A sword's faint light, a little light, will eventually shine like a thousand feet!
Of course, so far, this sword is all Xia Mang's idea and deduction. To truly realize it, it will be very difficult. Regarding the sword and the way of swordsmanship, he still has a long way to go.
"Chi!"
A sword flew across the sky, the sword light was bright, the sword energy burst into the air, and it was extremely sharp!
Xia Mang held the sword, and the sword energy was surging in his eyes. It was very blazing. It can be said that this was the strongest sword he could cast so far. All his understanding of the sword was followed by this sword.
, pouring out.
The "Thousand Tribulations Seal" is very fierce, with demonic energy billowing and ghosts chirping and screaming. It is just my first time dabbling in Youbai Difficulties. It is far from being fully understood. Its power is limited. It cannot reach ten times the power of the "Hundred Difficulties Seal", but it is still quite terrifying.
, Xia Mang felt threatened and did not dare to be careless, so he directly slashed out a sword "Wei Mang".
The sword struck down, the handprints struck, and the two collided with lightning!
"Peng!"
The big black handprint trembled, but it was fine, but Xia Mang's sword light was much dimmed.
The faint light of a sword cannot break the Thousand Tribulations Seal of Youbai Difficulty!
"Invincible through a thousand calamities, suffer death!"
Youbai Nansenhan laughed, blood was dripping from his seven orifices, and his face was covered in blood and was very blurry. Coupled with his ferocious expression, he really looked like a ghost, which was extremely scary.
Forcibly casting the Thousand Tribulations Seal will cause too much damage to him. After this battle, even if he does not die, he will be half disabled!
The consequences were so serious that You Bainan had not thought of it beforehand, but now that it had happened, even if he wanted to stop, it was too late, so he could only grit his teeth and continue.
"Keng!"
Xia Mang's expression was cold. He sheathed his sword and then drew it out again. It was still "a sword with faint light"!
And next, he struck out three swords in succession!
The sword energy is as bright as the sun in the sky, and its momentum is stunning and brilliant.
"Crack!——"
The Qianqiu sword was slashed in the air, and there was only a "click" sound. The big black handprint cracked inch by inch, and then exploded into pieces, turning into black light and dissipating.
"impossible!"
You Bainan's color changed suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief, he spit out blood and said in a hateful voice: "How could you possibly break the Thousand Tribulations Seal?"
Xia Mang looked indifferent, he jumped up, struck out with lightning, and kicked You Bainan in the chest with great force.
You Bainan's face changed drastically. He wanted to hide, but the injuries were too severe and he was unable to do anything. Moreover, Xia Mang was too fast. It was like a blue lightning bolt coming across the sky. He couldn't avoid it. With a "Peng" sound, he was directly hit.
He was kicked out of the small courtyard.
At the same time, Qianqiu Sword slashed out again, the brilliant sword's light was cold and frightening, and it struck You Bainan in the air!
"Peng!"
Where the sword light fell, a flash of blood suddenly appeared, and at the same time a miserable cry was heard, hysterical and very scary.
"not good!"
The expressions of all the followers changed dramatically and they rushed outside the hospital. When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, their expressions became extremely ugly.
You Bainan's left arm was cut off at the root!
"ah--"
He covered his broken arm and screamed in agony. Blood stained his clothes and the ground red. Sweat was pouring from his forehead, and he looked extremely painful.
That's worse than the pain of tearing out one's heart!
Xia Mang's last sword strike directly cut off You Bainan's left arm!
"The Eighth Prince's left arm was chopped off, and we failed to protect him well. We will definitely not be able to escape punishment!" One person said with a sad expression.
"You'll die if you go back, if you fight him!"
Others glared at Xia Mang with crazy expressions. They rushed to fight Xia Mang, but were blocked by others. "Don't be impulsive. The Eighth Prince tried his best to harm himself and forcibly cast the Thousand Tribulation Seal. In the end, he was defeated. We rushed up and ended up in the end."
It will only get worse."
"This man is too powerful to be reckless. The only solution now is to retreat first, inform the third prince, and treat the eighth prince's injuries. This broken arm may still be salvageable..." Someone calmly offered advice.
"This matter is serious, and the third prince will never let it go."
…
Everyone looked extremely ugly. In the Nether Palace, the eighth prince You Bainan was very favored. Several of his "brothers" loved him very much, especially the third prince who was very protective of him. Moreover, they were siblings from the same mother. This time
The eighth prince suffered such a big loss, his arm was cut off and he was almost half disabled. The third prince was bound to be furious and come to seek revenge on Xia Mang.
At this time, You Bainan had passed out because he could not bear the pain of his broken arm. Several of his followers hurriedly ran over, lifted him up, picked up his broken left arm, and left in a hurry.
Before leaving, a young man in purple clothes turned back, stared at Xia Mang with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is indeed powerful and your skills are amazing, but I, the Netherworld Palace, will never let anyone bully me, and I will definitely pursue this matter to the end!"
After speaking, he ignored Xia Mang's reaction and turned around to leave.
Xia Mang sheathed his sword. He looked at the direction in which everyone was leaving. His eyes were quiet, without any fluctuations. He said to himself: "If you dare to attack again, I will kill you all."
He will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but the sword in his hand is not afraid of any provocation.
Xue Nianchu groped over and said with some worry: "The Netherworld Royal Court is very powerful and has a solid foundation. It ranks fifth in the Nine Songs Kingdom, and its strength is still above that of the Dragon Controlling Court. If you hurt Netherworld Palace, they will definitely
If you won’t let it go, you will definitely seek revenge..."
If Xia Mang's sword cuts off You Bainan's left arm, the people from the Netherworld Palace will definitely come back to cause trouble for Xia Mang. She is very worried about Xia Mang's safety.
"Xiaoling, let's go back to Nanzhao Hou Mansion."
Xue Nianchu suddenly said, she bit her red lips tightly, hesitated for a long time, and then seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said: "I will beg... that person, as long as I open my mouth, he will definitely protect you."
The "that person" in her mouth is naturally her biological father, Xue Longyong, although she is not close to him, is very distant, and rarely even calls him "father".
After staying in Nanzhao Mansion for nearly twenty years, many people bullied and humiliated her, but she always endured it all silently, never complained, and never prayed to anyone, including Xue Longyong.
In her eyes, Xue Longyong was a cold and silent father, as cold as a mountain, with no family affection.
She hadn't spoken to Xue Longyong for a long time, but for Xia Mang's safety, she was willing to bow her head and return to the Nanzhao Marquis Mansion to pray for Xue Longyong's protection.
Even though the family relationship is alienated and there is little communication, she also knows that Xue Longyong is very powerful and has the power to control the world, enough to compete with the Nether Palace and protect Xia Mang.
Xia Mang was stunned.
Back in the Nanzhao Marquis Mansion, Xue Nianchu lived a very hard life and was bullied by everyone. It was a past that he could not bear to look back on. He thought that Xue Nianchu would never want to return to the Nanzhao Marquis Mansion, but for his own safety, he decided to
However, she took the initiative to return to Nanzhao Hou Mansion to pray for Xue Longyong's protection.
This affection gave Xia Mang a sense of warmth in his cold heart.
"There is no need to go to Nanzhao Marquis Mansion."
Xia Mang took Xue Nianchu's slightly cold hands, smiled, and said softly: "The Nether Palace is really powerful, but I'm not bad either. I don't call you Xia Mang for nothing. If you encounter some trouble,
, just go and seek asylum, even I will look down on myself..."
"But..." Xue Nianchu hesitated.
"There is no but." Xia Mang interrupted her and said, "I once swore that I would make them kneel down and beg you to go back. Xia Mang's promise will always be valid!"