C165 (2/2)

Like a bean that was about to explode in a pan of oil, Li Beichuan's body exploded with a sonic boom!

He was covered in black charcoal and his clothes were tattered. His body slowly fell from the top of the city wall.

However, he did not fall into the great hall.

Because a sword had already flown out from the center of Xiao Yu's palm.

The Doukui Sword flew for a thousand meters and broke through Li Beichuan's body, shattering the light core spirit ocean, and firmly nailed him onto the city wall.

Defeat in one move, defeat step by step!

When Xiao Yu said he had lost, he really lost. He used a thunder-attribute spell and a Doukui Sword. He said that he was nailed to the city wall!

Li Beichuan was not dead, his eyes stared wide, staring straight at Xiao Yu: ”Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu!”

He knew that he had failed.

They had planned for eighteen years, but in the end, because they bumped into Xiao Yu, the god of pests, not only did all their eighteen years of hard work go to waste, they even risked the lives of themselves and Master Xiao Yang.

All of this was because of Xiao Yu!

Xiao Yu!

The millions of grief and indignation were all contained within Li Beichuan's furious roar.

The young man had his hands behind his back as he stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at the sun in the sky. ”Good weather!”

Walking to the side of Mao Yuzhu's Great Sword Master, Xiao Yu slowly squatted down: ”Senior Mao Yuzhu!”

Xiao Yu checked on Mao Yuzhu's injuries, they were serious. Her internal organs were all shattered. She would not be able to live for much longer.

Mao Yuzhu's hands were trembling as she stretched them out with difficulty.

Xiao Yu immediately brought his hands up, allowing Mao Yuzhu's icy cold hands to tightly grip his hands.

”Xiao Yu!” Mao Yuzhu's voice trembled: ”I knew it, I would have trusted the wrong person. Ever since you helped my Thousand Swords Sect retrieve the Shang Fang's golden sword, I knew that only you could support the Thousand Swords Sect's future! ”

Xiao Yu was sorrowful, his voice choked as he said: ”Senior, Sword Tower's Scripture Pavilion, seven days for me to pass on my gratitude. Xiao Yu will remember this in his lifetime, do not dare to forget it. ”

In the Ancient Texts Depository, Mao Yuzhu spent a lot of effort and taught the other party everything within seven days.

From then on, Xiao Yu embarked on the road to the rise of swordsmanship.

And from the Sword Tower, Xiao Yu could defeat all the heroes at Thousand Blade Mountain and take back Shang Fang Jian, who was the one who killed the fox demon in Hundred Bones Mountain. The turning point of all this was the training of the sword in the Sword Pagoda!

Mao Yuzhu, the debt of gratitude she owed her was as deep as the sea.

Just like the Gu Qingyan back then. It was a blessing in disguise.

Mao Yuzhu's tears flowed out, ”Good, very good. When my Thousand Swords Sect was weakened for a hundred years, it was my Thousand Swords Sect's fortune to be able to meet you. From then on, with you here, I won't need to worry about Thousand Swords Sect anymore. The road in the future is still very long. I really want to live for another half a year and watch you enter the Nine Sects. Unfortunately, I, Mao Yuzhu, have good fortune and can't wait until then! ”

”Senior, please do not belittle yourself. Your luck is deep and you will not die just like that.” I'll bring you to see Cheng Yu now. Cheng Yu's medical skills are brilliant, he might even have a Heaven Defying technique! ” Xiao Yu muttered, his eyes already turning red.

Mao Yuzhu shook her head with difficulty: ”A bunch of old bones, they can't take much more. Senior Brother, Qian Shaoyang. Remember, although Xiao Yu is not from Thousand Swords Sect, he does not have a crown. With a single word, the disciples obeyed. If not, I will die a horrible death after being struck by thunder! ”

Qian Shaoyang said in a hoarse voice, ”Senior Master, I'll remember this!”

”Junior sister, I remember that when I go back, I will write a book about the sect's laws!” Han Qing roared.

Mao Yuzhu laughed, she turned and looked at Xiao Yu, and her breathing became weaker and weaker, as tears started to roll down her cheeks: ”In the past, I was like you, magnificent, and unparalleled in friendship. The history book had clouds. Mao Yuzhu was born on the battlefield, and was picked up by my master, Daoist Master Kettle. Because she looked like a cat and wore a jade pearl bracelet, she was named Mao Yuzhu. That year, she was in her prime, at the age of eighteen, able to roam about, her swordsmanship had its way, and she was accepted as the direct disciple of the sect master. After passing her down to the Thousand Swords Sect, she was never married.

As he continued to speak, Mao Yuzhu's voice gradually became softer and softer, until it became completely silent.

His hands were cold and drooping.

A generation of Seven Stars Grand Swordmasters had fallen just like that!

There were only tears in the corners of his eyes, still flowing.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu's nose started to ache and his eyes started to boil. The tears in his eyes couldn't help but gush out.

Xiao Yu kneeled in front of him, kowtowed deeply and said, ”Senior! I also thought that after I entered the Nine Sects, I would be able to come before you and personally announce your good news. Unfortunately, the heavens were immoral, and the earth was heartless! Time is merciless! ”Ahhh!”

The youth was on the ground crying.

Just a moment ago, he was suppressing the outstanding heroes, beheading the peerless young man who was a master in the art of Xiao Yang and struck down Li Beichuan with lightning strikes. At this moment, he was crying bitterly.

Xiao Yu's voice was hoarse. ”I snatched the golden sword, and pressed Li Beichuan down. However, did you know that on the Thousand Blade Mountain, there is a word of trust from the Sword Tower for seven days? Today, in the North River Palace, you swore to support me, even if it meant your death. In my heart, you have long been my, Xiao Yu's, uncrowned master! ”

”Eighty years of being a gatekeeper in the Sword Tower, imparting sword techniques with seven days of effort, resonating with the sword heart in the North River Palace, senior's ambition is high and lofty, resplendent like a song. He has long been the leader of the way of the sword in Thousand Swords Sect, and even the entire Province Pinghai. He is the guide of the Ping Hai Sword Art! ” Xiao Yu deeply prostrated himself on the ground: ”The martial arts path is far away, and on the road to the Yellow Springs, senior, have a safe journey!”

The young man did not say anything, only tears constantly trickled down from the corners of his eyes.