Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time

Chapter 260: Green Mountain’s Sharpening Cuts All Flesh and Blood, An Le Dies at the Bottom of the Sword Pool Lake? (1)

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How strong was Zhao Huangting, who had recovered his strength?

From this sword strike, it could be seen that sword qi was born in the world, and bamboo branches rose from the ground.

It was as if a sword qi bamboo forest had appeared out of thin air and drowned the incomparably huge courtyard. The entire courtyard was instantly erased from Jinguan City.

Every bamboo branch that rose from the ground was condensed from sword qi and possessed extremely sharp cutting power. As the bamboo leaves fluttered, it was as if they were cutting through the air.

In the courtyard, the servants recruited by the Jiangling Prince were all extremely terrified and did not dare to move. The bamboo branches born from the sword qi swayed around them, making them think that they were in a bamboo forest.

However, the broken mansion and all the buildings that had been torn apart undoubtedly told them that this bamboo branch… was incomparably terrifying.

It only hit the person it should target.

The sword qi did not hurt the innocent.

Zhao Huangting’s control of the sword qi had long reached perfection. Coupled with the unhappiness that he had been suppressing in his heart for the past few days, he naturally vented it all.

The Daoist of the Celestial Master Residence, Li Qingchuan, was naturally not weak. With his ninth realm cultivation, he was a distinguished guest no matter where he went.

However, he met Zhao Huangting.

Zhao Huangting, who was really serious, could even suppress the Daoist with a single strike.

Sword qi intertwined and spread, and the bamboo branches swayed in the wind. Zhao Huangting held the dazzling silver Shooting Bull, and his plain clothes fluttered in the wind. His white hair and long eyebrows fluttered, and his entire body emitted a proud aura.

In the distance.

The Jiangling Prince brought the Second Prince, Zhao Pei, and fled far away.

His face revealed a solemn expression as he looked at the garden courtyard

that had been instantly wiped out of Jinguan City. He was a little surprised.

Didn’t Zhao Huangting… ignite the Nirvana Fire and become a cripple under the suppression of the Heart Sword?

Unless he removed the Heart Sword and completely incinerated the Nirvana Fire, he could show his cultivation without fear. However, in that case, Zhao Huangting’s life would immediately wither like a dying flower.

Did something happen to Zhao Huangting?

The Jiangling Prince frowned.

Second Prince Zhao Pei, who was beside him, still had lingering fear.

Zhao Huangting’s sword directly destroyed the entire wide mansion. The sword qi intertwined in the air and the extremely dazzling bamboo sword made his heart turn cold.

If the Jiangling Prince had not left with him and he was enveloped by the sword aura, even if he did not die, he would have been severely injured… That Old Imperial Uncle did not look like he would be soft-hearted towards him.

“Didn’t Zhao Huangting activate the Nirvana Fire of the ninth realm and can’t use his cultivation?”

“What’s going on now? This strike… Could it be that he disregarded everything and resolved the Heart Sword? Just to smash Venerable Li with a strike?”

Second Prince Zhao Pei took a deep breath to calm himself down and asked.

The Jiangling Prince brushed off the dust on his Confucian robe and listened to the Second Prince’s words. He could not help but fall silent for a moment.

He slowly said, “Is Li Qingchuan… worthy?”

Of course not.

How could a Venerable of the Celestial Master Residence, who had just entered the ninth realm, be worthy of Zhao Huangting unlocking the Heart Sword and burning his remaining life?

When Zhao Huangting was at his peak, he might not even take a fancy to someone who had just entered the ninth realm.

For example, Zhao Huangting could deal with Li Qingchuan using just one strike.

“But that’s good too. The short recovery of his cultivation means that Zhao Huangting shouldn’t stay in the Sword Pool Palace for too long. Perhaps he’ll be heading north soon.”

Jiangling Prince Zhao Xi said softly.

Under the impact of the sword qi, his Confucian clothes fluttered. freewe bnovel.com

The majestic sword qi that wiped out the entire mansion suddenly disappeared.

The lifelike bamboo forest turned into sword qi and dissipated bit by bit, revealing the ruins of the courtyard that was riddled with holes.

A figure stood there trembling.

It was the ninth realm Daoist of the Celestial Master Residence, Li Qingchuan.

At this moment, Li Qingchuan was covered in blood. He leaned on the peachwood sword. His Daoist robe was stained with blood and cut into pieces by the sword qi. His legs could not help but tremble.

Finally, he could not withstand the pressure. With a plop, he knelt on one knee and coughed out blood.

Around him, the remains of the Black Yellow Talismans that had been minced by the sword qi scattered all over the ground.

The peachwood sword he was holding broke into two with a crack. Like a broken peach blossom branch, it landed on the ground.

He had once raised the peachwood sword high and wrapped it in purple lightning, asking Zhao Huangting to use his sword.

At that time, he was high-spirited and arrogant.

And today…

As he had wished, Zhao Huangting attacked with his sword. Just one strike erased his essence, qi, and spirit, covering his heart with a huge haze.

Li Qingchuan recalled how ridiculous his actions were back in Jiangling Residence.

If he had not used the Golden Lotus Seed from the Celestial Master Residence, he might have already died under Zhao Huangting’s sword today.

Zhao Huangting was really here to kill him.

If not for the protection of the Golden Lotus Seed, his Primordial Spirit would have been destroyed.

In the sky.

Zhao Huangting’s plain clothes fluttered as he narrowed his eyes. “Golden Lotus Seed? You’re quite lucky. This strike actually didn’t kill you.”

Holding the Shooting Bull in one hand, Zhao Huangting’s beard and hair fluttered.

“Since I didn’t kill you, I, Zhao Huangting, disdain to use the second sword. I’ll give the Celestial Master Residence face.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Huangting raised his head and looked at the distant clouds.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to feel a pair of eyes shooting over from afar. It was the old Celestial Master from the Celestial Master Residence.

Zhao Huangting sneered and played with the first-grade famous sword, Shooting Bull, in midair. His gaze shifted and landed on the Jiangling Prince, who had dodged in time..

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