Chapter 160: Fighting for a Hundred Years without a Single Defeat
"You look very imposing, maybe you can really defeat Daozu. This is the first time I see someone walking on the waves."
Jiang Changsheng said with emotion, feeling happy when he heard the middle-aged man laugh.
He patted Jiang Changsheng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Little Taoist, you are so nice to hear. Since we are destined to meet, I advise you to enjoy life while you can and not to continue practicing Taoism, because the world will soon change and a catastrophe will come to the world!"
After saying that, he flew in the direction Jiang Changsheng had pointed out before and quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Jiang Changsheng was secretly curious, what was the greatest disaster in the world?
But he was not in a hurry, because the other party was going to challenge him anyway.
He smiled and disappeared.
Back on Longqi Mountain, Jiang Changsheng found the white dragon, opened the Eye of the Dao, and sucked the huge white dragon into the Dao Realm.
Today's Dao Realm is as large as 40,000 miles in radius, which is equivalent to the size of an ordinary dynasty. After a long period of accumulation, it is full of spiritual energy.
Jiang Changsheng is the only one in the world who practices Taoism. A warrior absorbs the spiritual energy of martial arts. All the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is for his use, so he absorbs the spiritual energy without any obstacles.
Within the realm of Tao.
A sea of clouds had gathered in the sky. The sky was high and the sea was far away. A continent fell in the center. Trees were lush. A huge white dragon landed and looked at the vast world, and was immediately surprised.
"You'll be living here from now on, but it's just you for now. If you need anything, feel free to speak up. I can hear you."
When Jiang Changsheng's voice sounded, Bailong nodded quickly, then wandered among the mountains, feeling very comfortable. It had been a long time since it had exercised like this.
In order to create this continent, Jiang Changsheng spent a long time, not only absorbing soil from Dajing, but also going to other places, so as not to change the landform.
After breaking through the eighth level of Dao Fa Zi Ran Gong, the Dao Realm has not only expanded, but has also been transforming. There is a vague and inexplicable force maintaining this realm. Jiang Changsheng believes that it is the power of the world's rules, but it is very weak and he cannot study it for the time being.
His consciousness returned to reality and he walked back to his own courtyard.
Bai Qi felt that Bai Long's breath had disappeared, and couldn't help asking, "Where did Bai Long go?"
Jiang Changsheng said: "Send him away."
"ah?"
Bai Qi was shocked. In his opinion, his status was far inferior to Bai Long. It hadn't even left the mountain yet, so why did Jiang Changsheng send Bai Long away?
Am I going to be promoted?
Jiang Changsheng sat under the Earth Spirit Tree and said, "I'm just kidding. Don't ask about the White Dragon. It won't do you any good."
Bai Qi quickly shut up.
…
As autumn turns to winter, heavy snow falls, covering the prosperous capital city, but it cannot hide the bright lights in the world.
In the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng was relaxing for a rare moment and was playing chess with Chen Li.
Chen Li in this life is already fifty-four years old. Compared with his previous life, he pays more attention to martial arts in this life, which makes him look only in his early forties. Now he is in a high position of power and is already one of the prime ministers of the three provinces, and is deeply trusted by the emperor.
Chen Li frowned, he realized that no matter what step he took, Daozu would see through it.
Little did he know that his psychological activities had already been seen through by Jiang Changsheng.
The reason is simple, Chen Li is also a believer of Jiang Changsheng.
a long time.
Chen Li gave up and sighed, "Daozu, you are still the best. I have defeated all the ministers in the court and have never met an opponent, but I just can't defeat you."
Jiang Changsheng said: "Chess is like life. Sometimes you want to win, but you can't."
Chen Li seemed to be thinking about something, and even the Sword God on the roof was thinking about this sentence.
Seeing their expressions, Jiang Changsheng looked calm but happy in his heart.
"Where is Daozu? Come out and fight me! I'll be waiting for you at the South City Gate!"
A loud shout resounded through the sky, causing the snow on the treetops to slide down.
Chen Li and the Sword God woke up in shock, and even Bai Qi, who was dozing off, turned over and stood up.
This voice was exactly the middle-aged man that Jiang Changsheng had met at the beach before. Jiang Changsheng raised the corners of his mouth and said to himself, "It's a bit slow."
at the same time.
In the capital city, on the south gate, a middle-aged man stood proudly on the top of the city wall. The cold snow fluttered in the air, but it all flew around him and could not land on him.
The heavy snow could not cover his soaring pride.
The handle of the knife behind him trembled slightly because he was very excited.
"After traveling across the sea for a hundred years, I finally found a suitable opponent. Daozu, please don't let me down."
The middle-aged man chuckled softly, his eyes defiant, his gaze fixed on Long Qishan.
The soldiers on the city wall looked at him nervously, and no one dared to take action.
One by one, guards in white appeared on the roofs of the city, and many warriors ran out, all looking at the middle-aged man excitedly.
This person threatened to challenge Daozu, so the soldiers and white-clothed guards did not dare to stop him. This was also the emperor's instruction.
For many years, no one has dared to challenge the Taoist Ancestor.
Zhang Ying from Qiyuan Chamber of Commerce walked out of the mansion. He had just returned to the capital for a few days and unexpectedly met someone challenging Daozu.
He and a group of disciples quickly rushed to the eaves near the South City Gate. He looked carefully and his face changed drastically.
A disciple nearby asked curiously, "Captain, do you know him?"
Zhang Ying took a deep breath and said, "This man's name is Wu Song, his origins are mysterious, and he has swept across all the seas in recent years. He even challenged Tianhai and never met an opponent."
He travels between Dajing and Tianhai for many years, so he knows a lot of news.
The disciple asked, "What about Alliance Leader Ye? Was he defeated by him as well?"
Zhang Ying shook his head and said, "Of course not. Alliance Leader Ye is still in seclusion and no one knows where he is."
At the same time, more and more warriors came and discussed Wu Song's origins.
Wu Song clasped his hands across his chest, trying his best to suppress his excitement and waited patiently.
Soon, a figure came flying like a cloud and landed on the South City Gate, four feet away from him.
It was Jiang Changsheng. He was dressed in a white robe and holding a Qilin whisk in his hand, looking like a real immortal in the world.
After Wu Song saw his face clearly, he was stunned and frowned, saying, "Are you the Taoist Ancestor?"
Jiang Changsheng said: "If I am not the Dao Ancestor, who else should I be?"
"You lied to me!"
"What did I lie to you about?"
"you……"
Wu Song was choked. Thinking carefully, he realized that Jiang Changsheng had indeed not lied to him. Even the path he pointed out to him was correct.
He snorted coldly: "Forget it, Daozu, let me introduce myself. My name is Wu Song. I have been practicing sword for 300 years and fighting for 100 years without a single defeat. I heard that you killed five Cave Heaven Realm masters, one of whom had just broken through to the Second Cave Heaven Realm. Today, I hope you can defeat me!"
Jiang Changsheng knew that he was not weak, otherwise he would not have gone to the beach to wait for him.
This guy is definitely the second best!
Jiang Changsheng had used incense to calculate his value before, and it reached 600,000 incense points. No one in the nearby sea area could defeat him, so he could indeed be proud.
A hundred years of fighting?
No wonder Tianhai didn’t take him into account before. This guy, like most powerful people, has a wide range of activities.
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try to satisfy you."
He soared into the sky to avoid affecting the capital.
Wu Song also flew up. He had great martial ethics, otherwise he would not have been waiting so openly.
The two flew high into the sky and disappeared into the vast sea of clouds. Except for a few warriors at a high level, no one else could see them at all.
With a loud bang!
The heavy snow in the sky was shaken away and turned into rolling white mist, which spread like a circle, which was extremely spectacular.
Wu Song raised his right hand, and the broadsword behind him flew out of the scabbard and quickly fell into his hand.
He showed a defiant smile and stared at Jiang Changsheng unscrupulously. He shouted angrily and slashed with a knife.
In an instant, with Jiang Changsheng as the center, flaming sword auras appeared in all directions. There were hundreds of them, and they came towards him with unstoppable force, leaving no room for escape.
Jiang Changsheng waved the Qilin whisk and easily dispersed the sword energy.
Wu Song suddenly appeared above his head, holding the knife in both hands and slashing down angrily. The knife light flashed across the capital city, causing countless people to close their eyes.
Jiang Changsheng was even faster. He raised his right foot and kicked Wu Song in the chest, sending him flying over the mountains. He flew nearly twenty miles before stopping.
Wu Song rubbed his chest and felt a little pain, but this made him even more excited.
Jiang Changsheng flew towards him, but he was not panicked at all. He held the knife in front of him with both hands, and his true energy burst out like a blazing flame. He then took a horse stance, holding the knife with both hands and moving it back, his posture full of power.
Among the mountains, there were two monks hurrying on their way. They were the great monk Kashyapa and Zhou Juesai. When they saw Wu Song, they couldn't help but stop and looked at Wu Song's figure on the official road.
Zhou Juesai's eyes widened and he asked, "Master, is this person also in the Qiankun realm?"
The monk Kasyapa had a complicated look in his eyes and said, "He is much stronger than the Qiankun realm, which is a higher realm."
His face was pale, and it was obvious that his previous injuries had not yet healed.
The master and disciple looked at Wu Song. There was envy in the eyes of the monk Kashyapa, while Zhou Juesai had an excited look on his face.
Eight flame afterimages condensed around Wu Song's body. Their postures were exactly the same as his, and they also held their swords. Facing the approaching Jiang Changsheng, Wu Song grinned arrogantly. He swung the sword down, then raised it up again. The eight flame afterimages did the same, and their movements were uniform.
Nine sword energies mixed with blazing flames came forward at an extremely fast speed, flying through the mountains, cutting through the heavy snow, and leaving behind trails of air waves.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
The sword energy hit Jiang Changsheng and dissipated instantly without causing any harm to him.
When he dispersed the last ray of sword energy, Wu Song rushed in front of him, swung his sword quickly, and eight flaming afterimages followed, besieging Jiang Changsheng.
Their movements were extremely fast, and their sword-swinging speed was extremely fast. At first glance, it seemed that there were far more than nine figures besieging Jiang Changsheng. Blade Qis flew in all directions, dispersing the sea of clouds, cutting through patches of woods, and blasting into the mountains.
The earth trembled and dust flew.
The monk Kasyapa's face changed drastically, and he picked up Zhou Juesai and quickly dodged.
Wu Song swung his sword like a madman, but soon his expression changed.
No matter how he attacked, he couldn't break through Jiang Changsheng's spiritual shield.
An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart.
How is that possible!
His sword was so domineering that he once had a master who was a Three Cave Heavens expert. When his sword energy hurt his master, he knew that he should change his master. So even though he guessed that Jiang Changsheng might be a Three Cave Heavens expert, he was not afraid, and was even full of expectations.
He has never really fought with the strong men from the Three Cave Heavens!
Jiang Changsheng felt his sword energy, which was indeed powerful. He even felt that Wu Song could easily win against the five Red Moon ancestors alone. This person really had the capital to be arrogant.
But, enough of playing.
It's time to end it!
Jiang Changsheng's eyes turned cold, which made Wu Song's heart beat wildly. A strong sense of crisis overwhelmed his soul.
