The situation is getting more serious.
Everyone thought that there would be a big battle before entering the Black Lu Temple, but they did not expect that the situation would be so messy.
The man with a long sword in his arms, who called himself Chen Xiaoyao, was very chic and elegant. He wore a thin long gown that did not know whether it was warm or cold, swaying in the wind, and fell steadily among the people. He was handsome, no more than thirty years old, with bright eyebrows and bright eyes. The complexion is resolute.
As his name suggests, Chen Xiaoyao lives a free and natural life. He is considered a different person in the world. He does not form gangs or establish sects. He is a leisurely and carefree person. He is only two years away from thirty and has already reached the half-step of the Grand Master. People have weird personalities. Sometimes they give up money for justice, and sometimes they regard money as life. People are divided into good and bad, but these two words are all based on his mood.
Not only did this man have extraordinary attainments in martial arts, his literature also surpassed that of most scholars and Confucian scholars. "Dream Xiaoyao", which was popular in the third place on the Changle Hall literary list, was written by him. What is annoying is that his martial arts practice was boring. Written with random strokes of pen and ink.
There are only a handful of people in the world who have reached the top of their attainments in the world of martial arts and temples at the same time, and Chen Xiaoyao is one of them.
The long knife in his arms is the "Thunder Knife" ranked thirteenth in the weapon spectrum. It is forged from dozens of kinds of iron sand and fine stones, and then tempered by the summer thunder. When the true energy is activated, it has the power to withstand the thunder. Its power It can be extremely terrifying.
"Chen Xiaoyao, you haven't made a lot of money from your "Meng Xiaoyao" yet? Taking advantage of the situation at this juncture is a bit indiscriminate!"
The speaker was Qi Xiuning, the real person of Yunyan in Qi Yun Mountain. He was a tall and tall middle-aged Taoist priest, carrying a long sword and twisting a fly whisk. Yang Zhiming stood behind him, looking at Zhao Zhengli from a distance.
Chen Xiaoyao raised his thick eyebrows: "If Qiyunshan comes up with that million gold, I will leave immediately without even a pat on the butt."
Qi Xiuning took a step forward and said, "If you don't want to speculate, let me test the strength of the thunder knife in your hand."
Chen Xiaoyao saw that the opponent was tense and shook his head: "No one will give me a million gold to kill you. It's not cost-effective, it's not cost-effective!"
The Great Master of Khitan and the Great Master of Xixia looked at each other and smiled, and then said: "Fellow Taoist and I will keep you in check, just earn that million gold!"
Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaoyao didn't appreciate it at all. He raised his thick eyebrows and replied disdainfully: "You two are not good birds. Don't drag me into the water. Everyone does his own thing." Then he turned his attention to the Tubo Imperial Master and the Nanzhao old woman: " But whoever snatches this million gold from me, I will be the first to refuse."
"..."
Everyone in the crowd was speechless. Who are you helping?
Zhao Zhengli felt like he was being treated as a commodity. If there was no great master, he would fight with all his strength without any scruples. He looked around and targeted the old witch of Nanzhao. The old and new grudges should be put to rest today.
The old woman from Nanzhao, who was in the pseudo-grandmaster realm, naturally sensed the murderous intention, and the eyes she stared at Zhao Zhengli did not hide the murderous intent. Even the serious injuries in the last battle in Shu could not get rid of this son, which made her extremely angry. After decades of traveling in the world, she could There are only a handful of people who can survive from the poison of her Ten Thousand Corpse Gu. There is no chance of survival below the same level. This kid is the only exception.
Meeting again; the old woman was not only shocked, but also puzzled, because she did not feel the slightest sign of the poison in Zhao Zhengli. According to the situation that day, Zhao Zhengli would definitely die within a few hours, even if a strong man cast a spell to seal the poison in time. , no matter how unfavorable his physique is, he will still be troubled for decades.
It has only been more than half a year now, and the Ten Thousand Corpse Gu poison that made the old woman so proud has no trace at all. How can she not be shocked?
At the moment when everyone was at war with each other, someone secretly shot a finger at Zhao Zhengli. The powerful energy made Zhao Zhengli's scalp numb. He was completely beyond the realm of a grandmaster, and was faintly suppressed by the rules of the great road.
"call!"
Imperial Master Yuanyi shook his wide-sleeved monk's robe, and put it back into his sleeve as lightly as if there was a universe inside his sleeve. Only a muffled sound of "poof" was heard. Imperial Master Yuanyi shook his wide-sleeved monk's robe again, and he really put it into his sleeve. The Qi fingers circled around and returned to the original route, aiming directly at the Xixia Emperor's division.
He smiled sinisterly with a few white hairs on his bald head, stretched out his right hand hidden in the black monk's robe, and raised his hand slightly to easily neutralize his sneak attack.
"The Great Master of Xixia is indeed as sinister as ever!"
Imperial Master Yuanyi struck back with the Buddhist "Boruo Palm" with one hand. He saw the silent air solidify the golden palm out of thin air, and the pressure shook the heaven and earth. At the same time, he broke through the air and attacked the Great Imperial Master in black monk robes of Xixia. Several people were present. Hundreds of people were horrified to see this, and this palm almost made the Grand Master and others despair.
"Soldiers never tire of deceit; I learned everything from your country."
The Great Emperor Master of Xixia smiled contemptuously, and made a Sanskrit character that distorted the space with one hand. This spell was originally from Tubo's "Six-Character Mantra". It was later improved and divided into six-character spells by the Great Emperor Master. Six characters naturally need to be fast, so they are suitable for emergency processing.
Although the power is reduced, at the level of their great masters, they can raise their hands and wave their sleeves at will with endless energy. This kind of spell contains their own unique charm, so its terrifying level is only stronger than weaker.
The characters and the palm prints faced each other in the air, and the two different qi reacted violently, like a comet hitting the earth. There was a loud "rumbling" sound, and the powerful qi wave directly shook the surrounding crowd back hundreds of meters. Dozens of low-level people The monk was directly shaken by the true energy, bleeding from all his orifices and fainted to death. He quickly reacted and protected his body with the true energy in advance to avoid harming Chi Yu, but his face was still pale.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhengli immediately protected the Bi sisters and retreated a few feet. He felt a frightening beating coming from his five organs. This was just a simple test by the powerful master. If he hit with all his strength, it would be unimaginable.
The bitter monk Mingwu was equally keen and stepped away, his bitter face filled with horror.
After Yuan Yi and the Xixia Emperor each tried their hand at each other, they stepped up into the air and instantly fought together at an altitude of 100 meters. The Khitan Imperial Master Yelu Xiao was about to join them, but was unexpectedly trampled by Yang Ming, a descendant of an old Jiangnan master in an elegant t-shirt. Kong stopped him: "It seems unreasonable for a great national master blessed by the Khitan national fortune to imitate children and fight in groups, right?"
The Grand Master of the Khitan was very dissatisfied at being hindered. His tall and thin body was wrapped in a gorgeous brocade robe. His goatee was slightly raised as his eyebrows rose. He said, "Then I'll first meet you, Jiangnan of the Qing Dynasty." Are Confucian scholars living in vain?"
He took the lead in reaching out his bony claws. The lamp-bearer of the Jiangnan Scholars Group moved sideways to avoid the palm without haste, and then appeared out of thin air in front of the Khitan Grand Master, fighting with him in mid-air.
Four great masters were fighting in the sky above hundreds of people, and the situation below was about to break out.
Abbot Huicong of Northern Shaolin, who was wearing an exquisite cassock, smiled slightly, and then inadvertently hit Zhao Zhengli with a snap of his fingers. Only a "pop" sound was heard, and he was blocked by zhenqi and exploded halfway. Master Qi Xiuning of Yunyan in Qiyun Mountain carried a long sword and Nian Fuchen said calmly: "Is the Abbot of Northern Shaolin planning to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country?"
Abbot Huicong ignored the sudden hat and said with a sullen face: "Is Qi Yunshan planning to make trouble with me in Northern Shaolin? The old monk just wants to avenge himself."
Qi Xiuning shook his fly whisk and sneered: "As we all know, the abbot's younger brother, the monk Xiao Jingyuan, has been expelled from Shaolin. Furthermore, he took the initiative to expose the bounty mission and ask for people's heads. How can you have a personal vendetta against you in Northern Shaolin when you are fighting in the rivers and lakes?"
Without waiting for Abbot Huicong's reply, Qi Xiuning added: "The current situation is chaotic. The abbot insists on being in trouble with the three saints in the imperial palace, the Tianshi Mansion's human teacher seat, and the fourth-rank official in the imperial court. What is it if he is not collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country?"
Abbot Huicong was speechless for a moment, then he twirled his beads and said with a smile, "Then asking you to discuss matters is not considered treason and treason, right?"
The middle-aged Qi Xiuning flicked his fly whisk, not afraid of the old monk in the exquisite cassock, and said calmly: "It's up to you!"
Abbot Huicong shook his exquisite cassock, and the Buddha's light shone like a golden wave of air directly hitting Yunyan Master Qi Xiuning. He took a step forward with a long sword on his back, and condensed a layer of awe-inspiring true energy barrier from the soles of his feet upwards, directly sweeping the people away. The incoming golden Buddha light was blocked, and then he waved the whisk and wiped it away like dust.
The two people's understated actions left people present with lingering fears.
Later, Master Yunyan took the initiative and fought with Abbot Huicong in the wilderness of wormwood forest.
Without the obstruction of the Grand Master, the Khitan Muni Imperial Master, the Dharma Protector, and the Nanzhao old woman came to kill Zhao Zhengli almost at the same time. Zhao Zhengli brought the Bi family sisters who were about to rush forward to fight and came to the bitter monk Mingwu: "Take care of me. Good luck to them!"
The bitter monk was stunned for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.
Zhao Zhengli, who was free of burdens, picked up the Purple Yang Sword and strode forward to meet several strong men in the same Grandmaster realm. He unabashedly released his middle-level Grandmaster strength. His decisive and confident aura moved hundreds of people, and he continued to climb higher and higher. I have to fight with the sky, and I have to fight with the earth.
Chen Xiaoyao's long clothes were fluttering, and he shouted in the air: "Who dares to rob me of one million gold?"
As he spoke, he actually fought with the Tubo Imperial Preceptor, which really made hundreds of people unable to understand, including Zhao Zhengli himself.
The Nanzhao old woman, the Tubo protector and others hesitated for a moment and went straight to Zhao Zhengli. The three Khitan commanders looked at each other and joined the team to encircle and suppress Zhao Zhengli.
Among them were several bandit killers and green forest bandits who had long been famous in the Qing Dynasty. They were all looking for bounties, but they were not as particular as Chen Xiaoyao, who only wanted results and not the process.
Naturally, Chen Xiaoyao did not want to be divided up with a million gold, so he immediately gave up the Tubo Imperial Master in white robes to stop the killers and bandits.
Zhao Zhengli, holding the sword, was like a wild bull entering the sea, jumping into a group of strong masters to fight. The sword energy was like a rainbow, swung in the vast and chaotic infuriating energy. The speed was dazzling. The terrifying transformed infusing energy soared into the sky and into the earth, and the sharp weapons collided. Like a knife cutting an ax through a copper bell.
Chen Xiaoyao turned his head to look at the momentum that could shake mountains and rivers, and was stunned: "Grandma, you are actually a pervert. No wonder the reward is as high as one million gold."
The scene was chaotic and the fighting was terrifying.
Zhao Zhengli was able to hold up several masters and attack him together. The Haoran Qi that he activated again and again made people feel numb. His body seemed to have inexhaustible Qi, and his Taoism was even more profound. , fighting against many masters without repetition.
Two fists cannot serve as four hands. With the entry of a middle-aged national master with a Mediterranean hairstyle from Xixia, the situation gradually changes subtly.
Song Maoling shouted in the distance: "Assemble the phalanx!"
"ha!"
More than a hundred armored soldiers shouted in unison, which was deafening. The sound of the metal of their armor rubbing against each other was like a million soldiers.
They lined up in a row, crossing the three Khitan guardians and the Xixia Imperial Master.
Song Maoling grinned at Zhao Zhengli, who was overwhelmed: "My abilities are limited!"
Everyone in the audience was speechless. Almost no one below the Grand Master dared to break into this armored phalanx. Is this called "limited ability?"
Then the Sixth Prince Song Maoling personally took action to fight with the Tubo Imperial Guard. He stared at Bai Nieyi's beard with fluttering white clothes. He smiled half-heartedly and joked: "I heard that I was scared away at Qipanling in Lizhou in the past?"
The Tubo Imperial Master, who was originally calm, looked slightly angry. This was a humiliation that he could not erase. Song Maoling took the opportunity to say again: "If it were me, I would have been killed earlier. How could I survive in the world with this face?"
The Tubo Imperial Master quickly reacted, his beard raised at the corners of his mouth, and he said with a smile: "Young man, the method of provoking generals is ineffective against me." Then he turned his vajra and took the initiative to attack: "If I can kill you... As the sixth prince of the Qing Kingdom, my status in the Tubo world will definitely rise!"
After hearing these words, several armored soldiers could not worry about the Khitan protectors and Xixia Imperial Preceptors in the phalanx. They immediately separated into formations and came to protect the Sixth Prince. Song Maoling raised his hand to stop him: "Don't do anything, let me follow the rules of the rivers and lakes." Take off his hat as a Khitan master!"
The leading general was very worried and hesitated to speak. In the end, he had to vent his anger on the three Khitan guardians and the bald Xixia national master.
The square armor used a formation within a formation. First, they lined up in a line, and then formed a corner-to-corner force to encircle and suppress them. Then a small team of ten people gathered in the plum blossom formation to separate the encirclement and defeat them one by one. This formation method is suitable for various occasions, both armies Confrontation can disperse and break up the troops to form a group to boost momentum, and they can also attack the strong ones individually.
Of course, the premise is that you are confident enough. If you encounter a strong master in the grand master realm, any tactical formation will be in vain. The only way is to fight in a sea of people, life and death, and the cost is immeasurable. However, there are several strong masters at the moment. Of course there is no need, but if you want to keep a few people, you have to pay a high price.
Yu Bo, who was originally with the Sixth Prince, saw him taking action and joined the camp. He had no friendship with Zhao Zhengli. Although Zhao Zhengli had contacts with the Yu family of his uncle, the Minister of War, he still had no friendship because Yu Bo was not close to the uncle, the Minister of War.
He took action all because of the face of the sixth prince Song Maoling, so the aftermath was more about helping the sixth prince.
It was getting dark. In Qingzhou, northeast of Qing Dynasty, Chenzhuang Town could see the surging sword energy under the night for hundreds of miles. The frail scholar Yang Zhiming, who had been watching the battle in the distance, joined the melee with a sword on his shoulder. He carried it all by himself. There live three green forest bandits.
Zhao Zhengli cast a grateful look at him, but was ignored by the frail scholar who was usually taciturn. Then he said calmly: "I just can't stand being in a nest, and I'm just trying to educate a few guys in the world of Qing Dynasty."
In the distance, the three literary heroes of Jiangnan, Fang Na, Cai Xun, and Pang Haowei, also took action one after another. Fang Na's delicate body wielded a gold, silver and iron folding fan, and occasionally fired out the silver needle hidden in the fan bone, killing several Tubo Khitans in succession.
Cai Xun's double hook moves were tricky and deadly, and Pang Haowei also used the folding fan. The three figures were fighting in the crowd.
The other hundreds of people watching the battle slowly started to have their own new and old grudges, fighting, scolding, and watching.
