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Volume One Forty-nine Divine Punishment

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    Forty-nine Heavenly Punishment

    "God has no selfish intentions, and punishments are not lynched; crime is a matter of life, but punishment is death!"

    The strange tone came out of Huo Jitong's heart as if it came from the nine heavens, with a chill that immediately chilled the heart and lungs of this evil young man from the underworld in Bashu!

    "Zheng"

    The friction sound of the long sword being unsheathed awakened everyone from the strange feeling.  Seeing the long sword with the green jade hilt pulled out of its sheath as if being grasped by an invisible big hand, Tongtian's grandma Xia Miaoying, even though she was used to seeing strange things in the world, was famous for her incredible psychic skills, at this time  I can't help but feel the hair on my back.

    With a whisk flying, Grandma Tongtian stepped forward, decades of cultivation permeating her body. Although the opponent was young, the head of the Heyi Sect knew that the opponent was definitely his rare rival in decades!

    "Twelve young heroes, even though my son has made some mistakes, he should not be dealt with by your Excellency. How about showing mercy today, young hero, and I will take good care of Ji Tong in the future?" White hair was flying in the wind with silk whisks, and Grandma Tongtian was skinny.  His body exuded strong pressure, and his words were both soft and hard, but there was a bit of fear.

    "Godmother, why are you talking to him so much?! This man is extremely arrogant, just kill him!" After hearing his godmother's words, Huo Jitong knew that this was a man that even a master like his godmother should be afraid of.  He is an extremely powerful enemy, but he is absolutely unwilling to give in.  As soon as he finished speaking, Shaodong from the gambling house in southern Sichuan did not wait for his godmother to speak. With a wave of his sword, he ordered dozens of his men to surround the sword master.

    "Miss Song is worth a thousand dollars, please don't take risks, so as not to ruin the relationship between the two families." Seeing the young man in black robe being surrounded, Huo Jitong sneered and said loudly to Song Yuhua, who was carrying a sword box on his side.  Song Yuhua's identity was extremely sensitive. Even though she had all kinds of thoughts in her heart, Huo Jitong still couldn't take any offense when thinking about the powerful Song Que behind her.

    Huo Jitong's words made Song Yuhua, who had always been dignified, curl his lips, and then without even looking at him, he just pulled Zhenzhen out of the field.

    The long sword has long been unsheathed and is suspended at the side of the body. Feeling the majestic strength all over his body, Twelve frowns can't help but raise his eyebrows, "Too much nonsense! Three moves are enough to kill you!"

    "You are so arrogant!" Having said this, Grandma Tongtian also knew that there was no room for either side. Before the twelve moves were made, the fly whisk in her hand was already entangled around the young man's neck.

    The bright silver threads were like steel wires under the infusion of Grandma Tongtian¡¯s pure cultivation. The sound of breaking through the air was extremely sharp, but Twelve did not have the slightest intention to dodge.

    With his right hand, he grasped the suspended Sin Sword beside him, and strode out towards Huo Jitong, who was eying him eagerly. The ground was rumbled and trembled with such force that the sky was filled with sand, dust and gravel.

    "They are disturbing the world of mortals!"

    The strange tone penetrated people's hearts with the majesty of a mountain. At this moment, the swords in the twelve hands burst out with thousands of cold lights, stirring up the sky and sending dust flying across the sky!

    "Ji Tong, be careful!" The dust in the sky disrupted everyone's realization.  The experienced Xia Miaoying flicked her wrist, and the silver threads scattered into a screen to block the incoming sand and dust, but an ominous premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

    "The misty and misty wind and clouds!"

    In the dust, Sword Lord¡¯s strange tone sounded again, and a faint mist quietly lingered, but this time, no one could hear where Sword Lord was.  The sound was misty and misty, moving from left to right, accompanied by the screams one after another and the bloody atmosphere that filled the whole place. The entire lakeside seemed to be like a nine-nether hell, which was terrifying.

    "Drink!" With his sight blocked, and hearing the shrill screams of his subordinates in familiar voices, Shaodong from the gambling house in southern Sichuan finally panicked and guarded his whole body tightly with a long knife in his hand.

    "Ding!" The knife blocked a cold wind that pierced his ribs. Huo Jitong's face was covered with cold sweat. After the blow, his arms holding the knife were sore and numb, which he couldn't believe.  When he thought about it, even though Sword Lord had unparalleled swordsmanship, his internal strength could never compare to his twenty years of hard training.  But the blow just now left him with no confidence at all!

    "Ah!" Before he could finish his thoughts, a sharp pain came into his mind. The knife in his hand clattered to the ground. Huo Jitong rolled on the spot regardless of the blood spattering on his arm, but he was horrified to find that a long sword was coming towards him!

    "Ding ding ding ding" In the mist, countless silver threads shot out like steel needles.  Grandma Tongtian was Lao Jianghu after all. Although she could not find the location of Sword Lord in the dust and fog that filled the sky, a force of energy was always locked on Huo Jitong.

    The moment Huo Jitong was hit by the sword and dropped it, Grandma Tongtian did not hesitate anymore and spread out to come to the rescue.

    When the two sides met, they became inseparable in an instant.  Grandma Tongtian finally found the other party's true identity, so naturally she would not let him hide in the dark again.It spins endlessly, and the silver threads point out stars, with the potential to pierce the heart with twelve random arrows.

    ¡°Junior is really good at it, but killing my son with three moves is really just a dream!¡±

    Seeing that the opponent was able to stand in front of him again so quickly, the Sword Master, whose skill had soared, was also impressed, but he also aroused his desire to win. He moved the "Misty Wind and Cloud" even faster, and the long sword almost changed.  It turned into a piece of silver light mist, cracking the dust of Grandma Tongtian one by one.

    "Grandma Tongtian is indeed extraordinary, but we still don't know who will win!" Hearing the other party mention the number of three moves, the sword master didn't know that the other party was using psychological tactics.  I just hope that I can follow the conventions of this world and stop after three moves.  It's just that although he disdains this kind of rhetoric, the sword master doesn't mind abiding by it.

    "Clang!" With a loud sound, Grandma Tongtian lifted her fly whisk as if it was heavy, swung away the Sword Master's long sword and retreated in front of Huo Jitong, with a smile on her old face.  "Two moves have passed, I'll wait and see."

    Seeing that the other party took this so-called three-move agreement as one thing, even though he was possessed by the majestic and unsmiling Sin Jianwen Tianshu, the sword master couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.  The three moves at the beginning were just casual remarks.  But the most important thing is that now that the Sin Sword is possessed, he can only unleash three big moves.  As soon as the three moves were over, he wanted to restore his own cultivation, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so pretentious now.

    "Since grandma hopes that her adopted son will die quickly, how dare Twelve disobey her?!" A strange smile appeared on his face. Without waiting for a reply, Twelve held the sword across his chest, and the sword energy like a sea wave activated the third strike.  Big move.

    "Are you afraid?" Looking at Huo Jitong, who was huddled behind Grandma Tongtian and lost any trace of his majesty, Twelve's voice was as soft as a sigh and as bone-chilling as the cold wind.

    "Were you ever afraid when you seized Zhang Qing's wife and daughter? Were you ever afraid when you unleashed your anger and massacred Liu Yi's entire family? Were you ever afraid when you sold sixty-three women from Fuling into a brothel?"

    Ignoring Xia Miaoying's whisk that was about to move in front of Huo Jitong, the Sword Lord stepped forward with his sword and counted Huo Jitong's sins, but a strange feeling came to his heart.  I don't know when my originally angry heart calmed down, but my mind became clear and I uttered a holy voice:

    "It's so majestic!"

    The strange singing is like an ancient song, boundless and grand. It makes the earth rumble and tremble, the houses tremble, the wind roars, and people's hearts tremble At this moment, the young man in black robe has an awe-inspiring power.  It seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth, disperse the white clouds, and lead down the thousands of feet of pure light.

    A sword strike across the board.  Simple, nothing fancy.

    But just in the face of this sword, she has entered the realm of a master. Grandma Xia Miaoying, who has been in Bashu for decades, can't even think of resisting at all. Even though she feels sorry in her heart, the dust in her hand feels like it weighs a thousand catties!

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and the roar of the lake reached everyone¡¯s ears again. Only then did people realize that the three servants of the Sword Lord had disappeared.  At this time, Huo Jitong's head, who was standing behind Grandma Tongtian, also rolled to the ground.

    The river was rolling down, and Song Yuhua stood on the bow of the Song Clan ship, looking at the white clouds on the horizon and not knowing what he was thinking.  Zhenzhen on the side was a little excited.

    After beheading Huo Jitong, the sword master did not stop for a moment, and took the two sisters to the Song clan's large ship that had been waiting by the river and went down the river.  As soon as he got on the ship, Twelve asked for a quiet room to experience the vision he had when he killed Huo Jitong.

    "Sister Yuhua, have you been to Yangzhou?" Sitting on the bow of the boat, Zhenzhen swung her feet comfortably, looking at Song Yuhua next to her and giggling.  The destination of this trip is Yangzhou, which makes this little girl from Yangzhou very happy.

    "Been there." Song Yuhua retracted his gaze from Bai Yun and looked at the laughing little girl beside him, and nodded.  I don¡¯t know since when, this demure and dignified young lady seemed to be fascinated by the clouds in the sky and always liked to look at them quietly.

    "Yes, you should have been to many places. I'm so envious." Sister Yuhua looked at her and cast her gaze to the sky again. Zhenzhen nodded, but her eyes couldn't help but follow Song Yuhua's gaze.

    "There is nothing to envy. Haven't you already been to many places now?" Listening to Zhen Zhen Shang's somewhat childish words, Song Yuhua shook his head and kept stroking Zhen Zhen's little head with his delicate hands.  .

    "I don't know what the young master is going to Yangzhou this time." Zhenzhen murmured, shaking her head and rubbing Song Yuhua's gentle palm.

    "We'll know when the time comes." Song Yuhua's calm tone rippled as he withdrew his gaze and looked at the sword box that stood beside him, almost inseparable now.
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