"Master Xuantian!" After seeing the black-robed man sitting on the sedan chair, the eyes of the righteous knights became serious. Speaking of which, a large part of the reason why the devil can be rampant today is because of this leader Xuantian. On the body.
Only with the existence of the Xuantian Cult Master and the Xuantian Sect can the demonic path be so unscrupulous, because since the Xuantian Sect gained power, on the battlefield of the confrontation between good and evil, it is no longer the righteous path fighting one with more, but both sides are evenly matched.
The reason is that Xuantian's leader's martial arts are too high, and there are too many Xuantian followers. Compared with the top sects of Zhengdao, Wudang, North and South Shaolin, the number of disciples is only about a thousand.
But the number of followers of the Xuantian Sect is in the tens of thousands. This alone is enough to make the knights of the Zhongyuan Zhengdao sweat.
And compared to the mountains of righteousness, which are lined up with different factions, the mountains of the demonic world are relatively single. Basically, Xuantian Sect dominates the world. After all, the other demonic sects are trying to compete with each other, but they are powerless.
This also led to the fact that the various factions of the Demonic Path were not opponents to the Xuantian Sect, but rather a helper. Compared with the Central Plains Righteous Path, which was constantly experiencing internal friction, their situation was simply not that good.
However, power and status are actually secondary. The most important thing is that Xuantian Sect has absolute force.
Not to mention the leader Xuantian himself, if his two guardian kings, three demon generals, and fourteen guardians were all dispatched, I dare not say that the world would be shaken, at least there would be no peace in the world.
Now, although the Xuantian Sect has suffered a blow, and both the Dharma King and the Dharma Protectors in the sect have suffered losses, but when they see each other today, the power of the other party is still overwhelming.
After Shang Yangzi's leader Xuantian appeared, his probing eyes kept falling on him, which made the Thousand-faced Dharma King in front of him very unhappy.
He sneered: "Shang Yangzi! You Wudang sect has such a big air. That old guy Qi Yunzi is not here, but you still dare to accept the challenge!" Thousand-faced Dharma King's words made everyone in Wudang look at him angrily. Shang Yangzi withdrew his gaze slightly and turned around. Looking at Qianmian, Yun Danfeng said softly: "Where is Qingping?"
"Hmph!" Thousand-faced Dharma King clapped his hands, and several Xuantian believers from behind carried the pale Qingping to the front and threw him to the ground.
Qingping was a little moved and a little ashamed when he saw his fellow Wudang disciples. Although he didn't speak, his longing eyes were enough to reveal the deep emotions in his heart.
The Thousand-faced Dharma King swept away the Wudang people in front of him and smiled sinisterly: "Shang Yangzi, my Xuantian sect always makes the rules clear when doing things. Today we will compete in three games and win two. If Wudang wins, this person will Take him away. If he fails, then this kid will die on the spot today, and you will probably have nothing to say." Shang Yangzi frowned slightly and did not answer, but saw the Thousand-faced Dharma King laughing, flicking his black robe, and took the lead in sweeping away Going to the vacant space in front of him, he said loudly: "Come! Let me first show you how good your Wudang swordsmanship is." As soon as he finished speaking, countless righteous knights in the field cursed and despicable. This competition Wudang was obviously at a disadvantage because the only master on their side who could hold up the situation was Shang Yoko.
On the side of the Xuantian Sect, there is a Thousand-faced Dharma King fighting against them, plus the leader of the Xuantian Sect is holding the battle, and there are ten guardians below. No one knows how strong or weak they are.
Once Shang Yangzi draws or loses in this game, it will basically mark the defeat of Wudang, because the remaining Si Luochao and Song Yangui, even they themselves know that they will not be able to fight against an opponent of the level of King Xuantian. I'm afraid the chances of success are slim.
And even if Yangzi wins this round, it is meaningless, because even if he can defeat the King of Thousand Faces, he cannot kill the opponent. The Xuantian Sect can easily replace the strongest general in Wudang. .
But Shang Yangzi didn't care about Thousand Faced Dharma King's tricks. He said calmly: "No need to go to such trouble. You can pick three people to go to. If the poor Taoist loses, he will lead them back to Wudang and never stop. Come back." As soon as Shang Yangzi said these words, everyone was shocked. He was not provoking the Xuantian Sect, but directly despising the other party.
Even the righteous knights who had full confidence in Yangzi couldn't help but beat their hearts at this moment. Even if the Wudang Great Elder could defeat the Thousand-faced Dharma King, there was still the Xuantian Cult Master behind him. How could he dare to decide? Such a bet.
On the opposite side, the Thousand-faced Dharma King was also shocked by Shang Yangzi's words, but he had a quick mind and quickly realized that the other party was emboldened, either with a trump card that could overturn the table, or... ...It means that the other party has already guessed the depth of Xuantian's leader!
No matter what the situation was, the King of Thousand Faces was very afraid, but Yoko's indifferent expression made him dare not express his inner thoughts easily.
After thinking about it, the Thousand-faced Dharma King looked back at the leader Xuantian who did not express his opinion. He gritted his teeth and laughed and said: "Okay! Shang Yangzi, you have the guts. In this case, let me show you Wudang." Is the swordsmanship sharp enough?" In the middle of the sentence, the Thousand-faced Dharma King took action boldly. He raised his right palm, and the scene suddenly became turbulent. The dirty air waves swept towards Shangyangzi. Accompanied by the chirping of sharp thorns, he The figure turned into a black light and headed straight towards the opposite side.
"Despicable villain!" The Thousand-faced Dharma King's unruly sneak attack made the righteous knights who were unaware of it start to curse, but the other party didn't take it to heart at all. At this moment, they were all satisfied and took the opportunity to catch Yoko off guard. .
It is a pity that the Thousand-faced Dharma King overestimated himself and underestimated the other party. His sneak attack seemed to have been expected by Shangyangzi, or maybe the other party didn't care about his sneak attack at all.
I saw the old Taoist priest turning a blind eye to the menacing Thousand-faced Dharma King. He held the sword secret in his left hand and opened his right palm slightly. Si Luo trembled towards the wooden box in his arms, and then a red light broke out from it and swept into Shangyang. In the hands of the son.
"It's the Heavenly Fierce Sword!" Seeing the rumored peerless ferocious sword, Yuan Muhan, the head of Kunlun, breathed rapidly. His eyes were fixed on the sword, not wanting to miss any details.
The Heavenly Fierce Sword is as pale as snow. The blooming red light is not the brightness of the sword itself, but something similar to murderous aura that spreads out after Shang Yangzi's true energy adheres to it.
At this moment, the Thousand-faced Dharma King was already approaching with one arm wrapped in the turbid current. Shangyangzi made a gesture with his left hand and held the sword in his right hand. With such a light stroke, a sword light was like thunder exploding. The sword energy was as vast as snow falling in the sky, and then it was like maple leaves fluttering, red light like fire, and in a moment, Burned up the muddy flow.
The Thousand-faced Dharma King screamed, and his whole body was chopped into two pieces. Everyone was shocked, and then the righteous party immediately burst into shocking applause.
But the good times didn't last long. After Shang Yangzi fired his sword, his face did not show any joy of victory. His eyes slowly turned to the Xuantian Sect's team, and he saw more people in the crowd. A man in black robe wearing a pale mask appeared.
"What's going on? How come there are two Thousand-faced Dharma Kings?!"
"Something's wrong, everyone, look at the corpse on the ground!" The righteous knights kept exclaiming. Everyone looked at the corpse on the ground that was separated from top to bottom. They suddenly discovered that after the mask on his face slowly fell off, the true body hidden behind it It turned out to be a woman.
Northern Shaolin Master Lingwu said Amitabha and explained to everyone: "Thousand-faced Dharma King has thousands of people and thousands of faces. He is proficient in the method of substitutes. It would be extremely difficult to defeat the enemy with one move." Shang Yangzi stood with a sword, his expression unchanged. , seemed to be at peace, and the Thousand-faced Dharma King, although he used a weird method that others could not understand to avoid the sword, seemed a little angry.
"Damn it, Shang Yangzi! You fake Taoist priest! You killed countless people with that fierce sword, but you insist on calling yourself a righteous knight, bah!" Thousand-faced Dharma King cursed while displaying his martial arts again, his body like lightning, He came through the air, set off thousands of waves with one palm, and attacked again.
Shang Yangzi raised his eyes slightly, and the fierce sword slashed upwards with a red arc. The Thousand-faced Dharma King screamed strangely, and his body exploded, turning into several pieces and falling to the ground.
Many people felt sick when they saw this scene, and the righteous knights also frowned at this. Although Shang Yangzi killed the demon man with his sword out of justice, his sword technique was too harsh.
"Old guy, I want to see how many more times you can kill me!" As expected, another Thousand-faced Dharma King appeared in the crowd. He used the same method to attack Shangyangzi again, and continued Killed by the opponent's sword.
From this moment on, the ensuing battle became increasingly weird. The Thousand-faced Dharma King's substitutes continued to die, and there were more and more mutilated corpses under Shang Yangzi's feet.
Finally, when he beheaded Qianmian for the tenth time, Shang Yangzi finally frowned and said in a cold tone: "Qianmian, what are you delaying?" Qianmian Dharma King's figure stagnated slightly, and then sneered, No matter what, he came towards Yoko Kamiya's sword light again.
After Shang Yangzi easily beheaded the Thousand-faced Dharma King, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. His gaze moved forward slightly, passing over the expressionless Xuantian Cult members, and landed on Xuantian Cult Leader sitting in the sedan chair. .
Could it be that... Shang Yangzi's face suddenly darkened. He looked at the Thousand-faced Dharma King who appeared again. Suddenly, his sword edge swung and passed by the opponent's shoulder, bringing up pieces of blood. With a little step under his feet, he passed over the opponent like an arrow from the string, and grazed towards the sedan chair.
"What? Not good!" After Shangyangzi passed by, the Thousand-faced Dharma King was suddenly startled. After turning around to see the other party's actions clearly, he pretended to be panic and shouted, but in fact, the corners of his mouth under the mask were already exposed. A proud smile.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Shang Yangzi slashed at the leader of Xuantian with a sword. None of the ten guardians had time to defend themselves. Seeing that the snow-white sword energy was stained with murderous red a little bit, it was about to fall on top of the head. , Master Xuantian finally moved.
But what made the righteous knights stunned was that the sword light passed by, and the black robe of Xuantian leader was shattered to pieces. The figure revealed underneath was actually a half-naked monk from Fanbang, with scriptures tattooed on his face and chest. .
"My lord has mercy." The monk sighed, and the purple-gold halo suddenly appeared, and the old hands gathered a terrifying light to meet the sword light.
