Jiang Hu, which Jiang, Chu Xiang felt like he was about to catch some of the surface of this matter, but unfortunately the monk didn't make it clear which Jiang it was.
"The Jiang family has no successors. No matter how strong Jianghu is, there is only one person in the end. Although the Taigong situation was deep, he could not escape the purge of the First Emperor. Unexpectedly, the First Emperor burned books and harassed Confucian scholars, but in the end he made the Kong family dominate. Speaking of which, Tai Gong's layout is still superior." The virtual realm monk said.
Taigong, Jiang, Taigong Jiang, Chu Xiang was shocked. He didn’t expect that Jiang Hu was a descendant of Taigong Jiang, and the Kong family must be the Kong family of the most holy teachers. Could it be that the burning of books and the encirclement of Confucianism was just the intention of the First Emperor to cut off Jiang Taigong? With his handwriting, he is truly a terrifyingly cold-blooded emperor.
In this way, the situation is very clear. This game is a confrontation between the First Emperor and Jiang Taigong that transcends time and space. The First Emperor's arrangement is the fifth clan of Qi Refiners. Monks, Taoist priests, and military officers are all Jiang Taigong. Li Tianxing and Qin San and Tong seemed to be sitting on a mountain watching the fight between tigers. They should be watching the situation and waiting for the opportunity to close the deal.
What a far-reaching plan, two shocking battles have come to an end. It can be said that the two sides cannot win or lose. I don’t know what kind of master will emerge.
Someone's figure flashed in the woods, and Wu Cong, who had fallen into the hillside, was rescued. Under the slight cold wind, another master from the fifth family jumped into the air.
"Wugou, if I die, take them back immediately." The old monk from Xujing, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up and flew away in the air with a movement of his body.
Danjin monk Wujiu stood up, looking a little dazed. Just now the elder mentioned the word death.
This old monk obviously brought these young monks here intentionally to cultivate them. In such a level battle, these six young monks can experience the power of the battle immersively. In the future, their vision and realm will be completely different. If they do not die in the middle, they will definitely become the temple Center roof beam support.
As soon as the old monk left, Chu Xiang relaxed a lot and carefully pondered the mystery of the old monk's flying in the air. During the fierce battle, several people were in the virtual realm. They could all fly in the air, but he couldn't. Chu Xiang always found it strange. He only knew the secret after feeling the old monk fly through the air at close range.
The fifth person who showed up was an old man, also dressed as a farmer, holding a pipe in his hand. When he saw the old monk blocking the way, he didn't say anything. He stretched out his pipe and pointed it at the old monk. There was no sound of wind, as if Child's play.
The old monk knew that his opponent was powerful and did not dare to be careless. He pressed the Buddha's seal with his hand, golden light burst out from his fingers, and took the old farmer's pipe with his palm.
Wugou sat down. He knew what his responsibility was. He couldn't get excited at this time. With his senior brother gone, the six nephews could only rely on him.
The two of them fought in the air. The old monk was covered in golden light and his face was resolute. The old farmer's pipe hit him several times, making a clanging sound like iron. The old monk does not know how to fight. He only defends but does not attack. He cannot hold the Mingwang Seal in his left hand and the Ksitigarbha Vow Seal in his right hand. He is as motionless as a mountain and as calm as an abyss.
The old farmer's pipe kept hitting the monk, who was like a roly-poly
, Knocked back, Knocked back, but the flesh is flesh after all, and it is not really indestructible. Even steel has been smashed to pieces by the old farmer. After being hit by the old farmer's pipe thirty-eight times, the old monk's body was completely damaged. The golden light began to dim, and cracks appeared in the old farmer's pipe.
"Monk, you practice such a deadly skill and are so stubborn. Even if I don't want to kill you, I can't." The old farmer sighed, and the pipe suddenly hit the old monk. The old monk was knocked away again, and the pipe in the old farmer's hand shattered.
The old monk came back again. His face was as golden as paper and his whole body was dull. The old farmer sighed and punched him. The monk's golden body disappeared completely, and his whole body flew towards Chu Xiang like a cannonball.
Unexpectedly, the old monk went to stop him with the intention of dying, and he received forty blows from the old farmer. Chu Xiang secretly sighed, why is this necessary? It is beyond his power to retreat and settle for the second best.
The old monk flew over. I don't know whether it was the old farmer's miscalculation or something. The old monk did not fly in front of Wu Kuan and landed on the hillside more than 30 meters in front of Wu Kuan. Chu Xiang was just under the snow that the old monk fell.
Wugou was in great pain in his heart. He saw his senior brother's body falling and did not catch him. He also wanted to pick him up, but he couldn't. He had to take his six nephews back intact. The senior brother's fall was very fast and heavy. Shen will be injured, and it is absolutely impossible to fly someone so far with one punch. The old farmer must have used tricks secretly. If he is injured, with the current situation in this mountainous area, it is very likely that he will be plotted on the way back. If he cannot The six nephews were brought back safely, and he couldn't bear such a mistake even though he was so devastated.
Chu Xiang sighed. Even if the old farmer had the power of heaven, he couldn't hit the person five or six kilometers away. He knew that the old farmer had secretly used magic. It was obvious that the person falling in front of him was not unintentional. He must have discovered his existence and gave him to him conveniently. A few monks eliminated the threat as a tribute to the old monk.
The old farmer had no choice but to take action, Chu Xiang stood up from the ground and caught the old monk's body. The old monk was still breathing, so the old farmer obviously spared some energy to give the old monk a chance to make arrangements for his funeral.
Someone suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. Wujiu looked at Chu Xiang in shock, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He didn't notice that there was someone hiding in front of him. If this person had malicious intentions, the seven of him would have to answer for it.
Putting the old monk down in front of Wu Gu, Chu Xiang walked away and returned to Song Xiaoting, not wanting to be suspected of eavesdropping on his last words.
After the old farmer shot the old monk away, he did not continue to kill the phoenix on the tree, but turned around and returned to the dense forest from which he came. Chu Xiang understood what he was thinking. This was the old farmer's recognition and respect for the old monk. You knew you were outmatched, but you still tried to stop him with your death. I admire your courage. My only opponent is you. If you die, I will stop.
There is no doubt that what the old farmer did is enough to be called a great hero.
There is no way in heaven and earth, I have my own way.
Another person rose into the sky and looked ahead
As a person walking in the air, Chu Xiang suddenly realized that every drink and peck had a predetermined purpose. The old monk passed by in the air and he figured out the secret. This was the reason. He caught the old monk when he fell. This was Consequences, without this antecedent, there would be no such consequence.
The fifth person who appeared this time was a middle-aged farmer. He may have been carrying heavy things all year round. His back was a little hunched, his hands and feet were extremely rough, his face was yellow and black, and he was dressed like a typical Gansu and Shaanxi farmer. He looked ordinary. Strangely enough, his pacing in the air seemed as if he were walking on the ground, so casually.
The phoenix on the sycamore tree has retreated into its nest, and the nest made of branches can be vaguely colorful. People around the hill where the sycamore tree is located have all retreated far away. No one wants to be killed by the battle.
Suddenly there was a sound of thunder in the dense forest in the north: "Fifth hero, today we will end it with a fight between you and me."
"Ji Jijue, I won't talk nonsense to you. I will never give up until Fengniao dies today." The middle-aged farmer Wu Xiong said, with a strong Xi Shaanxi accent in his words. His voice was not loud, but it was heard by everyone everywhere, as if As if he was saying something that was taken for granted, his expression was unwavering and so calm that it was shocking.
Chu Xiang was shocked, Ji, could it be that Ji? From ancient times to the present, only this Ji surname can be superior to Jiang and Kong. Could it be that this game is not a game between Jiang Taigong and the First Emperor, but between King Wen and King Wu, or perhaps the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?
Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Chu's back. Even though his state of mind was already in a state of emptiness, he was frightened by this thought and his whole body shivered.
"What's wrong?" Song Xiaoting asked concernedly when she noticed that Chu Xiang was abnormal.
"It's okay, I thought of something terrible." Chu Xiang said, holding Song Xiaoting's hand.
"Okay, Fifth Hero, then no one from your Fifth Family will leave." The sound of thunder sounded again, and an elegant middle-aged man had already arrived in front of the sycamore tree crown, looking across the world with his hands behind his hands.
Both of them were obviously heavyweights in the two families. Their figures were a little hazy and could not be seen clearly. Chu Xiang suddenly realized in his heart that this was a sign that he was about to break through the virtual realm. The two of them stopped talking nonsense, their bodies were as motionless as a mountain, they were in control of the situation, and the war started again.
The fifth male's spirit was weak, his slightly hunched back straightened suddenly, and his figure kept getting taller. In an instant, the 1.7-meter man had become ten feet tall, as if a giant spirit god had come to the world.
"Ji Jijue, give me a punch." The Fifth Hero exhaled and stepped forward, crossing a distance of tens of meters in an instant and punching Ji Jijue.
Ji Jijue's expression remained unchanged, and he uttered a simple tone. There seemed to be an invisible giant wall in front of him. The Fifth Hero punched the void, and the whole sky seemed to be buzzing and shaking. The punch failed to hit Ji Jijue. . The fifth hero punched down again, and Ji Jijue spat out a completely different ancient tone again. The fifth hero's huge body seemed to be dragged down by a huge force of tens of thousands of tons, and fell straight down, punching into the empty space. .
