my son is the king

Chapter 124 Thirteen Forms of Sword Explosion

A long time ago, there was a famous little girl. On the day she was born, a blood moon fell from the sky, and darkness enveloped the sky. Countless crows stood quietly on the branches with their hazy eyes open.

On the night when the little girl was born, blood rained from the sky, red raindrops flooded the whole world, and countless creatures screamed.

The little girl's parents thought it was an ominous omen, and the little girl's birth was abandoned by heaven and earth.

After discussing for a long time, her parents put the newborn child in the cradle, and then floated away along the rushing river in front of the house.

I want to leave everything to good luck and let her fend for herself.

A few days later, a fisherman living by the sea picked up the child.

He picked up the child in the cradle at the east end of the fishing river. It was a summer, and the river sparkled in the scorching sun.

The fisherman looked at the jade plaque hanging around the little girl's neck, which was engraved with the word cloud.

So he named the little girl Li Yunporridge.

The days passed day by day, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the little girl is already 15 years old.

This year, the fisherman was haunted by the same nightmare almost every day, and every time he closed his eyes, he would fall asleep.

In the dream, an old man told the fishermen that the little girl he adopted was the source of all disasters, and the old man asked him to kill the little girl.

And showed him a painting, which is the scene of the world 3000 years later.

A woman named Calamity Emperor wants to destroy the whole world. She is the source of disaster. No one can stop her. The only possibility is to smash her in the cradle.

The fishermen were plagued by nightmares and suffered unspeakably. Finally one day, the fishermen made up their minds and mixed Mongolian sweat medicine with their dinner.

Although the little girl is only 15 years old, she is already slim and sensible.

The little girl seemed to have noticed something, she was ice-snow and smart, but she still ate the supper with sweat medicine.

The fisherman hugged the little girl's unconscious body and threw her off the cliff. He once saved the disaster, and now he wants to end everything with his own hands.

It was a night, with the north wind whistling past, the edge of the cliff was jagged with strange rocks, and the sky was inexplicably dark.

The fisherman looked at the abyss-like cliff, and there was a man crying with his head in his arms.

The little girl's consciousness was in a coma, and her body fell down the cliff at an extremely fast speed. There was no possibility of surviving at a height of several hundred meters.

The strong wind was blowing in her ears, and she was still in a coma.

When she was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, a strange cry suddenly sounded.

A group of crows suddenly flew out from nowhere, they had the same black wings, and the same hazy eyes.

Just like the crows standing on the trees next to her house on the day the little girl was born.

The crows formed a small team, carried the little girl on their backs, and then slowly flew towards the bottom of the cliff.

When the crows were about to reach the bottom of the cliff, the crows dispersed and hid in unknown places, allowing the little girl's body to fall down.

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In Xia's house in Baimang City, Xia Chen was exercising in his dilapidated courtyard.

The scorching sun at noon was high in the sky, scorching the earth with scorching heat.

With a huge stone on his back, Xia Chen was sitting and leaping around a small courtyard.

Perhaps it was because of the Holy Body of Heaven and Earth, or maybe it was because Xia Chen had been insisting on tempering his body for the past few years. Although he failed, he managed to lay a solid foundation.

It took him just two days to advance to the third level of Qi training.

The speed at which the Heaven and Earth Saint Physique absorbs spiritual energy is really terrifying.

Xia Chen took a long, deep breath, and threw the boulder on his back aside, only to hear a "boom", and a small hole was smashed into the ground.

His skin is a little bronze, perhaps because he has been exercising all the time, he looks a lot more resolute.

If there was still some naivety in the past, then now there is a little more perseverance of a soldier.

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"Xiao Chenzi, you should go outside to hone your combat awareness, you will always encounter bottlenecks if you practice blindly," AMTD reminded from the side.

"Teacher, I know," Xia Chen nodded, with sweat dripping down his forehead, "I'm planning to go to the outskirts of the Sunset Mountain Range to practice in the past few days, to hone my Thunderclap Palm and Piaomiaobu."

"Your Xia Family also has a Martial Arts Pavilion, you can go there and pick out some weapon-like fairy skills, you won't be overwhelmed by too many skills," AMTD reminded.

Xia Chen nodded, he went to take a shower, and then changed his clothes.

There is a saber in his room, which is a white steel sword. In the past, he also envied those handsome swordsmen, and looked up to those monks who killed one person in ten steps and never stayed behind.

Wrapping the saber behind her back with a white cloth, Xia Chen walked directly to the family's Wu Pavilion.

According to the regulations, every disciple who advances to the Qi training realm is eligible to receive a book of first-level to third-level immortal skills.

The Martial Pavilion is located in the center of the Xia family, surrounded by a three-level formation guarding it.

"Is the Second Young Master here for something?" The two disciples guarding the gate of Wuge looked at Xia Chen and asked suspiciously.

"I've finished tempering my body and entered the Qi training realm, and I want to choose a book of fairy skills," Xia Chen said flatly.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, the reputation of the second young master of the Xia family as a trash was well known in the entire Baimang City.

This trash who has persisted in tempering his body for five years has finally advanced to the Qi training state.

This is big news. The two of them looked at each other and felt it carefully. There was indeed a surge of spiritual energy in Xia Chen's body.

"Go in, but you can only choose one book of fairy skills, and you must come out in a quarter of an hour," the disciple said lightly.

Xia Chen nodded, and walked in slowly with a long sword on his back.

There are three floors in the Martial Pavilion, and the first floor has the largest space.

The sun shines in from the window next to it, the bookshelf casts a reflection in the dark, and the dust lies lazily outside the window sill.

There are nearly a hundred bookshelves here, each with a book on it.

The books are covered by a pure white glass cover, and a sign is pasted on the front of each book, with the name and purpose of this fairy skill written on it.

Xia Chen wanted to find a book of sword skills. He came to the classified bookcase of sword skills and carefully selected one by one.

"Qingfeng swordsmanship, Huangshi swordsmanship, Surging waves swordsmanship, Jingyun swordsmanship three styles..."

"Teacher, which one do you think I should choose?" Xia Chen said in a daze.

"It depends on what kind of swordsmanship you like," AMTD replied: "In the future, you must walk out your own path of swordsmanship, and I cannot make decisions for you."

"Then this book," Xia Chen thought for a while, and finally picked up the book of Immortal Skills next to him.

"Thirteen Styles of Sword Explosion"

This is a third-level fairy skill book, and the above introduction said that this fairy skill book has been practiced to a perfect level.

The sword technique can burst out thirteen phantoms, both in power and speed are top-notch.

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