Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Not only that, her body, which was already exhausted and sore all over, gradually disappeared as the power of the medicine continued to wash through her body.

Boom! !

When the artillery fire came, Song Xuan didn't even look at it, but just raised his hand and pointed casually.

The Pure Yang Wuji Sword at his waist was suddenly unsheathed, turning into a stream of red light, which twisted in the air. Hundreds of solid shells turned into a pile of fragments, falling down.

After crushing the shell into pieces, the Chunyang Wuji Sword did not return to its sheath, but flew into the air like a long red dragon, and suddenly attacked the river bank on the left.

Tsk! !

I saw the long red dragon suddenly appear in the artillery battalion's formation. The red light flashed past the army formation, and in an instant, it appeared from one end of the formation to the other.

Of all the Qing troops in these two ends, no one was left alive. They were all turned into charred corpses with their heads and bodies cut into two pieces. As for the hundreds of cannons lined up on the river bank, without exception, they were all shattered into a pool of rotten iron!

"Flying sword?"

Yao Yue exclaimed, "Song Xuan, have you become a sword immortal?"

Song Xuan shook his head slightly. "It's just some tricks after condensing the flower of god. It can't be called a sword immortal."

This breakthrough increased his strength far beyond his expectations. After condensing the Flower of God, the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows was opened up, and his mental power was transformed into divine consciousness.

Spiritual consciousness can not only detect the surrounding situation, but also control objects through the air in conjunction with true qi.

Guided by the spirit and based on Qi, the Chunyang Wuji Sword rotates with one's own thoughts and can soar into the air like a flying sword. Although it cannot be said that it can take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away, but within ten miles, killing someone is just a matter of a finger snap!

"It's over!"

Huang Taiji's face was pale, his whole body was trembling, his legs were weak, and he collapsed on the ground in horror, not even thinking of escaping.

From the moment Song Xuan appeared, he knew that the situation was hopeless and there was no way to turn things around.

Especially after the other party demonstrated flying sword skills comparable to those in myths and legends, Huang Taiji gave up the idea of ​​escaping.

No matter how fast you run, can you be faster than a flying sword?

Moreover, he could feel that an extremely terrifying spiritual will had locked him tightly. If he really wanted to escape, he was afraid that what was waiting for him would be purgatory-like torture.

Collapsing on the ground, Huang Taiji looked around and found that countless Qing soldiers, who had been full of fighting spirit, were now collapsing and fleeing. Even more of them had lost all their fighting spirit and knelt on the ground.

Facing a martial arts master like Yao Yue, they could still rely on their numbers, firearms and crossbows to fight.

But facing a land immortal like Song Xuan who could make flying swords whistle with a wave of his hand and kill thousands of people with a flash of sword light, no one could muster the slightest desire to fight.

How can humans fight against immortals?

"Down!"

Huang Taiji knelt on the floor and kowtowed from a distance towards where Song Xuan was.

"The Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji, is willing to surrender!"

But Song Xuan, who was holding Yao Yue with one arm, didn't even look at him. Instead, he pointed at the Qing soldiers who were fleeing in all directions, lowered his head and whispered in Yao Yue's ear: "Kill these people!"

Yao Yue smiled, her eyebrows curved into crescent shapes, "You don't need it anymore?"

Song Xuan nodded.

"Then I won't be polite! I've been on the defensive all this time, and I've been fuming for a long time!"

After swallowing two pills, Yao Yue's internal Qi had been mostly restored, and her physical condition had gradually returned to its peak. At this moment, she could no longer suppress the murderous intent in her heart.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from being beaten by Song Xuan, when have I ever been so frustrated and passively beaten!

Today, she, Yao Yue, is determined to kill him to pieces!

Whoosh!

Yao Yue touched the water surface with her toes and jumped up, like a white cloud floating in the wind, and rushed towards the fleeing Qing army with a long sword in hand.

Song Xuan smiled as he watched his fiancée rush into the rebel army and kill people. He did not follow her, but raised his hand towards the river water under his feet.

call out!

A dark long sword fell into his hands.

This sword is the sword of Mu Dao Ren, and it seems to be made of black iron.

Logically speaking, this kind of magic sword should be quite heavy, but I don’t know if it is mixed with some other materials. After I got the sword, it only weighed a few dozen kilograms, which is not heavy.

The sword exuded a cold light all over. In the previous battle, this sword had collided with the Chunyang Wuji Sword countless times, but now it looked intact.

Even though Mu Dao Ren had been shattered into pieces, this magic sword still emitted a faint divine light and shone brightly, without being affected in the slightest.

"What a fine sword."

Song Xuan exclaimed in admiration, a smile appearing on his face. At his current level of cultivation, he no longer cared much about ordinary martial arts techniques, but he became more and more interested in the magic swords in the martial arts world.

Song Xuan had a plan in mind.

In a few years, he will be promoted to a perfect master, and then he will need a sword that best suits him.

And if you can collect famous swords from all over the world, re-melt and forge them, maybe you can create a natal sword that best suits you!

But there is no rush for this matter, just take your time. At least the Pure Yang Wuji Sword can still be used for a long time.

With a thought, Mu Dao Ren's sword circled in the air and then landed behind Song Xuan.

There was no scabbard, nor any rope to tie it, but it was carried on his back very harmoniously.

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Chapter 210: Little witch, you want to ruin my cultivation again!

Yao Yue was like a female war god, simply going crazy killing people.

Mu Dao Ren was dead, and there was no one in the entire Qingzhou area who could restrain her. She chased down a group of fleeing Qing troops without any pressure at all.

Song Xuan took a few casual glances and then stopped paying attention to it. Instead, he took a step forward and appeared at the riverside in a teleportation position.

He took another step forward and arrived directly at the area where Huang Taiji was.

Huang Taiji lay on the ground, not daring to move.

He knew that he was going to die, and all he wanted now was to die quickly.

"Young Master Song!"

At Ghost Villa, Shi He, the disciple of Mu Dao Ren, was the commander of Huang Taiji's guards. He did not kneel down, but looked at him calmly.

"Before I die, Young Master Song, could you please explain to me why my master, a Three-Flower Xiantian, is no match for you?"

As he spoke, he pointed at the river, "In that scene just now, you were probably gathering the divine flower, right? In other words, when you fought with my master, you weren't a Three Flower Innate, right?"

Song Xuan nodded.

Shi He was puzzled, "If that's the case, why did my master die?"

Song Xuan laughed, "Because your master is destined to die, he can't escape this disaster, so I came!"

Shi He was a little confused. What did it mean?

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Be more careful in your next life and you'll meet a better master!"

Shi He sighed and pleaded, "Can you leave us an intact body?"

"cannot!"

Song Xuan's face turned cold, and he waved his sleeves. Shi He and more than ten masters of Ghost Villa felt a huge force coming at them, and then their bodies exploded with a bang. Blood mist spread all over the sky, soaking Huang Taiji through and through.

My childhood sweetheart almost died here, and you still want her body intact?

Not dragging you to the Xuanyiwei prison and torturing you to a state worse than death is already Song Xuan’s last mercy!

When the floating blood mist approached Song Xuan, it seemed to encounter a barrier and drifted in other directions.

Song Xuan stood where he was, without even looking at Huang Taiji, but instead looked up at the sky, as if sensing something.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, sensing nothing.

He knew that after killing Mu Dao Ren, he definitely gained good luck, but good luck was something that could not be seen or touched. He just looked up at the sky to sense it, but could not find any trace of it.

"It's really sick!"

He complained to the sky.

He didn't know whether this world had any independent consciousness. If so, it must be a guy with a very bad taste.

Originally, after killing Mu Dao Ren, he was blessed with good luck and instantly felt like he was about to break through.

The feeling was very mysterious, and he clearly sensed that the breakthrough would not take long, but very short. As long as Yao Yue could withstand one or two waves of attacks, he would be able to complete the breakthrough.

Therefore, he confidently handed over the task of protecting the law to Yao Yue. He was very clear about the other party's strength, and it was not difficult to resist one or two waves of attacks from the Qing army.

Things were indeed as he had perceived. At first, everything went smoothly. The ancestral orifice between his eyebrows was opened, and his mental power began to condense into a flower and transformed into divine consciousness.

But when his consciousness was about to withdraw from the ancestral orifice after completing the breakthrough, an accident occurred and his consciousness was unable to withdraw.

Until the very last moment, when Yao Yue was about to fight to the death, his brows lit up, his consciousness returned to the sea of ​​​​consciousness, he broke out of the water, and heroically saved the beauty at the critical moment.

At that moment, he understood in his heart that the reason for this situation was definitely the intervention of the will of heaven and earth. As a person with good fortune, he seemed to have just enjoyed the treatment that only the protagonist could have - being saved in seconds!

The Son of Luck, the protagonist of heaven and earth, has exclusive skills. He must not appear on the scene unless it is a critical moment!

Song Xuan had no intention of catching him for a second, but the will of heaven and earth forced him to do so. It seemed that if he didn't catch him for a second and show off, the luck he had just gained after killing Mu Dao Ren would not show any miraculous effect.

In this regard, Song Xuan could only say, damn, you're sick!

Boom~~

High in the sky, the full moon was hidden, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

Song Xuan blinked. I just complained that you were sick, but you immediately gave me a bad look.

You are such a strong personality. When Mu Dao Ren cut your dragon vein, why didn't you just send down lightning to kill him?

After complaining in his heart about this world that seemed to have begun to develop a trace of independent consciousness, Song Xuan retracted his gaze and looked at Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji knelt on the ground. Feeling Song Xuan's gaze, his heart was pounding and his body couldn't help shaking.

Huang Taiji was wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head. Song Xuan waved his hand and the crown on his head fell to the ground, revealing his clearly visible hair.

You said he shaved his head, but the hair on the back of his head is very thick and he has a thick braid.

You say he didn't shave his head, but the front half of his head was shaved. From the front, everyone would think that the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty also shaved his head.

"Your hairstyle is different from what was required in your shaving order!"

Song Xuan said coldly, "Others are only allowed to have a small pigtail at the back of their heads. As the emperor, why don't you set an example yourself?"

Huang Taiji shrank back and said, "My lord, because, because that would not look good."

"So you know it doesn't look good!"

Song Xuan chuckled twice, "I thought you were just stupid and barbaric, but now it seems that's not the case. You are just bad!"

He was too lazy to pay attention to this person. He stood where he was, quietly feeling his own condition after his cultivation level improved.

After sorting out his own cultivation, he let out a sigh of relief.

He has just condensed the flower of god and he can already control the sword with his spiritual consciousness. If the three flowers gather together to transform into a martial arts spirit, what will it be like when he enters the realm of grandmaster?

The heavenly-level martial arts technique is indeed amazing. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like I'm practicing martial arts, but rather cultivating immortality.

In the second half of the night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were constant thunder and lightning, but not a drop of rain fell.

Song Xuan didn't know whether the heaven and earth were celebrating or trying to intimidate him.

At dawn, Yao Yue came back looking a little tired but extremely excited, and glanced at Huang Taiji with some curiosity.

"This fat guy hasn't been killed yet. Are you going to take him back to the imperial capital to offer sacrifices to the gods?"

When Huang Taiji heard the word "sacrifice to heaven", his body trembled even more violently. If he was escorted back to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he would definitely be subjected to the fate of slow slicing.

"I'll leave it for you to kill!" Song Xuan wiped the dust off her face and spoke softly.

"what?"

Yao Yue was a little slow to react. "This fat guy carries the nation's destiny. Killing him will definitely be beneficial. Will you leave it to me?"

Song Xuan nodded and rubbed her hair, "This is what you deserve!"

Yao Yue raised the corner of her mouth, "So, this is your reward for me?"

"Well, there's no need to be polite between us, right?"