My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 34 1 The sword can be the master of the world

When the old man held the sword, the formation trembled violently. At this moment, the old Taoist no longer had any cultivation and was just like an ordinary person, but the sword energy he exhaled was astonishing.

The old Taoist said softly: "Slay the dragon!"

In an instant, a sword was swung out, and a white rainbow was like a ray of light, slashing towards the swooping golden dragon. A sudden wind blew, shaking the heaven and earth.

The cute little boy at the side had a solemn expression on his face, looking at the Taoist figure with complicated eyes, which showed envy, loss and some regret.

The old state teacher in the distance saw this, his face full of disbelief, his mouth trembling, "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The middle-aged man in the palace looked at the sword in the air and instantly collapsed to the ground. The eunuch beside him hurriedly called for protection, and the man muttered silently: "It's over, everything is over."

The people below looked at the graceful sword in the sky and were all amazed at the great power of the old immortal.

In front of the wine shop outside Longyang City, everyone looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a smile on his face, mumbling: "This king lost!"

When the sword light collided with the golden dragon, there was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there any obstruction, just like a long sword sliding into water smoothly.

The golden dragon let out a mournful cry, and its figure gradually broke into pieces. Wherever the white rainbow passed, everything returned to nothingness. In just a moment, the formation dissipated, but the sword energy remained undiminished until it reached the sky.

A figure fell to the ground in an instant, bleeding from all seven orifices. He regretted until his death why he had tried to assassinate the young man.

With the destruction of the great formation, the fortune of the entire Daliang country was rapidly lost, and the mountains and rivers also changed color. With just this one sword, the fortune of Daliang was destroyed for six hundred years.

The old man's death did not attract anyone's attention. At this moment, everyone was looking at the white rainbow in the sky that was flying towards the sky like a galaxy.

The white rainbow disappeared very quickly, and what followed was the turbulence of the earth and the roaring of the rivers. A ray of light from the colorful clouds in the sky reflected on the old Taoist, as if an immortal had descended to the earth.

The people below knelt on the ground and saluted and called out to the old immortal.

At this time, an old fisherman on the coast of the East China Sea was weaving a worn-out fishing net. He looked up at the western sky and smiled: "This sword is the best in the world! I am ashamed to be inferior to it."

In the Southern Wilderness Marsh, a hunchbacked old man looked up at the colorful clouds in the sky with his eyebrows lowered over his shoulders and couldn't help but sighed: "Land immortal? No, it should be land sword immortal. It seems that Baiyujing will be lively again!"

On a mountain in the Arctic, an old woman in gray looked at the sky and murmured to herself: "The human race should prosper!"

For a moment, all the powerful beings in this cave heaven looked towards a certain place in Donghua Spiritual Land. Some were surprised, some admired, some were jealous, and some were hostile.

The cute little boy next to the Taoist priest really wanted to push the Taoist priest away from the water so that he could stand in it and receive the baptism of heaven and earth. However, his instinct told him that if he did so, he would die miserably.

The old Taoist felt extremely comfortable, his cultivation was no longer suppressed and he instantly reached the Out-of-Mundane State, then the Return to Original Nature State, the Return to Truth State, and finally reached the Immortal State on land.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "I am Lü Fuyao in heaven and earth. Who among the immortals dares to enter this capital? Baiyu Capital, I am back!"

After saying this, the Taoist priest leaped into the colorful clouds. The rosy glow gradually dissipated, and the entire world gradually returned to peace. There was no trace of the Taoist priest in the sky anymore, leaving the people in a daze for a long time.

In the wine shop outside Longyang City, the middle-aged man looked at the sky with a smile on his face. He looked away at the young man beside him and said, "Give the order. Remove the emperor's entourage to save the country!"

Suddenly, the imperial capital Longyang City, which had been peaceful for 1,600 years, was once again shrouded in dark clouds and smoke of war!

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In an alley somewhere in Yancheng, a man and a woman seemed to be hiding from something, with several corpses lying behind them.

The young man in black said to the girl in white, "A Ling, do you remember what I said?"

The girl nodded and said, "Ah Ling, remember! If there are pursuers, keep running to where there are many people, all the way to the memorial archway in the south of the city."

The young man in black smiled slightly: "Well, we will be safe when we get there. You go first and I will cover you."

This person was none other than Xu Zhian. As he had killed Master Yin Tian last night, he was now wanted by the whole city. The government office even ordered the four city gates to be blocked, and the Qianlong Guards from Yunzhou County were also transferred to Yancheng. Now the two of them not only had to avoid being arrested by the government office officials, but also had to avoid being attacked by the Qianlong Guards.

From the dawn to the blazing sun, the two had changed their hiding places seven or eight times. During this time, the young man killed several Qianlong Guards and government officials.

Just as the two fled to a restaurant, a large number of officials armed with swords and crossbows suddenly appeared on the street, surrounding the restaurant. A middle-aged fat man in official uniform said to the young man beside him with cold eyes: "Excuse me, sir, you must arrest the thief and bring him to justice. I will honor the conditions I promised to you, sir!"

The young man nodded calmly and waved his hand. Several Qianlong monks immediately ran towards the restaurant.

A middle-aged man in navy blue asked the fat official beside him, "Brother Yin, if you need help, our Yishui City can also lend a hand."

The fat official looked at the middle-aged man and sneered in his heart, "I'm afraid you, Zhao Xuan, have no good intentions, right? I'll have a good meeting with you, old fox, after I've dealt with this matter!"

The fat official said softly, "You are too polite, Lord Zhao. You are a guest in Yancheng. How can you trouble the brothers from Yishuicheng?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You are too polite, Lord Yin. As long as Lord Yin needs us, the yamen runners of Yishui City can wait for your orders."

The fat official nodded and looked towards the restaurant in front of him, gritting his teeth and said, "You little bastard, you actually dared to kill my son. I, Yin Hai, will make sure you die without a burial place!"

The guests of the restaurant had already fled in fear, leaving only the restaurant owner who walked towards the crowd tremblingly and said, "Sir, what is the matter with my restaurant? All the taxes that should be paid have been submitted to the government office, and I have not done anything illegal."

The fat official said angrily: "It has nothing to do with you, just stay aside!"

Four Qianlongwei monks stepped into the restaurant and found that the first floor was already empty, so they ran to the second floor.

As soon as he reached the second floor, a cultivator was knocked out. The young man was holding a black sword with a determined look on his face.

The other three were shocked when they saw this. As Qianlong Guards, they were cultivators themselves. Although their talents were not good, they were still something that ordinary soldiers could not compare with.

The three men must not be careless. They drew their swords and attacked at the same time. Xu Zhian pulled up the wine table beside him and smashed it at the three men. Then he chopped one of them away. The remaining two dodged the wine table and chopped at the boy's back.

All three of them were cultivators at the peak of the first realm of self-cultivation. They were somewhat at a disadvantage against Xu Zhian, a pure sword cultivator. Xu Zhian blocked the attacks of the two and quickly retreated.

At this moment, the Qianlong Guard who had just been knocked away slashed across the boy's neck with a horizontal blow, bringing up bursts of sword energy.

Xu Zhian kicked the man in the abdomen, and the man took several steps back before stopping.

The three of them looked at each other, blocked the boy's retreat, and attacked the black-clothed boy together.

Xu Zhian quickly launched three chops, interrupting the attacks of the three men, and then the boy turned over and slid down to the first floor.

The girl in white on the third floor was staring at the fight downstairs nervously. When she saw the boy beating off the enemy, she would look happy, and otherwise she would look worried.