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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Sky and the Dragon Chapter 52: Harvest

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    Chapter 52 Harvest

    A group of people slowly gathered around, dressed in different costumes. There were Xixia people, Central Plains people, and some people from other lands, including Tubo people with high eyebrows.

    They all had fierce eyes and glared at Xiao Yuesheng, as if they wanted to choose someone to devour.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, and with a flick of his left hand, he sealed the acupuncture points of Helian Tieshu.

    Then he handed the Biyue Sword to A'Zhu and said with a smile: "Miss A'Zhu, take the sword and catch this guy. If anyone moves rashly, first cut off his hand, then cut off the other hand, then separate the legs, and finally  Cut off his head again!"

    A¡¯Zhu pursed her lips and smiled, and responded sweetly: ¡°Yes!¡±

    She took the sword, the blade of the sword flashed with cold light, and it was cold and cold. She gently put the sword on Helian Tieshu's neck and looked at everyone.

    Everyone's feet suddenly slowed down, stopped, and stared at A'Zhu, as if they wanted to kill her with their eyes. If they couldn't kill her, they could also intimidate her to make her relent and let go of the general.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned to look at the Beggar Clan. A dozen of them had woken up. The old man was quite clever and put a few of them together so that they could smell the porcelain bottle at the same time.

    In this way, several people can be saved at once, which is very fast.

    Seeing these people, Xiao Yuesheng felt relieved to avoid implicating these people in the event of a fight.

    "Watch this guy, I'm going to kill all the first-class halls!" Xiao Yuesheng shouted softly, and his figure floated out and rushed towards the crowd.

    He walked flutteringly, as if riding the wind, but as fast as lightning. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of the group of people, and slapped out a quick palm.

    A bald monk stepped out, his leopard eyes gleaming, and he sneered to greet him.

    He was wearing a shabby gray monk's robe, with bulging muscles and a tall and strong figure, like an iron tower. Every time he took a step, people felt the ground trembling with awe-inspiring momentum.

    He rolled up his robe sleeve with his left hand, his black and furry arm, and his palm turned into a fist as big as a vinegar bowl. When he punched it, the wind whistled like a meteor falling to the ground.

    With a loud "bang", Xiao Yuesheng took a step back, tapped his toes, floated up, took a few steps in the air, and then fell back to where he was.

    His few steps were small steps, and his internal energy circulated with his steps, dissolving the internal energy flowing into his meridians.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled calmly and peacefully, just like the smile on the Buddha statue in the temple, compassionate and compassionate, tolerant of everything in the world.

    Seeing his smile, the bald monk became angry and shouted: "Punch the Buddha!"

    He kicked his feet hard, causing the soil to fly and his body to turn into a gray shadow. He punched out his left fist and hit Xiao Yuesheng with the sound of wind.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, drew an arc with his left palm, and a burst of internal energy suddenly surged out, forming an invisible light shield, blocking the great monk.

    The monk punched him, his head and mouth turned, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

    I felt my fist hit a ball of fluffy lint, which was weak and yet tough, like leather, unable to penetrate.

    When I want to close my fist, it feels like it is stuck to it. Any exertion will not help.

    There was sudden panic on his face, as if he saw a ghost, and the internal energy all over his body began to leak out, like a dam opening, with deep internal energy pouring out.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, left his left palm in the air, and raised his palm upwards, as if he was holding an object, which was invisible and without quality. The object was hit by the bald monk.

    The monk maintains the posture of lunging and punching, motionless, like a statue.

    However, the others understood that the two of them were competing with each other in terms of internal strength. Even though they were unable to move, the most dangerous thing was that they would fight to the death.

    Xiao Yuesheng felt an endless stream of internal energy pouring in, flowing along the five meridians in his hands, like a river pouring water, full and mighty.

    Now, his meridians are getting stronger and stronger, as wide as the Yangtze River, and his internal energy flows smoothly through them without any hindrance, rushing directly through the virtual path and reaching his Dantian.

    The surging internal energy is then transported from the Dantian to the major meridians and internal organs of the whole body, making the whole body warm and indescribably comfortable.

    Suddenly, he felt a jump in his Dantian, as if a cool air was coming out, but it passed away in a flash and disappeared without a trace, making it difficult to find him again.

    He was startled, excited, and smiled on his face.

    This turned out to be innate Qi, extremely refined and pure. Compared with Beiming Qi, it was somewhat purer. How it was generated was unclear.

    Looking up, the great monk was frozen in place, his face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and there was a hint of pleading.

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    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed: "It's just that you are from Xixia Yipintang.When you are reincarnated, please don¡¯t venture into the martial arts world again!  "

    "Immortal life! Take my sword!" A Taoist priest floated forward, swish, swish, the sword light flashed, and the three swords were connected in a row, swift and ruthless.

    Xiao Yuesheng tiptoed, stepped back, and took a look at the Taoist priest. He was about fifty or sixty years old, with bright eyebrows and silver hair, a white beard and beard, a pair of bright red phoenix eyes, and an elegant demeanor.

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at him, and he also looked at Xiao Yuesheng, with a calm expression and cold eyes, exuding an aura of indifference.

    Xiao Yuesheng knew at a glance that this Taoist priest had killed many people, and his evil spirit was deep in his bones. He naturally showed a frightening intention. His eyes were like an eagle seeing a hare, full of murderous intent.

    "Who are you?" Xiao Yuesheng frowned and secretly said it was a pity.

    Wealth and honor are tempting, and many masters cannot resist it. They practice martial arts hard, but most people still do it for glory and wealth. The same is true for people in later generations. Human nature has not changed for thousands of years.

    The old Taoist bowed his head and said slowly: "Immortal life! I am a poor Taoist, a Yuanzi from Helan Mountain!"

    He glanced at Helian Tieshu behind Xiao Yuesheng with a calm expression: "How can we let the general go?"

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Haha, Yipintang and I are at odds with each other. How do you think I can let him go?"

    He knew clearly in his heart that since he was a Taoist priest from Helan Mountain, there was no need to talk about any big principles, he could only kill him.

    Yiyuanzi Shuang¡¯s eyebrows moved, and he muttered: "Pindao, there is a set of swordsmanship here, which is extremely powerful. It is the swordsmanship of my Yiyuanguanzhen sect. I will give it to the benefactor, and the benefactor will take revenge another day. How about it?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head: "I don't care about swordsmanship. It's not as important as Helian Tieshu's life Just don't bother, just kill me!"

    "In this case, the poor Taoist has no choice but to!" The old Taoist proclaimed infinite life again and bowed his head.

    Before he finished speaking, his head was still lowered. A sudden flash of cold light, the tip of the sword had already pierced Xiao Yuesheng's throat. The cold air was so strong that it almost hit him.

    Xiao Yuesheng's body suddenly moved one foot, and the sword pierced the air. Then it folded and turned into a slash, cutting Xiao Yuesheng's head straight.

    He drew his sword very fast, beyond people's imagination. When talking to Xiao Yuesheng, he moved with all his strength, concentrating all his inner strength and concentrating on the sword.

    Xiao Yuesheng carries the Taiqing Yuxia Ziying Guan Sutra, which can turn the non-appearance into existence and see clearly the flow of true energy in his body.

    In his eyes, the meridians are like green ribbons, while the true energy is like green water, clearly visible.

    In Taoist Yiyuanzi's body, as he spoke, the true energy kept flowing into his right arm and gathered on the sword. The long sword turned green, translucent green, like green jade.

    Xiao Yuesheng tiptoed, and his body floated again. The tip of the sword passed across his chest, and the cold air penetrated his chest, just a hair's breadth away.

    This sword missed, and then another sword hit. The tip of the sword trembled, and a sword flower enveloped his chest. The changes of moves were smooth and free, without any hindrance.

    Xiao Yuesheng secretly admired that he was really good at swordsmanship, his sword was extremely fast, and his sword moves were exquisite. It was really rare and has been clearly imprinted in his mind.

    He was not in a hurry to kill, he wanted to learn all the sword skills, so he dodged from left to right without fighting back.

    ????????????????????????????????? But seeing the flash of sword light, he could only parry, not fight back. Abi looked anxious and whispered: "Sister A'zhu, what should I do?!"

    A'Zhu frowned, tightened the hilt of his sword, and turned to look at Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, is it okay, sir?"

    Wang Yuyan stared at the field, her bright eyes unblinking, and she did not turn her eyes when she heard the words, and said quickly: "It doesn't matter, he is showing weakness on purpose!"

    A'Zhu and A Bi breathed a sigh of relief. This Taoist priest's swordsmanship was extremely fast and exquisite. Each sword was as fast as the other, as if each sword could be superimposed.

    More and more people watched, and the members of the Beggar Clan were rescued one by one. They woke up one after another. They wanted to yell, but they were attracted by the fight and kept quiet.

    " Xiao Yuesheng's feet moved like a wisp of breeze, and the Taoist priest's long sword was getting faster and faster. Only the cold light could be seen, and the sword body could not be seen clearly.

    This set of swordsmanship is called the Wild Wave Sword, and the essence lies in this. It is like a huge wave rushing, one wave after another, the sword is getting faster and faster, and it is unstoppable.

    There are nine swords in this set of swordsmanship. The first sword is only slightly faster, and each sword is as fast as a sword. The power of the first few swords is added together. When it comes to the ninth sword, the nine and nine overlap, and the power is the strongest.

    With the speed of his sword, Xiao Yuesheng's movement became faster and faster, as fast as a ghost. Everyone in the Beggar Clan felt chills in their hearts when they saw it. It was impossible to resist such movement.

    "Hi¡ª¡ª!" The cold light suddenly brightened, and a ball of green light suddenly rushed out of the tip of the sword, shot through the air, and shot towards Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng was only one foot away from the tip of the sword, and it was too late to dodge.

    "Ah!" A'Zhu and A Bi looked embarrassed.?, cried out in surprise, and all the disciples of the Beggar Clan also exclaimed: "Sword radiance! Sword radiance!"

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, smiled, and lightly struck the void with his palm.

    "Chi¡ª¡ª" With a slight whistle, the green light suddenly split into two and turned into nothingness, as if it was cut in half by something.

    "Flame Knife!" Wang Yuyan shouted softly.

    "Yes, isn't this the flaming sword of the great monk Jiumozhi?!" Abi suddenly understood and patted A'Zhu's hand.

    A'Zhu's arm shook, and the Biyue Sword suddenly moved, causing blood to ooze from Helian Tieshu's neck.

    The Biyue Sword given by Duan Zhengchun can cut iron like mud, blow hair and break hair. It is a top-grade sword. It can cut people's heads like tofu. With a little force, the skin will be cut naturally.

    A'Zhu hurriedly withdrew his sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned to Helian Tieshu to check the injury, but saw that his expression remained unchanged and he stared at her coldly.

    Seeing that his wound was not deep, A'Zhu let out a long sigh of relief and turned to glare at A Bi: "Damn it, you almost ruined your husband's important event!"

    Abi apologized and said hurriedly: "Do you want to bandage him?"

    A'Zhu thought for a while and nodded: "It's better to wrap it up."

    Wang Yuyan¡¯s face was confused, her eyebrows furrowed, and she murmured to herself, why did he have to deal with his opponent with his palms?

    On the other side, Xiao Yuesheng had already put a palm seal on the Taoist priest's mouth. He spat out the inner force in his palm, which directly broke his heart. His body flew ten feet away and remained motionless.

    Xiao Yuesheng stepped forward, still with a compassionate smile on his face, and the true energy in his body was surging, surging through his meridians.

    A dozen people stepped back one after another. When he took a step forward, they took a step back with hesitation on their faces, no longer as fierce as before.

    The great monk and the Taoist priest Yi Yuanzi are both powerful figures. They are among the top masters in the First Grade Hall. They are among the best. They are willing to die against Xiao Guanlan. It would be impossible for him to replace them.

    "Let's all come together!" Suddenly a big man shouted, with a white cloth covering his head, strange clothes and a strange accent.

    With their hearts beating, everyone suddenly stopped and looked around, asking each other what they were thinking.

    The big man hurriedly shouted loudly: "The general is still in his hands. To save the general, we must kill him first! We are a first-class hall, let alone martial arts rules! Go¡ª¡ª!"

    ¡°Go¡ª¡ª!¡± Everyone agreed suddenly, withdrew their swords and pounced on Xiao Yuesheng, covering him in an instant.

    "Miss Wang" A'Zhu quickly turned around to look.

    Wang Yuyan shook her head: "He has Lingbo Weibu and is not afraid of being beaten. It doesn't matter!"

    She said it didn't matter, but her beautiful face was full of nervousness. She thought in her heart that these people must be masters if they can enter the First Grade Hall. If you take one out, it will be difficult for your cousin to deal with it. If you take out two, he can't deal with it at all.

    However, he saw Xiao Yuesheng's figure erratic, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, retreating smartly and unrestrainedly, surrounded by more than a dozen people, with no sign of difficulty in the light of swords and shadows.

    With a sneer on his face, he sighed: "Alas Xixia is a first-class hall. The martial arts of those who enter the hall are all first-class in the world. It is really ridiculous!"

    He seemed to be whispering to himself softly, but his voice was condensed and undisturbed. It spread out and reached everyone's ears clearly, as if he was whispering in the ear.

    In such a blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves have passed. Xiao Yuesheng's feet were light, but his mind was very busy. He could only separate them into three parts and imprint their martial arts respectively.

    In this way, if you want to learn all the martial arts from everyone, you can only extend the time. After three people have learned it, it will be the turn of the other three.

    These people are all the top masters in the world, and they were recruited by the Xixia Kingdom. Normally, these masters are rare to see, and even more difficult to gather together.

    People with high martial arts skills do not admire wealth and glory, but they can easily stimulate a person's potential and make him practice martial arts hard.

    After watching for a while, everyone understood that Xiao Yuesheng was playing monkey tricks, but they didn't understand why he didn't take action when he could defeat everyone, but just dodge instead of attacking.

    ¡°Whether it¡¯s possible or not, or whether he has any scruples, everyone is speculating.

    In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves have passed, and the situation is still stalemate. Xiao Yuesheng dodges calmly, and more than a dozen people are surrounding him, but the power is getting stronger and stronger.

    They are all arrogant. When they encounter opponents, they are often able to cope with them alone. They cannot avoid being surrounded by others, and they lack tacit understanding with each other.

    More than a hundred moves passed, and a tacit understanding gradually emerged. Between attack and defense, the power became even greater. Only the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword were seen, hitting the sky and covering the earth, like a torrential flood, drowning Xiao Yuesheng.

    "Mr. Xiao is hanging!" A'zhu frowned and tightened her sword in her right hand.

    Wang Yuyan gradually felt nervous. Logically speaking, he should have taken action long ago. Could it be that he had made a mistake and that he was powerless?  !

    "AuntieMom, let¡¯s help Head Xiao, shall we?  "An old man stepped forward.

    Wang Yuyan turned around and looked at A'Zhu without realizing it.

    A'Zhu said hurriedly: "Elder Xu, let's ask Mr. Xu first!"

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his ears and laughed loudly, saying loudly: "No need to bother you, I'll do it!"

    After saying that, his figure suddenly flashed and turned into a blurry shadow, getting faster and faster, like a moving mist, and more than a dozen people couldn't see him clearly.

    ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡±

    A dozen figures flew up and spread out in all directions like petals. Xiao Yuesheng stood in the center of the petals, slowly retracted his palms, and stood quietly.

    There was a flash of sword and shadow just now, and there was silence in the blink of an eye. During this movement, everyone stared at him blankly.

    Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s face turned red and he was trembling slightly. He sat down cross-legged on the ground and started practicing his kung fu.

    He smiled bitterly to himself. He was too greedy and absorbed all the internal energy of these masters. Although there was a bumper harvest and the internal energy surged, Beiming's magical power could not transform it enough, and more than a dozen internal forces conflicted.

    The Beggar Clan members rushed forward like a tide and immediately formed a group to protect Xiao Yuesheng. Dozens of Xixia knights slowly approached around him.
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