Chapter 144 They are old after all [First update, please give me a monthly ticket! ]
If the battle in the city was a one-sided crushing.
The battle outside the city was a fight between lions and tigers of equal strength.
Nie Zhangqing, above Dao Zong, broke his heart knot and entered the body's storage with one thought. Li Sansi, with the help of Zhulong, suffered inhuman torture and also entered the body's storage.
Both of them are in the Ti Zang realm, a realm far beyond that of all practitioners in the world today.
Therefore, in the midst of heavy rain, the battle between the two broke out without suspense.
The Ti Zang realm is a battle that transcends the Qi Dan realm. Although Nie Zhangqing and Li Sansi have only just entered the Ti Zang realm and have not yet tempered any of their five internal organs.
But his combat power is not comparable to that of the Qidan realm.
The content of spiritual energy in the Qi Dan alone is twice as high as that at the peak of the Qi Dan, and the spiritual energy in the Qi Dan surges throughout the body, greatly enhancing the physique and strength.
Li Sansi swept the wooden sword, cutting the rain curtain. A sword energy seemed to transform into a dragon and went straight to Nie Zhangqing.
The butcher knife in Nie Zhangqing's hand was spinning at high speed, and his white shirt was fluttering in the heavy rain as if blown by the wind.
The butcher knife shot out like black lightning.
Li Sansi lightly tapped the wooden sword, and in an instant he pointed out six or seven swords.
The tip of the sword touched the blade of the butcher knife.
However, he was shocked by the huge force of the butcher knife and retreated several steps.
Every step he took caused rain water to splash three feet deep.
Li Sansi's eyes focused, and he slashed the wooden sword on the ground in front of him. The rain immediately splashed and turned into sharp arrows.
Spiritual energy gushed out, and Li Sansi's wooden sword danced continuously. Faintly, the rain under his feet entangled into circles and drew a picture.
A butcher knife was hanging in front of Nie Zhangqing.
His body shook and spiritual energy gushed out, beginning to gather into substance outside the butcher knife.
The originally blurry shadow of the butcher knife gradually solidified at this moment.
"A swordfish and a dragon dance."
Li Sansi shouted softly, his Taoist robe fluttering, and he pointed out with a sword.
"Imperial sword."
Nie Zhangqing said calmly.
He swung his arm forward violently, and the big knife transformed from the butcher knife slashed in an arc in front of him, like a half-moon cut.
Cut the rain curtain in half.
Li Sansi's body transformed, as if there were fish and dragons dancing, and he hit the butcher knife with one sword after another.
However, the power of Nie Zhangqing's sword did not diminish at all.
Bang! The sword light stood where Li Sansi had originally stood.
The ground was cracked and there were gullies everywhere, and rain water was pouring into them.
Nie Zhangqing was relentless and after gaining the upper hand, he was like a ferocious tiger, constantly invading.
With a wave of his hand, he controlled the knife in the air and smashed the raindrops.
The rain hit his body and face, and after breaking up, it created a misty vapor, which was evaporated by the heat generated by the spiritual energy flowing through Nie Zhangqing's body.
Li Sansi resisted with difficulty with his wooden sword.
He was so beaten by Nie Zhangqing that he was speechless.
Nie Zhangqing's knife rushed towards him from all directions like a black dragon.
He could only resist with his wooden sword.
The spiritual energy in the body seemed to be consumed a lot with every collision.
The rainwater around was separated. Li Sansi's face turned pale from the beating. He kept retreating, and his Taoist robe was already stained with mud.
Nie Zhangqing frowned slightly.
The same body storage.
Li Sansi seemed weaker than he had imagined.
Suddenly.
Nie Zhangqing, who was brutally torturing Li Sansi, and Li Sansi, who was being brutally torturing, raised their heads and looked towards the city.
A faint sound shook the entire Beiluo City.
"Only the sun shines brightly after the rain, the peach blossoms bloom on the island, and I respectfully wait for the end of the era."
The words fell.
Everyone's body was shocked.
Nie Zhangqing put away his knife and stepped back, then raised his head in horror. It was the young master's voice.
Li Sansi was gasping for breath and fell to the ground, looking up at the sky.
The horses in front of the carriage neighed nervously.
There was a sense of oppression that made everyone breathless, and everyone's face looked extremely horrified.
Boom! There was a faint explosion above the sky.
It was as if a translucent hand rushed into the sky and dispersed the dark clouds that were brewing heavy rain.
The brilliant golden sunlight penetrated the leaden clouds and sprinkled down.
Shining on the earth.
"it's over."
Nie Zhangqing, holding a butcher knife, looked at the shattered leaden clouds with mixed emotions.
The young master's strength is as unfathomable and terrifying as ever.
This palm strike filled Nie Zhangqing's heart with fear, anxiety and frustration.
I thought that after entering the Ti Zang realm, I could reach the edge of the young master's strength, but now it seems... the gap between him and Lu Fan is still endless.
As for Li Sansi, he had already been staring blankly at the sunlight in the sky.
The bright sunshine shone on his somewhat disheveled face and body, and his body suddenly trembled.
Faintly, he seemed to sense the end of an era.
There was no need for him to continue fighting with Nie Zhangqing.
After all, he, Li Sansi, was beaten.
In the carriage in the distance.
Mo Beike opened the curtain and looked at the brilliant golden sunlight that penetrated the leaden clouds. It was like a slowly closing curtain, bringing the most splendid congratulations at the end.
Mo Beike's face, which was full of ravines and wrinkles, looked a little dazed.
Not only him, but also the national teacher Kong Xiu on the other side of the carriage had opened the curtain and was looking at the golden clouds in the sky.
They could imagine that at this moment in Beiluo City, Xie Yunling and others had no regrets.
Even if they die, at least they have been glorious and fought hard.
Almost at the same time, Mo Beike and the national teacher Kong Xiu lowered the curtain.
"Go back."
Two voices that seemed to have aged a few years came from the carriage.
They are old after all.
“Yes.”
Mo Ju and Mo Tianyu spoke as if at the same time.
There was also some regret on their faces that they were unable to witness this battle that represented the collision of two eras.
However, after today, the era of various schools of thought has come to an end.
And a new era, the era of Baiyujing's practitioners, will emerge, causing the whole world to be noisy and excited.
The wheels turned, stirring up the mud and water on the ground.
One car went east and the other went west.
Two carriages were traveling in opposite directions, one heading to Beijun and the other to the imperial capital.
Nie Zhangqing put away his knife and leaned against the frame of the carriage.
He glanced at Li Sansi, who was covered in mud, and nodded slightly.
He rode his horse and drove slowly towards the gate of Beiluo City.
It's time for him to reunite the family.
Li Sansi stood outside the city holding a wooden sword.
The beatings from society caught him off guard.
On the shore of Beiluo Lake.
The waves on the lake seemed to be carrying a terrifying spiritual pressure.
Many martial artists, scholars and Confucian scholars who had rushed to the scene all had changed expressions. The lake water was like a ferocious and roaring beast, crashing against the shore and creating huge waves.
Lu Changkong had a complicated expression.
Luo Yue and Luo Cheng behind him were also filled with emotion.
All the schools of thought... were completely defeated in Beiluo City.
Starting from Wei Luan, one of the scholars of the Yin-Yang School, Beiluo City seemed to have become the final destination for scholars of hundreds of schools.
Tang Yimo stood on the shore.
He stared at the lake shrouded in thick fog, as if he could see through the fog and see the great horror on the island in the middle of the lake.
This was the first time Tang Yimo experienced the taste of despair.
Ever since he inherited the immortal legacy and opened the first meridian.
He met almost no opponents.
Except for the terracotta soldiers he encountered in the Longmen Secret Realm, he was not afraid of them and was able to deal with them.
And at this moment.
The pressure coming from the island in the middle of the lake.
He didn't even have the courage to resist. Even across the lake, he could feel the powerful pressure.
Not to mention the pressure on the releaser.
"Beiluo... Young Master Lu!"
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Tang Yimo swallowed.
It turns out that he, Tang Yimo, is still far from that.
A carriage came galloping over.
Tang Yimo looked back.
But then I saw a middle-aged man in white clothes, with a butcher knife on his waist, carefully and tenderly helping a Taoist nun out of the carriage.
"Ruer, be careful."
Nie Zhangqing said.
The Taoist nun had a dazed look in her eyes and just pinched the hair of the man in white.
The man in white carried the nun on his back and came to the shore, found a small boat, and jumped onto it.
Tang Yimo stared at the middle-aged man.
Suddenly.
On the lonely boat, the middle-aged man holding the oar turned around and glanced at Tang Yimo.
Boom! Tang Yimo felt as if his mind had been struck by a heavy hammer.
He took several steps back.
There seemed to be blood in my chest that was about to burst out.
“So strong!”
Tang Yimo was terrified. Just a look gave him unstoppable fear, as if the butcher knife at his waist could chop off his head at any time.
"Who...is this person?!"
Tang Yimo took a deep breath.
"He has a butcher knife on his waist. There is no doubt that he is the coachman of Young Master Lu of Beiluo." A martial artist said.
Tang Yimo's body shook.
Coachman?
Just a driver?
Is a coachman so strong? The pride that was rising in Tang Yimo's heart was shattered at this moment.
…
On the island in the middle of the lake.
The sun is shining.
The peach blossoms on the peninsula are in full bloom, and the pink petals are like the rosy cheeks of a young girl, shy and charming.
The dense spiritual energy surged on the island in the middle of the lake, making the spiritual energy on the island even more dense.
The chrysanthemums are emitting spiritual energy, and the peach blossoms are also emitting spiritual energy.
Two kinds of spiritual plants are competing with each other for beauty.
Lu Fan sat upright on the Thousand Blade Chair, leaning against the railing, his white shirt fluttering and his hair flying.
Ning Zhao closed his umbrella and stood quietly aside.
Lu Fan tapped lightly on the wheelchair armrests, and the crisp sound lingered throughout the entire island in the middle of the lake.
On the island.
Xie Yunling looked at the dispersing leaden clouds in the sky and the falling golden sunlight with fascination.
The warm sunlight spread across his face, dispersing the moisture brought by the heavy rain.
Sword Saint Hua Dongliu seemed to be in a state of madness, looking at Lu Fan fanatically.
That stunning sword move was something he could never forget.
"Peach blossoms are blooming on the peninsula. When they are in full bloom, they can form a spiritual energy storm. Please don't waste this precious spiritual energy storm gathering time."
Lu Fan said calmly.
The sound floated across the island.
The words fell.
Everyone on the island was shocked.
Jing Yue sat cross-legged on the ground, practicing his skills and madly absorbing spiritual energy into his body.
Yi Yue was also meticulous and instantly entered a state of practice.
Nie Shuang ran out wildly, came under the chrysanthemum, and threw a set of punches. While he was punching, heat billowed from his small body and spiritual energy wrapped around his body.
Xiao Feng climbed out from the gap in Bai Qingniao's shirt on his chest, jumped down, and bounced on the ground like a ball of fluff.
Afterwards, he ran wildly around the island as if he was having fun.
The spiritual energy rolled and poured into Xiaofeng's body.
Bai Qingniao was surprised and also learned to practice "Nine Phoenix Transformations". There was a faint airflow wrapping around her body.
On the lonely boat, Lu Dongxuan, who was lying on his back, no longer pretended to be dead. He quickly got up and absorbed spiritual energy.
Xie Yunling's eyes widened, and he also began to absorb spiritual energy frantically.
Hua Dongliu and Gongshu Ban had never practiced cultivation, so they didn't know much about absorbing spiritual energy and could only watch helplessly. However, they were bathed in the spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy nourishes them and naturally brings about some unusual changes.
On top of the pavilion.
Lu Fan looked at Ning Zhao beside him and said, "Go ahead. Even though you have entered the body storage, don't miss this opportunity."
"The spiritual storm that erupted when the peach blossoms bloomed on the peninsula is very precious. I don't know when the next one will come."
Ning Zhao's eyes fluctuated.
Her red lips curled up slightly and she bowed towards Lu Fan.
“Yes.”
Then, with her white skirt fluttering, Ning Zhao turned around and went downstairs.
Sit cross-legged to absorb and condense the spiritual energy.
Lu Fan was the only one left on the second floor of the pavilion.
He leaned against the Thousand Blade Chair, placed his hand on the handle transformed from the Phoenix Feather Sword, and rubbed it gently.
On the stone stairs of Baiyujing Pavilion.
The sound of the pipa is like a sudden rainstorm, with pearls big and small falling on a jade plate, adding a bit of urgency and unrestrainedness.
Mingyue pursed her red lips, holding the pipa in one hand and plucking the strings with the other hand like an elf. She watched the battle between the various schools of thought and Lu Fan and gained some insights. Faintly, she seemed to have attracted the spiritual energy by taking advantage of the spiritual storm.
The sound of the pipa became more and more inspiring, and the smell of it seemed to mobilize the blood and energy.
Lu Mudui did not practice with the help of spiritual energy storm like everyone else.
He took out paper and pen, patted his chest, and coughed up blood.
Use blood-stained ink to write the copy.
“Rainy, Beiluo, the island in the middle of the lake.
The four disciples of Dao Sect, Jian Sect, Jijia Family and Tianji Family challenged Lu Pingan, the lord of Baiyujing, but were defeated.
Lu Ping'an thought about peach blossoms blooming on the peninsula, and with one hand he shook the clouds and brought down light from the sky.
Commemorate the end of the Hundred Schools of Thought and lament the change of times. "
Lu Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of excitement and excitement.
The dead wood-like hands were trembling as they stuffed the secret letter into the pigeon.
With the sound of "cooing".
The Heavenly Pigeon spread its wings, shaking off its white feathers, and carrying with it spiritual energy, it turned into white light and instantly disappeared into the thick fog.
When Lu Mu released the secret pigeon.
Lu Fan, leaning on the wheelchair, slowly narrowed his eyes.
In front of him, a long-awaited line of system prompt text finally popped up.
"Congratulations to the host for completing the side quest..."
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