Chapter 273: Passing on your experience in making people
Xuanyuan is very strong. After all, he was the master in ancient times. He changed to Fuxi's sect and gained a lot of benefits.
Three Thousand Imperial Women finally made it to the great road, rode on the yellow dragon and then disappeared.
Unexpectedly, he has been practicing hard in the human world.
If it weren't for Fuxi's order, he would still be cultivating in secret at this time.
Two thousand years have passed, and his strength has become more and more unfathomable, and he can actually face Nuwa.
The Xuanyuan Sword cuts horizontally, slashes vertically, and stabs straight. It has no skills, but it contains the ultimate principles.
The heavy sword has no edge, and it is large and skillful but has no workmanship. The power of the Sword of the Holy Path is fully demonstrated.
His already high-spirited body became more majestic, like a scorching sun shining brightly on the world.
Although Nuwa is powerful, her momentum is inherently weaker, and she becomes even weaker as time goes by.
In the beginning, there were still goings-on, but now they are completely suppressed by Xuanyuan, as if they will lose at any time.
Nuwa's left leg and knee were weakly supported on the ground, and her whole body weight was transferred to the diagonally supported Heavenly Serpent Staff.
Zixuan wanted to go over, but Xi Tong grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up. He didn't let go no matter how hard she kicked her.
Xuanyuan's long sword vibrated and he whispered: "Nu Wa, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you retreat, I will spare your mother and son's safety."
"I didn't expect that the little clay figurine back then could already control my life and death."
Nuwa laughed and said, "It's a pity that you spared me, but God didn't spare me."
Turning up her palms and looking at the rapidly aging skin and the slowly appearing dark spots, Nuwa sighed.
"Come on, kill me, step over my body, complete the task given to you by the master, and go back to exchange for two bones."
Xuanyuan was neither happy nor angry, but he hesitated.
In the tense situation just now, he was still determined and decisive in killing.
But when Nuwa lost all her defenses and looked like an old woman, he didn't dare to take action.
It’s not that we have mercy and the holy way is merciful, but we are afraid of being deceived.
It is true that Nuwa's life is short, even if she is left alone, she will not live long.
However, precisely because of this, Nuwa became more unscrupulous and desperate, and she was able to master many taboo techniques with serious backlash.
She was going to die anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
Xuanyuan didn't want to be used as a backer.
After all, he had achieved great success, cultivated immortality, and sought immortality. His future was limitless, and he was determined not to be buried with Nuwa.
Nuwa did not rush her, nor did she feel anxious. She knelt and sat there quietly, like an old woman basking in the sun in winter.
She narrowed her eyes and rambled on about what she said when she created humans.
Xuanyuan blushed and felt ashamed.
Seeing that he didn't want to listen, Nuwa laughed and explained in more detail. All the postures, techniques and techniques were not left out, and all the details were described vividly.
Xi Tong listened very carefully, because this was the experience of creating a human being.
It is not the experience of men and women creating humans, but the experience of creating humans without men.
Oops, the description is getting darker and darker. In short, it is not the experience of creating a human being as you thought.
Every word and sentence contains the philosophy of the Great Dao and points directly to the origin of the Way of Heaven.
There is a lot of content that Xi Tong cannot understand and does not need to understand. He only needs to record the content and then go back and understand it later when his level has improved.
After listening for a while, Xi Tong vaguely understood that these small talk were not only Nuwa's strategy to deal with Xuanyuan, but also a show of goodwill and gift to himself.
As expected of Nuwa, take one step and look at the three steps. Even the words that are light and effortless can be turned into sharp weapons and heavy weights.
On the other side, Chonglou suppressed his power and kept physically colliding with Feipeng.
Long Yang didn't hold a sword. He knew that Fan Tie couldn't possibly hurt Chonglou's demonic body, so he might as well choose fists and kicks.
Chonglou also put away the Yanbo Blood Blade on his wrist, because the strong wind generated by this sharp weapon was enough to destroy Long Yang physically and mentally.
Between the two of you, you punch me and I slap you, and you kick me and you kick me.
Punch to the flesh, punch to see the blood.
The anger in Chonglou's heart finally found a way to vent.
The pain of being betrayed by Long Yang was all released and vented in the physical collision and impact.
The blood in his pupils bloomed, and there were faint signs of Zhonglou going crazy and going berserk.
Feipeng knew that this was a good opportunity.
With Chonglou's serious character, once he uses the power beyond the limit, he will readily admit defeat, and then he will be forced to leave openly.
If Chonglou cannot control his strength, his body will definitely die.
But Feipeng did not hesitate. It was his duty to go through fire and water for Fuxi.
Thinking of this, Feipeng Fist was like a phantom, ten punches in an instant, each punch had the power to break open monuments and crack rocks.
What happened was just as Feipeng expected, Chonglou did not dodge or evade, but just used his chest to catch him.
Seeing this scene, Fei Peng couldn't help but increase his strength and use his full strength.
Chonglou, who was already on the verge of madness after receiving such a violent blow, would inevitably become mad, and everything around him would be affected.
However, after Long Yang punched him, there was only a crunching sound, and Zhonglou's chest actually dented. Zhonglou groaned and took three steps back.
impossible!?
Feipeng couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that Chonglou's body could be so fragile and couldn't withstand a punch from a mortal.
However, Chonglou took advantage of the opportunity and rushed forward, holding Feipeng's shoulders tightly.
"Do you think I will take advantage of you with my demon body?"
"There will always be distracting thoughts in your mind that have nothing to do with fighting. This is the key to your inability to become a strong person!"
"What makes you weak is not greed, anger, and ignorance! What makes you weak is lack of concentration!"
"When will you be able to do it all the way to the end, will you be qualified to be my opponent?"
After saying that, Chonglou raised his right fist and hit Feipeng hard on the face.
Fei Peng sighed sadly, he knew that he had failed, was completely defeated, and would never have a chance to come back again.
His heart was as sad as death, and in the next moment, his temperament suddenly changed, and he turned back to Long Yang's look that didn't deserve a beating.
Seeing the rapidly growing fist in front of him, Long Yang exclaimed loudly.
"Stop, stop, what are you doing?"
"Here comes someone, escort me!"
Chonglou's fist stopped abruptly, stopping one centimeter from the tip of Long Yang's nose. The strong wind brought by the fist made Long Yang's face sway, causing waves of flesh.
Seeing his situation clearly, Long Yang knew that the guards had no hope, so he quickly turned to Xi Tong, bowed his hands, and looked flattering.
snort!
Chonglou seemed to be greatly humiliated and threw Long Yang to the ground like throwing garbage.
Xuanyuan also snorted.
He couldn't bear that a scoundrel like Long Yang was in the same palace as him, as Fu Xi's right-hand man.
Chonglou dealt with Long Yang, the stumbling blocker, and turned to face Xuanyuan.
His eyes are burning and his fighting spirit is compelling.
This is his father-killing enemy and the opponent he cherishes.
It's a pity that after the Battle of Zhuolu, Xuanyuan retreated from the world, and Chonglou was unable to fight him from beginning to end.
Clang!
The Yanbo Blood Blade popped out instantly, and Chonglou's aura locked onto Xuanyuan tightly.
Both of them are masters who can take action but never push. Their momentum roared into confrontation, and a storm rolled up on the spot.
Wherever the storm passed, Nuwa's body seemed to be weathered, turning into a handful of loess in an instant, leaving only the heavenly snake stick stuck diagonally on the ground.
Zixuan could no longer control the grief in her heart. As soon as her little feet touched the ground, she ran over, hugged her mother's relics and cried loudly.
On the other side, Xuanyuan's face gradually turned purple and black.
He knew that he had been fooled!
I was shocked by a corpse for three minutes.
Three minutes may not matter elsewhere, but at this time and place, it is enough to turn things around and change everything.
Because there was a series of clanging and abnormal sounds in the sword-making furnace.
At the same time, the doors of all wonders opened, and thousands of holy lights poured down.
The mysterious and mysterious power of heaven is like a waterfall, pouring crazily into the sword-making furnace.
This scene is far beyond the vision of Xuanyuan Sword coming out of the furnace.
However, the lid of the sword-making furnace was still tightly closed, with no signs of being opened.
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