Chapter 54: Domination of the World
The moon sets and the stars disappear , the sun rises in the east.
The martial artists present felt as if they had had a nightmare, the kind from which they could never wake up.
Rushi Temple, one of the two great Buddhist and Taoist lineages, seems to be taken down by someone alone?
Before the mountain gate.
The Buddha's shout, the sword's ringing, and the tiger's roar remain the same.
But most of the 108 innate arhat stick monks were dead, and the six great master bodhisattvas were staggering, and it was obvious that they could not hold on for much longer.
The 'Vajra Arhat Demon Subduing Formation' that had suppressed the great masters was about to fall apart.
"Ha ha!"
Suddenly, Fang Xian's full-bodied laughter could be heard: "I've seen enough of this formation, let's just break it."
The white tiger roared, forcing away the flying sword and the monk.
The next moment, he suddenly threw out six punches.
Bang!
The six great master Bodhisattvas exploded directly and were swallowed by the blood mist in mid-air.
Without them, the remaining innate stick monks suddenly fell to the ground, turned into mummies, and also merged into the blood mist.
Fang Xian felt that the energy in his body was endless and was almost overflowing.
call out!
At this moment, a flying sword broke through the force field with difficulty and slashed through his shoulder.
A column of blood spurted out.
But Fang Xian didn't even frown. He controlled his muscles to heal, and a surge of energy restored him to his original state.
"Magic power!"
The holy monk Zhifan shouted: "Such a demon, everyone in the martial arts world must kill him!"
"snort!"
Fang Xian glanced coldly and said, "Who in the world can kill me?"
In terms of high-end martial arts, even the two great masters of Rushi Temple and Qingyuan Palace combined are no match for him.
When it comes to siege, once his White Tiger aura is released, thousands of troops will have no choice but to kneel.
Even if you want to exhaust him to death, it is impossible in the blood mist.
"Catastrophe, catastrophe..."
Monk Zhifan no longer had his previous composure. He took several steps back and suddenly lost his breath.
He had been worked to death by Fang Xian!
At this point, the great master and Rushi Temple were defeated by Fang Xian and were completely ruined.
The flying sword in the air let out a mournful cry and was about to fly back to the swordsman who was sitting cross-legged.
Fang Xian's eyes were cold and he chased after him.
He saw the green light fall into the hands of the swordsman, and then the swordsman stood up with a pale face.
Obviously, a lot of energy and spirit were consumed in the formation.
"Come here!"
Fang Xian grabbed with both hands, and the white tiger behind him opened its bloody mouth and seemed to inhale.
A pulling force suddenly fell on the swordsman.
This is different from before. The distance is very close, and Fang Xian has made another breakthrough, improving in all aspects. However, the swordsman has suffered great damage to his vitality, and the probability of escape is less than 30%!
The swordsman gritted his teeth and floated away like duckweed.
Fang Xian followed closely behind, determined that he would not let this man go this time, even if he had to chase him to the ends of the earth.
Around Rushi Temple.
"Rushi Temple, it's over..."
"Qingyuan Palace, I'm afraid..."
The leaders of the six major sects looked at each other, all feeling panic.
Other masters of unorthodox sects felt quite proud.
Yu Longjiao looked at all this with a dazed expression.
The scenes that happened in the past few days made her feel like she was in a dream.
…
Not long after, news spread in the martial arts world that Fang Xian, the White Tiger Star Lord, had challenged Rushi Temple alone, causing the martial arts world to be collectively speechless.
Even later, when the news of the swordsman's death at his hands spread, it did not cause any waves.
Because all the warriors are almost numb.
…
A few months later.
Yuanwu Kingdom, Yuanwu City.
Construction has begun again on the original site of Jinfengxiyu Tower to build a new headquarters.
"Congratulations, you're back."
Not far away, Fang Xian said to Yu Long Jiao.
"Golden Wind and Drizzle... maybe we should change the name, how about Tianxia Tower?" Yu Longjiao asked suddenly with a sweet smile.
"Are you testing me? "
Fang Xian shrugged his shoulders: "I am not very interested in fighting for world domination, nor in unifying the martial arts world. My dream is just to stand higher and see different scenery. There is no need to commit more murders..."
"Now, you are revered as the best master in the world. You can destroy a country with just a word... Is this your only ideal?" Yu Longjiao said with a wry smile.
"It's simple, right? But it's difficult..."
Fang Xian changed the subject: "How do those famous and upright sects react?"
"What else can we do? Qingyuan Palace and Rushi Temple announced that they would close the mountain for 200 years and would not care about the affairs of the martial arts world. The six major sects are also shrinking... Of course, they also sent a lot of valuable gifts."
"Even you said it was a valuable gift, so it must be something good." Fang Xian nodded.
Taking advantage of the power of killing two great masters before, he had plundered the treasure houses of the Brahma and Daoist sects at lightning speed.
The skills such as "Dragon and Tiger Power Vajra Indestructible Magical Power" and "Sword Controlling Technique" were directly acquired.
Apart from that, there is nothing else worth seeing.
"Except for Bodhi Temple, all the other six major sects have sent their own unique skills and other classics, saying that they want you to appreciate them..." Yu Longjiao pursed her lips and smiled.
It is well known that Fang Xian likes to collect martial arts secrets.
This is the money the six major sects pay for their lives!
“Not bad, not bad…”
Fang Xian was very satisfied with this: "I have no intention of provoking a dispute, so let's maintain the status quo."
"With your words, they can rest assured."
Yu Longjiao said solemnly: "The martial arts world, and even the entire world, can have two hundred years of peace. Everyone should thank you for this!"
Today's Fang Xian can indeed be said to be able to suppress the world by himself.
Before he dies of old age, all the evil spirits and monsters are just clowns. It can be seen that the martial arts world will indeed usher in a fairly long period of peace.
As for what happens after death, I can’t control that, and I don’t want to control it.
"Two hundred years..."
Fang Xian suddenly sighed.
He is currently in his twenties and according to the limits of the human body in this world, he still has about one hundred and sixty to seventy years to live.
The Brahma and Daoist sects set a rule to close the mountain for two hundred years, which was to admit defeat completely and wait for him to die of old age.
"If I can break through the limit of 200 years of lifespan, I will definitely be able to give them a big surprise... Unfortunately, it seems unlikely..."
Fang Xian stood on a high place, overlooking the entire Yuanwu City.
Memories of the previous life could not help but emerge.
Being mediocre and muddle-headed, he eventually died miserably...
In this life, he finally stood at the top. He was the only one who could step on others to death, and no one else could step on him.
And, I saw more and different scenery.
"This is... my world."
He whispered, his emotions mixed.
