At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 201 Borrowing the Sword
Throughout the ages, there have been very few who have been able to cross the Heavenly Gate and attain the Tao and ascend to heaven. This is all because they are invincible among their peers.

But whether it was Shi Xinyuan or Nie Si Niang, they both suppressed the impulse in their hearts.

Not to mention that the Sky Gate has not been opened yet. Even if it is opened, anyone who goes out will only die.

Xiliang Hou Xiao Han and the old Sword God were fighting outside Tianmen. Anyone who set foot on the battlefield where the two were fighting would have no way out, not to mention the great masters of the Celestial Realm. Even an ordinary land immortal would have died.

"Senior, you are old after all, and your strength control is not very good."

In the sky, Xiao Han teased, and punched towards the dark crack with his right hand. The terrifying force of the punch burst the crack.

Countless immortal lights and spiritual energy were annihilated, the gap expanded, and after a moment, it was completely destroyed.

The gate of heaven will open soon, but before it opens, the gate of heaven will be directly shattered.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hands, and within his spiritual platform, the divine beast's hooves moved, activating the thirteenth level of the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Just like before, he reached out with both hands to grab the sword energy that was about to open the sky gate, simply and roughly.

"chichichi"

"chichichi"

The sword energy collided with the palm, sparks flew, Xiao Han's body kept retreating, the sword energy roared, and snow flew towards him.

A crack appeared faintly in the protective energy on his body.

"What a terrifying sword that opens the gate to heaven."

He thought to himself, stepped on the void, steadied his body, and released Three-Point Return to Origin Qi to protect his body. His hands were like magic needles that stabilized the sea.

The five fingers were like iron clamps, holding the sword energy tightly, and the five fingers were closed together.

"Bah"

The old sword god's most powerful martial art, the Sword to Open the Sky Gate, was crushed by Xiao Han with just his bare hands.

Countless sword energies slashed at him, but were all blocked by the protective qi, causing only slight ripples.

His body shook slightly, like a divine beast, carrying countless huge forces, and he pounced forward. His five white fingers shattered the void, crossed hundreds of feet, appeared in front of the one-armed old man, and punched him.

The terrifying force of the fist spread, and the cold air surged, covering the sky and the earth. The cold wave surged in the sky and on the ground.

Within a radius of several thousand feet, azure blue frost spread. It was the Sky Frost Fist, one of the three ultimate skills.

"boom"

The one-armed old man drew his sword, cut off the cold wave, and swept back to avoid the most violent cold air.

He appeared several hundred feet away, with a solemn expression on his face, and his gray hair and coarse linen clothes were stained with a little frost.

Countless azure ice crystals were floating in the sky and on the ground. Xiao Han knocked the one-armed old man back with one punch. He did not stop, but stretched out his hands again, formed a palm seal, and used the Paiyun Palm.

Thousands of palm prints wrapped in ice crystals filled the sky, covering the entire sky and blocking the one-armed old man from all directions.

The sword energy crossed the sky, and the sky and the earth were all shaken by this sword energy. The one-armed old man took action and shattered half of the palm prints with one sword.

However, the remaining palm prints gathered together and turned into one palm, which was pressed towards the one-armed old man's heart meridian.

"boom"

The three-foot wind and snow sword shattered, and the one-armed old man had to use his finger as a sword to fight Xiao Han.

"boom"

A surge of palm power burst out, and the body of the old sword god who was invincible in the world sixty years ago flew backwards.

"boom"

After a few breaths, the one-armed old man fell from the sky and landed at the foot of Qingzhou City. His face was pale and there was a little blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Senior's swordsmanship is indeed unrivaled in ancient and modern times."

The pale-faced man stepped on the void and landed opposite the one-armed old man. With his bare hands, he broke three sword moves of Li Jianshen.

Not to mention his hands, even his clothes were not the slightest bit messy.

Even from then on to the end, the long sword at his waist was never unsheathed.

Facing the compliments from the younger generation, the one-armed old man's face turned as black as charcoal, and he said unhappily: "Boy, you are so ungrateful after getting the advantage."

"Ha ha"

He laughed loudly, and after a moment, the laughter faded away. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Senior, do you have any other sword moves?"

If not, you can leave."

"As for Liu Xuanxuan and the Buddha's bone relics."

He casually glanced at the Shadow Mountain Walker Liu Xuanxuan, who was in a very miserable state, with blood oozing out of the knife wound on her chest.

"It's all mine."

"You devil."

Liu Xuanxuan’s pretty face turned pale.

"childish."

Xiao Han shook his head. "There is no such thing as black and white, good and evil in this world. As the saying goes, the world is bustling with people because of profit, and the world is bustling with people because of profit."

"Shadow Mountain is leading the Buddhist sect to enter Jizhou just for their own benefit. Don't make it sound so high-sounding." "I didn't see it before, you are quite insightful."

The one-armed old man joked.

There was no sign of regret after the defeat.

"Senior, it's boring to stay in Jizhou."

Xiao Han invited him, "Why don't you come to my Xiliang, so that I can learn the way of the sword from you."

"Haha."

The one-armed old man shook his head and laughed: "I'm fine staying in Jizhou."

Then he said: "This battle is not over yet."

"Senior, feel free to use whatever tricks you have."

He put his hands behind his back and his white robe fluttered.

"Boy, let me lend you my sword."

The old sword god spoke, stretched out his one arm, spread his five fingers, and shouted, "Sword, come."

next moment.

Wudang Mountain is thousands of miles away.

It's snowing heavily.

Splash and splash.

The mountains and fields are all white, and the rivers are still.

Inside the Zhenwu Hall.

The young Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged, wearing a clean white Taoist robe, and was originally dozing off.

But with the sound of a sword coming from the one-armed old man outside Qingzhou City, the young Taoist priest was suddenly awakened.

"Borrow my sword?"

The young Taoist priest muttered: "Should I lend you this sword or not?"

"That's fine."

The young Taoist priest said, "I'll lend you my sword."

"Marquis Xiliang, with this sword, the grudge between you and my Wudang is now settled."

These words were directed to Xiao Han.

With his fingers pinched into a sword, the ancient sword hanging outside the Zhenwu Hall hummed. In a moment, the three-foot ancient sword was unsheathed, turned into a stream of light, rushed out of Wudang, rushed into the heavy snow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Under the city of Qingzhou.

Xiao Han frowned.

"Marquis Xiliang, with this sword, the grudge between you and Wudang is now settled."

The voice of the young Taoist priest from Wudang rang in my ears.

After a moment's hesitation, he looked in the direction of Wudang and nodded slightly, "Okay."

"I didn't want to borrow this sword."

The one-armed old man said, "But you are a little too strong."

"I really can't defeat him, so I can only borrow a sword from Wudang and give it a try."

"Borrow a sword?"

The people around were confused and had no idea what was going on.

Outside Qingzhou City.

The old Taoist figures confronted each other, but there was no aura rising into the sky, nor was there an overwhelming collision of internal forces.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Given Xiao Han and the one-armed old man's level and strength, it is almost impossible to kill each other.

At best, it can only determine the winner.

"call out"

Just when Yuwen Yulou, Nie Si Niang, Shi Xinyuan and others were puzzled, the loud sound of swords appeared in this world.

The flying snow in the sky was torn apart, and a beam of sword light was quickly coming towards Qingzhou City.

Jizhou.

Zhenbeihou Mansion.

Xie Xuanli, Marquis of Zhenbei, stood in the courtyard. The snow fluttered in the wind and landed on his shoulders. The cool wind blew on his body, and the biting cold entered his body, suppressing the anxiety in his heart.

Ever since Xiao Han entered Qingzhou, he became more irritable and couldn't sleep for whole nights.

(End of this chapter)