"Sage of the week? Which saint of the week?"
"Who else could it be? Of course it is the Zhou Saint who has mastered one of the eight magical skills, Fenghou Qimen!"
At this moment, no one would be more shocked than Wang Ye. As a practitioner of the Fenghou Qimen, Wang Ye has only practiced for a few years and has reached the second level of minor accomplishment, but the gap between the second level and the third level is probably too big: "That was like moving a mountain just now! ?" But after the shock, Wang could not help but feel a little worried. On the one hand, as a warlock, Wang Ye knew very well how difficult it was to move mountains and seas. His Grand Master Zhou Sheng, whom he had never met, was probably very exhausted, and he was far from as relaxed and comfortable as it seemed from the outside. On the other hand, the guy on the other side had explosive fighting prowess. He was worthy of being a man who had dominated an era and was awarded the title of "Lü Bu's bravery is not inferior to that of the overlord".
The person Zhou Meng was waiting for finally arrived. His brother Zhou Sheng was also extremely talented and unique among his generation in Wudang. At this moment, a drop of old tears blurred Zhou Meng's eyes...
After Zhou Sheng appeared, he did two things. In addition to moving the mountain, he used Qimen to move away Fang Tian's painted halberd that Lu Bu Biao shot at Zhou Meng. In this way, Zhou Sheng showed to Lu Bu that he still had power left over despite moving mountains. As long as Zhou Sheng is around, no one will be allowed to trample on Wudang.
Zhou Sheng appeared, but it was the sword that attracted most of Lu Bu's attention. The Zhenwu Sword brought Lu Bu a fatal threat. This was the sword of the saint. Sanfeng Zhenren, the founder of the Wudang sect, branded himself before he ascended in the daytime. Jianyi's Zhenwu Sword remained in Wudang. However, hadn't Lu Bu already expected this scene? If it hadn't been the inheritance left by the saint, Lu Bu wouldn't have even looked at it.
True demonic energy, this is what Lu Bu called it after the three corpses were created with demonic energy. In order to destroy Lu Bu's three corpses' true demonic energy, they must be offset by innate energy of the same divine will and quality. There is a significant gap between Zhou Sheng and Lu Bu in terms of mental power, so it is impossible for Zhou Sheng to spend a lot of pure energy to destroy Lu Bu's Fang Tian Hua Ji. He just sent the Fang Tian Ji to the Wudang Empress a thousand meters away. Mountain, which does this for...
"Is it to keep me away from Zhenwu?" Lu Bu's eyes were like a god, and the two purple lights seemed to see through everything in Zhenwu Hall five hundred meters away. The problem is not only with Zhenwu Sword, but also with the Zhenwu Emperor in the hall. Lu Bu just stretched out his right arm, and Fang Tian's painted halberd shot back from a thousand meters away.
This time, Zhou Sheng did not use Fenghou Qimen's transport method because he knew it was meaningless. Unless all the divine will contained in Fang Tian's painted halberd was wiped out, there was no way to prevent the opponent from getting the weapon back: "Xiao Meng, you have already Have you decided?"
Decide? What was decided?
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Grand Master..." The Zhenwu Sword was unsheathed, but Wang Ye never wanted to see such a scene in his life.
Blood was dripping from Zhou Meng's body. How can a saint's sword be taken out easily? Zhou Meng clearly gave away all his life and cultivation for a hundred years, and the situation was ten times more tragic than Ling Chi's. With the True Martial Sword out at half the level, Zhou Meng's inferior cultivation level could only go so far. At this moment, Zhou Meng's energy was extremely frightening. He stepped directly over the threshold and headed towards the realm of saints with half his foot: "Senior brother, help me!"
Lu Bu did not flinch at all, because there was no need to be afraid. He is not a true saint. As long as Lu Bu doesn't want to die, no one can kill Lu Fengxian now. Of course, if he can avoid it, Lu Bu will still avoid it. He won't die but he will be hurt, and he will be hurt very much. Lu Bu suspected that the Fenghou Qimen in the third realm had already reached the point where they could see Qimen within sight. The only difference was the power they could exert...
Unless Lu Bu withdraws from the scope of Zhou Shengqimen in one fell swoop, this is obviously an impossible thing. And Zhou Sheng did not disappoint Lu Bu, let alone Zhou Meng, the younger brother of Ji Jian Zhenwu. He stepped out and simultaneously sent Wudang leader Zhou Meng and Quanxing leader Lu Bu into another trap created by Luan Jin Tuo. In the turbulence of time and space.
Of course it is possible to suppress two human kings at the same time, but what Zhou Sheng is doing now is completely different from himself. The king could only let the caster himself jump into that time and space, while Grand Master Zhou Sheng basically sent other unrelated people into it. The gap between them was like not having mastered the Fenghou Qimen Zhuge Qing and Xue Xue. The king of Qimen after the wind. For the first time, Wang also had the idea that he had never learned the Fenghou Qimen...
The king is like this too, not to mention others. Zhang Chulan, a big talker, when Zhou Meng and Lu Bu disappeared in this time and space at the same time: "Who said that the one with the eight unique skills of Qi Ti Origin Liu is the best, come out, I promise not to beat him..."
Zhang Lingyu looked disgusted: This kind of big talk can only be enjoyed when others are not around!
However, heaven and earth are constant, and the more powerful the Qimen spell, the more expensive it will be. Wang Ye's guess was correct. Yishan Zhou Sheng had shown his true strength before, but this time the battle between the two was moved to Luan Jin Tuo's time and space, and the backlash Zhou Sheng had to endure was visible to the naked eye. He was still wearing the same green shirt, but the green shirt had already been dyed by the red clouds. Zhou Meng sacrificed his life to the sword, but Zhou Sheng did not spare his own life: "You must be the successor chosen by my junior brother for Wu, and Wudang will be handed over to you from now on!"
The more I heard this, the less convincing I felt. And the most terrible thing was that Zhou Sheng said it to Wang Ye with a smile on his face. Wang Ye had never planned to be the leader of Wudang Mountain in his life: "Hey, hey , Master, you..."
Wang Ye was not given any chance to speak or refuse, because Zhou Sheng's chaos of golden watch did not need to be maintained and could no longer be maintained:
There was no need to maintain it. Naturally, the half-style saint's sword handed out by Zhou Meng at the cost of his life had already stabbed the opponent. Under the powerful ascending sword intention of Sanfeng Saint, Lu Bu Fangtian's painted halberd melted like white snow in spring, the true demonic will of the three corpses was disintegrated, and the Eight Wilds Fire Dragon roared angrily. It was clear that the Zhenwu Sword had not made contact with the body of Fang Tian's painted halberd, but all the Zhenwu Sword Intent had been swayed on Lu Bu's godlike and demonic burly body;
It can no longer be maintained. Luan Jin Tuo also has his own upper limit of power. This happened when Wang Ye wanted to save Master Chen Jinkui from Lu Bu. Lu Bu's halberd directly broke through the restrictions of Luan Jin Tuo. There is essentially no difference between the current situation and the situation at that time. Regardless of whether it is the sword of the saint or Lu Bu's full purple energy domineering body, the moment the two really come into contact, the collapse of Luan Jin Tuo will naturally begin!
The Zhenwu Sword is a well-deserved sword of the saint. When Zhenwu comes out, it can defeat all the demons. The Purple Qi Domineering Body is extremely reminiscent of the one who left Hangu Pass in the west two thousand years ago and whose Purple Qi spread for three thousand miles...
"Holy power, all saints are ants!"
Every stranger here today will remember this sentence, and everyone who has not practiced cultivation will kneel down. Only one Lu Linglong did not kneel down, she lay directly on the back of the red rabbit horse!
