Chapter 148   Fang Lang's Sword, the Murderous Sword

Chang'an, rainy night.

It rained like a pillar.

However, the sky above Chang'an City was as oppressive as a floating ocean that would explode and fall at any time.

The iron law was emitting brilliance, and someone raised his head vaguely, and he could see the figure suspended behind the iron law, the figure was tall and tall, as if overlooking the whole world, it was supreme.

The blood-colored arrow that emerged from above the iron law, the accumulated energy was so powerful that it was terrifying, and the space pointed by the arrow seemed to be about to burst.

As if the gods were angry, the two thunders hidden behind the clouds were drawn to appear, tearing the darkness of the world apart.

In front of the Tai Chi Palace, the kneeling officials looked away, the depression in their hearts became more and more intense, their gazes vaguely glanced at the Tai Chi Palace, and they became more and more awed.

The wind and rain blew, and the water vapor lingered in the promenade in front of Taiji Palace, blowing up the luxurious dress of Empress Pei standing in the promenade.

The fifth princess covered her mouth and nose, and her gauze skirt was also blown flying.

Eunuch Gao's expression was cold and solemn, with his whisk hanging in his arms, he looked at these imperial courtiers with a much colder look.

In front of the palace, there was silence.

for a long time.

Lady Pei, who is graceful and luxurious, has a supreme temperament and a strong aura, showing a hint of sneer.

His eyes seemed to see through the endless rain, looked at the mountain top of the Dao Sect, and saw Zhao Taifeng, the patriarch of the Dao Sect who was nailed to the top of the mountain with a sword and wrung out a big hole.

The sound of scoffing still lingered.

"Bengong said that someone will punish him, such a careless person..."

"That's all."

"As for the betrayed Li Liancheng, someone will deal with him. Your Majesty has more important things to do."

Concubine Pei's words fell, and she ignored the attitude of the officials. Although she knew that these words should not be said by her, she still stood up today and suppressed some of the officials who had small thoughts in their hearts.

Concubine Pei then turned around, followed by the fifth princess and the second prince, and disappeared among the palaces all the way under the guidance of the eunuchs bowing their heads.

And the iron law above Chang'an City soon began to gradually dissipate its power, and Tang Huang's phantom also disappeared.

However, the terrifying power that remained above everyone's hearts still made everyone tremble and panic.

The heavy rain was still falling non-stop, washing away the filth between the world and the earth.

The courtiers and censors stood up, Concubine Pei's words still resonated in their hearts, they looked at each other, and finally, their eyes all focused on Tai Chi Palace.

Inside the deep palace, there seemed to be a pair of lofty eyes watching them.

It seems that everything in the world is under his control.

All the ministers bowed and bowed, and took leave one after another.

In front of the Suzaku Gate, the wheels of the carriage, which had been washed away by the heavy rain for a long time, turned again, crushing the accumulated water on the bluestone slab, and each drove away from the imperial city.

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...

Before Dao Mausoleum.

There was a dead silence.

The newly born patriarch Zhao Taifeng who transcended the realm was actually nailed to the top of the mountain with a sword, and his flesh and blood were crushed.

What a shocking picture this is for them.

The whole Daoist sect seemed to be covered with an atmosphere of loneliness.

The sky at dawn turned fish-belly white, and the dots of stars were disappearing. The morning sun, which was ready to go, seemed to jump up from the end of the horizon and shine on the whole world.

"Chase."

The head teacher Zhao Longshi was very indifferent, but frowned slightly, looking at Chao Xiaojian and Huang Zhihe who had mentioned Fang Lang and fled through the air, said.

And on top of the mountain.

Zhao Taifeng, who was nailed to the ground by a sword, also revived his breath suddenly, countless flesh and blood gathered rapidly, and on the broken chest, all the flesh and blood wriggled were filled up.

It caused an uproar among countless Daozong disciples.

This method of flesh and blood rebirth is as shocking as a fairy method.

Zhao Taifeng's eyes were extremely cold, but there was a bit of shock and fear in the coldness.

Xuanyuan Taihua's decisiveness was indeed beyond his expectation. He clearly intercepted the thousand-year Dao Yun of the Dao Sect with the Lotus Sword, but it did not hesitate to evaporate about 50% of the Dao Yun's energy just to pierce him with the sword.

And coupled with the intimidation of the man holding the iron law in Chang'an City, Zhao Taifeng could only eat this sword alive.

boom!

Zhao Taifeng rolled up the long sleeves of the Taoist robe with both hands, and put it behind his back.

He was about to take a step forward, but the iron law and that incomparably stalwart figure reappeared in his mind.

He wanted to shoot out of Dao Zong's figure, but he stopped abruptly.

"If you chase it out, you will be in danger of your life."

This is a divine thought that transcends the realm, a reminder to him.

Zhao Taifeng believed in this hint very much. It was because of this hint that he professed to have been in a deep sleep for two hundred years, and escaped the disaster of the Great Tang Emperor holding iron laws to kill many superpowers.

So, he didn't plan to chase it out.

His eyes turned and fell on Zhao Longshi and Zhao Zhenshi and other strong men of Daozong.

"You guys go after him. If your cultivation level is higher than the fourth rank, don't even attack Fang Lang. Fang Lang holds the Lotus Sword, and the Lotus Sword contains the thousand-year Dao Yun of Dao Mausoleum. Wazi provides enough sword energy!"

"However, Xuanyuan Taihua's divine sense will only be triggered when Fang Lang is threatened by someone with force majeure."

"Go and stop Chao Xiaojian and Huang Zhihe. As for Fang Lang... let the disciples of the lower fourth-rank realm chase and kill them. The disciples of the lower fourth-rank realm will not arouse Xuanyuan Taihua's divine sense in Lian Hui's sword." .”

Zhao Taifeng's Taoist robe flew up, staring at the three of Fang Lang who split the mountain guard formation and flew away, said.

"The old man has a hunch that the changes in the world of the Tang Dynasty... are about to begin."

Zhao Taifeng's words stunned the powerhouses of the Dao Sect for a moment.

Zhao Longshi was thoughtful, and then rode out on a crane.

Zhao Zhenshi, as well as many elders of the Dao Sect, are also at the foot of the birth technique array.

Zhao Taifeng stared at Chao Xiaojian and the others who were going away, raised his hand, instantly formed the magic formation, and suddenly shot out that the magic formation contained spiritual thoughts, and the spiritual thoughts rotated. monk.

As if changing form and shadow, the powerhouses of the Dao Sect appeared collectively hundreds of miles away.

The top of the Daozong mountain was suddenly empty.

Zhao Taifeng's complexion was slightly pale. Casting the teleportation technique at the level of the forbidden spell was extremely exhausting for him.

However, he doesn't care, if he can keep Lian Huijian, everything is worth it.

He turned his head to look in the direction of Chang'an, his eyes were deep.

The longer he lived, the more he cherished his life. Although Zhao Taifeng vaguely felt that something strange happened to the one in Chang'an, he didn't dare to bet.

"If there is something really weird, it can't be hidden for too long, and it will eventually be exposed one day."

Zhao Taifeng had his hands behind his back, and the tattered Taoist robe on his body was chattering.

A dense fog suddenly appeared in the entire Da Dao Mausoleum, and bits and pieces of spiritual power surged out like a river tide and poured into Zhao Taifeng's body, restoring his aura.

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...

Zhao Longshi rode on the back of the crane, and his pupils shrank slightly. Is this the means of transcending the powerful?

Move a hundred miles in an instant.

Sure enough, amazing skills!

Detachment...you can live freely in the world, which is really an enviable realm.

"Chase!"

Without shocking the others too much, Zhao Longshi let out a soft drink, which brought everyone back to their senses from the shock.

The morning light shines.

The night was broken.

The heads of the three powerful monsters hanging on the crane's back shook and collided, making a muffled sound like copper bells. Zhao Longshi raised his head and saw the Chao Xiaojian flying from a distance. Huang Zhihe was still being carried. Fang Lang.

Zhao Longshi, as the contemporary headmaster of the Dao Sect, was also a peerless genius when he was young. Although he was defeated by Xuanyuan Taihua, it is undeniable that he is very powerful!

Zhao Longshi clasped his palms together, and the powerful spiritual thoughts spread out like ripples.

On the ground, trees rose from the ground one by one, turning into crossbow arrows, shooting towards Chao Xiaojian and Huang Zhihe in the air.

Fang Lang had already taken control of his body at this moment, and was carried by Chao Xiaojian, galloping rapidly.

Seeing the strong Daoist sect who suddenly appeared in front of them to stop them, his complexion couldn't help but change.

Chao Xiaojian's eyes were also fixed, they broke through the mountain guard formation, and flew away. As a result, Zhao Longshi and others were in front of them ahead of time.

"Zhao Taifeng, the first Daoist leader of the Daoist sect, is good at the 'moving technique', which is a top-level forbidden spell formation, which can only be mastered by transcendent level practitioners."

Huang Zhihe knew some details about Zhao Taifeng, so he hurriedly told them.

Swinging towards the small sword, the mighty sword energy vented like a river, smashing the trees that shot up into the sky like crossbow arrows, and sawdust flying.

On one side, Huang Zhihe was also a sledgehammer transformed into countless iron swords, swung down brazenly.

Zhao Zhenshi and several veteran elders of Dao Dao Sect blocked Huang Zhihe.

The brilliance of dawn was suppressed by the brilliance of several top practitioners fighting against each other, and it was dimmed!

Fang Lang's face flushed red in the storm!

The terrifying storm seemed to tear him apart.

He hid the Lianhui sword in the scabbard. Master Xuanyuan Taihua fell silent after piercing Zhao Taifeng with the sword.

At this moment, Fang Lang, without the protection of Xuanyuan Taihua, mixed in the confrontation between the ninth-rank powerhouses, is like a flat boat, which will be torn apart by the storm of the sea at any time.

Zhao Longshi is not weak, even Chao Xiaojian is not sure that he can win.

Therefore, when facing Zhao Longshi, Chao Xiaojian had to be very energetic.

Not to mention Huang Zhihe, it was extremely difficult to escape from being beaten by Zhao Zhenshi and a group of elders!

"Chao Xiaojian, ask Fang Lang to leave Lian Huijian, and let Fang Lang repent in my Dao Sect for ten years, and let this matter go."

Zhao Longshi was calm and calm, riding a crane, fluttering like a fairy, and said.

"You Daozong are thinking about farting!"

He cursed at Xiaojian.

"Fang Lang is the number one scholar in the current scientific examination. Daozong's behavior is to confront the imperial court?"

"Now this matter has nothing to do with the imperial court, it does not involve the temple, it is the contradiction between the two sects of Dao Dao Zong and Jian Shu Zong, it is a simple feud... If His Majesty the Holy Emperor has any objections, the old Taoist is willing to take the blame personally, but Fang Lang Son, you still have to repent in the Dao Sect, this is what Patriarch Taifeng said."

Zhao Longshi said indifferently, with a flick of his fingers, there was a magic circle stretching across the sky and the earth, like a big net heading towards a small sword net.

Chao Xiaojian frowned.

He flicked out a sword aura, and the sword aura surrounded Fang Lang, leading Fang Lang and shooting away into the distance.

Fang Lang carried the Lianhui sword of the senior sister in charge. When necessary, the senior sister's divine sense reappeared, which would definitely protect Fang Lang from escaping from birth, so Chao Xiaojian was not too worried about Fang Lang's safety.

After sending Fang Lang away, he concentrated on the little sword, and the green steel sword wrapped around his body shot at Zhao Longshi with a soft whistle.

However, Zhao Longshi did not confront the enemy head-on. After dodging the sword, his eyes were deep.

He sat obliquely on the back of the crane, looked deeply at Chao Xiaojian, and said loudly: "The disciples of the Daoist sect listen to the order!"

"Fang Lang holds the Lotus Sword. Disciples whose cultivation base is higher than the fourth-rank realm cannot make a move, so as not to arouse the divine thoughts of the Taihua Sword Immortal contained in the sword. The disciples who are lower than the fourth-rank realm will hunt down and kill Fang Lang. !"

Zhao Longshi's words fell.

In the dense forest below, many Daoist disciples in blue robes clasped their fists in response.

"Here!"

An Fan, Li Yuanzhen and other disciples had complicated eyes, but Zhao Longshi's order came before them. Without any hesitation, their bodies flickered, turned into blue lines, and rushed straight into the dense forest, chasing Fang Lang away.

In the void, Chao Xiaojian and Huang Zhihe couldn't help but change their expressions when they heard Zhao Longshi's words, but they didn't expect this.

If Fang Lang was besieged, he might really be left behind.

Therefore, the offensive of the two became more and more fierce. However, Zhao Longshi, Zhao Zhenshi and others did not fight hard, but simply blocked Chao Xiaojian and Huang Zhihe with the advantage in numbers of strong men.

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...

The sword energy will eventually dissipate.

Fang Lang fell into the dense forest like a meteor, and his figure fell on the spot, stopping firmly.

However, as soon as he landed, there was a sound of churning from the surrounding bamboo sea.

Then, Fang Lang looked around. In the bamboo forest, in the dense forest, disciples of the Daoist sect wearing blue robes stepped on fallen leaves and came lightly, encircling Fang Lang completely.

Fang Lang glanced at it, his expression froze.

The leader is a disciple of the Dao Sect of the fourth rank, and there are seven or eight disciples of the Dao Sect of the third rank around him.

This is obviously a team of disciples of Dao Sect.

Fang Lang's heart sank slightly, Fang Lang also heard Zhao Longshi's loud words, and understood Daozong's plan.

He wanted to round up Fang Lang with his low cultivation disciples.

In the situation where Xuanyuan Taihua's divine sense in the Lotus Sword could not be activated, Fang Lang faced nearly a thousand disciples of the Dao Sect alone, and it was indeed difficult to escape.

Although they are all disciples of the lower fourth rank, if Fang Lang gets entangled, he will definitely be surrounded by more disciples rushing over.

He Fang Lang is only one person after all, and the end result will only be to be caught!

"By the order of the head teacher, life and death are irrelevant! As long as you can take the lotus back to the sword!"

The disciple of the fourth-rank Dharma Realm standing in the dense forest said, and then took out a talisman, and after it exploded, a signal rose into the air, and the disciples of the Dao Sect around saw the signal of the talisman and rushed over.

The fourth-rank disciple stared at Fang Lang with a grim smile.

"You Fang Lang is indeed a monster with talent. You can suppress me and other Daozong disciples to reach the top of the thousand-step ladder, but after all, you are only a third-rank realm, and the gap in strength lies here!"

"Be obedient and grab it!"

However, just as the disciple of the Dharma Realm finished speaking, his complexion suddenly changed.

Because, Fang Lang, who was surrounded, ran directly towards his figure, and chose him as the breakthrough point!

Fang Lang pulled out the sword in the sword case while running.

A flash of thunder exploded.

The Guiyuan sword turned into a sword of thunder, and smashed at the surrounding third-rank disciples like a thunder dragon, instantly interrupting the movements of those disciples who formed the formation!

And Fang Lang swooped down on the grinning fourth-rank disciple.

With a heavy stomp, the air waves and ripples spread in all directions, causing the fallen leaves to continuously stir around.

After the obsidian sword shone in the brilliance of the morning sun!

The aura on Fang Lang's body began to fall at a constant speed!

In the end, the ordinary sword was unpretentious, and it was slowly handed out.

Mutated swordsmanship!

With Fang Lang's current cultivation base of the ninth-level sword gang, the ordinary fourth-rank level can't stop it at all!

Before the smirk on the face of this fourth-rank Dharma realm disciple dissipated, he found that the aura wall in front of him was instantly smashed by a sword!

Fang Lang fell, approaching the person's side expressionlessly, and the obsidian sword broke through the opponent's body protection array and landed on his neck.

The disciple opened his mouth to say something.

And far away.

An Fan's blue robe fluttered, and he came across the bamboo sea in the morning light that jumped out of the horizon.

Seeing Fang Lang's movements, he couldn't help but change his face, and hurriedly spoke.

"stop!"

Fang Lang, dressed in white, looked at An Fan, who came across the bamboo sea, and a genius disciple of the fourth rank of the Dao Sect who he had seen when he climbed the thousand-step ladder. His expression did not change much.

Fang Lang grabbed the Obsidian sword, and suddenly exerted force, and the sword gushed out, pouring into the neck of this Daoist disciple.

The blood column soared into the sky.

A little bit of blood sprinkled on Fang Lang's white clothes, adding a bit of chill.

Fang Lang's sword is a murderous sword.

A large head flew up in a circle, with a grin that hadn't faded away, and finally hit the ground heavily.