Looking at the Shushan Sword Sect disciples standing among the ruins, Tang Zhiwu had a complicated expression on his face.
The master of the Shushan Sword Sect has died, but the remaining disciples are still fighting fiercely. They know that there is a huge disparity between the enemy and us. What gave them such courage?
Looking at these young people, he had a look of envy and jealousy in his eyes. One day, if Tangjiabao is killed and all the disciples in the sect can be like the young people in front of him, then he, as the leader of the sect, will also be able to smile.
But envy is envy. Since everyone in front of him is unwilling to surrender to him, he can only reluctantly cut off his love and hoe them one by one. With a wave of his hand, fifty Tangjiabao disciples flew forward to meet him, surrounding the Shushan disciples at the core. Fifty disciples with minor injuries also flew out from the Pili Hall disciples to join Tangjiabao's action.
Surrounded by enemies several times their size, the Shushan disciples all frowned, and faced with a battle with no hope of victory, their hearts felt extremely heavy.
Lu Jingyuan rushed at the front, his sword eyebrows raised, his hands pinching his fingers, changing dozens of Xuanmen handprints, the three sharp swords behind him turned into three points of cold light, and shot out, frantically harvesting the lives of the enemies rushing towards them.
When the brothers saw this, their morale was greatly boosted. They cheered up their sluggish spirits and waved the green-edged sword in their hands in the face of the swarming enemies.
For a moment, there was a cry of killing Zhentian, and the disciples of Shushan Sword Sect continued to advance and fight hard despite the multiple enemies charging at them.
Although the two factions, Tangjiabao and Pilitang, had a large number of people, their morale had dropped from ten to seventy-eight after the battle just now. The reason why they still stepped forward to fight was probably because they were forced by Tang Zhiwu.
Seeing these red-eyed Shushan Sword Sect disciples, who looked like ghosts, they were scared to death, and everyone couldn't use their hands and feet even more.
Lu Jingyuan led less than twenty disciples to cover up and kill them. Wherever they passed, corpses were strewn across the field and blood flowed like drops. More than a hundred disciples from the two sects turned into stiff corpses in an instant.
With his eyebrows twisted into a straight line, Tang Zhiwu gave the order again, but no disciples rushed forward. Looking back, I realized that the people behind me were horrified at the sight of the remnants of Shushan. Their hands were shaking like chaff. How could they dare to step forward and fight again?
Anger suddenly rushed into his heart, and he rolled his eyes at everyone, looking quite disappointed.
He clenched his fists and suppressed his anger, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would reach out and slap these losers to death.
"Since you are so eager to die, then I will grant your wish!" As he spoke, Tang Zhiwu stepped forward slowly and waved his palms back and forth in the air. The whirlwind rose sharply and roared back and forth uncontrollably. In the center of the whirlwind, a ball of A large drop of water appeared out of thin air, floating above the palm of the hand, about as big as an adult's fist.
Seeing this scene, Lu Jingyuan's heart sank slightly. He had not seen many masters in his life who could change the color of the world and make the world change with a wave of his hand.
He knew that even if he risked the lives of many fellow disciples, it would be nothing more than dying in vain, and he would still be no match for the man in front of him.
Despite this, none of the Shushan disciples were afraid of death and surrendered.
Lu Jingyuan shook his hand, picked up a sword flower, and stabbed towards Tang Zhiwu's front door.
The sharp edge of the sword was about to pierce his face, but Tang Zhiwu's feet did not move, and he suddenly moved one foot backward. His expression was as usual, looking at Lu Jingyuan indifferently, but with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, he moved his right hand and hit Lu Jingyuan's face like a wave of palm.
The surrounding air froze at this moment.
The sharp sword thrust out was fixed in the void, as if it was firmly grasped by an invisible hand. Lu Jingyuan's expression changed drastically. His opponent's cultivation level was much higher than his. He didn't immediately launch a killing move, but he just wanted to humiliate him in public.
He was even more angry than ever, but he saw Lu Jingyuan mustering up all his strength, struggling to get out of the restraints, and then advanced forward without hesitation, facing the wind of the opponent's palm.
At the same time, he used his hands to activate his killing move and hit the opponent's abdomen.
The lower abdomen is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and it is also the location of the key point of the Dantian. If this attack is done properly, even if Tang Zhiwu cannot be killed, he can still take away half of his life.
The palm that hit Lu Jingyuan's face suddenly changed, turned around, and went straight towards his abdomen. Just in time to intercept Lu Jingyuan's palm.
At this time, Tang Zhiwu was about to win. How could he fight to the death with the bereaved dog in front of him? If you want to take his life, isn't that something that can be easily accomplished?
Lu Jingyuan seemed to have expected Tang Zhiwu's reaction. Before the other party could take advantage of the situation and pursue him, Lu Jingyuan greased the soles of his feet and retreated.
With a slight frown on his face, Tang Zhiwu suddenly felt unhappy after being treated like this by Lu Jingyuan.
He had been famous in the world for thirty years, but today he was frustrated by the young man in front of him. Although the other party didn't get any benefits, Tang Zhiwu couldn't get over this hurdle.
The steps moved forward so fast that Lu Jingyuan saw a black shadow flash in front of his eyes. Tang Zhiwu was already in front of him, and his hands became claws to grab at his shoulders.
In desperation, Lu Jingyuan turned his body to the side, clenched his fists with both hands, and struck at the opponent. Tang Zhiwu changed his claws into palms and exchanged a move with Lu Jingyuan.
"Rumble--"
Only the sound of an explosion was heard. Lu Jingyuan was knocked back by the opponent's strong palm wind, and fell to the ground dejectedly, losing the strength to fight again. The breath in the spiritual sea was in chaos due to this shock, scattered but not gathered together.
"Now I will send you down to see your master!"
As he spoke, Tang Zhiwu made another killing move, stretching out a tiger claw and striking Lu Jingyuan's Tianling Cap down.
The rustling wind could only be heard, and it was estimated that this palm had used 100% of his strength.
Tang Zhiwu is not a tiger, but once he goes crazy, he is three times more terrifying than a tiger.
Among the Shushan disciples present, only Lu Jingyuan had the highest cultivation level. Unfortunately, he fell under the clutches of Tang Zhiwu and was unable to resist. Who else has such ability to suppress this demon god?
Seeing the big hand waving down, all the Shushan disciples gritted their teeth and stared angrily, but they were helpless.
"Clang——"
A crisp sound cut through the sky. Just when Lu Jingyuan was about to die at the hands of Tang Zhiwu, three rays of silver light came straight towards Tang Zhiwu's head with an overwhelming force.
Tang Zhiwu withdrew his move again and dodged.
After frightening Tang Zhiwu away, the three points of silver light turned into three delicate women, standing quietly in the void.
Looking back, Lu Jingyuan recognized that the woman who had saved him before was among them.
Tang Zhiwu frowned and looked at the three women with a very ugly look on his face, but then he felt relieved and said with a smile: "I have been traveling in the world for decades, and I have seen many strange and strange sword techniques. It seems that the sword move made by the girl just now is unprecedented! There is only sword intention, no energy. If my prediction is correct, you should be the elves in the sword, right?"
Lu Jingyuan escaped from death for a while, secretly saying he was lucky, and at the same time he also listened to the conversation between Tang Zhiwu and the three women. I was just surprised.
"Exactly!"
The three women answered almost in unison.
Hearing this, the smile on Tang Zhiwu's face became even more obvious.
"Since you're here, let's stay together!"
While speaking, he waved his big hand, and three fierce palm winds hit the three women at the same time.
Feeling that the palm wind was extremely overbearing and far beyond their ability, a solemn look appeared on their faces. He swung his body and turned into three points of silvery cold light, hitting Tang Zhiwu directly.
Two completely different forces collided suddenly at high altitude, neither giving in to the other. Suddenly, there were explosions, one after another, that could not stop being heard.
The three women were beaten back to their original shape, but three silver-white swords fell from a height.
Seeing this, Lu Jingyuan's face changed suddenly, he took three steps in succession to catch up, and stretched out his hand to catch the three swords.
Most of Tang Zhi's martial arts power has been used up, but after all, he is a strong person in the late Earth Spirit Realm. The cultivation level of the three women is similar to that of Lu Jingyuan. Even if they want to help each other, the enemy's cultivation level is so advanced that they are unable to do so.
He caught the three swords and put them into their sheaths. He was on alert while keeping his eyes fixed on Tang Zhiwu who was high up in the sky. As long as the opponent came up, he would be ready to risk his life in a desperate fight with him.
Tang Zhiwu looked down at Lu Jingyuan from a high position, chuckled evilly, and said, "I changed my mind. I don't have to kill you, and I can even let you go."
Hearing this, Lu Jingyuan didn't look happy, but instead felt an ominous premonition welling up in his heart. He didn't believe that the culprit in front of him who killed the headmaster and destroyed the Shushan Sword Sect would have such a kind heart. Just listen to him continue:
"As long as you hand over those three divine swords to me, I can let you go!"
The headmaster of Shushan has traveled on a journey as a crane, and the remaining disciples are just a bunch of people, how can they be so great? Just let it go. Tang Zhiwu was very greedy for the three divine swords.
With an artifact in hand, the power of the unique swordsmanship can be increased several times, and it can even kill opponents whose cultivation is stronger than one's own.
Wugui of the Tang Dynasty was the master of a sect and was well-informed. How could he not know the truth? However, he wanted to ask for a divine weapon, but he still hasn't gotten one yet. Now that we have such an opportunity, how can we let it go so easily?
