Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

"determine."

The woman in white nodded.

"Don't blame me if you die."

Su Xuan pursed his lips, slowly stretched out his right hand, squeezed his fingers into a sword, and forced out a sword energy, as fast as lightning, towards the woman in white.

The latter pulled out the saber violently, slashing out a bright and shimmering saber light, tearing apart the void, and heading towards the sword aura.

When he first entered the Jianjian Building, this long saber was a first-class peerless weapon in the world, and the blade was bright.

But now, the knife was covered with pitted fingerprints, and the long knife was in dilapidated condition, no different from a piece of broken iron.

The light of the sword moved towards the light of the sword, and when the two collided, the light of the sword shattered instantly, and the sword energy pierced through the air, heading towards the woman in white.

She slashed out the second time again, but there was no difference, the sword qi shattered, and the light of the sword collapsed.

"puff"

The moment the sword touched the woman's body, it exploded, and the terrifying power contained in it exploded. The howling wind pushed the woman's body to fly backwards uncontrollably, smashing the walls of two courtyards before stopping.

After a while, the woman in white struggled to stand up from the ruins, her pretty face was pale, and her delicate body was trembling.

There was only half of the long knife left in her hand. She lowered her head and looked at her chest. The white gown was not damaged in the slightest.

That sword, on the premise of not hurting her clothes, penetrated into her body, almost shattering all the meridians and internal organs of her body.

Such a terrifying method of controlling strength is rare in the world.

"Is this the [-]% of your strength now?"

She walked out from the smoke and dust, sheathed half of the long knife, and watched the man in the white robe slowly spread his sword fingers away and put his hands behind his back.

"Isn't this dead?"

Su Xuan pretended to be surprised, and then grinned loudly: "Not bad, not bad, there is progress."

"¨‖Hmph, don't think I don't know, you pulled back at the last moment."

The woman in white snorted coldly, and limped towards the sword washing tower. This point, I am afraid that without two months of cultivation, she will not be able to practice her skills anymore.

"My lord, why did you hit such a heavy hand and beat Sister Nangong like this?"

Ya'er came over and said angrily: "If this continues, the healing medicine in our mansion will almost run out."

"Who told her to come to me every now and then?"

Su Xuan pouted: "Besides, this is [-]% of the power she requested."

"Hurry up and send her the medicine."

After finishing speaking, he yawned, stepped into the small garden, and walked into the boundless wind and snow. The goose feather snow fell on his body and melted instantly, and the faint coolness entered his body and flowed all over his body.

"Before I knew it, it was another year of autumn."

He put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and looked at the vast white sky. Everything he looked at was plain white, with no end in sight.

No matter what your cultivation level is, when you are in this world, you will feel your own insignificance.

And at this time

Thousands of miles away, the god capital of Wu Zhou was also covered by heavy snow. The Nishang Palace was shrouded in the wind and snow, and guards from the imperial army were on duty outside.

The cold wind was completely blocked by the palace gate, and the gauze curtains were flying inside. Empress Wu Zhou, who had returned from a busy day of political affairs, stepped into the palace of neon clothes, took off her dragon robe, and the real heat reverberated.

The old woman brought a cup of boiled ginseng soup, put it on the table, and said: "Miss, the end of the year is approaching, you should take a rest."

"are you asleep?"

She picked up the ginseng soup and asked softly.

"Just fell asleep."

The old woman replied.

"That's fine."

Between Wu Yue'er's eyebrows, there was a little laziness. After drinking the soup, she leaned on the dragon chair. Only at this time did she feel that she was not Wu Zhou's emperor.

"This man is strange to say."

She said: "Before I sat on the throne, all I thought in my heart was to become the emperor, but when I really became the king of a country, I always had an idle dream in my heart."

"Miss, do you miss Mr. Su?"

The old woman said: "How about I send someone to send a letter to invite Mr. Su to come to Shendu for the New Year's Day." (Qian Zhao's)

"never mind."

Wu Yueer shook her head: "I don't really think about it."

"Last night, I heard the young lady chanting Mr. Su's name when she was talking in her sleep."

The old woman's words were inappropriate.

But Wu Yue'er was not angry, she just said: "Grandma must have heard wrong."

"Maybe."

The old woman sighed.

The New Year's Eve is approaching, and the Palace of Sanchuan Palace is extremely busy. Because Sanchuan is already rich, and this year, it has captured most of the cities of Jingzhou and Jizhou, so the salaries and subsidies distributed this year are much richer than in previous years.

The king of Sanchuan was also sensible, he never cared about these matters, and he didn't have the intention to intervene, instead he started to arrange the palace.

He even made various plans for the New Year's Eve, not to mention, this prince is a bit good at eating, drinking and having fun.

Making this year's New Year's Eve extremely lively, with countless tricks, even Su Xuan's eyes were wide open.

All of a sudden, the Lantern Festival is here, and the old and new are coming, and the snow in Sanchuan is gradually getting lighter.

On the early morning of the 22nd of the first lunar month, there was light snow fluttering. In the small garden, many maids gathered in front of the warm house, all of them looked excited, as if they were waiting for something.

for a long time

A man in a white robe walked out of it, with his hands behind his back, Su Xuan glanced at the crowd, and said rather speechlessly: "Why do you want to go out so much?"

"Of course I do."

Qiu'er waved her small fists.

"Young master, choose me."

Another maid also said.

"Don't worry."

Su Xuan shook his head, with a thought, the next moment, the sword box in the hut vibrated, and then a Qingfeng sword flew out of it, turned into a stream of light, and went towards the maids.

"This sword belongs to Longhushan, whoever snatches it belongs to him."

He opened his mouth slowly.

"I come."

Qiu'er took the lead, pointed her toes, stretched out her plain hand, and grabbed the Qingfeng sword.

Chapter 180 Five: The Coercion of Shaolin

As if they didn't care about the layers of sword light wrapped around the sword, the rest of the maids were not willing to lag behind, they also stimulated their true energy, soared into the air, and grabbed the Qingfeng sword.

A series of beautiful shadows shuttled and fought in the sky above the small garden, full of true energy, and the shadows of palms and fists filled the air. However, these maids did not kill, and their targets were all towards the Qingfeng sword.

Qiu'er was entangled by four or five maids, missed the Qingfeng sword, after landing, stomped her feet, and said angrily: "You bully the few with the more, and you don't pay attention to martial arts."

"Hee hee, big sister Qiu'er, whoever grabs it will get it."

The rest of the maids smiled happily.

"This sword, let me do it."

An unquestionable voice sounded in the small garden, and a beautiful figure rushed out, wrapped in a long white dress, rushing into the figure, with fists and feet, knocked all the maids back, swept Qingfeng's white hand Holding the sword, he stepped out in two steps and landed in front of the hut.

The corners of the skirt are fluttering, the fairy air is permeating, the blue silk shawl, and that face, which is enough to make all the women in the world eclipse, is Zhu Yuyan.

"Sister Yan'er, you made a move, how can we grab it?"

Ya'er puffed her cheeks.

"That's right, Sister Ya'er, you are so powerful."

All the maids laughed and trembled.

"Cough cough."

Holding Qingfeng sword in his arms, Zhu Yuyan said softly: "Don't worry, there are 23 swords in the sword box, young master, all of them are there."

"Yes."

In front of the hut door, Su Xuan grinned and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, there's more, since Yan'er has made a move, let Yan'er go this trip to Longhu Mountain."

"get ready."

He raised his eyebrows, pointed his sword, and the second Qingfeng sword rushed out of the sword box, turned into a stream of light, and rushed into Xiaoyuan.

"This sword belongs to Shaolin."

As soon as the words fell, a figure immediately appeared: "This trip to Shaolin, I will go."

It was Liu Sheng Piaoxu, who stepped towards the sky, as fast as lightning, and grabbed the second Qingfeng sword with his hands.

The rest of the maids didn't even react.

"The third sword, Shangqing Jianzong."

With a finger of Su Xuan's sword, the third Qingfeng sword came out of its sheath, and was snatched by Ya'er.

"The fourth sword, Taishang Daomen."

"Fifth Sword, Bitter Zen."

"The sixth sword, Banruo Temple."

"The seventh sword, Nianhuazong."

"The eighth sword, Wen Daozong."

"The Ninth Sword, Fallen Leaf Hall."

"The tenth sword, Xuanwu Pavilion."

"No.11 sword."

"No.12 sword."

Qingfeng swords were unsheathed one by one, rolled up streams of light, and were caught by maids one by one. When all 24 Qingfeng swords were unsheathed, the maids who snatched the swords were overjoyed, while those who didn't snatched showed envy. color.

Twenty-four maids headed by Zhu Yuyan stood in the courtyard. Su Xuan stretched out his right hand and tapped it on the void. In an instant, twenty-eight seventy-four sword lights shot out and penetrated into the sword.

"Go."

After doing this, he lost his momentum, withdrew his palm, and said calmly, then turned and stepped into the hut.

Holding the unpretentious Qingfeng sword in his arms, Zhu Yuyan walked out of the small garden first, and stepped out of the Sanchuan Palace.

The 24 maids held swords in their arms and went out of Sanchuan to the land of Kyushu, which immediately attracted the attention of the whole world.

Many people are very curious, what does the Green Bamboo Sword God want to do after being silent for a long time?

But soon, the world will know.

Ten months later, the stunningly beautiful woman in a long white dress, holding a Qingfeng sword in her arms, slowly stepped into the boundary of Longhu Mountain, wrapped in wind and snow.

Standing in front of the gate of Longhu Mountain, there is a vast snowstorm above the head, and there are continuous mountains behind. A big river set off turbulent waves, separating Longhu Mountain and Huishan Mountain.

The beautiful figure holding the sword in his arms slowly raised his head and looked at this ancient temple that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The corners of the skirt fluttered, the ribbons flew, flakes of snow fell between the foreheads, and the creamy skin was whiter than the snow.

It was Zhu Yuyan who came from Sanchuan.

The moment she appeared, the three celestial masters of Longhushan had already sensed this aura, walked out of the main hall, and rushed down the mountain gate with the disciples of Longhushan, all with vigilant expressions.

In the battle of Baili Bamboo Sea, Longhushan lost two old celestial masters at the crossing of the river. In order to weaken Su Xuan's spirit, Zhao celestial master did not hesitate to mobilize his natal Zijinlian, forcibly broke into the land fairyland, and mobilized [-]% of Longhushan's celestial beings. Luck, borrowing the power of subduing demons from the ancestors of the upper realm of Longhu Mountain, cut out a sword to seek death.