From Chapter Seven of Xuanjun

Chapter 150 Twelve Hate World Invincible

At the same time, in the other room, Bai Xiaolou was also closing his eyes and resting his mind. In his heart, he was thinking about the information he had collected in the past few days.

Since the meeting with Shen Yi that day, Bai Xiaolou has been sending people to watch Baiyu Temple, not seeking to know the details of the temple, but hoping to be one step ahead at critical moments and know the movement of the opponent.

Then, until now, Bai Xiaolou only got news that everything was normal.

Since Shen Yi returned to Baiyu Temple that day, he has never gone out on the surface, and only went out once in secret, which can be said to be quite peaceful.

But the more peaceful he is, the more vigilant Bai Xiaolou will be.

This state of turmoil is actually more disturbing than any action.

"What are you thinking? Zhaoyang."

Bai Xiaolou thought to himself.

Just at this time, there was movement outside, and someone shouted: "Here, come, Invincible is here."

"It's him! He's in the sky!"

Bai Xiaolou opened his eyes, walked to the window and opened the door, and saw a figure crossing the sky under the full moon, stepping on the moon.

The half-foot-long black hair was bent into an arc and folded into two parts, like two pitch-black wings, fluttering slowly in the night wind, driving the body as light as a feather to ride the wind.

"One hate can never do anything."

"Second hate for a confidante who is unlucky."

"Three hatreds are endless."

"The four hate the coldness of the world."

"Five haters are unpredictable."

"Six hates that things are impermanent."

"Seven Hate Chaohua is perishable."

"Eight hates time is hard to return."

"Nine hate the king without way."

"Ten hate the inhumane world."

Shen Yi chanted softly, and his floating figure slowly landed on the rockery in the courtyard, with his hands behind his back and his black hair fluttering, bringing a majestic momentum.

"Eleventh hate has never failed."

"Twelve hates are invincible in the world."

Zhuge Qingyun on the third floor of Fenghua Building opened his mouth slightly, and murmured: "I was wrong. His talent in rampantness is definitely comparable to his fists. He really is the leader."

Not to mention him, even all the people who watched the battle were momentarily speechless because of this madman's wild words.

After a short period of silence, the spectators responded in unison with praise or criticism.

"This old man has never seen such an arrogant person in his life."

"Crazy, really crazy, does he really think that he is invincible?"

"But he's so handsome."

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Generally speaking, the derogatory meaning is greater than the commendatory meaning, and many people are outspoken and rampant.

But this has nothing to do with Shen Yi, and it has nothing to do with Baichou.

The sword in the pavilion didn't say a word, just sat upright, a wave of sword like abyss was rising slowly.

He arrived ahead of time, rested his mind in the pavilion, and cultivated his sword power. It can be said that he paid the utmost attention to Shen Yi, and regarded Shen Yi as the only enemy he had ever seen in his life.

If the information obtained from Sanfasi is correct, "Madman" Tianxia Wudi has defeated Murong Di and Bei Chensheng in a row, and his strength is unpredictable. Can overwhelm this person.

This battle is extremely important to Baichou, so naturally he will not be negligent.

With the rising momentum of the sword, traces of scarlet blood seeped out from under Baichou's eyelids, weaving brand marks at the corners of the eyes, forming scale-like lines.

Ru Yuan's sword became more powerful, and in a trance, Shen Yi seemed to be able to see a potential dragon rising from under Jiu Yuan, and it was about to take off for nine days.

This is not an illusion, but the manifestation of Baichou's will.

"It really is a dragon."

Shen Yi finally confirmed that Baichou really had the good luck obtained by slaughtering the dragon.

Baichou was born with a sword body, but he spent the first 18 years in sickness. Although he is the grandson of the sword god, he couldn't practice martial arts, he could learn swords, but he couldn't practice swords.

Those 18 years were the 18 years of Qianlong Zaiyuan.

It was not until three years ago that Baichou stepped into the path of cultivation, and then made rapid progress, out of control, until he reached the fifth place in the ranking.

This kind of experience is exactly in line with the potential of Qianlong Breaking Nine Heavens that he is showing at this moment.

However, no matter how mysterious and powerful the sword intent is, it is impossible for Baichou to have the characteristics of a dragon. This scarlet pattern undoubtedly proves that the reason why Baichou was able to step into the path of cultivation is related to dragons.

'What is the difference between the spirit of a dragon and that of ordinary people? '

Shen Yi's eyes showed indifference, as if a predator was staring at its prey, surging and majestic like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, turbulent, and there was a strange aura overflowing, faintly lingering around him. Transformed into all kinds of scenes of howling ghosts and howling gods.

In an instant, the voice of boiling against the sky suddenly disappeared, and a wave of evil thoughts spread, making Fenghua Building under the moon a little more treacherous.

"Evil Devil!"

Someone in the Fenghua Building snorted coldly, and then saw the Buddha's light shining brightly, dispelling the evil.

Through this breath, some people recognized that the one who dispelled the evil was the "Buddha son" Wulai of Linglong Tiesha, while others resisted by luck and resisted the evil with their own strength.

All of a sudden, the people who watched the battle showed their special abilities, and let others know that many celebrities really came to Fenghua Building tonight.

However, none of this could affect the confrontation in the courtyard.

Qianlong Breaks through the Nine Heavens, and with the momentum of the sword rising, the Jinghong Sword on Baichou's lap also trembled spontaneously, as if it was about to draw out its sheath to cut at the enemy at any moment.

The sky demon descended into the world, surrounded by a blurred figure surrounded by howling ghosts and howling ghosts, the mysterious Yin Qi was so overbearing that it completely broke the quiet atmosphere of the courtyard under the moon.

The confrontation of qi and the fighting of aura, the battle between the two has faintly involved another level, beyond the breath, and entered the level of spiritual struggle.

The sword power, the demon atmosphere, and the momentum collide with each other, becoming more and more intense.

Suddenly, the figure on the rockery spread out and turned into two stacks of phantoms, sweeping towards the small pavilion from left to right like flowing clouds and water sleeves.

Shen Yi took the lead!

Xuanyin True Qi eliminates resistance, displaces the air, and is as fast as it is sick. The two phantoms are hard to distinguish between real and fake. Even because Shen Yi has the ability to have two bodies, people can't help thinking whether the two sides are real.

In the blink of an eye, the Jinghong Sword clanged out of its sheath, a brilliant white rainbow swept out in a ring, and the sound of wind and thunder rolled in.

"Sword Judgment: Swing the Sword to Defeat Floating Clouds."

Jiange's "Jian Jing" is the general outline of swordsmanship, and the participants in the study evolved their own swordsmanship based on this general outline.

And what Baichou learned from studying the "Sword Classic" is precisely this "Sword Jue".

The sword came out of the wind and thunder, and the phantom swept at the speed of near sound was blocked by the same fast sword energy.

This is the sword energy thunder sound, which is equivalent to the realm of the physical body thunder sound.

Baichou's speed is not as fast as Shen Yi's, and he doesn't have a strong physical body like Bai Xiaolou, so he can't reach the speed of thunder.

But his sword energy was able to catch up with the speed of Shen Yi.

The wind and thunder billowed, and the sword energy crossed the four pillars of the small pavilion, meeting two stacks of phantoms, and between the two collided, a dark air flow spread out.

　The prototype of Twelve Hates is part of the works of the Qing Dynasty writer Zhang Chao. Based on this, the Sword Lord Twelve Hate Poetry of Perak made a second creation, and then I used it for a third creation.

　　
　
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