After Xiao Lingshu finished speaking, the same talisman floated in front of him.
"Life, death, misfortune, and blessings are all your choice, Lie'er."
Zhuang Wudao took a look and almost laughed out loud again.
Heart Seal Yuan Fu? Are you planning to treat him, Zhuang Wudao, as the Xiao family's spiritual slave?
At this moment, he Zhuang Wudao had no way to escape. If he didn't want to die, he really had no choice.
This is very different from the tone and demeanor when she first entered the Great Su Emperor's Mausoleum. At that time, Xiao Lingshu was like a mouse after seeing a cat, cautious and trembling, how could it be like now? Chengzhu was holding it, and her words contained pity, just like him
Zhuang Wudao's life and death are all under his control.
He couldn't help but think of the scene under the snow peaks in the north. How similar was Xiao Lingshu then to now?
He was calm and composed, his temperament was outstanding, and he was high up. Looking down at him, he was exactly the same as that day.
Surprisingly, there was no anger in his heart. Even the demonic thoughts refined in the soul through the "Demon Thoughts Refining God Technique" showed no reaction at all.
Xiao Lingshu saw that Zhuang Wudao was silent and looked cold, as if he was thinking about something, so she asked another question.
"I wonder what you think Lie'er?"
"noisy"
Zhuang Wudao was interrupted from his thoughts. After he came to his senses, a murderous intention of unknown origin suddenly rose.
But then Zhuang Wudao closed his eyes slightly and suppressed the violent thoughts. His eyes were restrained and he smiled instead of angry.
"Listen to what you are saying, if I don't follow your wishes, I, Zhuang, will be captured and killed? I made a peace treaty in front of Yan Ming before, and you are going to abandon it like a treason, right?"
The words are sarcastic, but still restrained.
Precisely because he had so much murderous intent in his chest, he definitely shouldn't be the one to strike first here.
As long as he understands the principle of "self-defense, self-defense", he will avoid the people of Zhuguanglou talking about him in the future.
Even if he killed all five people in front of him, Yan Ming would have nothing to say.
"A good thing is abandoned like a piece of shit, a treacherous one."
Dingyangzi couldn't help laughing, and laughed: "Zhuang Wudao, you are also a disciple of the Lichen Sect, why are you so naive in your words? The situation is changing, what choice should you, Zhuang Wudao, make? We meet here today, it is really...
It's Brother Zhuang who is unlucky. God wants you to die, so what can you do?"
"Stop talking nonsense"
Zhuang Wudao interrupted impatiently, his expression unchanged, still looking at Xiao Lingshu.
"Whether it's war or cooperation, it can be decided with just one word."
"Lie'er, you——"
Xiao Lingshu also looked at Zhuang Wudao once again, and then completely gave up the idea of continuing to persuade. She sighed, "It's stubborn and it doesn't work." She shook her head slightly and said, "Senior brothers, you can start."
Xuan Youzi did not act immediately. Instead, he frowned and said with a faint smile: "You can do it, but whether it is to capture or to kill, Junior Sister Xiao needs to give us an idea. It is not difficult to kill this guy.
Capture but
It is not an easy task, there are too many variables. Once this son recovers the Thunder Fire Qianyuan Technique, I and the others are afraid that they will be humiliated by him. If we try to hide the truth from the Lichen Sect and bring him back to the north alive, we will
It’s even more impossible.”
Xiao Lingshu seemed to have expected that Xuan Youzi would say this. She brushed her sleeves and said, "It's up to you, but no matter what, my husband will not blame you."
Hearing this, Xuan Youzi laughed wildly and wildly: "In that case, there is no harm in killing this son."
When he finished speaking, Xuan Youzi's figure flashed, and 365 cold white needle shadows struck towards Zhuang Wudao like a storm.
The other Ding Yangzi took action one step earlier and turned into an afterimage. He appeared next to Zhuang Wudao.
Born in Taiping Dao, he is trained in rare masculine skills. The Great Fierce Yang God Palm, combined with a spiritual weapon, the Red Flame Glazed Lamp, complements each other perfectly. The flame lantern beside him is suspended, and countless red flames surge from within.
Come out and wrap it in the palm of your hand.
Although he had ridiculed Zhuang Wudao a lot before, when Dingyangzi took action now, he did it with all his strength, without leaving any room. He seemed to have a deep hatred and tried to kill Zhuang Wudao with one strike, and he struck behind Zhuang Wudao.
"In other words, is it right to live or die regardless of life?"
Under Wei Jiuyin's feet, countless yellow-green ropes also surged up. They were about the thickness of a finger and looked similar to ordinary straw ropes. However, under the infusion of Wei Jiuyin's true energy, the momentum was extremely strong.
The tip is even sharper, like a large spear, piercing through and striking away.
Wei Jiuyin himself struck at Zhuang Wudao's side with one finger. Wherever his finger passed through, the dust and water vapor were frozen into frost, and then were cut by the escaped sword energy.
, into finer powder
Xiao Lingshu made no move, but looked in front of her with complicated eyes. There was both sigh and a bit of relief in her eyes.
None of the three Jindan senior brothers beside her had a good impression of Zhuang Wudao, and it was also because of the great defeat of Taiping Dao a few years ago and the death of Uncle Gu Ting in the south. They were all murderous and would never do it.
If you show mercy at this time, you will know what the result will be. Today, this boy has absolutely no physiology.
It's okay to end it like this. Although her husband will leave some knots in his heart that are difficult to resolve. But it is a good thing for Taiping Dao, the Xiao family, and even her husband himself.
But then, Xiao Lingshu saw Zhuang Wudao draw his sword, and the dazzling white light pointed at Wei Jiuyin beside him. The sword power was not necessarily amazing, but it contained a mysterious true meaning that chilled people to the bone.
Can control life and death.
And the three-legged crow standing on Zhuang Wudao's shoulder also opened its eyes at this moment, one eye was silvery white, and the other was deathly gray.
'Farewell to Life and Death', after being promoted to the first level of swordsmanship, the power of the sword was not strong but restrained. Zhuang Wudao himself removed some fancy changes in the sword style, so when the sword 'Farewell to Life and Death' was thrust out,
An ordinary straight thrust with a sword, plus some changes in the arc of the downward slash.
Combining the 忄 style, 忄 style, and the 'differentiating between life and death', the three mysterious skills into one, it is a single-level covering the sky.
Easily, it penetrated through the heavy silver shadow, first a little above Wei Jiuyin's finger.
'Han Yin Sword Finger' is also the top skill inherited from Taiping Dao, ranking among the third level. Wei Jiu Yin has been immersed in it for hundreds of years, and has promoted this skill to the realm of transformation.
But when the sword light of Zhuang Wudao came into contact, Wei Jiuyin's fingers made a 'crack' sound, and together with the whole arm, they fell apart.
And all the flesh and blood that exploded were gray and rotten. This arm was already 'dead', and had been deprived of all vitality at the moment of the confrontation, so it was difficult to attack it.
"What? This is absolutely impossible -"
Wei Jiuyin was horrified, his pupils shrank into needle shapes, and he immediately turned from offense to defense. His whole body retreated crazily, and those yellow-green ropes retracted crazily, reversed, and stabbed Zhuang Wu.
Behind Tao, I don't want to be able to stop him, but even if I can contain him for a moment, I can buy him a glimmer of hope.
"Slow down and don't send me away"
Zhuang Wudao said coldly, and the Yuan Magnetic Escape Technique suddenly accelerated, and the Eight Scenery Kunlei Sword in his hand penetrated Wei Jiuyin's eyebrows with a crisp and clear stroke.
Then it turned into a ray of white light and turned back. Without looking, Zhuang Wudao knew that Wei Jiuyin had completely lost its vitality and had fallen from grace.
'Between life and death, you have to inherit the true meaning of life and death from the three-legged crow, control life and death. After being directly hit by this sword, there is no chance.
Even if Wei Jiuyin can withstand the death force, the fifty-four sword intentions of great sadness that follow the sword will send this person to the Nine Netherworld.
Sure enough, just a moment later, Wei Jiuyin's whole body suddenly exploded and was crushed into powder by the sword energy that exploded.
"This is the first grade?"
The eyes of Xuan Youzi and Ding Yangzi in the distance were filled with shock and disbelief.
This sword of the first-grade Zhetian must be a first-grade Zhetian-level swordsmanship magical power. This man has not yet mastered the golden elixir, so how can he have a first-class Zhetian-level mystical magic?
No, Zhuang Wudao's 'Thunder Fire Qianyuan' has long been in the first-level mystical arts. However, this time, it is not a magic spell, but a swordsmanship with stronger combat power that can kill across levels.
Dingyangzi let out a tiger roar, and his figure increased in speed. His whole body was full of energy and blood, and he not only forced it with secret techniques, but also detonated all the energy potential in his body. He also activated the 'Red Flame Glazed Lamp' to the extreme.
The pair of fleshy palms seemed to have nearly doubled in size. And the red flames turned into a blazing white color, melting gold and travertine, and seemed to be able to melt and destroy everything.
Zhuang Wudao used his foundation-building body to command the first-level swordsmanship. Although it was terrifying and terrifying, there were still flaws. The true energy was insufficient. It was absolutely impossible to use the same level of mystical magic a second time in a short period of time.
Dingyangzi has gone through hundreds of battles in his life, and his character is decisive and ruthless. So at this moment, if you don't retreat but advance, if you don't live, you will die.
Upon seeing this, Zhuang Wudao frowned indifferently and had no intention of taking the palm of the Great Fierce Yang God. After returning his sword, the Eight Scenery Kunlei Sword turned into a poisonous snake again and pierced out suddenly.
This sword is Yi Wanran,
The sword light changed, but it did not go against Ding Yangzi's palm, but directly penetrated the limit of time. The sword turned into a shadow, penetrated into the void, recalled the past, and struck directly before the three breaths.
When Zhuang Wudao sheathed his sword again, a bloody hole appeared between Dingyangzi's eyebrows for no reason.
Dingyangzi's eyes were filled with confusion and confusion, and his eyes were stunned and unbelievable. He tried hard to move forward, but the red sun essence in his fleshy palms was still dissipating rapidly. The red flame glazed cup,
, and then it fell to the ground with a clang.
The person has died, the weapon has lost its spirit
A moment later, Ding Yangzi's body exploded with fifty-four blood holes. The blood flew up and covered several feet of land.
It is still the fifty-four sword energy of Great Compassion that kills with one strike, completely cutting off Dingyangzi's life.
At this moment, a series of jingling sounds were heard in front of Zhuang Wudao. But it was the shadows of the three hundred and sixty-five cold white needles that finally hit him.
Yi Wanran, this sword is very powerful, but after it is used, it cannot move. It can only become a dead target, allowing the opponent to attack.
Fortunately, when he used this sword, Zhuang Wudao used the dual-wielding technique of Taoism and magic to use the Bull Demon Overlord Body and Hua Jie Mu.