Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 734: Bankai, Black Rope Heavenly Punishment Myoku

The stretched soft sword slashed down and cut into the groom's left wrist halfway before he opened his mouth, and the severed hand fell to the roof. He had just said half of his words when the severed hand rolled into the pond where no fish was seen. As soon as he finished speaking, what else could it be but hindsight?
Wang Mingyin looked back and was shocked. Lin Qing actually broke through the sword formation set up by Song Nianqing without any injury and appeared in front of him. However, he was ranked eleventh on the martial arts evaluation list and had his own dignity as a master. He snorted coldly: "If you have time to speak for him, you might as well stop me, but you didn't do that."

"Why should I stop you?"

Chu Pingsheng said something that made Song Nianqing and Wang Mingyin puzzled: "Old Xu has followed me since Beiliang. Do you know why I took him in as a groom? At that time, he was not a half-step finger Xuan, but an old guy who worked hard in the oil mill. Xu Xiao's adopted son Yao Jian is good at geomancy and can find dragon points. Every half a month, he will be taken to the intersection of Ganquanfang under the supervision of Sister Fan to be tortured. He will be cut with 3,000 knives. People in Lingzhou are afraid of me and dare not scold me, but scold Sister Fan. Old Xu does not scold, and he goes to watch every execution. I am very curious, why is he different from others?"

"It turns out that not every Beiliang person is proud of the Xu family. Seeing Xu Xiao is like seeing a benefactor. His son used to be a soldier in the Partridge Camp. He died in the friction with the Beimang Army. Half a year later, his daughter-in-law gave birth to a chubby boy. With the help of the old couple, they can still make do with a hard life. They have to raise the bloodline left by their son, right? Xu Xiao has an adopted son, Chu Lushan. You know him? He likes to drink human milk. One day, Old Xu and his wife went to the city to sell eggs, preparing to exchange some money to buy a few fish for their daughter-in-law. When they returned home, they found that their grandson had fallen off the kang and froze to death in the cold wave that year. The daughter-in-law disappeared until three days later, when the soldiers of the Fat Tiger Camp sent the daughter-in-law back with her XX cut off, leaving two taels of silver and leaving."

"The daughter-in-law was shocked to hear that her child was gone. She was filled with grief and anger, and she jumped into the well that night and drowned in the cold water. When the mother-in-law saw her daughter-in-law's body, she fainted from shock and went crazy when she woke up. Old Xu buried his daughter-in-law and grandson in his son's cenotaph alone, longing day and night to see that old dog Xu Xiao die tragically. I said, how can a tragic death be enough? The Xu family deserves to be damned forever, and never be reincarnated in this life after life. From then on, he followed me, serving me at my side and working hard without complaint."

Wang Mingyin frowned and said nothing. He was not concerned about Old Xu's story. He was concerned about the time logic within it. It took Lin Qing only a few months to go north from Xiangfan to Lingzhou. How could a fifty-year-old coolie who worked in an oil mill become a Half-Step Finger Profound Master in such a short period of time?
Chu Pingsheng continued: "It's a pity that he is old. If he were younger, the effect would be better."

Song Nianqing on the Yin-Yang Jujube Tree said, "He is telling a story, and he is also stalling for time."

Wang Mingyin looked back and saw that the groom, who had a pale face and blood gushing from his left arm, looked much calmer. The blood was no longer dripping and there was no sign of pain between his brows. However, his whole aura was rising steadily, and he had changed from his initial gloomy look. The murderous intent in his eyes was as condensed as substance, like a thorn in the skin or a knife at the throat.

Chu Pingsheng weighed the broken sword in his hand and said it was enough. He threw it away and Lao Xu caught it.

Wang Mingyin didn't know what happened. With the broken sword in hand, the horseman's momentum increased again, surpassing him, a veteran swordsman, and going towards the great swordsman. He realized that he couldn't continue to let the horseman's murderous aura increase, so he quickly poured in his true energy, straightened the golden soft sword, and raised another two feet of sword energy from the tip of the sword. The sword moved like a spear, and stabbed at Lao Xu's chest with a swift dragon. This time he didn't dare to underestimate his opponent. Every step he took, a piece of green tile was broken, rubble splashed, and the pond splashed and the sound of water continued.

Chu Pingsheng was no longer interested in watching the fight between the groom and Wuping Tianxia No. 11. He looked at the great celestial swordsman Song Nianqing, who had six long swords floating above his head and a jujube tree motionless under his feet, and said, "Use the fifteenth sword."

"how do you know……"

As the leader of the Dongyue Sword Pool, every time he comprehended a sword, he would forge a new sword. So far, he has comprehended fourteen swords and has forged fourteen swords. In fact, he also has a fifteenth sword, which is a real land immortal sword. And this fifteenth sword, the corresponding fifteenth sword, is himself.

Chu Pingsheng said: "Only in this way can you restore some dignity."

Song Nianqing was not like the veterans Chu Pingsheng had met before, who mocked him for his arrogance or showed disdain. Instead, he asked him again what the sword techniques of Breaking the Nine Swords on Horseback and Breaking the Fourteen Swords on Horseback were.

"The nameless supreme sword art."

The supreme sword art is what Wuming learned from studying the Holy Spirit Sword Art. Chu Pingsheng, as the nephew-in-law of the Sword Saint, also learned the Sword Sect's supreme skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. After experiencing Wuming's supreme sword art, it is certainly not difficult for him to make it his own.

"Who is Wuming?"

"You have too many questions."

A whirlwind arose, and Chu Pingsheng rose to the same height as Song Nianqing. His expression was cold, and the icy sword intent spread out like waves. The dead branches on the shady side of the jujube tree that had been struck by lightning broke silently and fell to the ground one after another.

Song Nianqing looked far into the east, silently chanting the name of his deceased wife, and with a sudden wave of his arms, the eight long swords on his back were all suspended in the air. Together with the other six long swords, they turned into fourteen rays of light, tearing through the night sky and flying towards the residence outside the city of Li Yibai, his disciple who came to Xiangfan with him. Before the action, the master and disciple had an agreement that no matter what the outcome of tonight, Li Yibai must not enter the city to participate in the battle. After all, his battle with Lin Qing was a result of Zhao Chun's imperial edict sent to the Dongyue Sword Pool, and he had to do it. There was no hatred between the two sides, and he did not want his own disciple to be involved in the confrontation between the royal family and the rebels.

Chu Pingsheng did not stop the fourteen swords and remained as indifferent as before, even though his groom used the broken sword to cut open the sleeve of Wang Mingyin's robe and chopped off the three fingers that had held the "Collected Works of Zhu Gong" and still had the scent of books.

Song Nianqing reached into his arms and took out the pair of white-soled cloth shoes that his late wife had made for him before she died. Although he had never been willing to wear them, they had faded and become a pair of old shoes due to constant touching. He stared at them for a while, then put the shoes away. The white hair behind him fluttered in the wind, his clothes fluttered, blood rushed to his head, and the leaves and branches of the jujube tree on the sunny side beneath him shattered piece by piece. An unsettling sword energy rose into the sky, straight up to the heavens.

Soon, clouds formed, thunder roared, and it was about to rain. The whole Xiangfan City was in turmoil. Beams of sword energy diverged from him, as powerful as a dragon, with sword lights everywhere.

Song Nianqing's body disappeared without a trace, and his sword energy turned into a dragon, as if there was an immortal sitting on it, rushing towards Chu Pingsheng with infinite pressure. He was not in a hurry, and said "very good". He raised his hands, raised his Confucian robe lightly, and three huge golden wheels appeared in front of him. Under his palm prints, the sword light of the immortal riding a dragon was bound. After the first golden wheel went down, the sword light quickly dimmed. After the second golden wheel went down, the sword force quickly weakened. The third golden wheel was left. Chu Pingsheng raised his hand and wiped it, and the golden wheel dissipated. Black and white air appeared behind him, and the head and tail turned, yin and yang rotated, the light and momentum weakened, and the fifteenth sword, which still had sword intent, turned around and stabbed towards Cao Changqing, the third best in the world, who had been standing at the north wall of the plum garden and watching the excitement for a long time.

The might of the sword immortal was unstoppable. Cao Changqing defended urgently, and the strong wind rose from the ground, turning into a roc in the air, and struck the jade-breaking sword that was turned by Chu Pingsheng. Boom, lightning split the sky, rain sprinkled the universe, the sword light collapsed, the wind roc turned into smoke, and the entire plum garden was almost razed to the ground. Cao Changqing's blue clothes were shattered, and he fled with blood on his lips after seeing the man who had collected all his magical powers and let the drizzle hit him.

Chu Pingsheng did not chase after him. He just flashed and came to the side of the seriously injured and dying Song Nianqing: "You are still a little short of opening the sky gate with the sword." He slapped down with his palm, hitting the old man's chest which was injured by Feng Peng and was covered with scars.

Song Nianqing closed his eyes and waited for death, but he didn't expect that a stream of vitality was injected into his dried up meridians, enveloping his broken dantian and pulling him back from the brink of death.

"why?"

"Since the shoes were not saved, I will give you one year to return to Dongyue and reunite with your wife." Chu Pingsheng looked at him calmly: "I don't think anyone would be interested in an old man who has lost his martial arts skills."

Song Nianqing stood up with difficulty and asked again: "Why?"

He didn't think that Lin Qing had any reason to let him go. He first crippled the Qingzhou navy and then killed the Celestial Swordsman. If this kind of thing were to be spread, it would save him a lot of trouble in the future and would be conducive to his rebellion and entrepreneurship.

"Why do you have so many questions?"

Chu Pingsheng took a few steps back and looked at Cuihua, who had been crushed to death by a beam in the ruins of the small building because she would rather die than become a disciple. He spat and said, "I am happy with it."

"..."

Song Nianqing was speechless.

The rain got heavier, making crackling sounds on the ground. There was no moonlight or lightning, and the night was as dark as ink. Suddenly, a big hand broke through the ground and grasped Chu Pingsheng's left foot, and soon his right foot. Under the big hand was a pair of dark red wrist armor.

Song Nianqing shouted, "Be careful, it's General Fu Jiahong."

"I thought it would stay buried in the dirt."

Chu Pingsheng bent down and punched the ground. The terrifying force spread like a wave, and the whole yard shook continuously. A shock wave rose into the sky, carrying black soil everywhere. A red general with talisman armor flew into the sky. Chu Pingsheng took the opportunity to slap the talisman general with his palm, hitting the red armor's head. Puff, the armor that could withstand swords and knives could not withstand the palm force, and the puppet inside exploded into a ball of meat. The red armor was broken into eight pieces and fell to the ground. Two drops of blood fell on the hem of the Confucian shirt, which caused a wave of disgust.

"Son."

Chu Pingsheng turned around when he heard the voice, and saw a man walking in the dense rain curtain, with a broken sword on his belt and a bloody head in his hand. His eyes were wide open, as if he could not accept the fact that he died at the hands of a groom's sword.

"Yes, this sword suits you very well. Keep it for killing Kitakuri."

Chu Pingsheng said, "Zhao Heng and his son are in the house in front of the palace. Go and catch them."

"Yes."

Old Xu threw Wang Mingyin's head on the ground, jumped south, and disappeared after a few bounces. Song Nianqing's martial arts were ruined, but the eyesight of the sword master was still there. I couldn't figure out how Lin Tanhua's groom did it. Half-step Zhixuan to half-step Tianxiang equals one hand?

……

When Song Nianqing made the fifteenth sword strike, Zhao Kai was frightened by the sword energy that soared into the sky. He thought to himself that if it were him, he would not be able to withstand the murderous intent carried by the sword energy, and Lin Qing would not be able to escape tonight. Taking a step back, if he survived, the local general Hongjia would also chase and kill him. The biggest variable was Cao Changqing, a rebellious madman and a patriot. It was hard to guarantee that the two would not join forces, but Huang Longshi said that Cao Changqing's master had a feud with Lin Qing, and there was no basis for cooperation between the two sides.

Anyway, for him, the more chaos the world has, the better. If Lin Qing dies, Xu Fengnian also dies, Xu Xiao will definitely rebel, and Princess Sui Zhu will die again, and things will be impossible to suppress. From the perspective of blood relationship, Zhao Fengya is his sister, but as an illegitimate child who cannot be shown on the stage, his name is not even on the family tree. He is not as close to Zhao Fengya as his cousin Zhao Xun. If Zhao Xun can kill her, why can't he kill her?

boom!
A muffled sound came from the front right, Zhao Xun was suddenly awakened, looked sideways, and saw a heavy figure breaking through the outer wall of the T-shaped courtyard, and smashing heavily on the blue brick road, smashing a deep pit of an inch, and then no more movement. He recognized it as his water armor, and hurried forward to check, only to see a heavy sword mark running from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, the red armor that was invulnerable to swords and spears, and the famous sword was difficult to injure was completely broken, and the puppet's bones and internal organs were twisted into a ball of rotten meat by the sword energy, just barely maintaining its human form.

Zhao Kai looked towards the courtyard with raised brows, very puzzled. Lin Qing went to Prince Jing'an's Mansion to cuckold Zhao Heng, and was fighting with Wu family's sword servants Cuihua, Song Nianqing, Wang Mingyin and others. Cao Changqing also ran to join in the fun. The Fire Kirin and the Big Eagle each had their opponents. The A-shaped courtyard was protected by the highly advanced Li Yufu, and there were only a group of maids left in the D-shaped courtyard. Where did the great master who could split the red armor of Fu Jiang with a sword come from?
ps: Okay, I won’t be so literary later on. I can write normally and it will be easier.

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