1038 Between Heaven And Earth, There Stood Tang Xiaotang (1/2)

Chen Pipi sat by Ye Su and felt both pain and loss when they saw the white smoke.

For him, Ye Hongyu's death was an end. It put an end to many including his childhood memories, their life in the abbey, his young companion and a betrayal between father and son.

”It is not the end.” He said, however, after a pause, ”As long as we are alive, anything is possible. Then why should we leave?”

While he said so, the powerful killers from the Divine Halls of West-Hill had come to the stage. No matter how pious the followers of the New Stream were, they could not slow them down and only shed more blood.

Chen Pipi stood behind Ye Su and started packing. He was now a wastrel. With his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow destroyed, he could no longer be of any use in the battle. But he still seemed calm and confident.

Ever since they left Linking, they had constantly been trapped by the Divine Halls but were still able to make their way out every single time. He believed that they would make it again today, despite the white smoke rising afar. It was because he believed that she would save his Brother.

Tang Xiaotang was standing in front of him and Ye Su. The disciples of the Sword Garret were fighting against the powerful figures from Taoism. Blood was shed with the clashing of swords.

She stood in front of Ye Su and Chen Pipi without going anywhere else. She held the cudgel and warded off anyone who dared to come close. The enemies were all blown away by her thundering cudgel.

She was not a hero. Yet no one could pass her.

Looking at this woman in thin clothes from the Devil's Doctrine, who was no longer young but still had two ponytails, Xiaoyu could not hold her hostility but still felt shocked and confused.

She had every reason to be hostile toward Tang Xiaotang. But what she could not understand was how she could had survived the hunting of Taoism when she was almost the only patron of the followers of New Stream who had been drifted for thousands of miles. How did she recover from all the wounds? And how much strength could she store in that slim figure?

Tang Xiaotang was indeed exhausted.

Ever since they left Linkang, she had led the people to break through four rounds of attacks by the Divine Halls. She had fought in twenty-one battles and killed three hundred and seventy-one powerful figures from the Divine Halls. She was wounded fourteen times. No matter if it was a minor or major battle, she fought as the chief. Therefore she had been wounded and bleeding constantly.

However she never fell. Carrying Ye Su and Chen Pipi who had both lost their Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, she traveled through mountains for thousands of miles and arrived at the capital of Song.

She was extremely exhausted and almost fell down. But she still held her cudgel and fought against whoever dared to come close. Her performance was perfect and no one could take her down.

Swords were broken, bodies were scattered, and horses were startled. Several cavalrymen of Song sneaked up from the side but got knocked down by Tang Xiaotang. They fell off together with their horses and could no longer stood up.

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows while her eyes suddenly brightened. An indigo shadow floated in the morning glow and her Taoist sword turned into a straight line that pierced through the chilling morning breeze and came to Tang Xiaotang instantly.

The cultivators' swords were all flying swords. But her sword did not fly away from her hand. Her sword, wrist, and elbow formed a straight line together.

From Ke Haoran to Liu Bai, the history of swordsmanship had been evolving. A true swordsman would never let go of his sword easily, especially when facing a really powerful enemy.

The chill blade reflected the remaining snow on the square and stabbed directly toward Tang Xiaotang's eyes.

Tang Xiaotang did not close her eyes or blink. She gazed at the Taoist sword that carried a salty smell of the sea and sensed the ocean storm that came together. Then she stabbed her cudgel silently.

She could spare no energy when confronting a Knowing Destiny cultivator like Xiaoyu. Her slim figure turned into a heated rock and she applied the practice of Light's Doctrine to charge every bit of her strength into the cudgel.

The cudgel in her hand was originally a sacred item of the Devil's Doctrine: the bloody giant cutlass. During the battle in Chang'an many years ago, Yu Lian chopped the Abbey Dean's rainbow and the bloody giant cutlass was cast into a cudgel after that.

She gave herself to the Academy and acknowledged Yu Lian as her master. Becoming the Eldest Sister in the third generation of the Academy, she inherited the cudgel. It seemed like a cudgel but was still a cutlass underneath with a sharp intent inside. It was used to dig the sky-reaching stairs at the back hill of the Academy, destroyed the Buddha's chessboard, defeated the cavalry of the West-Hill on Peach Mountain during the Rite to Light and stunned lots of powerful cultivators. It was also used to chop cabbage in the shabby cottage.

When it was slashed again today, Xiaoyu's Taoist sword together with the storm and wind from the sea was immediately wiped off. Countless raindrops as well as the mellow wind were destroyed.

The Taoist sword could only hit Tang Xiaotang's left shoulder and was bounced up. Tang Xiaotang's pretty face remained calm and her iron cudgel was pushed forward.

Xiaoyu groaned slightly and some fear flashed in her eyes. She immediately stepped back but her Taoist sword was already distorted. Her pale face turned unusually red and some blood gushed into her throat.

Upon an instant confrontation, she was wounded and defeated.

The sword was distorted but not broken. And the horrible intent climbed up the sword and pounded on Xiaoyu's body. She was darted away, flew over the crowd and fell down behind them.

Tang Xiaotang did not stop there. She stamped on the ground, smashed seventeen bricks and leaped into the sky like a darting rock. Her cudgel stabbed toward Xiaoyu's chest.

Many divine priests and deacons were shocked by the scene. They were scared and poured toward Xiaoyu. Waves were formed in the crowded square.

Xiaoyu was the daughter of Zhao Nanhai and one of the most trusted subordinates of the Abbey Dean. They did not dare to have her wounded. Many Taoist swords flew up into the sky and attempted to stop Tang Xiaotang.

Tang Xiaotang remained calm and focused on the Taoist girl darting away. She paid no attention to the flying swords that chopped on her and was determined to cudgel her to death. Instantly at least seven Taoist swords pierced through the air, flew to her, and slashed her thin clothes. But no blood was shed.

Being the Devil's Doctrine Saintess, she already acquired an iron body through the training with the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

No matter how sharp those Taoist swords were, they could only cut her skin and leave the slightest wounds. The sword intent hit her and some blood came out from her lips. But they could never stop her.

Once the iron cudgel was brandished, a roaring fire was set. When the iron cudgel pounded, Xiaoyu would definitely be crushed. Xiaoyu fell onto the ground and colors drained from her face. The unusual flush disappeared. But she did not seem scared.

Tang Xiaotang remained calm but she also sensed something unusual. Indeed, something unusual was approaching. A black peach flower bloomed suddenly in the centre of the square.

It was not a solid black peach flower, but a purist concrete of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. It was extremely charming but not coquettish. The chilling black petals seemed devouring and massive.

The black peach flower attracted everyone's attention.

Tang Xiaotang also saw it clearly as it bloomed right in front of her. She was not surprised and pounded her cudgel onto the flower.

Ever since yesterday and until this morning, Taoism had been fighting resolutely. They announced the beginning of the war with the white smoke. Peace was no longer an option. They were determined to win. But it did not seem like they were determined to win if there was only the Knowing Destiny South Sea girl, the powerful cultivators from Taoism and the cavalrymen from Song.

Tang Xiaotang knew that the Divine Halls must had sent some really powerful figure to stand by. She could even guess who that person was. But he had not shown up after a whole day and night, which made her even more restless. She faked a killing strike toward Xiaoyu only to force that person to come forth. Her focus was never Xiaoyu. She was waiting for the blooming of that black peach flower.

A huge bang was heard. The jet black iron cudgel pounded ruthlessly on the black peach flower.

The formless and substance-less black peach flower was smashed right away into random Qi of Heaven and Earth, and splashed around the square as if they were clouds or steam.

Tang Xiaotang got slightly pale and vomited blood. The moment the iron cudgel hit the black peach flower, she realized that she was wrong and lost it.

The person was not hiding to prepare for a last strike. He was so powerful that he did not need to wait for any opportunities. He was just observing calmly and could defeat anyone whenever he wished.

Tang Xiaotang stepped onto the ground and smashed some bricks. Her right arm shivered slightly while she looked at a part of the wall.

Her chest rose and sank while her two ponytails swayed behind her. She was very pale and obviously wounded.

A dozen of divine priests and deacons attacked Tang Xiaotang.

Xiaoyu darted forward. Her bent Taoist sword was straightened right away and stabbed toward Tang Xiaotang's eyes again.