Chapter 1353: One Person at a Table Suppresses Hundreds of Heroes, a Cup of Tea and a Bowl of Water Suppress the Sword Fairy

Chapter 1357: One person at a table can control hundreds of heroes, but a cup of tea and a while can kill the swordsman

"Form No. 1, Ao Sheng's clone is in place."

"Form No. 1, they are here! I saw Hantian Weasel, Xu Xiaoshou, and another woman... they look familiar. Let me check."

"Form No. 1, they have stopped at the top of the cliff. I am now under the Black Water Stream. Master Dao Palace, I invite you to fight. Go out and give it a try first!"

"Suzaku Pulse, Yu Zhiwen is in place, Ao Sheng please come back, Xu Xiaoshou cannot be defeated by you alone."

"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position! Ao Sheng's clone, please stay where you are and wait for support. Don't try to do it on your own..."

"Form No. 1, I'm out! The Weasel of Cold Sky can't kill me in seconds. I'm the secret of the rock element. If I delay a little longer, I can wait for the support from the red and white clothes."

"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position! Ao Sheng clone, please wait..."

"Bang!"

"what sound?"

"Huh? What happened? Is this an explosion?"

"Baihu Pulse, Xi is in position. When everyone speaks, remember to report your points first, otherwise it will be too chaotic... Please report your points for Formation Eye No. 1! Please report your points for Formation Eye No. 1!"

"Zi..."

"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng's clone, speak!"

"Zi..."

"Bai Humai, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng, what happened, speak!"

After these two questions, the Tianzhu combat communication channel became quiet.

Everyone was waiting for the clone of Ao Sheng who had gone to "have a try" to speak, but at this moment, even Ao Sheng himself disappeared silently.

Qinglong Vein, above the Qinglong Golden Pagoda.

Ao Sheng, the new head of the Spiritual Department, suddenly had his eyes bulged, veins popped out on his forehead, and then blood spurted out from his seven orifices.

"ah!!!"

He held his head and let out a shrill roar from his throat. His body was arched like a cooked shrimp and he rolled down from the top of the tower.

After hitting the ground with a bang, he clutched his head and rolled back and forth on the ground, seemingly suppressing some extreme pain.

But apart from the slightly heavy breathing, he gritted his teeth and was so hard that he no longer let out even a half cry of pain.

But that scream just now...

No one in the Tianzhu combat channel is deaf, everyone heard it!

"Bai Humai, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng is talking! Did you hear it?"

"Suzaku Pulse, Yu Zhiwen is in place, Ao Sheng, are you okay?"

Under the Qinglong Golden Pagoda, Ao Sheng pressed the communicator, but hurriedly pulled the communicator away. After coughing out a mouthful of blood, he pulled the communicator closer.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was extremely ferocious, but his tone was very calm:

"Qinglong, Pulse, I am Ao Sheng."

"Nothing happened. It's a big problem. My dragon clone... well, died in battle. There are three people on the opposite side... cough."

The Tianzhu combat channel became quiet again.

"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng, why are you speaking intermittently?"

"Suzaku Pulse, Yu Zhiwen is in place, has he been bitten?"

"Baihu Pulse, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng, don't hold on, you are the only person who has contacted Xu Xiaoshou so far. Tell him the information quickly, remember not to cover up the details."

Under the Qinglong Golden Pagoda, Ao Sheng wiped away the blood in his eyes and looked into the distance with fear in his eyes.

He swallowed his saliva and took advantage of the situation to dissolve the power of the elixir. Then he felt better and said with difficulty:

"I am Ao Sheng, my clone died in the battle."

"Xu Xiaoshou cast a special spell without any spiritual energy fluctuations, but he robbed my dragon clone of the power of the dragon beads and the sea of ​​​​spirit energy in one fell swoop."

"He definitely has the power to kill Taixu instantly!"

"Xi! Your foreign department's intelligence is too backward. I was almost tricked to death by you. No one can stop Xu Xiaoshou without the presence of the Semi-Saint himself!"

"So how did you die?" This was Xi's voice.

Ao Sheng's body trembled: "He, he not only sucked my spiritual energy dry, but also sucked my dragon clone...I, and I, am out of control..."

"Then what?" Yu Zhiwen's voice also sounded.

"Then……"

"Ao Sheng, pay attention to everything you say now, it is related to the lives of thousands of people in the Holy Temple." Xi's voice was full of seriousness, "Although your clone died, we are all sorry, but his contribution is not without Significantly, we urgently need the most accurate first-hand information about Xu Xiaoshou."

Ao Sheng stood in front of the Qinglong Golden Pagoda and listened quietly, his eyes extremely empty.

He looked into the distance, and what was infinitely magnified in his mind was the last finger Xu Xiaoshou pressed against his forehead.

His future nightmares will probably be related to that brain-breaking thing.

At that moment, after his lips moved, Ao Sheng said: "Xu Xiaoshou, used a finger..."

"What special spiritual skill did he use that could kill the soul? Or some other... holy weapon? Ten-level sword fingers?" Xi Chichi couldn't wait for the next step, so he could only speculate.

"No." Ao Sheng was suddenly irritated. How could he put this into words? He couldn't explain it at all.

"Ao Sheng! Speak! Your clone was killed, and your spirit was also defeated?" Xi's voice became louder.

"Shut up! You're too noisy!" Ao Sheng roared, "Xu Xiaoshou didn't use any magic skills, he just used one finger!"

"Then what!" Xi Ye was angry, so where is the information behind? How could someone sacrifice themselves and be able to send out key information, but then delay telling them?

"No more!" Ao Sheng's anger could already burst out of his eyes, "I'll fuck you..."

"Shut up!" The Taoist Palace Master's voice suddenly intervened.

"Xi, don't ask, maybe there's nothing going on." Yu Zhiwen's voice appeared at the same time, and that's when she thought of something.

Then no?

In front of the White Tiger Golden Pagoda, Xi was suddenly stunned.

He carefully recalled what Ao Sheng said again and came to this conclusion:

"After Xu Xiaoshou absorbed all your spiritual essence, he crushed you with only one finger and nothing else?" Xi's question was full of disbelief.

He was not waiting for a "yes" or "no" answer, but a cordial and friendly greeting involving eighteen generations of ancestors.

"Whoops... beep, beep, beep -"

It wasn't until the unbearable scolding was blocked by the Taoist Palace Master that Xi realized what a bullshit question he had asked.

Isn't this just a direct humiliation of Ao Sheng in front of others?

Sorry, didn't mean it...

But as the leader of the foreign division, his work is not done yet.

After the "beep" sound disappeared, Xi hesitated and asked again:

"Ao Sheng, I'm sorry, but I have to ask another offensive question, how much strength is your dragon clone equivalent to your true self?"

Ao Sheng calmed down a bit after scolding him. He knew that his shame and anger could not be completely inflicted on others, so he responded hesitantly:

"Thirty percent."

"Thirty percent? Are you out of your mind, or am I crazy?" Xi couldn't hold it in any longer. How long has it been? Are you still covering up?

"..."

The Tianzhu battle channel became quiet for a while, surprisingly, there was no angry curse from Ao Sheng.

After a while, a hoarse and low voice sounded weakly:

"Nine, ninety percent."

"..."

The world is completely quiet now.

Under the White Tiger Golden Pagoda, Xi opened his mouth and silently took out a black gold reward from his arms.

The portrait shows Xu Xiaoshou's face with a mean smile.

This is an early black gold reward for Xu Xiaoshou during the Yunlun Mountains period, and Xi has always kept it.

At that time, his combat prowess was only judged by Zhan Dao, but now...

One finger...

Ninety percent strength...

Xi took a long breath and couldn't ask any more questions.

At that time, people didn't know Lingyun wood, and they waited until Lingyun became a master.

"drop."

"This palace is in the sky, all members of the Tianzhi Operation are attentive."

"At the No. 1 formation eye, the clone of Ao Sheng, the new leader of the Spiritual Department, encountered the saint slave Xu Xiaoshou and died in a three-breath battle."

"Everyone, if they are not too weak or in formation, should report the enemy as soon as possible. If you can evacuate first, you must fight and don't hide."

"above."

In front of the Qinglong Golden Pagoda, after hearing these words directed at all the members, Ao Sheng's feet weakened and he almost fell to the ground.

Forget it, there are only a few that can be heard on the channel.

But how...

Dao Palace Master, even you stabbed me in the back? !

…

Blackwater Stream.

Xu Xiaoshou killed Ao Sheng with one move, just like crushing an ant to death without any complacency or joy.

He has defeated Tianji Divine Envoy, Yan Wuse, etc.

If we still waste a little more energy and time on Ao Sheng, will the results of this period of cultivation be in vain?

After testing his combat power, he cut his consciousness back.

Whatever happens next, as long as you don't encounter a semi-saint, Jinren should be able to handle it.

"what you up to?"

Mo Mo had withdrawn from her body in time after the war, and she was also surprised by the unknown "absorption technique".

But Xu Xiaoshou didn't say anything, so she wouldn't ask any more questions.

The current question is about Xu Xiaoshou suddenly dancing with his fingers in mid-air, as if he was about to set up a spiritual array.

"A surprise." Everyone said excitedly without looking back.

The first feeling after adding points was experienced by me through my consciousness. Although this is what it should be, I still feel uncomfortable.

The unexpected joy is that I have promised that the semi-sage will not come out from now on, and everything will be led by him.

It's time for him to show off his talents to the fullest!

Full of knowledge, it will finally be put to use today!

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The spiritual threads at the fingertips leaped out one after another, forming a complex formation in mid-air.

Because the master of the Taoist Palace is a Tianji Warlock, Jinren did not choose to do anything in his own way. Instead, he stepped on the Taoist formation plate and arranged the spiritual formation in an orderly manner.

In just a few breaths, a large formation spread all over the cliffs of Heishui Stream took shape.

There are tens of thousands of array eyes, and the nested structure is extremely complex.

There were 13,600 empty seats in the formation, as if souls were missing.

"Bo..."

Jin Ren chuckled, and with a flick of his fingers, five compressed fire seeds jumped out from his fingertips, and then condensed into explosive source seeds.

The technique of five-finger seeding!

Although it is not at the holy level, the power within the body is currently at the abnormal level. This blasting source seed caught Taixu off guard and caused him to be seriously injured.

"Is this?" Mo Mo was still puzzled.

The little ferret on the side saw the familiar explosive source seed, but his body trembled subconsciously, and he had a bad premonition.

Void Island, Sin Palace, this thing blew up more than Jiang Buyi!

Most people are not satisfied with this.

He has the transformation of a Saint Emperor, is endlessly alive, and is full of vitality.

If it weren't for the fear that the "Holy Five Finger Seed Technique" would be too powerful and affect Heishui Stream, it would involve some unknown variables at the Ranming site.

He will never settle for second best.

But if the quality deteriorates, the quantity will naturally be stretched to the limit.

"Boo boo..."

In just a few breaths, based on the five-finger seed technique, tens of thousands of explosive source seeds were condensed out.

They are stable and quiet, as docile as tempting candies waiting to be eaten.

Use everyone's guidance.

Tens of thousands of blasting source seeds were fired into the 13,600 empty spaces in the spiritual formation. In an instant, the formation lit up like the stars of the Milky Way on the Black Water Stream.

"hidden."

Everyone forms a seal with both hands.

The great array of stars was hidden in the void and could no longer be seen with the naked eye or with spiritual thoughts.

"..." Mo Mo's eyelids were twitching when he saw it, and he vaguely understood Xu Xiaoshou's plan. This explosion enthusiast was as good as ever.

"This boy is so dirty!" Feng Yujin couldn't help but uttered a voice with surprise.

The little ferret shivered and jumped into Master Shou's arms.

Next up in the Black Water Stream, without Master Shou leading the way, he would not take a single step.

"Wait a minute, I'll take you down."

Jin Ren smiled at Mo Mo, and then took out a table, a chair, a pot of hot water, and a cup of good tea from the space ring.

"Pity."

"How great would it be if Xiao Wanfeng were here?"

Jun Ren raised his head and sighed, realizing that he didn't have much time left for him. He called a lifelike portrait clone Xu Xiaoshou from Xingjie and threw it on the table and chair.

"Who will be the first lucky winner?"

He looked up into the sky and looked into the distance, feeling the countless breaths coming quickly, and turned around.

"Let's go!"

Jin Ren took Mo Mo and Han Ye, took three steps and turned, stepped back every five steps, and jumped to the bottom of the cliff.

…

"Wait!"

In front of the Blackwater Stream and Broken Peak Mountain, Cheng Huan in white waved his hand to stop his companions.

He is too weak.

He could tell at a glance that a battle had taken place here.

Moreover, the Master of the Dao Palace has just informed all channels that the location of Heishui Stream has been visited by the Holy Slave Shouye.

Ao Sheng, the new leader of the Spiritual Department, was shattered by his three breaths.

Have to guard against it!

"Old Cheng, there seems to be someone there?" Someone pointed to the edge of the cliff, and in the constantly moving black mist, he spotted a figure at the tip of his eye.

Cheng Huan's heart tightened, and he swept away with his spiritual thoughts and saw the whole picture clearly.

On the edge of the cliff, with the cold wind blowing, there was a cup of tea on a wooden table, and an arrogant guy with his legs crossed on the wooden table.

He leaned back and leaned against the back of the seat. The four-legged chair was now teetering on the ground with only two back feet.

The person on the chair was leisurely shaking his head from side to side and breathing, sipping the hot tea in his hand.

The cold wind took away the steaming heat on the tea cup and brought back the young man's face with a smeared look on his lips.

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

Cheng Huan recognized the man and was shocked.

This holy slave, Lord Shou, was alone, waiting for him on the cliff of Heishui Stream!

"No, he is not waiting for me. I am not qualified..."

Cheng Huan looked at his companion and realized that Shou Ye, the second in command of the Holy Slave, was not waiting for his companion.

Neither of them is qualified.

Cheng Huan directly chose to report it.

"Form No. 18, Cheng Huan in white is in position."

"I found Sheng Nushou... Xu Xiaoshou at the edge of the cliff. He was... uh, drinking tea."

"Form No. 18, please support!"

call out!

Phew!

Boo hoo hoo...

One after another, figures landed one after another.

This place went from two people, to seven people, to eighteen, twenty-three, thirty-six people...

These people are dressed in white, red, or even special personnel from special departments wearing other colors.

However, without exception, after landing, they either were stopped by Cheng Huan or discovered something themselves, and they no longer dared to move forward.

They settled in front of the cliff, a safe distance of thirty feet away from the figure on the tea table.

Their eyes widened in recognition, they gasped, and then whispered to each other.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Holy slave Shouye?"

"What's going on! How dare he wait for us here alone?"

"Ah? He is Xu Xiaoshou. He has even killed Rao Yaoyao and killed Ao Sheng's clone. What else can he not dare to do?"

"What you should ask is why so many of us have to wait here for so long, and he doesn't even bother to talk to me."

"Hush, don't try to gain the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige. Wait for someone from above to come!"

"Fuck! This Shouye is so mean..."

In the midst of the discussion, someone couldn't help it anymore, stepped back half a step, and shouted loudly: "Xu Xiaoshou!"

In an instant, the scene became quiet.

Many Zhandao and Taixu formed a formation, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads and their salty eyes did not dare to blink. They cursed the person who made the sound in their hearts.

Xu Xiaoshou, can Zhan Dao and Taixu form a formation to block it?

"call……"

The cold wind howled by.

On the cliff, there are sounds of people from each other's holy temples hunting and dancing.

Behind the tea table, the figure reclining and drinking tea remained unmoved, still breathing in the hot air and pouring and drinking.

"Fuck!" Someone cursed.

I breathed from the cliff, the wind suddenly became louder, and the temperature seemed to be lower...

"retreat!!!"

Cheng Huan's scalp was numb and he roared very quickly.

He stood in front of the formation and was one of the first people most likely to be attacked. He wished he could push everyone behind him away.

Everyone immediately retreated fifty feet.

The sound of the wind has just subsided, but the surrounding temperature is still the same - cold, but it seems like it has never been cold?

Everyone realized that what they had just seen was just a false alarm. It was just a strong wind.

Xu Xiaoshou was still drinking tea and had not made any move.

"The second in command of the Holy Slave..."

"Is the pressure so great?"

Cheng Huan's right eyelid twitched wildly, and he tightly grasped the spear. His back was already wet with cold sweat.

Everyone felt very humiliated by what he had just done. What he saw was that a young man put a huge pressure on many old seniors who were over fifty years old.

"Heh..."

Cheng Huan secretly let out a sigh of relief to relieve the pressure.

He was a newly promoted Bai Yi. For a moment, he thought that if the newly appointed second in command of the Holy Slave was like this, then what kind of existence should his master Wuxiu be?

How terrifying was it that Senior Gou Wu Yue took the lead in crushing Fen Qin on Heting Mountain?

Both of them were Taixu. Was there such a big gap between him and Senior Gou Wu Yue who had left?

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

Another red and white figure fell on the cliff.

The newcomer didn't understand why, but retreated more than a few hundred feet under the scolding of the predecessors.

The team was pulled into a long dragon, as if they were queuing up to buy tea at the edge of the cliff.

Someone raised doubts:

"Why does that Xu Xiaoshou look a little fake?"

"I can't even sense his cultivation level, as if he is just an incarnation of spiritual energy?"

Instantly, this person was crushed from left to right:

"The other tribe said that the cultivation level of Saint Slave Shouye is difficult for half-saints to see through."

"He can change everything in the world, is proficient in disguise, and is very good at fighting with wisdom."

"Now he has turned into such a listless state, and he is alone to set up a table to welcome us. Isn't it that he has prepared something in advance to lure us over?"

A quarter of an hour passed.

During the difficult confrontation, a young trialist nearby broke into this place and was shocked by this scene.

Hundreds of Zhan Dao and Taixu, forming a formation to fight only one person?

Who is that person? He looks very young. Is he also a trialist?

No!

That seems to be the Holy Slave's Shouye!

Before they could ask more questions, batch after batch of trialists were asked to leave by the white-clothed people.

Two quarters of an hour passed.

On the Black Water Stream, the Holy Slave Shouye had a table and a cup of tea, and he kept hundreds of Zhan Dao and Taixu at bay.

Outside the Black Water Stream, the curious trialists did not even kill the aliens, but watched from afar.

At this moment, the white-clothed and red-clothed people were in a big headache. After all, if the current scene was spread out, it would not be a good thing.

Finally, their wait brought the result.

The sword energy passed through the sky, and the white-clothed master, the quasi-seven swordsman Beibei, descended on the Black Water Stream!

"What's the situation?"

Beibei's voice was very crisp, and she looked younger than all the white-clothed and red-clothed people present.

If she were in other places, she would only be regarded as one of the trialists when she entered the venue.

However, this female swordsman in white was holding an oversized coffin sword case in her hand, and her momentum was extraordinary, showing her extraordinaryness.

"Xu Xiaoshou, right there."

No one spoke, Cheng Huan swallowed his saliva, stepped forward and respectfully clasped his fists, secretly looking at this boss who was about the same age as his granddaughter.

Beibei leaned the sword case to the side, and a big hole was smashed on the ground.

"Are you Xu Xiaoshou?" Curiosity flashed in her big eyes, looking at the young man in front of her who looked very illusory.

The two old men smiled, Liu Fuyu, Hua Lai Beitian welcomed Shou Ye.

In the ranking of the Seven Swordsmen, the man in front of him was only one place lower than himself.

Of course, this was the result of not fighting yet.

Behind the tea table, the cynical young man raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and this time, he finally made other moves.

Hundreds of white-clothed people tensed up, and then they saw that Lord Shou stood up behind the table, smiled at the sword fairy Beibei, put down the teacup in his hand and waved:

"Would you like a drink?"

He flipped his hand, and there were more wine glasses and tea cups on the table, you can choose.

Beibei's little face had a strange expression.

If nothing else, Xu Xiaoshou's appearance and his magnanimity of not fearing the temple were indeed amazing.

It can be seen that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have something to say, not to discuss swords, so Beibei put down the sword box and walked to the tea table alone.

"Bei Jianxian, be careful!" Cheng Huan couldn't help but whispered.

"It's okay."

Beibei just waved his hand and came to the table, and found that there was nothing unusual around.

On the contrary, Xu Xiaoshou in front of him was unusual. It seemed that he was not a real person?

"What do you want to say?" Beibei was not afraid of heaven or earth, but when she wanted to sit down, she found that Xu Xiaoshou did not politely prepare a chair for her.

Opposite the tea table, the young man stood up and was a head taller than Beibei.

He slowly picked a new cup, poured a cup of new tea, and handed it over.

Beibei stretched out his hand to take it.

The young man blew the cup hard.

With a "wow", the hot tea in it was all splashed on Beibei's face who was unprepared. The dark brown tea even splashed all over the white robe of the sword fairy.

Beibei was stunned, and her eyes suddenly rounded.

Her hands were stretched in the air - she even stretched out her hands to take the tea, which was the respect of the ancient sword cultivator to the ancient sword cultivator.

But she couldn't take the tea, she only received a crushing shock.

At this moment, the hundreds of red and white clothes who saw this scene from behind were heartbroken.

They wanted to pretend that they didn't see anything, but they couldn't do it.

After all, there were hundreds of people on the scene.

And outside the scene, there were some young guys hiding...

The silence at the cliff at this moment was deafening.

"What I want to say is..."

The young man opposite the tea table crushed the cup in his hand and laughed:

"Everyone here is trash."

His sight finally focused and fixed on Beibei's face dripping with tea.

"Including you."

Beibei's eyes trembled, her body trembled, her whole body and even her soul trembled.

She lowered her head and saw the eye-catching brown tea stains on the pure white collar embroidered with blue cloud patterns.

"Ah!!!"

She finally couldn't hold back and screamed, and with a wave of her hand, the sword box behind her whistled.

"Shi."

But at this time, the young man opposite the tea table jumped up and turned into the center of the formation.

With an order, the area within a radius of several miles, from the mountain where the white and red clothes were located, to the fearless trialists watching from afar, and Beibei near the cliff, and even above the black water stream under the cliff...

The star formation lit up in an instant, covering everything.

"Help!"

Beibei's pupils widened and she shouted loudly, realizing that something was wrong and wanted to avoid the attack.

Before she even got her own sword box, Xu Xiaoshou, who had turned into a shadow and disappeared in the air, had already laughed out his last laugh:

"Explode!"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

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