Three Hundred and Seventy Three. Mother and Daughter

Su Po made a move, which greatly surprised Peng Ziling.

Previously, he never imagined that the target of the opponent's attack was actually a person from Chang'an City.

At the same time, from the jade pendant around his waist came the second half of the sentence that should laugh at me:

"...But Su Po's situation seems to be wrong, as if he has lost his past memory, or practiced swords without love and righteousness."

Su Po made a move at this moment, as if he was verifying Ying Xiao's evaluation of him.

He slashed out with a single sword, aiming at Ao Ying without leaving any room.

To be precise, it should be the sheathless long sword in Ao Ying's hand.

Shen Herong seemed to have been prepared.

In a flash, she rescued Ao Ying in time.

And the long sword was thrown out.

Su Po's sword light was everywhere, and the opponent's long sword snapped at the sound.

Just like how he treated the scabbard in the past, after Su Po destroyed the sheathless long sword with a sword, he ignored the people present and turned around to leave.

It seemed that everyone present, whether enemy or friend, had nothing to do with him.

But this time, things changed.

Su Po just turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped.

He stood where he was, with a rare look of confusion in his eyes.

In the confusion, clarity emerges, and then falls into confusion again, and so on.

Su Po stood in mid-air without moving, as if he had become a suspended statue.

With his appearance, Ao Ying, who was still in shock, and Chen Chaoyan beside him, were also puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

Peng Ziling, head teacher of the Taiqing Palace, frowned with his long snow-white eyebrows.

No matter how fast Shen Herong improves, he still needs to practice.

Su Po is different.

Peng Ziling could tell that the other party had reached the peak of the thirteenth realm,

It may only be half a step away from the fourteenth realm.

His kendo is more advanced than it was back then.

Right now, if the two sides fight against each other, Peng Ziling is really not sure that he can beat this opponent.

And the other party's current state is extremely strange.

Chen Chaoyan on the other side is not to be missed.

While Peng Ziling was thinking, his heart suddenly moved slightly.

His cultivation base is superb, and he has extensive experience for thousands of years.

Just now, he couldn't see through the sword intent emanating from the long sword in Ao Ying's hand at the first moment, but now that he thinks about it, it has some similarities with the sword that Su Po struck just now.

But there are also differences.

Su Po cut off this sword, perhaps because of the similarities between the two.

Then his current appearance is because of the difference between the two?

The sword intent in the long sword inspired him...

Right now, he was trying to figure out the sword intent of the long sword that he had just cut off.

Peng Ziling let out a breath slowly.

From the ground under the rule of Jing Chao, Yin Chao and others in Chang'an, there was news that Chang'an City Lord personally took action to capture and kill Qinghe Zhenren, Ninghuang Hanfeng and others.

According to the rumors, the Lord of Chang'an City is a swordsman who is rare in the world.

If Su Po hadn't appeared in other places before, revealing that he was still at the thirteenth realm, everyone would have guessed that the real body of the Lord of Chang'an City was the "Sword Demon" Su Po.

Peng Ziling had never seen Chang'an City Lord's swordplay.

But could the sword intent that can make Su Po fall into contemplation come from the handwriting of Chang'an City Lord?

It can be seen that Su Po's current situation is indeed strange, and he is no longer the "sword demon" among the Twelve Yamas of the past.

So now, the actions of Chang'an City, could it be to regain Su Po?

Su Po wondered if the sword intent was successful, would he be able to reach a higher level and return to Chang'an at the same time?

Thinking of this, Peng Ziling shook his head slowly.

He immediately made a move, and infinite sun thunder condensed in midair, and then turned into a tall Taiqing figure, standing up to the sky and holding the universe in his palm.

Taiqing and Peng Ziling made the same formula, so the formless and formless divine thunder instantly spread in all directions, enveloping Su Po, Shen Herong and others.

Su Po's eyes were still sometimes confused and sometimes clear.

However, facing Peng Ziling's Taishi Wuxiang Shenlei, he immediately unsheathed a tattered iron sword in his hand, bringing out the most splendid and coldest brilliance in the world.

The invisible divine thunders seemed to be clearly visible in his eyes, and they were sliced ​​by the sword light one after another.

The divine thunder exploded in a row, seemingly nothing, but the surrounding world was in turmoil as a whole, as if it was about to be torn apart.

The two sides played against each other, and for a while, neither of them could do anything to the other.

Shen Herong protected Ao Ying and Chen Chaoyan, but his expression was somewhat solemn.

Peng Ziling singled out Su Po, there is no certainty of victory.

But the old Taoist recruited Lianhuan, and he didn't mean to give up at all.

From this point of view, he has reinforcements, and they will be here soon.

Sure enough, just as Shen Herong's thoughts turned here, he saw the far sky in the north suddenly covered with dark gold.

Then, before ordinary people could blink, a huge black shadow flew over the crowd.

Its wings spread out, and the sunlight suddenly dimmed.

It was clearly Xuanfeng, the current patriarch of the Golden-winged Roc clan.

The demon emperor of the fifth realm has a cultivation strength comparable to that of the strong human race of the fourteenth realm.

Immediately after Xuanfeng, another majestic man in a dragon robe appeared.

Shen Herong also recognized each other.

The current emperor of the Dagan Dynasty, Song Jun.

Although not as fast as the golden-winged roc Xuanfeng, the other party can feel this place in an instant, as if seeing thousands of miles away as nothing, and has obviously reached the fourteenth level of cultivation strength.

Inside the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun's eyes lit up when he saw this.

Qianhuang Song Jun also reached the fourteenth realm, which was something they had never expected before.

Looking at Song Jun's appearance, he doesn't look like a new breakthrough, but he may be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, hiding his deepest thoughts.

Two people and one demon, three top experts of the fourteenth realm gathered together, the pressure brought by it almost suffocated Ao Ying and Chen Chaoyan, who were relatively low in cultivation.

Su Po's expression was as usual, calm and without any emotion.

Facing three fourteenth-level opponents at the same time, even he could not win now.

But at this moment, he didn't intend to evade and run away, he still took his time and dealt with Peng Ziling.

During this process, his eyes were still sometimes confused and sometimes clear.

It seemed that he would not give up until he figured out the obstacles in his heart thoroughly.

Because of this, I was in a dangerous situation, like walking on thin ice, and I no longer cared.

"If he leaves today, it's a big problem for us." Peng Ziling said.

He desperately wanted Xuanfeng and Song Jun to find out about Chen Chaoyan's matter, and still called them to help, but he realized that the matter was of great importance, so he should not hesitate to ignore it.

When Dapeng Xuanfeng and Qianhuang Song Jun saw this, they didn't ask any more questions, and they shot directly.

"Sword Demon" Su Po is no ordinary enemy.

Even if it is three against one, they may be cautious.

Although each had their own thoughts, what Peng Ziling said was not bad. Everyone solved the enemy together first, and then spoke slowly.

But just when Dapeng Xuanfeng and Qianhuang Song Jun joined the battle group, another sword light suddenly lit up in the distance.

Xuanfeng was furious, and between the vibrations of his wings, all phenomena were transformed into golden weather, and there was also an infinite surge of sword energy immediately, and those who came with him fought against each other.

However, the opponent's kendo turned from thousands of sword qi into a golden storm.

Under the collision between the two sides, the comer suffered a little loss, but his method was orderly, and he did not show any signs of failure.

Dapeng Niao Xuanfeng, Peng Ziling and Song Jun all had a slight movement in their hearts.

The opponent's way of swordsmanship is really brilliant.

One sword transforms ten thousand dharmas, one sword transforms all phenomena, although he still has the strength of the thirteenth realm, but he actually has the demeanor of the demon emperor of the ten thousand phenomena realm.

After the sword energy and storm dissipated, a woman's figure appeared.

The visitor looked about thirty or forty years old, graceful and gorgeous, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Peng Ziling, head teacher of the Taiqing Palace, and Qianhuang Song Jun both woke up.

The woman in front of him should be the female swordsman who Kong Shengzhen said earlier and prevented him from going to Jiufeng Academy.

Looking at it now, what Kong Shengzhen said was true.

The woman's swordsmanship attainments in front of her are really superb, even above the Shushan Sword Art, comparable to the "Sword Demon" Su Po in the past.

Su Po's gaze also turned to the woman at this moment.

However, he quickly withdrew his gaze, and his attention was still on his own way of the sword.

And Ao Ying was stunned on the spot.

She stared at each other intently, speechless in a daze.

On the contrary, the woman's eyes fell on her, and she softened a lot: "When you left, you were still young, but mother recognized Ying'er at a glance. Can Ying'er still recognize her as mother?"

"Mother!" Ao Ying called out, wanting to throw herself into the opponent's arms, but she was worried about Peng Ziling and others.

But in a flash, the woman was already in front of her, and then hugged her into her arms.

"Mother, I miss you so much these years." Ao Ying sobbed, and the tears could not be stopped.

The woman hugged her and sighed softly: "Blame me. After returning to the teacher's gate, the teacher's gate suffered an accident. I was in trouble for my mother and myself. I was worried that I would implicate you, so I never came back to see you. Now I finally relax. I have an errand, and finally I can come to you, mother and daughter are reunited."

"Mother, are you alright now?" Ao Ying was startled when she heard this.

"The matter hasn't been completely resolved yet, so my mother's visit this time can be regarded as a secret meeting with you."

The woman said: "However, the turning point has come. Later, we will be able to reunite often."

Ao Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Peng Ziling and the others frowned.

Song Jun looked at Peng Ziling.

The old Taoist said slowly, "It's Ao Kong's daughter."

While speaking, his eyes fell on the woman: "So it's Mrs. Ao, I'm so poor and disrespectful."

"I don't dare to take what the Taoist priest said, the concubine is no longer Mrs. Ao."

The woman wiped away tears from Ao Ying's face: "It's just the child's mother."

Qianhuang Song Jun said slowly: "Since that's the case, you might as well take your daughter to find another place to reunite. We will not interfere."

Ao Ying was startled when she heard this, and quickly looked at her mother.

The woman patted her daughter's hand lightly, signaling her not to worry.

She turned her head and glanced at Song Jun, Peng Ziling, and Xuanfeng: "It's not convenient for me to take my daughter away on this trip, and she will naturally have to go back to Chang'an later, so the two of us will leave like this. Back in Chang'an, it's not easy to get along with others, I have no choice but to offend the three of you."

Dapeng Xuanfeng snorted coldly: "Then you die with them."

After all, with a flap of his wings, Wan Dao Gang Feng cut down like a knife.