Cang, the people of the three great demon countries think that you would rather bend than bend, but now you succumb to this little boy!" , I really misjudged you!"

Xie Cang frowned, and said: "Mr. Hushan, you and I have no friendship, so how can you make a mistake?"

Mr. Hushan was at a loss for words for a while, but he didn't respond, he turned into a yellow streamer and flew towards the Eight Treasures Pagoda.

As long as he enters the pagoda of ancient true immortals, with the defensive power of the pagoda, he will not be crushed by the power of heaven and earth.

Su Zhao frowned and said, "It's time to think about running away, don't you think it's too late?"

With a flash of his figure, Mr. Hushan was blocked from his way, a sword stabbed out, and the cold light shone brightly.

This is a sword that contains endless power of heaven and earth!
This is a murderous sword! !

This is a sword that blocks all directions! ! !
Mr. Tiger Mountain's pupils narrowed slightly, sensing the imminent danger of life and death, he let out a long roar, and a phantom of a yellow tiger appeared behind him, and the golden knife in his palm slashed towards the sword.

Click!

But it was Su Zhao's golden and jade-level divine weapon, the Qingshuang sword shattered every so often, as for Tiger Mountain Lord, who held a golden knife and flew upside down, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his whole body became more and more sluggish.

"It turned out to be a broken star weapon?" Su Zhao frowned, and with a thought, a tiny golden hair flew out from between his brows and landed in his palm. It turned out to be a sword with a wide hilt and a thick blade. The sword's edge was like water. , above the sword ridge, there are faint stars twinkling.

Xie Cang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he lost his voice and said, "Small Star Soldier?"

Su Zhao held the shattered star weapon and charged at Tiger Tiger again. He didn't even use swordsmanship, just the simplest way of chopping and chopping.

"Clang clang..."

Fighting again and again, there is no complicated and gorgeous display of magical powers, only the collision between swords and knives, the beauty of violence that is ingenious and simple, one is the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, and the mana is endless, and the other is the tyrannical body of the monster. It is the cultivation base of Jindan who has overcome the three disasters.

The collision of star-shattering magic soldiers, every time they collide, sparks are scattered.

Wei Xiangge, who watched this scene, couldn't help but support his forehead, while An An, who was on the side, was relieved, as if he had been replaced by Su Zhao, his pale as paper cheeks were flushed.

After colliding with each other thousands of times, Su Zhao's complexion remained the same, and his sword skills became more and more fierce, but Hushan Jun's sword skills on the opposite side became more and more sluggish, but the indomitable spirit on his face remained unabated, and the dark evil thoughts had receded.

Even though the blackening is three points strong, he was still beaten out of the blackening state.

Su Zhao put away his sword and stood up, jumped aside, and said in a low voice, "An'an!"

An An responded, and her face was stunned for a moment, as if she understood Su Zhao's intention, she jumped to Hushan Jun with a dagger in her hand.

At this moment, Mr. Hushan's breath is messy, his seven orifices are bleeding, and his mana is exhausted. It is obvious that he is exhausted, but his eyes are cold and unruly, and he suddenly laughs loudly, "Okay!"

"What are you laughing at!" An An scolded with a baby face as cold as frost.

Mr. Hushan said coldly: "I laugh at me for having acted cruelly all my life, but I left you as a future trouble, which caused today's disaster."

An An said coldly: "Have you finished your last words? Go to hell!"

"Sister An'an..." At this time, Lele, the son of Lord Hushan, rushed to Lord Hushan and An An, and knelt down suddenly, "Please let Daddy go."

An An's eyes were slightly red, and she said coldly: "Get out of the way!"

The boy said angrily: "If you want to kill my father, kill me first!"

Besides, An An and his younger brother have also been together for decades, so it is difficult to start at this time.

Just when the siblings were confronting each other, Mr. Hushan suddenly said: "You don't have to be like this. You, like An An, were not born by this lord. Your parents were also killed by this lord. It's just that your parents are both Fanhu."

Mr. Hushan may know that his time has come, but he revealed another secret.

As if struck by lightning, Lele slowly turned her head to look at Mr. Hushan, with a tear in her voice, "Father, you lied to me, didn't you?"

The half-grown child had a look of crying and laughing on his face.

Mr. Hushan said coldly: "I have already belonged to one person, how could I have children with others. At the beginning, I just thought that An'an would grow up, and I might lack a companion, so I killed a pair of Fanhu and put you in foster care. As for your biological parents, in order to silence them, they were killed casually."

"No!" The boy roared angrily, and sat slumped on the ground with a look of pain on his face.

"Amitabha." Concubine Hua recited the Buddha's name, only to feel that what she saw today was really disappointing.

Su Zhao frowned and said: "The mind is vicious and terrifying, it's creepy."

Mr. Hushan ignored him, and suddenly put the golden knife in his palm across his neck, looked towards the direction of the Eight Treasures Pagoda, and murmured: "Qingqing, I will come down to accompany you soon..."

With a move of the golden saber of the Star Broken Divine Soldier, three feet of blood gushed out, and he committed suicide by drawing the saber.

(End of this chapter)