Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 259 [Sword Slashing Luck]

"you dare?!"

There were angry words, accompanied by the sound of the ancient sword, whistling.

There is a sword coming from Wudang Mountain thousands of miles away.

It landed in front of Xu Zhihu.

The yellow crane came to Beiliang, and a young Taoist priest, like a meteor falling, landed in the sweet-scented osmanthus garden in an instant.

Rao was an assassin with a tenacious mind and a mortal heart who just jumped off the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and was immediately dumbfounded.

A flying sword smashed the black long sword in his hand instantly.

That simple fairy sword hangs in the air strangely.

Not long after, a young Taoist priest appeared in front of him instantly.

This Taoist's behavior is even more unbelievable. He looked to the southeast and said angrily:

"Zhao Xuansu, believe it or not, I, Hong Xixiang, can cut off your Zhao family's luck!"

Yu Luo, that ancient sword disappeared in an instant.

Longhu Mountain, in front of the mountain gate, the scabbard fell straight from the sky to the earth.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient sword flew over and happened to return to the scabbard.

When the ancient sword was sheathed, the entire Longhu Mountain shook violently.

Then, although there was no trace of the immortal, there was a voice from the immortal:

"Zhao Huangchao, believe it or not, Hong Xixiang's sword can cut off your Zhao family's luck!"

After all, nine of the lotus of luck in Longchi withered in an instant!

Although Zhao Huangchao was dead and his soul was gone, but before he died, he left behind a lot of tricks and tricks.

Xu Qianqiu's butterfly effect allowed Xu Zhihu to escape the assassination in the south of the Yangtze River and return to Beiliang, but he was also unavoidable.

Even if there is no swordsman Yuan Tingshan, there will be another Yuan Tingshan.

Hong Xixiang, the reincarnation of Lu Zu, saw through the identity of the person with just one glance, and angrily killed Longhushan's luck.

In the ancestral hall of Tianshi Mansion, there are many enshrined ancestors who have been enshrined for a century or a thousand years, and many memorial tablets fell to the ground one after another.

In Longhushan, a middle-aged Taoist was very angry, looked at the Demon Slaying Platform, and shouted:

"Hong Xixiang, I don't care if you are the reincarnation of Lu Dongxuan or Qi Xuanjiao, but if you act against the sky, aren't you afraid of catastrophe?!"

The immortal spoke again, like thunder from the sky, landed on the Demon Slaying Platform, and came from afar:
"Practice the small path, it has reached seven hundred cold and heat, what can I do for a mere catastrophe?!"

Beiliang, Osmanthus Garden.

In all directions, more than a hundred masters are waiting in full force, as long as there is a slight change at that moment, they can smash their corpses into thousands of pieces.

If you miss one hit, you will never have another chance.

The young Taoist priest, the black-clothed assassin, was already bleeding from his seven orifices before he could make a move.

After gritting his teeth, he smashed through the wall and retreated again and again, his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

Not long after, someone broke his tendons and hamstrings, and pushed him to the prison.

The rest of the people surrounded the young Taoist priest with all their might.

The safe and sound little maid, Er Qiao, tugged at the sleeve of the woman in front of her, and said blankly:
"Miss, is that a fairy from the sky?"

Xu Zhihu's eyes were red, he turned his head away, not to look at the young Wudang master uncle.

This little Taoist priest riding a blue bird was born today, which is the year when Ping first got angry.

Xu Zhihu acted like a little girl angry, and said:

"What kind of god is it? It's just a stinky Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain."

Riding a crane down to Beiliang, the young Taoist kept saying that even the catastrophe of that day was extremely disdainful.

However, at this moment, there was a trace of embarrassment, which made Er Qiao, the maid, quite puzzled.

A big yellow crane slowly descended and stopped in the courtyard, blowing down countless osmanthus seeds.

Finally, Xu Zhihu turned his head and asked in a deep voice:
"What are you doing in Beiliang!?"

Er Qiao saw that the Taoist blushed and hesitated to speak.

She thought to herself, this Immortal Taoist Priest has a thin skin too, right?
Xu Zhihu turned his head slowly and asked:

"who are you?"

The youngest master-uncle in Wudang Mountain has always been placed with high hopes, and he shoulders the way of heaven.

At this moment, he was shy and said in a low voice, "I am Hong Xixiang."

Xu Zhihu asked repeatedly: "What are you doing in Beiliang?"

The young Taoist priest finally plucked up his courage and said:

"That year at Lotus Peak, you said you wanted to ride a crane."

She turned her back on the coward.

As soon as he stepped into the realm of land gods, the Taoist who said that he cut off the luck of the Zhao Dynasty with a single sword, took a deep breath and said with a smile:

"Xu Zhihu, I like you!"

The voice, finally no longer cowardly, full of energy.

"Whether you believe it or think it's ridiculous, I have liked you for more than seven hundred years."

"So, in this world, no one has liked you longer than me."

"In the next life, I will still like you."

The maid, Er Qiao, blinked her watery eyes, her little head was a mess, and she could only see the young lady covering her mouth, crying and laughing.

This is even more understandable!
It seems that the young lady said that she is young and ignorant, so it should be true.

The young Taoist slowly stretched out his hand and said softly:
"Where do you want to go, I will accompany you."

On this day, the young head teacher of Wudang rode a crane to Beiliang, and together with Xu Zhihu, rode a crane away from the rivers and lakes.

Immortals rode cranes to Beiliang, entered the rivers and lakes, and left the rivers and lakes.

His Royal Highness and his party have boarded Emperor Wu City to watch the battle, and the viewing angle is excellent.

The child with a strange identity, counting his fingers, his face turned pale.

He smashed the wine bowl in his hand, smashed the wine jar, overturned the wine table, and rolled and splashed on the road.

There were a lot of tears and snot, crying heartbreakingly, looking extremely pitiful.

Looking at it, it feels like the old flower picker on the horse, whose head was slaughtered at the moment, crying bitterly like losing his own father.

The little boy rolled on the ground, covered in dust, and finally stood in the middle of the road with his hips on his hips, facing the southwest direction, wiped away his snot and tears, and cursed:

"Fucking Zhao Huangchao, you bastard, you don't behave properly.

You are dead, why are you still competing with Longhushan?
Back then, the Heavenly Master's Mansion didn't let the woman you like go up the mountain to burn incense. Are you still like this now?
Also, Lu Zu, you shameless old man, your younger generation is playing tricks, you old guy who has practiced Taoism for several lifetimes, why are you so angry?

Don't fucking think that if you are Lu Zu, the poor dare not scold you behind your back.

Of course, Pindao is trying to reason with you, so don't fight with me!
Nine luck lotuses, nine!

Is it easy for the poor to keep a family for a lifetime with diligence and thrift?

is it easy? ! ! ! "

At the end, the impoverished children started to sob and choke, their small shoulders trembled and shrugged.

Really, those who hear it cry, and those who see it are sad.

Xu Qianqiu turned his head and glanced in the direction of Longhu Mountain, with a gloating expression on his face.

The one who rides the green bull backwards, well done!

This sword can be said to have accelerated the decline of the Zhao Dynasty.

Looking at the East China Sea from a distance, there are crowded people.

Xu Qianqiu glanced at Long Yuxuan, and asked with a smile: "Aren't you going to comfort your son?"

Although they were far apart, the voice was extremely clear, as if it was right next to their ears.

Hearing this, Long Yuxuan suddenly felt ashamed and at a loss, his face twitched and his head was covered in cold sweat.

son?

Gua Wazi, who can be honored as "Old Immortal" by the new sword god, has a huge advantage for him to recognize his grandfather.

But at this moment, that childish boy turned his head and called out "Father" to Long Yuxuan.

Long Yuxuan is the clay bodhisattva, and finally got a little angry, and immediately replied:
"Old ancestor, don't play tricks, I call you dear ancestor, okay?"

Zhitong rolled his eyes and said: "Calling you dad, you are dad?

Then if I go to the capital and call him the emperor's grandson, is he really my grandson?

Look at your potential! "

(End of this chapter)