Icy Chill Sword

Just then, a sword light flashed in Hundred Flowers Granny's eyes.

She looked at the old Daoist and said word by word, "If you dare to lie to me, I will make you wish you were dead!"

After saying this, Hundred Flowers Granny subconsciously glanced outside the main hall, and a terrifying killing intent shot out.

In the old Daoist's eyes, this mad woman couldn't threaten him. He planned to deal with the trouble of his own disciple.

Wang Xian, who was walking out of the kitchen, was startled all over his body. With his hairs standing on end, he was about to swing his sword to block when he heard his master's voice.

He immediately condensed his body strength, picked up a branch behind him, and swung it out...

Then came a wailing scream, which echoed in the wind and snow!

After ten years of hard cultivation of his body in the Heavenly Tome World, Wang Xian had already reached the minor accomplishment of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

In this startled instant, he had actually used his body to forcefully withstand Hundred Flowers Granny's Yin Cold Sword!

The branch in his hand cut out a sword with no trace!

It severed more than half of this indestructible and irresistible sword qi.

But even the remaining faint trace of Yin Cold Power was something Wang Xian couldn't resist at the moment.

Amidst the old Daoist's shocked anger, Wang Xian was sent flying ten feet, falling limply into the snow...

The old Daoist was so enraged that the moment he flew out of the main hall, he roared, "Old Thing, if you hurt my disciple, I will slaughter your entire Hundred Flower Valley!"

A gust of cold wind blew past, suddenly becoming very cold.

Wang Xian tried to get up from the snow, but he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

This sword qi came too fast. Ask the world, who can resist it? And who knows where this deadly sword came from?

Wang Xian's pupils contracted sharply.

In that instant, he felt that this seemingly kind old woman was actually more vicious than any of the fellows he had met.

The moment his master rushed out of the main hall, Wang Xian suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The old Daoist who flew over clutched Wang Xian's small hand in one hand and placed the other on his back, channeling some spiritual energy into his body.

He tried to expel that trace of Yin Cold Qi for him.

"Master, don't worry, I won't die!"

Wang Xian tried to take a breath, but instead, he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

The old Daoist, furious, turned his head to look at the mother and daughter who walked out of the main hall and shouted coldly, "Old Thing, how many elders and disciples does your Hundred Flower Valley have for me to kill?"

After speaking, he let go of Wang Xian's hand and roared to the sky.

"Don't say I haven't seen that divine sword. Even if the sword were in my hand, what could you do to me!"

At this moment, the old Daoist stopped pretending. He released his full aura and pointed at Wang Xian on the ground, saying.

"Come on! My disciple let you kill him. If you dare to hurt my disciple, I will kill your Hundred Flower Valley's Valley Master and let your daughter die before your eyes!"

The current old Daoist was like a mad tiger. Let alone Hundred Flowers Granny.

Even Baili Wenqiu behind her was stunned. She couldn't understand why her mother would attack a youngster in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Only Wang Xian, lying in the snow, understood.

This vicious woman had injured him. Under his master's gaze, even with the guts of a leopard, she wouldn't dare to pull his small hand.

He searched him randomly.

At this moment, Wang Xian, like his master, was fighting to the death!

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Hundred Flowers Granny lightly exhaled and said calmly, "Come on, let's see if you can break my sword!"

Hearing this, the old Daoist was furious. With a "Zheng!" sound, his spiritual sword was unsheathed, pointing at the mother and daughter coming through the wind.

Wang Xian was stunned. He didn't expect his master to actually take out his spiritual sword in a fit of rage!

He knew that even when Nalan Ming from Heaven Mountain and his martial nephew had forced his master to act, he had never seen his master take out his own spiritual sword.

It seemed that his master was really angry today!

Looking at the smiling but not smiling old woman in front of him, the old Daoist shouted, "Finish your business and roll. My Daoist temple doesn't welcome you mother and daughter!"

Hearing this, Hundred Flowers Granny's facial expression finally changed, no longer calm.

The spiritual sword blew in the cold wind, just like its owner's mood at the moment. It seemed to feel the threat from the wind.

In an instant, it let out a clear chirp and trembled slightly.

Hundred Flowers Granny sighed. She didn't know that in that autumn, she and the old Daoist had fought, and their mutual sword strike yielded no results.

She even wondered if she had a divine sword.

Could she sever a sword qi across a thousand miles, allowing her majesty to reach a thousand miles away from Hundred Flower Valley?

Although she had injured the young Daoist with a trace of Yin Cold Sword Qi, her expression was calm.

She believed that no matter how profound the old Daoist's Daoist magic was, it couldn't threaten her.

However, it wasn't until the Old Daoist drew his Ling Jian that she confirmed...

The person who fought her with bare hands back then was furious today!

This gentle and elegant Old Fellow had actually drawn his own Ling Jian for the first time!

Although she hadn't seen the Old Daoist's sword, she could still feel the killing intent emanating from it.

Thus, she had no choice but to draw her own sword.

Then, Hundred Flowers Granny slowly reached out, grasped the sword hilt, and a solemn expression appeared on her face.

She even wondered if she had made a mistake?

Should she have used the Young Daoist to enrage this Old Fellow before her?

Wang Xian, sitting slumped in the snow, held a half-broken branch in his hand.

Just like when he sat in the main hall, holding that wolf brush, though it made him feel flustered.

This was Kunlun, this was Yunqi Daoist Temple on South Mountain, this was his and his Master's territory, and he had been learning to write a Peace Talisman from his Master.

Although he hadn't yet entered the Fu Dao, and couldn't even write one complete talisman.

But at this moment, his hand unconsciously drew randomly in the snow, his brush strokes like a dragon and snake, just like he had copied the Daoist Scripture that morning.

Just like he had brandished his wooden sword randomly in the snow.

"Buzz!"

An imperceptible chirp, a faint golden light, flashed from behind the Old Daoist, from the snow.

To Hundred Flowers Granny and Baili Wenqiu, it looked like the Old Daoist, in his rage, had condensed his cultivation and was about to fight them to the death.

Only the Old Daoist was suddenly startled, and in an instant...

Seeing the crooked talisman in the snow, at this moment, he couldn't help but smile inwardly.

A life and death moment!

His not-too-stupid disciple had actually written a Peace Talisman in the snow with a branch.

This surprised him even more than when he saw Wang Xian's strokes penetrate the paper and leave marks on the table back then.

There are many cultivators in the world, but few Talisman Masters.

Because Talisman Masters not only need to cultivate but also comprehend the Way of Heaven and Earth...

And his beloved disciple had actually achieved a breakthrough realm in the snow.

Becoming a humble Talisman Master.

With a light wave of his sleeve, the Old Daoist erased the traces in the snow, his mouth corner moved slightly.

Hearing this, Wang Xian scrambled up and, with a whoosh, drilled into the kitchen.

Under the stunned gazes of Hundred Flowers Granny and Baili Wenqiu. With a "bang!", Wang Xian slammed the kitchen door shut from the inside.

From now on, whatever happens outside, fighting to the death or not, has nothing to do with me.

The Old Daoist chuckled inwardly, but his face remained covered in frost.

Looking at Hundred Flowers Granny, he said, "Let me see your sword!"