Mu Miitang shook his folding fan and glanced at the wooden Zen stick in front of him, then raised his sword eyebrows towards the monk, and said in a dandy's disdainful tone: "This iron stick makes you so confident?"
Then he waved his fan and used his true energy to blow away the wooden Zen stick. The wooden Zen stick spun crazily with the blessing of true energy, and directly attacked the young monk who was walking slowly.
"when!"
Mingwu stretched out his hand and grabbed the Zen staff. Upon closer inspection, he saw two strands of true energy tearing at the palm of the hand holding the Zen staff.
He tightened his fingers and stomped the Zen staff hard on the ground. With a loud "Boom!", it hit the ground for three minutes, splashing with dust, and the true energy originally attached to the wooden Zen staff also dissipated.
"This monk is interesting!"
Mu Miitang followed up with a sword step, thrusting straight with a folded fan in his hand, and his true energy surrounded the fan and his arms.
The bitter monk Mingwu sneered. Can the folding fan made of paper compete with his tungsten steel meteorite?
"Qiang!"
The two objects collided, making a metallic sound. The folding fan was not damaged at all under the blessing of the true energy.
A trace of interest flashed across the monk's grimace. He was able to grasp the true energy so accurately that he was also among the best among his peers.
Without stopping, he took advantage of the length of the Zen staff to spin and sweep, and the powerful Qi swept away the dust. Mu Miitang jumped into the air and dodged, turned around and threw the folding fan, and it hit Monk Mingwu's neck like a flying blade. The young man was suffering. The monk put his Zen staff on the ground and leaned back to avoid it. The folding fan drew an arc in the air and returned. The monk wrapped his staff around the folding fan and rotated it, continuing to inject his true energy and throw it back.
swish
Mu Miitang sneered slightly when he saw that the fan that had returned was filled with murderous aura. He raised his hand and used the power of his palm to imprison the fan into the void. The resonance of the law and the rhyme of the law began to faintly appear in the void. Defeated by anger.
Everyone in the arena looked shocked: "Then Mu Mi Tang of Tubo also understood the law and rhyme?"
"I'm afraid that bitter melon-faced monk won't be able to survive a few moves!"
The bitter monk Mingwu didn't say anything, just frowned slightly.
Mu Miitang grabbed the folding fan back with one hand, stroked it gently to encourage him, looked at the monk with a scornful look, and repeated the previous sentence: "Can that iron rod still make you confident?"
After saying that, he closed his fan, pointed a sharp finger, and a stream of Tao Yun Qi penetrated the void and shot directly at the bitter monk.
This sign made me realize that I couldn't catch it and couldn't hide it. I immediately recited the Buddha's mantra and protected myself with a golden bell. The runes were densely covered and the golden light was bright.
"Boom!"
The Taoist Qi hit the golden bell and made a deafening sound. The bell was not broken, but it carried the monk and flew him several feet away. As he flew upside down, the monk's robe accidentally spilled half a mouthful of liver blood, and he spoke the incantation. The curse dissipated and the golden bell collapsed.
He staggered to the ground, using a Zen staff to support himself and not fall down. He saluted the Buddha with one hand and silently recited the Buddha's mantra to stabilize his collapsed energy.
He finally suffered a loss due to the laws of the Great Dao. Although he was injured, it was not serious. The bitter monk clearly wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with determination and fighting spirit.
Naturally, Mu Miitang would not give up. The moment he flew upside down, he folded his fan instead of his sword and let out a sword sound. He only saw an afterimage killing the young man in monk's robes who stumbled to the ground.
The two exchanged no more than ten moves. Mu Miitang's folding fan was like a flying blade, which was slashed at Mingwu's wrist under the blessing of the law. The monk was locked by the law and had no way to dodge. He had to hold the Zen staff around his wrist to protect his wrist. .
"Qiang Qiang!"
Sparks flew everywhere. Monk Mingwu felt that his wrist was bearing a thousand pounds of sharp blades. The Zen staff in his hand fell out of his hands uncontrollably. Mu Miitang kicked him directly in the chest. He blocked it with his other hand, but was still kicked away. Several meters away, his body shape remained unchanged, his feet sucked the ground, leaving two long foot marks.
"Whoosh!"
Mu Miitang threw the folding fan again to kill, with a series of rhymes, like a catastrophe from the sky, making it impossible for people to escape. It was completely different from the previous throwing of the folding fan.
At this moment, the monk was defenseless and had to use the golden bell to protect himself and fight to the death.
"Bang!"
However, when the flying fan was about to attack, it was intercepted by a finger force rich in laws.
Looking back, the performer was none other than Zhao Zhengli, who was wearing burlap. I don’t know when it started. He was surrounded by three people. In addition to Northern Shaolin Huiyun, there were also two middle-aged Jianghu people with good strength. Among the top-level masters, only Zhao Zheng is at the peak of the middle-level master. He can easily master the overall situation with the combined efforts of the three of them just by understanding the rhyme of the Dao. At the critical moment, he also rescued the bitter monk Mingwu, which shows the power of the law of the great road. able.
Mu Miitang took back the folding fan and looked at the back of the extremely busy Buma: "Huh, show off! Then let me give you a ride!"
After saying this, he continued to fill his Daoyun Zhenqi and threw the flying fan at the fighting Zhao Zhengli, who suddenly felt a chill in his spine.
The two Bi sisters anxiously exclaimed, "Taoist Master, be careful!"
The rough figure twisted around and gathered all his strength to slash out a Qingcheng Sword.
"Bang!"
The collision of the sword and the flying fan was also the collision of two laws. The dazzling true energy explosion swept hundreds of meters in a radius, and the void trembled in an instant.
Seeing that his move failed, Mu Miitang abandoned the monk and jumped into the air. He used his palms instead of swords, gathered them into a sky-high blade, and slashed down: "Die!"
Zhao Zhengli got rid of his anger, and forced Huiyun and the others back with a sweep of his sword. He twisted around and gathered his strength to slash out the "Purple Yang Initiation" that was dozens of feet long. With one sword and one sword, he had the aura to destroy everything. The terrifying true energy and The two intertwined Tao rhymes make all living beings frightened.
In the distance, the faces of Huiyun and the other three people were pale, and they felt like they were humiliated. It turned out that Zhao Zhengli had not used his full strength from beginning to end, but used the three of them as high-level masters as whetstones to practice. If this sword were to strike at them, , the three of them asked themselves if they could not take it!
What a terrible future!
Now the Tubo Mimi Hall came out with the main force, and the three monks Huiyun looked at each other and stepped forward to assist.
In an instant, the burlap figure was surrounded by four people. Using their hands and feet together, there were still pieces of footage. He managed to fight to a draw with the four of them with one person.
Upon closer inspection, he found that the veins all over Zhao Zhengli's body swelled, his energy and blood surged, and his fair face turned red. This was the result of his body's true energy operating to the limit.
The Bi sisters wanted to draw their swords to help, but they were knocked back by the powerful shock wave within a few dozen meters of them.
The peak cultivation levels of the two little masters are naturally not at the same level.
The bitter monk's eyes were unyielding, and he carried his Zen staff with luck and rushed into it, just like a demon monk.
In the distance, Princess Dali in a white dress was walking back and forth outside the field. She still lacked a reason to take action. Suddenly, a wave of residual true energy hit her feet, splashing dust and gravel all over her body. The fairy-like face screamed in surprise: "Oh! Is this princess easy to bully?"
After saying that, she raised her hand and struck out with a palm, heading directly towards the Tubo Mu Mi Hall where four people were fighting in a melee.
However, her palm collapsed invisibly three inches away from Mu Miitang. He turned his head and showed a mysterious smile, which made the second-best beauty on the beauty list grind her silver teeth and stamp her feet in anger.
Then she slapped her palm again with ten levels of strength, and was intercepted in mid-air with a sound of "Bang!"
"If Your Highness, Princess, is interested in elegance, how about letting me join you to learn a few tricks?"
Following the sound, a follower in a cross-necked shirt with narrow sleeves stepped out from behind Khitan Yeluhe.
"You're a troublesome slave!"
Duan Xiaoxiao glanced at Khitan Yeluhe and waved a palm without paying attention. The follower took the lead and forced Duan Xiaoxiao to accept the provocation passively. She killed him gracefully in her white dress.
"Qiang!"
A spear was inserted directly between the two of them, and the red tassel swayed: "Leave him to me!"
The calm and murderous voice came from Zhang Ziya, who had always understood the charm of Taoism.
"It's really lively, it's really lively. I don't think I'm late, right?"
A leisurely voice came from the sound of horse hooves in the distance. Three or five horses were mounted, followed by hundreds of soft-armored soldiers. The man at the head who was three-quarters handsome and seven-quarters powerful was none other than Wang Feng, the son of Wang Chongli, the Zhijun of Qingzhou.
The knights next to him were Prince Xiao, the grandson of Taifu Xiao, who looked like a dandy with a jade face and peach blossoms, and gorgeous clothes.
Several other riders were also sons of the same general, including Ge Xiaojin, the son of Ge Hongliang, the commander-in-chief of Hedong Road, and Zhang Dian, son of Zhang Zhilong of Hebei Road.
The other rider is an old man with a shaggy head, but he has no real appearance. He is probably a guest from a certain young man's family.
Wang Feng waved his hand and raised his thick eyebrows: "Assemble the phalanx! Capture the remaining sons of the rebellious ministers. No one from the Khitan and Tubo countries will be left alive!"
Hundreds of soft-armored soldiers in the rear formed small groups of ten and hundreds of soldiers into formations. They quickly formed an formation and shouted "Kill! Kill!"
The morale was rising and condensing amid the soft shouts, and the soldiers' eyes became more and more passionate. The morale condensed a unique pressure of true energy over the formation, and slowly took shape, it was a crawling lion.
Hundreds of soldiers formed three formations, and three lions appeared in the sky!
It opened its eyes slightly, and a suffocating sense of oppression suddenly appeared, shocking everyone present!
"What a strong morale."
"Lion Awakening Formation?"
Zhao Zhengli, who was so busy that he didn't care about anything, couldn't help but turn around and watch. It was the first time for him to witness the formation of soldiers with his own eyes.
It seems that it is not unfounded that people can conquer the heavens. The gathering of small and weak ordinary people can also have the power to defy the heavens.
No wonder the old emperor dared to say boldly when he destroyed ten kingdoms, "No matter how invincible the immortals are in the world, they will kill everyone who lands in the mortal world!"
The phalanx formed by just a few hundred soft-armored soldiers was so terrifying. If there were tens of thousands of soldiers forming the formation, Zhao Zhengli wouldn't be able to tell if it were a person above heaven, but it would definitely not be enough for people below heaven.
With hundreds of thousands of troops, how many of them would dare to fight?
The situation has changed drastically, and he must make a quick decision.
The most nervous people at the moment are the Jianghu people of Khitan and Tubo, because that young man who is half handsome and half crazy has said, "No one will be left alive!"
Zhao Zhenglixiao had heard too many people asking for his life in the past two days. No matter how horrified the troops were, he was still not nervous. However, someone was already worried about him.
Earlier, the Bi sisters were just nervous when they saw that he had a chance to win, but now Wang Feng ordered his soldiers to form formations, and the two of them were the first to stand up and block the way.
The two men drew their swords, looked at each other with hostility, and yelled: "How can you be a hero if you bully the few with more? You really have the ability to fight a Taoist priest one on one!"
The old man with disheveled hair sneered: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that the only two remaining Bihua Sword Sect female dolls are still so innocent and simple!"
"The Bihua Sword Sect only knows how to repay kindness and revenge!"
Two beautiful figures raised their swords and were about to rush into the formation and disrupt the formation, but the old man's withered hands with sleeves rolled up knocked them several meters away with a flick of his fingers.
At the same time, the three lion awakening formations leapt forward together, changing formations. The lions crawling above slowly got up, shaking and shaking their thick fur, and flexing their muscles lazily.
The formation changed again, and the three lions suddenly burst into animalistic rage. Their eyes were scarlet, and they raised their heads and roared ear-splittingly.
Three lion roars shook the world. The tea shed that was originally swaying crazily was finally overwhelmed and was torn apart by the earthquake. The old man in the tea shed cried heartbrokenly in the ruins: "The old tea shed is gone! The tea shed is gone. How can the whole family live!"
"Roar~"
The formation of the soldiers awakening the lions changed again, and three male lions stepped into the void and rushed towards the fighting people.
"Qiang!"
Zhao Zhengli immediately slashed his sword at Mu Mi Tang of Tubo and retreated with the force of the impact. One of the male lions rushed behind Mu Mi Tang in an instant. He had no time to take into account the small thoughts of the rebellious minister's son, so he turned around and gathered all his strength to use the folding fan instead of the sword. Cut out a sharp blow with the rhythm of law.
"puff!"
With one blow, the lion's front leg was severely injured. It roared in great pain and pounced forward. There was a faint trace of golden blood flowing from the wound, dripping into the air and dissipating. The lion also lost a ray of spiritual energy. But it was only a slight change. It raised its other front paw and slapped it, intending to crush the tiny human who had injured it.
"Bang bang bang!"
After several rounds of fighting between one man and one beast, Mu Miitang naturally refused to leave Zhao Zhengli idle and actively led the beast towards him.
At that time, Zhao Zhengli had just had a head-to-head encounter with the Northern Shaolin monk Huiyun.
puff!
All he saw was Huiyun in the monk's robes, bleeding and flying several feet backwards like a kite with its string cut off. Zhao Zhengli used twelve points of force in this palm, and with a trace of his Dao Law, Huiyun was naturally invincible.
"Qiang Qiang!"
Zhao Zhengli knocked the old monk away with one palm and then handed out two swords to the approaching man and beast. He slashed out the two swords and then retreated in the aftermath. He locked onto the two Jianghu men who were fighting with the bitter monk Mingwu. His movements were smooth and coherent. Done in one go.
The two Jianghu people glanced at the murderous young man, and then at Huiyun, the eminent Northern Shaolin monk who had fought with him earlier and was knocked away.
"withdraw!"
"Run!"
The two of them turned around and ran away without any hesitation. They both knew that the rebellious son had murderous intentions. He had understood a trace of the law, and the two of them were naturally invincible.
A confused monk was left on the post road.
However, how could Zhao Zhengli let the two of them retreat completely? He slashed out two swords at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. The sword beams were several feet long, and he split the two Jianghu men in half from the back of their heads after they had fled hundreds of meters away. , blood splattered in the air, shocking everyone present.
At the same moment, a terrifying Dao Yun Qi attack came from behind Zhao Zhengli, causing everyone present to panic.
Zhao Zhengli couldn't dodge in time, so he sheathed the Purple Yang Sword and held a flower on his back to resist. The sword glowed and his true energy billowed.
"Bang!"
No matter how much he gathered his energy, he was knocked back hundreds of meters and fell into the formation of soldiers. In the distance, Wang Feng, who was three-quarters handsome and seven-quarters burly, frowned towards the direction where the energy was coming from at the end of the sky.
The young man in burlap cloth broke out from the left and right of the Lion Awakening Formation. He was like an ancient beast, running wildly and causing the formation to change continuously.
"Taoist Priest..."
Seeing this, the Bi sisters rushed into the formation regardless of their own safety. The three of them killed dozens of soldiers on the left and right of the formation, tearing a gap in the formation and destroying the soldiers. The lions whose morale was gathered in the sky were also injured.
"How brave!"
Wang Feng, who had been watching the battle from a distance, saw that the formation was damaged. He quickly jumped off his horse and stepped forward to fill the gap. While trapping Zhao Zhengli and the other three, he also cheered up the lion in mid-air.
When the Khitan and Tubo people saw that Zhao Zhengli had unintentionally found a weak point in the formation, they all rushed into the formation and attacked from left and right. The formation changed one after another on the edge of collapse, and their morale was disturbed, which greatly weakened the condensed lion. .
Several other generals' heirs also hurriedly stepped in to fill the vacancies in the formation, and the unkempt old man took the lead, displaying strength at the peak level of a grandmaster.
"call out!"
Another blast of true energy from the end of the sky that had been struck earlier, and the terrifying power of the Great Law of the Great Principle, shot directly at the rough young man who broke through the lion awakening formation. This strike was extremely fast, as if it was coming through the void, so that no one could have time. In response, Zhao Zhengli only heard Birou exclaiming from behind, "Taoist Master, be careful!".
At the same time, there was a "pop" sound, and I felt a hot stream spurting on my back, accompanied by bursts of blood.
Biyu shouted heartily: "Sister~Sister!"
Zhao Zhengli turned around dully, and saw the graceful figure falling powerlessly, forcing a smile on his pale cheeks, and then slowly closed his eyes, blood flowed from his mouth, staining the large brocade dress on his chest.
"Bi~rou!"
Zhao Zhengli took advantage of the situation and took him into his arms, his mind went blank. He never thought that someone would lay down his life for him, and it was a woman.
Biyu stepped forward and trembled, crying: "Birou~sister~sister!"
"Ah~!"
Zhao Zhengli hugged the two sisters, one on the left and the other on the right. Like a wild dragon coming out of the mountain, he rushed out of the lion awakening formation of a hundred or ten people. His powerful Qi was stronger than armor, and he repulsed all kinds of sharp weapons that were hacked by the soldiers.
"Puff"
After all, he was not invincible. He had been slashed dozens of times. Wang Feng found the right moment and slapped him on the ribs. While knocking the soldiers away from the formation, he was bleeding endlessly.
When he came out of the formation, he found that the base of the body was not intact.
Biyu burst into tears after witnessing everything.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
The bloody man stopped in an open space on the post road, quickly gathered his true energy and tapped his acupuncture points, and then forcibly injected his true energy to sustain his life. It was a miracle that the young master was not killed on the spot by the powerful Tao Yun attack.
The muscles and veins in that delicate body were damaged, and the heartbeat became weaker every time. Zhao Zhengli felt inexplicably congested in his heart, and the bridge of his nose felt strangely sore. He choked and said, "Why are you so stupid!"
"Boohoo!"
Almost at the same time as he stopped, several blasts of true energy came from all around. Zhao Zhengli resisted one after another without moving, just to make the true energy more stable and stay alive, for fear of accidentally disturbing the newly sorted fragments. The muscles and veins, and draw the zhenqi that attacks Jasper to his body.
"Puff puff!"
He spat out three mouthfuls of blood in succession and his face turned red.
One wave after another, the people he cared about were bleeding one after another, which made Biyu heartbroken to the point of being silent, and her throat became hoarse with grief.
Zhao Zhengli forcibly injected the last ray of true energy, and quickly formed seals and acupuncture points again. The pale and weak beauty covered in blood finally slowly flashed her eyes, as if she was struggling to hold up the eyelids, which weighed as much as a thousand pounds.
"Tao...Chang! Birou...it's okay!..."
The tone of the voice, as thin as a mosquito, was sharper than a blade, and it pierced into Zhao Zhengli's heart, causing two tears to fall from the corners of his eyes, as if they were hotter than magma, and his burned eyes were blood red.
"call out!"
The zhenqi rich in Tao Yun's laws from afar struck again.
Zhao Zhengli is comparable to the reincarnation of the Demon King, and he lifts his sword to strike out a law and rhythm that is almost comparable to it.
"Bang!"
Like a comet exploding, the aftermath shook across the sky, and the ripples of true energy spread in all directions, making them dazzling.
He took out the elixirs and powders given by Cui Chengjiang, his fifth senior brother, and wished that Birou, who was dying, could eat them all. At the critical moment, Biyu stopped him, and he finally regained consciousness.
"You should be content to have a beautiful woman by your side even when you die!"
An old voice could be heard lingering in the distance, and a black shadow the size of a grain of rice at the end of the field of vision quickly enlarged until a black Confucian robe came into view.
Zhao Zhengli almost chewed his back teeth and said, "Du~Qiao!"
