Chapter 33: Once Miao Zong appears, all warriors in the world are just like him
On the city wall, the Demon Lord looked from afar and saw Xu Tianji being knocked back. He was shocked.
That middle-aged man is no ordinary person. He is a genuine master of the Tongtian realm and the head of a sect. Even if the two of them join forces, they cannot offset the power of Taoist Changsheng?
This is too ridiculous...
The Demon Lord was shocked, his eyes flickered, and he began to make another plan.
the other side.
In the Seventh Prince’s Palace, fourteen figures were standing on the eaves of a roof. They were Nanyun Buddha and Tianxu Thirteen Thorns. They were also watching the battle.
Buddha of Misfortune frowned. The power of Taoist Changsheng made him think of the mysterious man who killed Buddha of Misfortune, but the temperaments of the two were very different.
The leader of the Thirteen Assassins of Tianxu is called Gui Liu. He has a strong body but a thin waist. He holds a broadsword with both hands, and a pair of cold eyes like snakes and scorpions are revealed under his bamboo hat. He said, "This person must be better than Tongtian, and the same is true for Xu Tianji. I didn't expect that Dajing Wulin actually has such a person hidden. This martial arts desert is not as weak as we imagined."
Another assassin snorted, "Indeed, the emperor's chief criminals are even more powerful than those of the sky. I wonder where he got them from."
While they were talking, Xu Tianji let go and stared at Jiang Changsheng with a sharp look in his eyes.
The previously arrogant and conceited middle-aged man was shocked by Jiang Changsheng's power. He looked at him in fear, not daring to speak again, let alone take action.
Jiang Changsheng's five fingers on his left hand that supported the hilt of the sword moved as if he was playing the piano. He smiled and said, "I'll give you a chance. Come at me all at once. If you can let me fight to my heart's content, I may not kill you."
The scene before him required him to earn a survival reward, the value of which depended on the enemy's strength, so he used provocation.
Xu Tianji snorted in a deep voice: "The Taoist priest is really arrogant, there is no need for 500 people, I alone am enough!"
He pushed the middle-aged man away, his footsteps sounded, his momentum burst out, and his true energy surged, making his robe rustle and his long hair flutter. Other martial arts masters scattered and surrounded Jiang Changsheng to prevent him from escaping.
Qing Ku and the other three had retreated to the middle of the mountain and continued to watch the battle, feeling extremely nervous.
They knew that Jiang Changsheng was very strong, but there were more than 500 martial arts masters.
The young King of Wei, Wang Chen, Ping An and other disciples were watching the battle in a stone pavilion on the mountain. From here they could barely see the situation below the mountain.
"Can Master win?" the young King of Wei asked nervously. This was the first time he had experienced such a grand scene since he was a child.
Wang Chen nodded and said, "We can win, we will definitely win."
Ping'an was crying loudly. If Wangchen hadn't stopped him, he would have probably rushed down the mountain.
Xu Tianji moved forward step by step, his momentum rising continuously, already surpassing that of Tongtian Realm, and other martial arts masters were also shocked.
"Master Xu's power is so terrifying?"
"I was scared to death. It seems that Master Xu was careless just now."
"Of course. With Master Xu's skills, it would be easy for him to dodge."
"However, the Taoist Changsheng of Longqi Temple is indeed very powerful. His skills have already reached the top level in the martial arts world."
"Master Changsheng looks so young. Could it be that the rumors are true? He survived the thunder tribulation and his face remains young. Is he an immortal who has descended to earth?"
The martial arts masters were talking among themselves, their eyes fixed on Xu Tianji and Jiang Changsheng.
Xu Tianji stopped and stood three feet away from Jiang Changsheng. He began to practice energy with both palms, crossing them in a circle in front of his body and stopping in front of his lower abdomen. His momentum had reached its peak, making the masters within a hundred feet feel suffocated and extremely oppressed.
He suddenly stomped his feet and rushed towards Jiang Changsheng. He condensed blue energy in his right palm and struck out with it. It was like a blade, tearing through the flying snow with unstoppable force.
Jiang Changsheng raised his eyes, and golden light burst out. A huge golden shadow emerged from his body and quickly reached a height of five meters. This golden shadow looked like him, but had three heads and six arms, and held different magical weapons in its hands.
Wonderful Dharma image!
Xu Tianji's pupils shrank, and before he could react, Miao Zong Fashang swung a sword shadow which collided with his true energy and directly knocked him away.
Xu Tianji rolled in the air, landed quickly, and then slid backwards. He slapped the ground with his right palm to steady his body.
Everyone's eyes widened, with an expression as if they had seen a ghost, including Qing Ku and his four companions and the disciples who went up the mountain to watch the battle.
The Demon Lord, the Buddha of Difficult Luck, the Thirteen Thorns of Tianxu, and all the warriors watching the battle in various places in the city were all shocked.
what is that?
Xu Tianji felt his blood boiling and his internal organs aching. He swallowed the blood in his throat. He stood up and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of martial arts is this?"
Jiang Changsheng said calmly: "Miao Zong Fa Xiang, this is a martial art that I created myself. It will also be the unique skill of Longqi Temple in the future. Today, I will let all the heroes in the world see the power of Miao Zong Fa Xiang."
Everyone took note of the name and pondered its true meaning.
Xu Tianji suddenly disappeared from the spot. The next second, he appeared on the left side of Jiang Changsheng, and hit Jiang Changsheng's face with his right palm from bottom to top.
Jiang Changsheng glanced at him, swung the whisk with his right hand, and hit Xu Tianji in the face. Xu Tianji only felt that the soft long whisk contained tremendous power, which almost made his eyes black.
Miao Zong Fashang held a huge hammer in one arm and smashed it down. With a bang, Xu Tianji was knocked to the ground on the snow. This time, the blood could not be hidden at all and spurted out of his mouth.
Xu Tianji supported the ground with his left palm, his true energy burst out, his pupils turned blue, he shattered the shadow of the giant hammer, his body flew sideways, and he distanced himself again.
Jiang Changsheng raised his eyebrows. Is this the legendary immortal secret?
There's something!
The explosive power just now was indeed amazing, but it was mainly because Jiang Changsheng showed mercy.
The reason he showed mercy was that he wanted to get the survival reward .
Xu Tianji stood up, raised his hands high, turned his true energy into a sword, and slashed down angrily. The sword energy was ten feet long, cutting through the flying snow, as if splitting the sky and the earth into two.
Miao Zong Fashang raised his long staff to form a protective shield, easily blocking the sword energy!
Xu Tianji rushed towards Jiang Changsheng again. He leaped up and kicked him. His internal energy surrounded his body like a magical arrow that could pierce through everything.
Miao Zong Fashang swung his other hand and hit with a fan, but Xu Tianji did not dodge. Instead, he increased his true energy. Just now, he was able to shatter the giant hammer, which shows that Miao Zong Fashang is not invincible.
boom!
Xu Tianji was blown away, leaping over the heads of hundreds of people and crashing into the city wall, causing it to collapse and rubble to fly everywhere. He was embedded in it, looking miserable.
quiet!
There was dead silence at the foot of Longqi Mountain.
The Demon Lord, the Buddha of Difficult Luck and the Thirteen Thorns of Tianxu were all stunned.
Xu Tianji's speed and power are very strong, and his martial arts are also very domineering, but he seems vulnerable in front of Miao Zong's Dharma Image.
"What are you waiting for? Come on, attack together! Are all the Dajing Wulin people cowards? When the ancient Khan invaded, you dared not to fight the enemy and only dared to bully the minority from behind? If so, then I really look down on the Dajing Wulin!"
Jiang Changsheng's voice sounded, his tone was calm, but the sarcasm in his words deeply stimulated all the masters present.
Anyone who enters the city is an expert in martial arts, and the disciples of various sects can only wait outside the city. The reason for waiting is that they are afraid that the court will take the opportunity to wipe out the experts of various sects.
A white-haired old man shouted angrily: "Let's attack together. Don't let the thief Taoist look down on us. We will try our best, and he may not be able to kill us all!"
He immediately rushed towards Jiang Changsheng. More than 500 masters were furious and attacked Jiang Changsheng from all directions. Some of them leaped up, and they seemed to be overwhelming.
In the ice and snow, Jiang Changsheng had nowhere to escape. The golden light of Miao Zong's Dharma image was shining so dazzling.
Jiang Changsheng grasped the hilt of the Taihang Sword and pulled it out of the snow. In an instant, Miao Zong Faxiang rose up and waved his six-armed magic weapon frantically.
Clang! Clang! Bang! Snap...
Countless collision sounds were heard, and more than 500 martial arts masters rushed towards Jiang Changsheng and Miao Zong Fashang one after another. Although Miao Zong Fashang had six arms, he was unable to kill more than 500 people at the same time.
Jiang Changsheng waved his whisk and knocked away the attacking warriors one by one, as if he was sweeping away dust, effortlessly.
This scene left all the spectators silent, with looks of disbelief on their faces.
Jiang Changsheng and Miao Zong Fashang stood still. No matter how many masters rushed towards them, they were all defeated.
"Master is so awesome!"
The little King of Wei was so excited that if Wang Chen hadn't grabbed the back of his collar, he would have jumped off the cliff.
Nanyun Buddha trembled all over and murmured, "What realm is he in?"
There were so many masters, the weakest of whom was at the True Yuan Realm, and there were more than fifty at the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, but they were no match at all.
Third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, true essence, spiritual consciousness, heaven-reaching, divine heart!
Is God's state of mind really so invincible?
Jiang Changsheng played around for a while, then lost interest. Although he wanted to get the survival reward, he couldn't let himself be bullied. Some people had to die in this battle!
boom!
He kicked an attacking female warrior to the ground in the snow. There was a crisp sound of bones breaking. The female warrior vomited blood and fainted instantly.
"Everyone, it's time to end."
Jiang Changsheng raised his eyes, his gaze became extremely cold, and murderous intent spread.
Miao Zong Fashang raised his six arms, three heads merged into one, six arms merged into two, and the six magic weapons condensed into a golden sword, slashing down angrily.
The sword energy was mighty and the wind was howling. All the warriors, whether they were charging or lying on the ground, were blown away. The city wall where Xu Tianji was hanging was cracked, and cracks were all over the wall, as if it was about to collapse. The heavy snow was blown into the city, like a thick fog.
Xu Tianji fell on the snow with blurred consciousness. There were gravels all over his body. He no longer cared about the pain. The roar between heaven and earth made him very uncomfortable. He vaguely heard a lot of screams.
I don’t know how long it took, but finally, everything returned to normal.
Xu Tianji raised his head with difficulty and opened his eyes. A figure came over and blocked the sunlight. It was Jiang Changsheng.
Jiang Changsheng looked down at him and asked, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live? Do you want them all to die, or to live with you?"
Xu Tianji's pupils trembled violently, his mind was shocked, unprecedented fear surged into his heart, and he couldn't even muster a trace of anger.
The gap is too big.
Since he started practicing martial arts, he had never encountered such a crushing defeat. Moreover, he had already achieved great martial arts skills and really thought he was invincible in Dajing. Unexpectedly...
Xu Tianji saw the Taihang Sword raised, intending to behead him. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, saying, "I want to live... Let them live too..."
Jiang Changsheng picked him up as if he were carrying a chicken or a dog, and turned to walk towards Longqi Mountain.
"Let's go and atone for guarding the mountain for ten years at Longqi Temple."
In the distance, on the city wall, the Demon Lord was trembling all over.
Nanyun Buddha and Tianxu Thirteen Ci were also frightened and remained silent for a long time.
…
Outside the city, tens of thousands of warriors were waiting. The sounds of fighting and roars coming from the direction of Longqi Mountain made them extremely nervous. They did not expect that facing the siege of so many sects, Longqi Temple could still launch such a fierce battle, but the sound soon disappeared.
The disciples of various factions became more and more anxious as they waited, and some even suggested breaking in. However, they felt that the court should not take action, and even if they did, it would be impossible to kill so many masters in a short period of time.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the city gate suddenly opened and all the disciples waited eagerly.
A white-haired old man covered in blood walked out tremblingly, holding his right arm. Everyone was shocked to see his miserable appearance.
"That's...Tianyi Sect's Master Chen?"
Someone exclaimed, and immediately a group of disciples surrounded him. Behind the white-haired old man was a group of seriously injured masters.
The white-haired old man raised his head, his eyes full of fear. He smiled bitterly and said, "Once Miao Zong appears, all the martial artists in the world are just like him..."
"How ridiculous! How ridiculous!"
The head of a sect went completely crazy, screamed to the sky, and finally vomited blood and died, surrounded by his disciples.
The heavy snow buried half of Dajing's martial arts courage.
