In the twilight, the purple aura soared into the sky.
Zhao Zhengli's purple sword, which was tied to the right side of the saddle, suddenly unsheathed uncontrollably and fell steadily into the hands of the white-robed figure. The sound of the sword was deafening.
In the distance, the true energy rises, Buddha seals fill the sky, and the murderous atmosphere of more than a thousand people fills the night.
"kill!"
Hundreds of armored soldiers in Zhijun Mansion were waiting in formation, their morale condensed into a virtual long sword in the night sky, hanging in the void.
The soldiers of the local magistrate's office belong to the Xiang army, not as good as the frontier army and the imperial army, but above the militia. They are orderly but not rigorous. They are more than adequate for ordinary people, but they are naturally weak when it comes to the shortcomings of top-notch people.
The soldiers led by Wang Feng had good morale in formation, but it was not enough. Therefore, the sword of morale was illusory, and it was obviously not as good as the frontier troops who had been fighting for years, and the outstanding imperial army.
So a second preparation was made, with hundreds of soldiers each equipped with special bows and crossbows.
The bow is an ox-horn bow, which is based on a wooden body. The horns are the two wings, and the tendon is the bow string. It has a range of hundreds or even thousands of miles. Logically speaking, this bow is far beyond the scope of the Xiang army. It is rarely owned by the border troops and is specially provided for the imperial army.
The crossbow is a large bed crossbow, one of Qin's sweeping Liuhe swords. It has a team of four people. The crossbow arrows are three meters long and have a range of several thousand meters.
Although there are only dozens of them, they are already beyond the ordinary configuration of the frontier army, and they are not the weapons matched by the local Xiang army. It is obvious that someone is secretly helping the Wang family and his son.
"kill!"
The morale of hundreds of soldiers is gradually increasing, and their bows and crossbows are fully loaded.
"Swish swish!"
Arrows flew across the night sky, like locusts crossing the border, covering the sky and making a unique sound of breaking through the sky in the dark night.
"Buzz!"
Yuan Chaoyang raised his sword with one hand, and the vast zhenqi gathered like a tide. Accompanied by the buzzing sound of the sword, the rhythm of the purple sword was intertwined.
Wearing a white robe, he stood on the carriage step with a sword in one hand, facing the rain of arrows from the sky without fear.
"Wow!"
He raised his sword with his hands behind his back, and his white robe made a hunting sound, which was driven by the majestic true energy he exuded.
"Hoo ho ho!"
The air seemed to become viscous in an instant, and like a dense rain, the bows and crossbows were frozen in the void by invisible force a foot away, forming a suspended barrier like a hedgehog.
At this moment, Zhao Zhengli and others seemed to have entered another dimension, as if time was imprisoned at this moment.
"Puff puff!"
Yuan Chaoyang, who was standing on the step of the carriage, held the sword on his back with his right hand. With a wave of his left sleeve, the rain of crossbows and arrows frozen in the void exploded like bubbles.
The morale of hundreds of soldiers dropped sharply, and the sword of morale became so dim that it was almost wiped out.
Yuan Chaoyang then showed the purple sword on his back, his eyes sharp and cold.
Around the purple sword in his hand, you can vaguely see black and white evolving all things, which is the way of yin and yang that Yuan Chaoyang understands.
The figure was unusually majestic and majestic, with the air of one man in charge.
"Boom!"
There was muffled thunder rolling above the purple sword that evolved all things, and the avenue began to gradually reject the power of transcendence.
The white robe made a sound, and the purple sword in his hand was ready. Yuan Chaoyang raised his eyes and looked at the dark crowd in front of him, and whispered: "I can kill the immortal with one sword!"
"bass!"
He raised his sword from bottom to top with one arm, and the purple light cut through the night and struck directly at more than a thousand people in front of him.
The sword light doubled rapidly, one foot... two feet... four feet, and it had the potential to break the sky.
For the first time, Zhao Zhengli felt admiration for no reason. Was he still the crooked senior brother who secretly read health-preserving books and repeatedly violated the iron laws of the temple?
In the distance; the killing energy, the terrifying Buddha's palm, and the sword of morale spread in all directions.
Du Qiao, the elder of the Du family, led the charge with more than a hundred people. All of them were monks from the martial arts world. They were fierce bandits in the green forest and were as agile as a cheetah.
The octogenarian Zen Master Juekong of Northern Shaolin, Master Liaojue in yellow monk robes from Dengfeng Temple, and the old monk Huicong in exquisite cassocks, the three of them worked together to hand out a Buddhist "Prajna Palm" to resist Yuan Chaoyang's annihilation Shi Yijian.
The northern Shaolin monks used their own methods to help the Du family.
Hundreds of soldiers led by Wang Feng of the Zhijun Mansion formed a formation with great morale to assist the three old monks from Northern Shaolin in their distant attack.
The three forces cooperated closely, and the sword of morale rose sharply, and was released simultaneously with the Prajna Palm of the three northern Shaolin monks.
"Crack!"
In the dark night, a white lightsaber and a giant palm endowed with Buddha's light met a purple sky with rolling thunder.
"Boom!"
Three different attributes collided in an instant, and the night was like day. The Buddha's palm and the lightsaber paused for a moment, then collapsed in a moment, like a rain of broken light falling into the night sky.
Zi Mang fell into the charge team of hundreds of people wielding swords and sticks with overwhelming force.
"Puff puff!"
At that moment, people were like ants, lives were like grass, and there were hundreds of gangsters in the rivers, lakes, and green forests. In the eyes of mortals, the monks who were so superior could not die out of fear and despair.
The terrifying coercion and vitality of the avenue caused them to die suddenly on the spot, blooming like "blood flowers" in the dark night.
"ah……"
When the first person reacted, there were no bones left around him, the smelly blood mist filled the sky, and everything in his eyes was red.
In the blink of an eye, only one-tenth of the hundreds of charging Jianghu Ke and Northern Shaolin monks were left.
Du Qiao, the elder of the Du family, who was dressed in a black Confucian shirt, was covered in blood and was stunned on the spot. Just now he led the charge and saw Zi Mang falling and tried his best to avoid it before saving his life. He was completely terrified for the rest of his life.
He seemed to have a new definition of "strong". He had never experienced anything like this in the nearly ten years since he entered the Grand Master realm.
Not far away, the three northern Shaolin monks and hundreds of soldiers were completely powerless and had no time to use the second move to stop them.
The three North Shaolin monks Juekong, Liaojue and Huicong were shocked for a moment and then came to their senses. The three of them took a step towards Du Qiao. After all, they had the numerical advantage. No matter how Yuan Chaoyang went against heaven, he would not step into the legend. In the terrestrial fairyland, how many times can a sword like this be wielded?
As long as Yuan Chaoyang is consumed, the rest of the people can take care of the two women at the Grand Master level, and Zhao Zhengli, who has fallen into the Little Grand Master level, can't they be easily captured?
As for Yuan Chaoyang's old friend who doesn't know martial arts, he completely ignores it.
After thinking about this, everyone's morale gradually increased again. Among them, the four great masters headed by Zen Master Juekong took the lead in attacking the white-robed Yuan Chaoyang.
The Dengzhou Post Road was full of murderous intent, and hundreds of people headed by the four great masters rushed in at high speed.
One sedan, two riders, three horses and five people did not panic at all. The white-robed young man picked up the purple sword and stood on the horse's back, and the four people behind him also tensed up and prepared for the blood.
Yuan Chaoyang's spine was straight, and he looked sideways at Zhao Zhengli, who was holding the reins of the horse tightly: "Boy, have you ever heard of the story of the head master who laid a solid foundation through battle and broke the mirror in the battle?"
Zhao Zhengli, in a plain shirt, said in confusion, "I don't remember!"
His white robe shook: "It's okay if you don't remember, I'm afraid you will follow suit."
"..."
While Zhao Zhengli was scratching his head, Yuan Chaoyang pulled Yang Guifen up from the carport and greeted the overwhelming crowd of hundreds of people: "Remember, life is important, and only if you have life can you make a difference."
"Bang bang!"
Yuan Chaoyang held Yang Guifen in a glazed blue dress with one hand, and faced the four great masters with the other. There was no sign of falling behind, which really made the four of them feel humiliated.
Hundreds of people below arrived. Li Zhan drew his sword and Yu Xiaowei held his sword. They immediately protected Zhao Zhengli and faced him.
"Qiang Qiang"
The swords collided and sparks flew everywhere. Although Zhao Zhengli was nervous, he was not timid at all and drew out the spare scimitar hanging on the horse's back to fight back.
Although his level has dropped to that of a minor master, his moves and skills have been deeply ingrained into his muscle memory, and he can barely defeat the green forest bandits and ordinary monks.
Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei were besieged by Wang Feng and several master-level monks. The isolated young man in plain clothes was finally unable to defeat the four hands with his fists. After several encounters, they were covered with bruises and retreated bleeding.
Not far away, Yu Xiaowei was so flustered when she saw this that she also took two sticks from the monk. Her pretty face turned red and she spat out a mouthful of liver blood. Fortunately, she took the opportunity to come to Zhao Zhengli's side.
The two of them fought back to back against the enemy in a fight and siege. The master and the little master fought until they went crazy and their eyes were red. The monk fell to the ground, the gangsters shed blood, and the armored soldiers died in pieces.
However, it seemed that hundreds of people could not be killed and beheaded completely, and the three of them were exhausted until they were exhausted.
The reason is that there is a disparity in combat power between the three of them. Only Emei Li Zhanyi is the main force. Yu Xiaowei, who is newly promoted to the Grand Master level, is not good at fighting. Zhao Zhengli, who was once feasible, has also fallen below the Grand Master level. Hundreds of people faced by the three are all. He is not an ordinary person, and he is a person of one kind alone.
In short, the situation of the three of them is worrying.
The night was surprisingly long and difficult.
The Dengzhou Post Road is covered with blood and mist, and you can see it from a distance; the five great masters in the void are fighting like gods, the true energy of their swords runs through the long night, the space is distorted, the laws of the avenue are endless, and the place where they fall is like a thunder explosion, leaving no grass growing and the rocks shattered.
With such a movement, there is naturally no shortage of people who want to watch the fun. Except for those who happen to pass by and stand to look at it from a distance, there are very few people who actually hear the sound and come over.
They are all afraid of harming the fish in the pond.
In the distance, Zhao Zhengli and Yu Xiaowei were killed and scattered, and Li Zhanyi was also entangled by dozens of people, including two middle-level grandmasters who rivaled her.
The three of them were all isolated. Wang Feng in the crowd came straight towards Zhao Zhengli carrying a double-eared halberd. He defeated each one of them with his own hand.
"Hahaha!"
He was laughing wildly, because he was excited about capturing the rebellious son of a rebellious minister who had not yet finished his job in the world or in the temple. He, Wang Feng, was destined to become famous after this battle, so he was naturally reused by the prince.
How can you not be crazy?
"call!"
Zhao Zhengli looked cold and made a subversive move. He actually took the initiative to attack with a knife.
"Hmph! You are not overestimating your own abilities!"
As a strong master, Wang Feng looked down at an ant, with the two-eared halberd in his hand filled with true energy. He raised one arm and smashed it hard at the oncoming young man in plain clothes.
"boom!"
The halberd fell without hesitation, but at the critical moment, the young man in plain clothes moved sideways like a ghost. The scimitar in his hand curled around his wrist and cut towards Wang Feng's thick arm.
"bass!"
The corners of Wang Feng's lips raised in disdain, and with a slight flick of his finger, he shot out a burst of Grandmaster level energy to repel the scimitar that was one foot away.
Zhao Zhengli staggered back, and the scimitar in his hand almost escaped. For him who is now in the Little Grandmaster realm, the power of this finger is majestic and vast, almost the limit of what he can bear. Such a good opportunity is resolved by the opponent with a flick of his finger. This is the advantage of the realm.
Wang Feng did not give him a second chance. He flicked out his finger and swept the halberd. The strong energy that came with it was like a blazing flame, pointing directly at the back of the staggering figure in plain clothes.
"when!"
Zhao Zhengli concentrated all his strength on the scimitar in his hand, but Wang Feng was not at the ordinary Grandmaster level. His tactics and foundation were as solid as a rock. The halberd he swung with one arm was almost invincible in the same realm, let alone Zhao Zhengli who was at the Little Grandmaster level.
"boom!"
After resisting the blow, Zhao Zhengli's arms suddenly hurt and he lost consciousness.
"Bang bang"
Before he could turn around, Wang Feng struck two halberds in succession.
"Puff"
Zhao Zhengli was finally at a disadvantage. No matter how quick his reaction was, he could not escape the lock of the Grandmaster's strong Qi. The consecutive three halberds caused blood to pour out of his mouth. He was suspected of being hit by a wild bear. His true energy was turbulent and his Dantian was trembling. He kicked back and slid several feet against the ground before he stabilized his body. His feet left two long lines on the post road. Long scratches.
"Buzz!"
Zhao Zhengli's state fluctuated, his internal organs surged, a nameless energy swelled, soreness spread throughout his body's meridians, blood and bones, and his body felt like it had been forcibly dismantled and reassembled.
The pain is like a whip, the crack is like Nirvana, and suddenly I feel something in my heart.
The restless heart was surprisingly peaceful at this moment, which was caused by the mysterious feeling in his body in recent days.
"Bo"
Zhao Zhengli, in a plain shirt covered in bloodstains, had clear eyes and a face as flat as a lake, and his thoughts entered an ethereal and mysterious realm.
In the distance, Wang Feng was furious. The three consecutive critical strikes of his halberd should have smashed it into pieces, but the opponent was actually intact, and it actually provided an opportunity for a breakthrough.
"Hoo ho!"
The double-eared halberd in Wang Feng's hand was dancing wildly in a hurry, and waves of manic energy were stirred up. He concentrated all his strength to stop him, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf, and he vowed to finish off the young man in plain clothes.
"Whizzing"
No matter how violent his moves were, Zhao Zhengli looked calm, his plain clothes were frivolous, and his body was as clever as a leopard, and he could avoid the fierce attacks by a hair.
"Buzz"
The eight-foot plain clothes are intertwined with Taoist charms, and they dodge the master with their hands behind their backs, forming a dazzling scene in the night sky.
Zhao Zhengli is now enlightening his mind, gathering momentum, and looking for the right path.
At this moment, Wang Feng has undoubtedly become a stubborn stone for Zhao Zhengli to polish his realm.
The five great masters in the night sky were aware of the mysterious aura.
Yuan Chaoyang murmured: "Do you really dare to follow suit?"
