Chapter 447 The duel between the sword and the Tao
The sun rises in the east, and the sunshine shines on the river. A few people walked out of the Tianji Tower hidden deep in the Qinling Mountains. An old man who kept walking strode out, walked in the air, and came to the Han River. It was so quiet.
Standing quietly and waiting, not caring what others said, his eyes sometimes became distracted and sometimes focused, and sometimes he couldn't help but laugh.
"That person is Emperor Xu Qing, one of the twin stars of the Xu family. He hasn't appeared in the world for twenty years. Why do he feel so much older?"
"I heard that after being trapped for many years, the first thing he did when he was born was a big event that became famous all over the world. Did you know that he killed King Huai of Tang Guo?"
"I have also heard that His Highness Prince Huai is a disciple of the Sword Master. It is estimated that Emperor Xu Qing was bent on revenge and directly attacked the descendants."
"Hey, is now the time to talk about this? Just because he killed the prince, no matter whether he wins or loses today, I don't think he will be able to leave here alive. There must be people from the court waiting for him nearby, and he is actually here
What's the difference between that and dying?"
Lingxi Sword Master Shangguan Qingfeng, who once intercepted Feng Yu on the lake, was also among them. He was still dressed like a fisherman, sitting on the shore fishing, not caring about the rights and wrongs of the people around him. The only thing he wanted to see was
The question is whether the Sword Master Feng Ao has fallen down the ladder of heaven and disappeared into oblivion.
At a certain moment, a man in white clothes and a hat fell from the sky, carrying a sword on his back. Judging from the scabbard, it had not been touched for several years, and some places were rusted.
The moment he appeared on the stage, there were many more spectators in the surrounding scene. Including Tian Sanfeng and Situ Yue, they were all Taoist realm or even stronger masters and famous figures in the world.
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Tian Sanfeng saw an old man with a goatee appearing next to him, and he quickly said respectfully: "Uncle Master, why did you come down the mountain?"
"Hmph, why, my old Taoist priest can't even climb Wuwei Peak?"
"Of course I don't mean this, nephew, but uncle, haven't you been in retreat?"
"How could I miss such a thrilling scene? Besides, there are a lot of people here today. Old Diao Weng, what do you think?"
Shangguan Qingfeng was holding a fishing rod, looking limited and calm, and there was someone standing behind him holding a sword box.
"Why, you, Taoist Wuwei, can see it, but I, Shangguan Qingfeng, can't see it? There are many people today, so just watch the competition with peace of mind. I have no interest in competing with you anymore."
"Hahaha, who cares? You are talking as if you have defeated me. When I have a chance, old Taoist priest, I will go to your sword tomb and take a look at it, and take away some scrap iron from it."
"Even if it's rotten iron, you have to have the strength to take it away."
"Huh, let's see!"
Tian Sanfeng listened to the two old men bickering and did not dare to speak. They were both bad-tempered masters. If what he said was unpleasant and directly angered them, he would definitely be left with nothing to eat.
An old man with a white beard and black hair stood on the shore and watched. He didn't have anything on him, but there was something special about a wooden ladle around his waist.
"This person is not a sword master."
Taoist Wuwei and Shangguan Qingfeng both stopped talking and looked at each other. It was indeed not him, but the sword behind him was Feng Ao's Wuchen Sword.
"It's indeed not him. It seems that the rumors are true, but to be able to send a person to deal with it, and still holding the sword that he has sealed for many years, Wuchen, I should be somewhat sure. Who could this person be?"
A man carrying a Daguan Dao came over, his fists clenched tightly, "So you are here too."
"Oh, I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be Lian Can from Beifeng Hall. Why, are you in the Western Jin Dynasty also interested in this competition?"
"I'm not interested in Emperor Xu Qing, but I think I will be interested in this man."
Jiang Tianhao of Xixia Chaoyang Sect also stood up, with a very domineering aura that scared everyone away from him.
"Brother, why don't you and I work together to take him down today?"
"Do you think the two of us alone have this strength?"
"So I brought a lot of people here. If Chaoyang Sect is willing to do its best, it depends on what you, Beifeng Hall, want."
Lian Can looked at the man in white robes, feeling more and more resentful in his heart, "Okay, I will cooperate with you, this man must die!"
"Hmph, you just want to kill people in our Tang Kingdom? That's too overbearing. Do you really think that our Tang Kingdom has no one?"
"Taoist Master Wuwei, this person is a traitor more than 20 years ago, Xia Xuanyuan, the head of the Xia family in Xizhou, tell me, can't we kill this person? Moreover, if you really think that you are an upright sect of the Tang Kingdom's martial arts community,
, shouldn’t you take action with us?”
Everyone was shocked, "What did you say? Xizhou Xia family? How is this possible!"
"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out later."
Xia Xuanyuan landed on the ground, his true energy surged, and the bamboo hat on his head flew out intact, directly brushing against Xu Qingdi's ears and whizzing past, exploding tree trunks violently, leaving them in the last three points.
Under the bamboo hat, everyone looked at the middle-aged man who was still dazzling. He not only had a handsome appearance, but also had an extraordinary temperament. No matter how you looked at it, he was a young man from an aristocratic family, not a swordsman named Feng Ao.
"Why is he a middle-aged man? What's going on?"
"That's right, isn't it Emperor Xu Qing's duel with Feng Ao?"
Emperor Xu Qing finally showed a smile. He didn't know whether the smile was for Xia Xuanyuan or for Feng Yu who was watching the battle from a distance behind him. "Hahaha, let's do it. Let me see if the name of this white-robed swordsman is worthy of his reputation."
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Xia Xuanyuan took a deep breath and unsheathed the Wuchen Sword. The bright blade was not as worn as the scabbard, but looked as majestic as ever, "Senior Xu, Xia Xuanyuan of the Xia Family in Xizhou, please give me some advice."
The crowd began to buzz like flies, "How could it be? Hasn't the Xia family in Xizhou been wiped out long ago? The imperial court personally led people to do it, and there was a river of blood!"
Side by side, Wang Qinyi stood there, with his hands behind his back, looking at Xia Xuanyuan with bright eyes, "He is indeed still him, I am far inferior to him."
Yun Chong and Feng Ao were also accompanying them, "Old Qin, you're not ashamed to still think about these things when you're old. If you can't compare with anyone, you have to compare with him. Anyone who doesn't know his deeds back then is really asking for it.
It’s hard to eat.”
Qin Yi said coldly: "The stronger he is, the greater the threat."
"Here we go again, you always talk about national affairs and treat them as everything to you. If the Xia family really wanted to rebel, they would have rebelled long ago. Do they still need to sacrifice their lives for righteousness and be loyal to the Tang Dynasty? That's you.
, making myself so tired, in short, I believe him, and I believe the old madman will also believe him."
Feng Ao stood there proudly, his expression was a little different from before, as if the man underneath represented him and was his pride.
"If you don't believe him, you can also lead your troops to destroy me."
Qin Yi looked back at him, "Why did you say that?"
"Because I am also from the Xia family!"
In the surprised eyes of Yun Chong and Qin Yi, Feng Ao talked about his life experience lightly.
After acquiring the Wuchen Sword, the sword immortal's appearance was terrifying to the extreme. However, in the eyes of everyone, the river surface, which was dozens of feet wide, was like a sea of swords full of long swords. If you were not careful, you would be pierced by thousands of swords.
"Come on, let me see what the real Xizhou Xia family is!"
A handprint was formed, leaves flew wildly in the sky, and invisible power hovered between heaven and earth.
"The strength of these two people, even in this big cave, is also the best in the world. I am afraid that if you can beat them, you will have no hope of life."
"Oh, and your Sword Tomb boss's abject remarks, it seems that he was scared by Xia Xuanyuan before."
"Hmph, the Tianshan Sect is closer to Xizhou, so you haven't been taught a lesson, right?"
Xia Xuanyuan and Xu Qingdi rose into the air and fought at a high place above everyone's heads. All they could see was the sword light and the white barrier constantly colliding.
The two streams of light passed by, and then they turned around and met again. With the huge infuriating energy fighting each other, the two of them fell together and landed on the river. The powerful infuriating energy burst out from the two people and exploded.
At the moment when circles of water columns and sword fingers shook each other, two layers of waves swung away from their feet. Many people on the shore were unable to escape and could only be passively washed by the falling river water.
Xia Xuanyuan's right hand Wuchen Sword pointed obliquely at the sky. As the true energy in his hand continued to pour into the sword, the unparalleled sword power was released with him as the center. The invisible aura seemed to cover the entire Han River and
Tianji Tower. Emperor Xu Qing moved his hands, and his figure became somewhat elusive, as if he was about to melt into the air and disappear into this world.
"One day, the long sword is in the air, and the sword's sharpness is revealed. The other day, it is life and death, and the real competition begins."
The junior next to me holding the sword case couldn't help but tremble when he heard what the sword master said. Oh dear, the move from heaven to earth just now was just a warm-up. If this was the life and death battle that followed, it would be so terrifying.
"Shuangyong goes to sea!"
The two green dragons condensed in the river, held high in the sun, and flew between heaven and earth. They appeared as if they were real. They were incomparable to Feng Yu's hand. Feng Yu also felt the connection between himself and his father.
The gap is so huge.
The two green dragons seemed to be pressing towards Emperor Xu Qing with countless sword lights. "Well done!" Emperor Xu Qing raised his arms and shouted, and a huge fist shadow appeared in front of him. There was a fierceness in the fist mark.
However, the true energy was condensed and then dissipated, as if it was tangible and spiritless. Compared with the sword dragon, it was somewhat dwarfed.
"nothingness!"
But this simple punch was not simple. When the two dragons touched the fist mark, I don't know what happened. The unparalleled sword intent on the dragon disappeared completely. In the end, only a body was left and the fist mark died together.
Xia Xuanyuan's eyes were overflowing with sword energy, which was a kind of joy that came after a long drought and the excitement of meeting an opponent in chess, but there was no regret after failure and confusion about the unknown outcome!
"Nothingness, so it is, this is his true meaning."