Chapter 1278: The Holy Emperor Is in Charge, the Light of the Ant, Blooming Pearls in Vain?

"The angry old man!"

"You are really angry!"

Outside the Forest of Miracles, the Meisi people clutched their folding fans tightly and walked forward quickly.

He frowned and stared into the distance, feeling the power of the Holy Emperor coming from afar. His words were scolding, but there was still deep worry in his tone:

"Who did Xu Xiaoshou learn this from? He talks so wildly and shamelessly. If word spreads about it, he will lose his reputation as an old man?"

"He is just a child. He doesn't know right from wrong. Who dares to teach him this?"

"Also, how can a young child be so reckless as to inherit such power from the Holy Emperor?"

"Did he really not want his life, or was someone forcing him to do it?"

The Meisi people squinted at the Eight Masters, getting angrier and angrier as they talked, stamping their feet on the tree stump, and with a "bang", sawdust suddenly flew away.

He folded his fan and pointed angrily at the void, "Don't let me catch him, otherwise we will take care of him!"

The Eight Masters have eyes and noses, and noses and minds, and they originally wanted to be silent.

But when he looked at the trampled wooden pile, he could only sigh and said helplessly: "No one taught him this. I only saw him a few times."

"Did I tell you something?" Mei Siren turned his head angrily, "Without anyone to teach you, is there really someone who knows it from birth?"

"Maybe?" Knowing that the tiger was angry and not stroking the tiger's beard, Ba Zunzun avoided the anger of the old gentleman head-on, but he still respected his senior.

"It's better that he really knows it from birth, and doesn't let the old man know who led him to evil!" Mei Siren glared at Bazun Shu with a fierce look, and finally sighed and said:

"But it's true, which parent in the world would be so cruel?"

"Tiger poison does not eat its seeds. If you have the intention to take advantage of your descendants, it would not be an exaggeration to kill them with five thunderbolts, let alone destroy the seedlings and encourage them to grow, instilling strength into the body, rather than subtle effects, making them grow like spring breeze and rain?"

After a pause, Mei Siren grabbed the folding fan and looked at me again with his eyes like swords: "Are the old man's words reasonable?"

Ba Zunzun opened his mouth, but he couldn't agree with this, "There is a certain truth..."

"Only a little?" Mei Siren blew his beard and stared.

"Xu Xiaoshou is not an ordinary person. The infusion of the Holy Emperor's power will not undermine his talent, nor will it damage his Dao foundation. It will allow him to become familiar with this power in advance..."

"Oh? You mean to let him have such lofty goals, and who are you trying to excuse by 'not harming the Taoist foundation'? Do you think he is in stable condition now?" Mei Siren pointed to the void.

Bazunzun raised his eyes and saw that he couldn't see that far with his cloudy eyes, only a little white fire in the distance.

"I can't see it, I'm just a three-level spirit refiner..."

Mei Si was so choked that he became angry and swung his folding fan:

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

"In my opinion, he learned it from you!" Mei Siren shook the folding fan quickly and almost pulled out a few big characters on the fan and inserted them into the eyes of the Eight Masters.

"I can't admit it. I didn't teach him this. If you say what Sang Qiye taught him, it's okay."

"Haha, if you don't teach, others won't learn?" Mei Siren sneered:

"Does the way of education require teaching by words and deeds face to face?"

"Who was the first to put up a big flag in the wind on the crossroads?"

"Later, young people still don't know what is right and what is wrong. If they watch the flag and walk away, won't they easily go astray?"

Hearing these words, Bazun frowned, "Mr. Siren, what are you talking about?"

"Who do you think he looks like now?" Mei Siren clasped his hands and pointed.

The power of the Holy Emperor of the Void enveloped him, and wild sounds floated from afar.

What "the ants are making endless noise"...

What "how dare you mess with me, disrespectful invincible"...

Zoom in on everything!

The eight masters were all happy when they heard this. They couldn't help but recall the scene when they were young and frivolous, fighting with Wen Ting and traveling around the world with swords. Soon his smile froze.

"Mr. Siren, if you have anything to say, let's say it clearly, there's no need to be so roundabout."

"Okay! Then I will tell you clearly that I didn't learn this from you, but from whom?"

"I have never taught..." Ba Zun said and paused, realizing that his road had been blocked - why teach the way to someone's face?

"Hmph!" The old sword master snorted coldly and changed the topic, "If something happens to him, who will be responsible?"

"I……"

"Are you able to take responsibility?" Mei Siren was well prepared and interrupted with a loud voice. His gaze penetrated the soul and pierced people's hearts:

"You want to cultivate another you?"

"Three-breath innate, three-year sword immortal, silent for more than thirty years, and still refining his spirit the day after tomorrow after his return?"

After listening to this, Bazun couldn't help but squint his eyes with a cold light.

These words were so sharp, they were like tearing open his scars and adding salt to the wounds!

But Gu Jianxiu's temperament is always straightforward, and Mei Si, who is as gentle as jade, has been going around for so long, which gives him enough face.

Let's get straight to the point, which is what his eight masters asked him to do.

This time it couldn't be more direct, and it seems that the old sword master Mei Siren can't be blamed.

The eight acquaintances were silent.

The only "failure" in his life cannot be explained and does not need to be explained.

Looking at Xiaoba's silence from one side, Mei Siren's eyes flashed with unbearability, but he did not regret saying these words.

He no longer focused on the present, but saw the future of Xu Xiaoshou who was so sharp.

If even he doesn't dare to speak, who else in the world dares to speak out for Xu Xiaoshou in front of the Eight Masters?

"Don't worry, Mr. Siren, I will protect him as he grows up." Bazunzhen broke the silence. There was no guarantee, no oath, just a simple sentence.

Mei Siren looked at him deeply, looked away, and took a few steps forward on his own, leaving behind a figure behind him and a mouth as sharp as a sword but unforgiving, "Even Yu Tu can't protect you."

Ba Zun'an did not move, his clothes swelled without wind, and several sword marks appeared on them.

The sword energy in his body seemed to be unable to be suppressed, and it flowed out, cutting through the void.

Ba Zun'an paused for a long time, and finally took a step forward and followed.

But the footprints left behind were entangled with sword energy, and could not be eliminated for a long time.

"It's okay."

"I am not You Tu, and Xiaoshou is not me."

...

"Who dares to call me by my name!"

On the ruins of the Sin First Hall, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly shouted, and the white flames and fire rolled, suppressing thousands of boiling discussions.

His spiritual thoughts had been strengthened to an extremely sensitive level by the power of the Holy Emperor, and he could clearly hear the discussions of the major spiritual refiners under his feet.

Even in the scene that the spiritual thoughts could not observe, those criticisms against the three words "Xu Xiaoshou" seemed to be audible.

This is very familiar.

Calling the holy name directly is disrespectful!

Xu Xiaoshou knew that this was the ability of a semi-saint.

But he didn't have the status of a semi-saint, not yet the realm of a true semi-saint.

Therefore, he couldn't trace the images of those people who were talking about him scattered all over the Void Island.

It didn't matter.

The most important thing at the moment was to teach the "disrespectful and invincible" Rao Ai'ai a lesson.

The fire in his body couldn't be suppressed, and he needed to vent it!

"There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it. There is no door to hell, but you come here. Rao Ai'ai, today you will pay the price for your arrogance!"

"Saint Emperor, you can't be insulted lightly!"

Xu Xiaoshou, who stepped on the ice lotus, carried the white wings on his back, held the flame python in his hand, and was filled with the power of the Saint Emperor, threw away his charred arms, suddenly rushed forward, and grabbed Rao Yaoyao.

The background of this little cutie from the Rao clan is indeed a bit deep, but as long as you keep some sense and don't kill her.

I think it shouldn't provoke the Saint Emperor to fight back on the Void Island.

"Swish!"

The black light on the white sea of ​​fire flashed and broke through the space.

When he appeared again, Wuxiu·Chijiao's hand had already grabbed Rao Yaoyao's jade neck.

"You jumping clown, you are a shame, and you are a laughing stock!"

Rao Yaoyao was so angry that her body was shaking, but she was not like Xu Xiaoshou, who was eloquent and swearing.

She was civilized even when she was angry. She wanted to curse but couldn't vent her anger, so she could only draw her sword.

Love swordsmanship cultivates the Tao, cultivates the mind, and cultivates self-cultivation.

There are not many sword styles that focus on actual combat, unlike Mo swordsmanship and Wan swordsmanship.

Rao Yaoyao entered the Tao with this swordsmanship, and her sword skills are as gentle and civilized as her temperament, and she has never done anything wrong.

But this does not mean that she, Rao Yaoyao, only cultivates love swordsmanship and does not cultivate other swordsmanship.

When she is extremely angry, she will not only use love swordsmanship in the battle, but also the nine major swordsmanship, eighteen sword styles, and three thousand sword arts, which will take turns to fight.

"Nothing Sword Flow!"

When Wusleeve·Red-burnt Hand grabbed at her, Rao Yaoyao did not dodge or evade, and her body disappeared into nothingness.

At the same time, the wind whirlpool under her feet suddenly rose, and the holy domain took shape.

In the surrounding area, the light and shadow of thousands of scenes deepened, and the embers burning on her body, her power, and her path illuminated the white flames, which became more brilliant.

And when "existence" reached the extreme, "nothingness" also reached the extreme.

Rao Yaoyao's figure holding the sword completely disappeared, as if she had never appeared in this world.

Wusleeveless·Red-burnt Hand passed through her neck, but could not touch half an inch of skin.

"Disappearing Spell?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened, this was too similar!

If it were normal, he would really lose Rao Yaoyao's position.

But now, relying on the induction of the power of the Holy Emperor, he can still lock Rao Yaoyao's aura.

It's here!

It's on this world of mortals with deepened light and shadow!

Rao Yaoyao's "nothingness" is presented in the world of "existence" in another way.

"Red Dust Sword, the appearance of all living things..."

Holy sounds suddenly floated from all directions.

After fighting all the way in the Void Island, although she was defeated many times, with her talent, Rao Yaoyao had a deep understanding.

The appearance of all living things she used now seemed to have evolved, and no longer summoned the invisible appearance.

Instead, it presented the thousands of scenes in the Holy Land that were deepened to the extreme by "existence", using their power to help her sword.

"Everything is a sword!"

With a buzzing sound, swords rang everywhere. Xu Xiaoshou stopped and looked, as if he was in danger of being surrounded by enemies.

"Ten thousand swords pay homage!"

Plants, mountains, rocks, light and shadow, elements...

Everything in the world, not only has form, but also the invisible is condensed out of thin air, turning into ten thousand sharp swords, descending from the sky.

Swish, swish, swish!

Gaps appeared on Xu Xiaoshou's body, as if he had entered the enemy's force field, and his blood was splashed and burned.

"Is this the true combat power of the ancient sword saint?" Xu Xiaoshou was shocked for a moment.

He still couldn't find the target.

But Rao Yaoyao, who was so good at swordsmanship, showed much stronger abilities than before when he was facing a one-on-one fight without any worries!

"Ten thousand swords return to the origin!"

With the last cry, the invisible sword of heaven and earth condensed in the air and turned into a huge sword hanging from the sky.

The sword body was surrounded by the aura of the mortal world, relying on the things of the Void Island and flowing around the aura of the worldly beings.

"It's right there!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked up and saw the sacred and solemn figure of Rao Yaoyao offering the sword Xuan Cang in the huge sword hanging from the sky.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

Without any pause, Rao Yaoyao's figure was exposed, and the sword of hanging from the sky was split into nine, which were divided into hundreds and then infinite.

"Infinite and infinite!"

After combining the swordless art, the sword of ten thousand swords, and the sword of love, and then combined with the sword of nine swords!

When the infinite returned to one and turned into the sword of hanging from the sky.

Rao Yaoyao's sword was amplified to the final strength, and just in terms of aura, it had the power beyond the semi-saint.

The Supreme Holy Tribulation roared down, but when it landed on the Xuantian Sword, the sword did not move, and the sharpness broke it into pieces, turning it into lightning and disappearing into nothingness.

"One step to heaven!"

Xu Xiaoshou dared not let Rao Yaoyao continue to cast the spell, and took a step forward and flashed onto the Xuantian Sword.

Rao Yaoyao was still in a semi-empty state.

If he, Xu Xiaoshou, had not practiced swordsmanship, he might not be able to find a turning point.

But he was a disciple of Mei Siren, and had already seen through the nine major swordsmanship, so why worry about not having a way to crack it?

"Red plum third stream, falling flower realm."

When the red plum fell, the virtual and real changed, and Rao Yaoyao's sword had not yet chopped down, and the Xuantian Sword turned from real to virtual.

Her figure also moved from semi-hidden to the front of the stage.

The invisible thoughts floating in her spiritual world were magnified. At this moment, under Xu Xiaoshou's powerful spiritual thoughts, he could feel Rao Yaoyao's anger and murderous intent without even switching between virtual and real.

"Red Plum Third Flow, Green Time Sword!"

Xu Xiaoshou's thought became a sword, and Yanmang drew it.

The green giant sword, which was also floating in the air, instantly pierced through the space and met Rao Yaoyao's hanging sword.

Under the astonishment of the crowd, Sword Saint Rao Yaoyao and "Saint Emperor" Xu Xiaoshou cast a spell.

The two ancient giant swords in the sky collided.

"Boom!"

The air waves surged in the sky, breaking through the void of thousands of miles.

The Supreme Saint Tribulation lost its color in an instant, and Dao Qiong Cang Tianji Si Nan drew it.

While crossing the tribulation, he did not forget to let Si Wuzhen lower the glimmer to protect the group of people watching the battle below.

The Holy Temple is a force of light, and it is impossible to let the holy war put these people to death without caring.

"Too fierce!"

"Even if Xu Xiaoshou has the ability of the Saint Emperor, he has teased Fairy Rao several times before..."

"But I still don't think he has the ability to win Fairy Rao head-on, what do you think?"

Life is guaranteed, and someone spoke in surprise.

However, few people followed suit. Holy wars are rare, and holy wars among ancient swordsmen are even more rare and unheard of!

Everyone looked up, watching the ceremony without saying a word, just focusing on absorbing experience.

When the Xuantian Sword and the Qingshi Sword collided, Rao Yaoyao's delicate body shook violently, and she vomited blood and almost vomited.

But Xu Xiaoshou was even more unbearable!

The Wanli White Flame under his feet was shattered in an instant, and the Flame Wings behind him collapsed on the spot.

The Qingshi Sword withstood this attack, but his body could not withstand the bombardment of the Sword Saint and the backlash when he activated the power of the Holy Emperor.

—— He was resisting the torture of the Holy Emperor's power all the time, and his state was not at the peak at all.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of white magma spurted out, which was essentially blood, but only fire was left when it spurted out.

While Xu Xiaoshou controlled the Qingshi Sword from collapsing, his body used the force of retreat to relieve the force, and immediately realized:

With sword against sword, he was definitely not Rao Yaoyao's opponent!

But now he is the Holy Emperor of Refining Spirits, mastering the Heart of Ashes, Three Days of Frozen Tribulation and other heavenly fires, why should he use short to attack long, and use sword to fight sword?

"Heart sword technique, the world is in front of me!"

When his thoughts flashed like this, Rao Yaoyao had already changed his moves, frowned, and then raised his eyebrows.

Xu Xiaoshou was struck by lightning in the air, and his mind was placed in the world of mortals, seeing the hustle and bustle of the army and the waves of swords.

In just a moment, while his spiritual awakening was triggered, he also woke up with the powerful protection of the Holy Emperor's power.

But it was delayed for such a moment!

The Qingshi Sword was broken with a bang, and Rao Yaoyao came to him with momentum. Xuan Cang ordered the Xuantian Sword to split him in two.

"Xu Xiaoshou, pay the price for your shameless words!" Rao Yaoyao's eyes were cold and he shouted.

Force me?

"Emperor·Wenzhong Technique!"

Xu Xiaoshou sighed softly and entered the state of Acala like autism.

But around him, one after another, the ash-lighting source seeds jumped out in an instant, which were compressed and condensed by the power of the Holy Emperor.

Not seeking stability, but seeking explosion!

The fire seeds were densely packed, wrapping Xu Xiaoshou's whole body tightly.

——Explosion is the best defense!

Rao Yaoyao chopped down with the sword, and at the critical moment, she forcibly restrained her attack and almost hit those source seeds.

"What?"

She was terrified, and she jumped through Xu Xiaoshou with a sword in time and space, and dared not hurt the source seeds around him.

But just this moment of delay, Acalanatha under the command of the King of Avalokitesvara, Xu Xiaoshou recovered.

"Heart sword technique, all demons are here!"

With a bang, the same trick, Rao Yaoyao was also hit, and surging demonic energy jumped out of her body.

But this was not the first time she was hit by this move, and she quickly woke up.

However, a moment later, when she looked up, she saw that the scene had changed.

Xu Xiaoshou's right hand Yanmang pulled tens of thousands of Holy Emperor source seeds, as if to destroy the world, and chopped down with a sword.

This was not the end. He extended his sleeveless, red-burnt hand with his left hand, grabbing the empty with the real, and took advantage of Rao Yaoyao's loss of control to grab her neck.

"Zizi..."

The burning pain came, and Rao Yaoyao even smelled the smell of burnt meat, but she had no time to worry about it.

Because the sword-flaming python, with thousands of source seeds, was like the god of death swinging his scythe and slashing at her head.

"With the Holy Emperor at the head, the light of the ant, blooming the pearl?"

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