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Chapter 789: Dragon Girl and Lantern Bearer
The appearance of Candle in the Snow is not surprising.

Xunyang Grottoes had long anticipated the appearance of Xue Zhongzhu. The original plan was to let Nanny Song hold her back to buy time for Rong Zhen on the high platform to mobilize the power of the formation. There were many arrangements like this, even the worst accidents were taken into account.

However, the appearance of Bai Jiao completely disrupted the balance of the original plan.

There was not much sound when the snow-white sword energy and the purple true energy collided. It was like two clouds touching each other silently, neither merging into the other. However, the light that burst out between the two was dazzling.

As a top-grade Qi-refining practitioner, although Nanny Song was "fed" by the current empress and the Imperial Observatory through massive resources and was not as talented as Xue Zhongzhu, she was able to enter the top-grade realm and was definitely not a straw bag. When she was young, she was also the leader among the female officials of the same age in the palace. Besides, the old ones are still the best.

Xue Zhongzhu is gifted, as if he was born for swordsmanship. The sword energy around his body is too strong. Nanny Song has a top-grade qi-replenishing elixir to make up for the deficiency of his naturally weaker aura than that of a sword cultivator. The purple energy in his dantian is released freely as if it is free.

This was their first fight today, and the two of them were in a head-on confrontation, both wanting to kill each other.

At this time, whoever retreats first will die without a burial place.

They are all competing to see who can hold the longest breath.

While the two were "hesitating", the white dragon behind them was not affected by the dazzling light and rushed straight to the high platform at the foot of the big Buddha in front where a girl in palace dress was standing quietly.

Yi Qianqiu, who had fallen backwards, had already regrouped and seized a warhorse. He was gathering a team in the main cave to stop the white dragon.

From the tall buildings in the main grotto that were originally monitoring "Bu Jian", huge crossbows shot arrows at it. This was originally one of the backup plans to deal with the owner of Dielianhua, but now they could not care less about all that. Everything was just to prevent this unexpected white dragon from getting close to the Buddha.

The white dragon was surprisingly calm, staring at the ants under its feet with cold eyes, ignoring the noise and harassing arrows. It seemed as if someone was secretly controlling it. It had a clear route and did not fight with Yi Qianqiu and the others, but went straight to the platform.

Under the impact of Xue Zhongzhu's snow-white sword energy, Nanny Song's purple gold palace dress rustled, her white eyes glowed purple, and the purple energy in her dantian was being consumed at an incredible speed.

Nanny Song was very clear that the offense and defense had reversed. It was not her who was dragging Xue Zhongzhu, but Xue Zhongzhu who was dragging her.

A Han Dynasty palace lantern suddenly appeared in front of the old woman with white eyes. It was simple and old, just like an eternal lamp just taken out of a cemetery.

The appearance is also very simple, with a palace maid with tied hair kneeling on the ground and holding flames in her hands.

There is an inscription of Yin-Yang and the Five Elements engraved on the bottom, shining with a faint light. Upon closer inspection, it looks like a compass.

"Zhen wood creates fire, Xun wind helps!"

Nanny Song bit her fingertips and carved a blood symbol on the compass at the bottom of the palace lantern. In an instant, her whole body quickly turned into wood, as if she had turned into a dead branch in the cold winter.

The ancient palace lantern flew out of his hand and flew to the platform below.

As the old woman with white eyes turned her body into wood, the purple energy that was surrounding her body and resisting the snow-white sword energy disappeared, and the wooden body was "blown" into pieces of dust by the oncoming snow-white sword energy, as if she was dead beyond death.

Xue Zhongzhu tilted his head and saw a faint spark exploded from the Han-made palace lantern flying away in the distance. The emaciated and hunchbacked figure of an old woman walked out of the fireball, intact. Nanny Song, who had escaped, chased after Bai Jiao, trying to stop him.

Xue Zhongzhu arrived almost instantly, came to her side and handed the sword to her again. Nanny Song did the same thing again, using a Han-style palace lantern to replace the zombie and move to another position.

The hunched figure reappeared in the disappearing flames of the palace lanterns.

It was the Yin-Yang School's Five Elements Escape Technique, and the old woman with white eyes used it as skillfully as breathing. She wanted to use it to get close to the white dragon, attempting to use the aftermath of the fight between the two top-grade Qi Refiners to delay and injure the white dragon.

Xue Zhongzhu's eyes were cold, as if she had already seen through the old woman's intentions. When she approached again, she no longer handed over the sword, but took seven steps in the air. An ice lotus bloomed with each step. When the seventh ice lotus shattered, seventy-two cold rays of light condensed from the sword's tip, forming the Big Dipper Tiangang formation, blocking Nanny Song on all sides.

The white mist that was touched by the sword energy crystallized instantly. Nanny Song, who was trapped in the center of the seven ice lotuses, had ice chips falling from her nostrils when she breathed.

At the same time, the Han-style palace lantern that escaped again, its wick condensed with white frost, and the spark was about to go out... and bounced back into Nanny Song's hands.

Before Nanny Song could change color, the tip of the snow-white sword was already in front of her eyes. A spectacular scene of thousands of mountains covered with snow at dusk suddenly appeared in front of Nanny Song. The sword energy was like an avalanche of tens of millions of snow-capped mountains, coming towards her, suffocating and making her despair. She no longer had the desire to turn around and run away.

Nanny Song was experienced. When she was in a trance, she bit the tip of her tongue hard, and her mouth felt sweet. Her cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.

A palace lantern made in Han Dynasty was suspended in the air, and a faint blue light wheel was spinning between her fingers. The lantern keeper of the Yin-Yang School formed the Tianyuan Seal with her ten fingers. With a "puff" sound, a faint candle flame bloomed at the wick that was about to go out, and star patterns flowed on her purple palace dress.

"Li Palace locks Yang, Kan Palace seals Yin——!"

A pair of black and white fish suddenly rose from the ground, covering Nanny Song. The tip of the snow-white sword chopped at the intersection of the fish's eyes, and it was like falling into a quagmire.

Nanny Song's wide sleeves in her palace dress brushed past the condensed white mist and snow around her. The frozen frost suddenly turned into an ice sculpture of a blue phoenix spreading its wings, carrying with it sharp pieces of ice, and flew straight towards Zhu in the snow.

Nanny Song raised her face with a sinister smile.

In the snow, Zhuhu tried hard to pull out the sword, but it was difficult to do so.

After just three breaths of close combat, the old woman with white eyes, who seemed to have no desire to fight and wanted to escape, actually set a trap, trapped herself in the game, and launched a desperate counterattack.

The sword cannot be drawn, and the candlelight eyes in the snow are as cold as ice.

Just as Qingluan's ice sculpture with its wings spread was about to smash her heroic mixed-race face into a bloody mess.

A dragon pattern lit up on the palm of Xue Zhongzhu's right hand, and it suddenly swam. Immediately, a translucent dragon shadow emerged from the skin of his right forearm and wrapped around the sword. The "Zhi Shuang" trapped in the Yin-Yang fish's eyes, the sword's power suddenly increased three times, and the range of the dragon shadow's sword power covered the tall body of the mixed-blood Hu Ji.

The ice sculpture of the blue phoenix spreading its wings shattered into powder, but the shadow of the dragon followed it closely, swimming along the powder towards the body of the white-eyed old woman.

The power of the Jiaoying sword appeared too suddenly. Nanny Song felt as if her qi sea was being strangled by a giant python. This trapped dragon could actually devour her true qi.

Nanny Song's pupils shrank, and she suddenly cut off one of her sleeves, stepped on the Kun position, and used the Han-made palace lantern to perform the Five Elements Escape Technique. She changed her shape once again and finally managed to get rid of the dragon's entanglement.

She walked out of the flames, staggering a little.

The Yin-Yang family fled, the shadows of the Yin-Yang fish disappeared, Xue Zhongzhu took back "Zhi Shuang", took a step in front of the unstable Nanny Song, and the sword energy poured out like a red refining.

As the sword was swung, the roar of the dragon resonated with the howl of the sword.

There is a rumor on the mountain that the fifth grade of purple energy of the Yue girl Taoist lineage is named "Dragon Girl". She has a dragon trapped in her palm and anyone who sees her will die.

At the critical moment, the old woman with white eyes suddenly formed a seal and spat a mouthful of blood from her heart onto the Han-made palace lantern:
"The water in Kan turns into mist, and the lake in Dui swallows up the sky—!"

After the old woman screamed, the small water droplets that melted from the ice sculptures around her condensed into an eight-diagram mirror array, refracting seventy-two beams of scorching sun. The water droplets were evaporated into a cloud that covered the sky, and in the gray cloud, the twenty-eight constellations were faintly visible.

The cloud and mist were very large, and instantly enveloped the old woman with white eyes, and also included the figure of Xue Zhongzhu.

One could only vaguely see a solitary lamp flickering inside, occasionally illuminating the shadows of two people fighting beside the lamp. But once they moved away from the solitary lamp, the shadows could no longer be seen, and the movements of the two were obscured by the gray mist.

This scene was like a shadow play, unfolding before everyone's eyes. The atmosphere was silent and still. From time to time, beams of sword energy shot out from the clouds and mist. In addition, the movements of the yin and yang fish and the snow-white dragon shadow were occasionally seen.

The sounds of dragon roars and swords and the old woman's screams of fear and anger continued one after another. It was obvious that the latter was gradually falling into a disadvantage.

However, every time a hole was punctured in the gray mist, it would be quickly filled up, and no one knew the specific situation of the fight inside...

In just ten breaths, the series of fights between a top-grade dragon girl from the Yue female Taoist lineage and a top-grade lamplighter from the Yin-Yang Taoist lineage had already dazzled and dazzled everyone.

A top-grade purple qi cultivator is the best in his field, precious and rare, and in the world, he is a master.

And such a life-and-death fight between two top-grade Purple Qi masters was something that was rarely seen in recent years. It was a major event that was spread throughout the world.

At this moment, the people in the main cave didn't care about these things at all. A mythical white dragon was the focus of everyone's attention. Yi Qianqiu led the White Tiger Guards to charge, but they were defeated repeatedly. Fortunately, he had the strong physique of the sixth-grade weapon family. However, every time, he could slightly interrupt the speed of the white dragon approaching the platform.

However, every time they charged, dozens or even a hundred White Tiger Guards were killed or injured.

This was actually filled with the lives of the White Tiger Guards.

Just to stop the white dragon for a few seconds and buy time for the platform.

During the charge, Yi Qianqiu discovered something strange. The white dragon seemed to have a reverse scale on its abdomen, which it always twisted its body to cover. She immediately shouted:

"Assemble! Form a white tiger formation! Hold it back."

Just then, an old judge appeared on the scene, it was Old Yangtou.

Old Yang sighed and no longer hid his incompetence. He took out a Confucian scripture, threw it high up, formed a seal with his withered palms, and muttered something. After a while, a golden chain shadow appeared on the white dragon.

The white dragon was blocked by the iron chain around its body for a moment, and it raised its head and struggled, revealing its abdomen.

Yi Qianqiu led the soldiers and charged forward. A tiger-shaped shadow appeared faintly in front of the entire team, and it "bite" the white dragon's abdomen fiercely.

However, the next moment, the white dragon rolled over in pain, the white tiger formation dispersed, the white tiger's shadow disappeared, and Yi Qianqiu and others were thrown away.

But the belly of the white dragon was already torn apart. When Yi Qianqiu and others looked back expectantly, they gradually discovered with horror that underneath the skin and flesh of the white dragon was actually deep bronze!
This lifelike white dragon is actually made of bronze skin, without any flesh and blood inside!
This also means that it has no reverse scale weakness.

The white dragon seemed to be completely enraged. It broke free from the criminal law chains of the Confucian clerks, forced the old criminal officer to retreat, turned its head and swung its tail, and was about to sweep across the platform.

At this moment, a girl in palace dress on the high platform suddenly opened her eyes.

Her eyes shone with the golden light of the sun.

"Damn you beast!"

The next moment, the sound of a piano was heard from the Donglin Buddha.

There was a sword, following the sound of the piano, coming from Luoyang.

Everyone saw that the hundred-foot-long white dragon looked like it had been cut into pieces, with all its skin and flesh scraped off, revealing its bloody bronze body. The white dragon looked like it had suffered the most painful torture in the world, it was ferocious and furious, and it kept roaring.

Just as everyone in the cave was secretly rejoicing, suddenly, a calm voice sounded, echoing in the ears of everyone present:

"Princess Zhenxian, this is not how you use a fake tripod. I am not talented enough to teach you."

On the opposite mountain, a middle-aged scholar walked out into the air holding a scroll.

It was Wei Shaoqi, smiling gently, and unfolding the scroll:

"Go back home."

The golden light on the Buddha suddenly surged.

As the middle-aged scholar finished speaking, a scroll slowly unfolded in the air.

Above is a lifelike Peach Blossom Spring.

There is a sword, along with the ink, coming from the Peach Blossom Spring.

Like the sword in Luoyang, it crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived at the top of Shuangfeng.

The next moment, all sounds disappeared.

There was no dazzling and blinding collision between the two purple-qi cultivators, "Dragon Girl" and "Lamp Bearer", nor were there any other gorgeous scenes.

No one saw anything extra.

There was nothing unusual about the scroll that Wei Shaoqi held in his hand.

Even the golden halo that originally surrounded Rong Zhen and the Buddha disappeared without a trace.

Like everything is back to normal.

Only the girl in purple palace dress who was standing on the high platform with her sleeves tightly holding white jade Buddhist beads, had a change of expression, and suddenly raised her head to look up into the sky.

She felt like she was facing a formidable enemy.

A sky-blue sword energy came from nowhere.

As high as the scorching sun.

There are "poor scholars" who carry swords.

The people at the foot of the giant Buddha were surprised to see that the three thousand black hair of the Zhenxian Princess on the high platform were flying in the wind, as if she was in the clouds thousands of feet high.

Above the clouds.

Where no one can see.

The golden sword energy and the sky-blue sword energy are colliding.

The people on the ground could only see that the white clouds had shattered, the sky was clear, and a scorching sun appeared above their heads...

The whole place was in dead silence. Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and the others had stiff faces. Rong Zhen and Nanny Song were both held back. No one could stop the white dragon.

The white dragon's angry expression suddenly turned into a human-like clarity. It regrouped, dragged its huge body, swam to the front of the platform, and swung its tail like a dragon.

"Zheng——!"

A melodious piano sound suddenly rang out from the bamboo forest not far away.

The bronze tail of the white dragon swept across the high platform and the big Buddha, but it was like passing over a "phantom" or a mirage, unable to hurt them at all.

The white dragon roared angrily, but still refused to believe it and tried to sweep its tail again, but still to no avail. Even though it had the power of a dragon and an elephant and an indestructible body, it could not overcome the shackles of a certain mythical cauldron sword.

This piano sound... is from the old musician! He hasn't left yet!

Yi Qianqiu and the others suddenly realized what was going on. Just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of the piano in the bamboo forest suddenly stopped and their expressions suddenly became ugly.

A bamboo forest is quiet.

Deep in the forest, in a bamboo courtyard, an old painter walked out of a painting, pushed open the wooden door, walked to an old musician who had already packed his luggage, and gently placed his palm on his old friend's one-stringed harp.

(End of this chapter)