Hundreds of people fought to the point of madness. As the geniuses of the young generation of the Qing Dynasty joined, Zhao Zhengli gradually devoted himself to fighting against his old enemy, the old woman of Nanzhao.
Under the night sky, the true energy is like a rainbow, flowing through the heaven and earth. Several great masters raise their hands and wave their palms, shaking the heaven and earth. The Taoist rhyme of hundreds of people in the sky is endless; it is like thunder suddenly appearing in the nine heavens, making the night like day.
Below, Zhao Zhengli fought fiercely with the Nanzhao old woman. The purple Yang sword collided with the crutch hundreds of times. Haoran's zhenqi stirred up a few feet of grass, Zhao Zhengli's attacks were fierce, and every move contained the hatred that had been squeezed for a long time. He thought of the strong man Lao Yue and the middle-aged Hu Hai; he also thought of his narrow escape just to get rid of the Ten Thousand Corpse Poison.
If he were asked to choose a mortal enemy among the hundreds of people from all over the world, this old woman from Nanzhao would be number one.
Now Zhao Zhengli's eight extraordinary meridians are thicker than ordinary people, so he can move his true energy freely. The peak strength of the middle-grade master is vaguely able to defeat the Nanzhao old woman who is a pseudo-grandmaster from the front, and even has the momentum to suppress it slightly.
This made the Nanzhao old woman very crazy. She was only half a year old. In the past, she had to risk her life to fight, but today she is evenly matched with her. She is still a middle-level master. Why has there been such a huge change?
Regardless of age, level, or experience, I am far superior to the pretty boy in front of me, so why can't I suppress him even though I try my best?
The old woman was waiting for the opportunity in annoyance. She decided to repeat her old trick and took the opportunity to use the Ten Thousand Corpse Gu poison that she had refined for half a year.
Zhao Zhengli was also wary of the poison and increased his speed to the extreme so that the old witch had no time to use it.
"Bang!"
Zhao Zhengli swung his sword and slashed out "One Thousand Transformations". Now he could easily slash out more than two thousand sword qi, which was far more powerful than the hundreds and nearly a thousand at the beginning. The true qi, as dense as a shower, directly knocked back the old woman's rickety body for several seconds. Ten feet away, her withered arm holding the cane trembled slightly. She suffered a hidden loss from this blow, which was quickly resolved with her true energy.
Before Zhao Zhengli's second sword fell, the old woman had already found the right opportunity to shake her hands and spread the poison. The thick smoke and black mist were difficult to detect in the night sky. In addition, the various kinds of zhenqi were dazzling. The poison spread with a gust of night wind, and in an instant Diffuse everywhere.
Zhao Zhengli slashed with his sword again. The old woman had just finished using the poison and hurriedly raised her crutches to resist. She was knocked back dozens of feet. Blood from her mouth and nose was sprinkled in the night sky. Her wrinkled old face was laughing at this moment, because Zhao Zhengli was being knocked down. She was wrapped in the black mist of the Ten Thousand Corpses Gu poison after she had been nourished and refined.
"ah!"
"Who... is using poison!"
Before Zhao Zhengli could react, screams came from beside him. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen people from all over the world were killed, including many masters. They were all foaming at the mouth, their lips and cheeks were black, and blood was flowing from seven holes. The limbs are stiff, the pupils and mouth are exaggerated to a huge extent, and black insects as thin as silk thread crawl out from the inside out...
"Gu...poison!"
Some people suddenly panicked, and everyone looked at the Nanzhao survivors.
The old woman looked at Zhao Zhengli who was also frightened very proudly, because the poison this time was far worse than half a year ago.
"Death to the old witch!"
Zhao Zhengli's scalp was numb and he slashed away with all his strength. At the moment, he could not guarantee 100% whether he would be poisoned for the second time. Killing the old witch was his only obsession.
"Qiang"
"Double Ninth Festival Nine Cauldron Sword", the sword energy is multiplied and multiplied, and there are nine moves in total. The sword shakes the mountains and rivers, climbing higher and higher, and has the potential to split the sky and dig the earth.
The old woman in Nanzhao focused on the changes in Zhao Zhengli's aura and observed the onset of his poison. She quickly used the crutch in her hand to deal with the fierce sword attacks. She could barely hold on to the first three swords, and the next four or five six swords. The seventh sword "Chongyang Seventh Sword" "Injury", knocking it back and bleeding, and incidentally affecting several people in the surrounding arena. The unlucky few people died before they could figure out the situation, their skin and flesh exploded, and the sky was filled with blood mist.
The eighth sword "Returning to the Sheath from All Directions" gathered the scattered sword energy from all directions and returned it to one sword. The true energy that seemed like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea was so dazzling that several great masters couldn't help but look sideways. The old woman from Nanzhao decisively gave up Yuan Yuan in front of people from all over the world. , because she felt the aura of death, this eighth sword made her jealous, and she had no confidence to accept the attack. All she had to do was to dodge this sword, and then turn around and kill him. She saw that these swords consumed a huge amount of Zhao Zhengli's true energy.
Also escaping were people from the surrounding arena, who all saw with their own eyes the power of the sword just now. The current sword was far more powerful than before, and any sensible person knew its terror. In just a few seconds, Zhao Zheng stood at attention in the dramatic sky hundreds of meters in front of him. No one.
The sword was ready, Zhao Zhengli's mink fur brocade robe floated in the wind, his handsome face was resolute, and his beautiful eyes ignored the scattered crowd; he locked eyes on the escaped old woman with a crutch, and shouted slightly: "Unsheath!"
He understood that with his current strength, he could only perform eight sword strikes. The ninth sword, "Chongyang Aspiration," would probably drain all the energy from his body as soon as the sword started, making it impossible to execute any sword moves.
The sword looked like a rainbow embracing the moon, and stood out brightly amidst the chaos of swords, guns, and swords in the night sky. Its power was comparable to that of several great masters. Even though the Nanzhao old woman escaped nearly a thousand meters in an instant, she was still overtaken by the sword rainbow. Fortunately, the old woman Quick to understand, he turned around and tried his best to resist when it was inevitable to avoid it.
"Bang"
How could she meet the well-charged sword move without being fully prepared? Her rickety body flew upside down like a scarecrow, flipping several times in the night sky and falling into the wormwood forest, and she sprayed an unknown amount of blood.
Several Nanzhao survivors rushed towards the mugwort forest immediately, crying and shouting "ancestors!"
Many of the remaining Jianghu people looked at all this with shock on their faces, and for a short time they forgot to fight with the enemy.
"The old woman from Nanzhao who is known as the pseudo-grandmaster was knocked away with a sword?"
Although he is in the pseudo-grandmaster realm, he is still better than a peak master or even a half-step grand master.
Also, that guy was not poisoned? The people around him were so dead, how could he still be alive and kicking?
The old woman who was helped up by several descendants of the Nanzhao family in the mugwort forest couldn't figure it out. This guy was not poisoned by the Ten Thousand Corpse Gu? There is no internal or external echo with the previous poisonous poisons. The only explanation is that the poisonous poisons have been completely eradicated and resolved.
The Nanzhao old woman was seriously injured, and she looked inexplicably older, like a half-drained oil lamp. Zhao Zhengli's sword just now not only injured her body, but also shocked her Taoist heart and disturbed her luck.
The old woman couldn't help coughing with the support of the survivors of Nanzhao, and murmured to herself: "The only things in the world that can suppress the poison of poison are the rare and rare herbs of the South China Sea Fairy Island and the Dragon and Tiger Pill of Tianshi Mansion. One is as difficult as climbing. God, it’s hard to find one, but the Dragon Tiger Pill has a higher chance.”
Then he stared at the figure in a fur robe in the distance with confused eyes, "What does this son have to do with the Tianshi Mansion? He can make Longhushan wealthy and use a complete Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill. In the past, he was the common master of the world; the emperor of the late Tang Dynasty three times I only got a 90% golden elixir after visiting. Is it possible that this young man is more respectable than the emperor of the late Tang Dynasty? One is from Qingcheng Mountain and the other is located in Longhu Mountain. Is it possible that the two ancestral families have ulterior secrets? It’s a big secret that the person ranked seventh in Qingcheng Mountain won’t be able to do it, right?”
At this moment, Zhao Zhengli was held back by the Khitan and Tubo divisions, otherwise he would have taken the opportunity to kill the seriously injured Nanzhao old witch, but he was still looking for an opportunity to escape; he was ready to inflict a heavy blow on the old witch.
The old Nanzhao woman looked at the young man who was suppressing the two divisions and was stunned: "Is it really him?"
"puff!"
Just when the old woman in Nanzhao had a glimpse of her eyes, a burst of true energy at the end of the night broke through the air at a high speed, directly blowing the old woman's wrinkled head. The blood mist filled the air, and the Nanzhao survivors who were helping the old woman were frightened on the spot. The gushing blood turned black in an instant. , flying around in the air as if they were alive, and then exploded.
"Zhao Hongyun! Are you going to kill everyone?"
A great master lost his voice and became furious.
From deep in the night sky came a sarcasm: "The poison from the side streets scared you like this. It is really a disgrace to the Three Thousand Dao! If you still want to become a Taoist, I'm afraid you will never get the chance in this life!"
As he spoke, an embracing divine channel method at the end of the night sky directly imprisoned the black blood mist from all directions out of thin air, and was then forcibly compressed by invisible force; causing it to return to the body of the headless old woman.
However, a small amount of black blood mist still escaped, and people in the nearby arena were even more unfortunate to be infected.
"ah"
"itch"
The infected people were all in unbearable pain, scratching their cheeks, scratching their skin and flesh, and black blood flowing along with maggots and other fluids, and they all died in screams of terror and despair.
Those who cast poison will be poisoned! , based on the Nanzhao old woman's lifelong cultivation of poison, her body was filled with deadly poison.
Zhao Zhengli was shocked and dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the body of the poisoner could be as poisonous as the poison of ten thousand corpses. Unfortunately, he was not too close or too far away, and a small amount of black blood mist was splashed on his body. There didn't seem to be anything strange?
Everyone was slow for a short time. When they came to their senses, they looked at the headless old woman's body. They were frightened and frightened. Her limbs were uncontrollable and limp and fell to the ground. The fear of her body was far greater than the strength of her pseudo-realm grandmaster.
Coincidentally, the few Nanzhao survivors were not injured at all. Their whole bodies were black and bloody, but they did not appear to be as poisonous as the other Jianghu people.
The people in the rivers and lakes looked at the Nanzhao survivors lying on the ground, wailing and wailing, and wondered: Can poisons be used to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy?
The next moment, two figures flew from the end of the night sky like shooting stars, an old man with a silver beard and crane hair and a vigorous spirit, and a young man wearing a coarse linen cotton-padded jacket. I don’t know whether he turned pale because of being carried high in the sky, or whether he had just seen The terrifying and short-lived magical power of Dafa was still in shock.
I was still stumbling until I landed, and my legs were weak.
"Zhao Hongyun is just because you killed an old witch and subsequently killed more than ten people. He kills innocent people indiscriminately. Aren't you afraid that the consequences will be aggravated and the chance of becoming an immortal will be lost?"
Above, the bald and rickety Xixia Emperor waved his black robe and frowned as he looked down.
The silver-bearded and crane-haired Heavenly Master did not reply: "How dare Li Dezong, a slave of two surnames, say the word "indiscriminate killing" in front of the old Taoist? When did your Khitan troops march south and wasn't there a river of blood? Everyone was devastated? I don't see you, you Khitan Khan. Jumping around and preaching in front of me?"
"Yelu Xiao and Li Dezong dare to cross the border and come to our country, Daqing, to seize fortune. Do you think they don't take us seriously?"
Before the person arrived, the sound came first. The old voice came slowly from the end of the night sky. It was very calm, without any anger, but it sounded overwhelming to everyone's ears.
Almost a few breaths after the old Heavenly Master arrived, a person reappeared at the end of the night sky, arriving in an instant. He was wearing a green Confucian shirt, with a green Confucian scarf on his head, and kind eyes.
The three saints gathered in the temple.
But who is the young man that the Heavenly Master is holding hostage?
Although Zhao Zhengli felt strange due to the distance, Sixth Prince Song Maoling felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which was a connection of blood.
The young man also looked through the crowd in the direction of the Sixth Prince. The figure in white was holding a folding fan open and closed very elegantly, giving him the same feeling of understanding.
Two great masters reappeared in Qingguo, and several top experts in the sky stopped their hands tacitly, each staying on guard.
At the same time, hundreds of people were fighting in the melee below. Most of them were fish in the pond, accidentally killed by the strong ones. After all, there were only a few dozen people in the Grandmaster realm, and the rest of the people below the Junior Grandmaster could withstand such a battle. scene.
Zhao Zhengli fought alone against the Khitan and Tubo divisions, and even killed Qilikun, the third Tibetan protector who escaped from a narrow escape from the armor formation. Hundreds of armor formations trapped and killed several Khitan and Tubo masters. He was thrown away again and fled from the formation in a hurry.
The three Khitan commanders faced off against the six princes Song Maoling, Yang Zhiming, and Fang Na, three geniuses.
Chen Xiaoyao had already withdrawn to watch at that time, the thunder sword in his hand was sheathed in his chest, his clothes were fluttering in the wind, his eyebrows were bright and he was staring at Zhao Zhengli who was overwhelming the two national masters, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes showed a fierce fighting spirit.
Many people are waiting for him to take action.
The most anticipated ones are the guests' members of the Crown Prince, Grand Master and Grand Tutor, and of course a group of bald heads from Northern Shaolin.
The bitter monk Mingwu, who had not taken action yet, kept his promise and helped Zhao Zhengli take care of the Bi sisters. During this period, someone tried to operate on the two girls, but the bitter monk broke their arms with a Zen staff. No one dared to act as a pawn.
The great masters did not stop the remaining Jianghu people from fighting, just like outsiders watching the fight between caged beasts.
Zhao Zhengli's valuable fur brocade robe was soaked with sweat, his hair was messed up, but the waves of the Purple Yang Sword in his hand were stronger than the others, and each sword was stronger than the other.
The Western Xia Imperial Master's Mediterranean hairstyle was upturned and messy on all sides, except for the bald spot in the middle, which was shiny and shiny like a bird's nest. The gorgeous monk's robe was no longer gorgeous, and was stained with sweat and blood.
The Tubo Imperial Master in hundreds of robes is also in a miserable state, with a messy beard and a vajra pestle in his hand that is overwhelmed with offense and defense.
However, in comparison, the two national masters care more about face. After all, they can't defeat Zhao Zhengli together. Even if they are of the same age, this guy is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Put it on two powerful masters in their forties. It was really unacceptable for a while.
I also secretly lamented that the waves behind pushed the waves ahead.
"Buzz"
In the end, the great Khitan master Yelu Xiao and the Xixia emperor Li Dezong fought separately with their infinite energy. If they continue to be used up, the Tubo and Khitan masters will definitely lose due to lack of physical strength. If they are accidentally killed, it will be Both countries will suffer huge losses in the future.
As Zhao Zhengli and others were forcibly separated, at the same time, all the grudges and grudges from all sides slowly subsided. The wilderness was in a mess, with corpses strewn all over the ground, and the rocks and soil deformed. Several Jianghu people from Dali Kingdom did not participate in the battle, but He also took several shots and was forced to defend himself.
The three great masters of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism in the temple looked coldly at the Qingguo people who took the opportunity to disrupt the situation, especially Abbot Hui Cong of Northern Shaolin who was wearing an exquisite cassock.
The latter did not expect that things would turn out badly, nor did he expect that Zhao Zhengli would be so difficult to kill. After this incident, Northern Shaolin was destined to be cast aside by the Qing Kingdom. In order to preserve his reputation, he, the abbot, was destined to be deposed. Perhaps there would be a millionaire in the world in the near future. An old monk who is criticized by others.
Chen Xiaoyao was not worried. He raised his thick eyebrows and said calmly: "It is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong in the world of love and hatred. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country."
