They were wearing the Xuanqing Taoist robes unique to the Dao Sect. They were all of extraordinary aura. They were all in the middle and late stages of foundation building. They were the strongest group of people in this area.
Not all the Dao Sect disciples came over, there were still a few who stayed on the immortal boat, and I don’t know what their attitude was. Some even smiled and sat back and watched what happened.
"Jing Zetian, how dare you hurt a fellow disciple!"
More than a dozen people simultaneously erupted with spiritual deterrence, staring at Jing Zetian.
Foundation-building monks can walk in the air and use spiritual power to create spells. As the younger generation of the lower world, they are naturally good at these things.
He Qingming watched quietly.
Just now, he couldn't see Jing Zetian's movements clearly.
Although his body is a spiritual body separated by the clone technique and has less than one-tenth of the strength, he should not be unable to see the movements of a foundation-building monk.
It's fast, but it seems to be more than just fast.
Still have to observe again.
He Qingming raised his eyes with a burning gaze. He was naturally strong and did not think that he could lose to Jing Zetian, who was one or two years older than him.
But now it seems that Aotian doesn't look like a man behind the scenes, so there is only one possibility, and that is that he has a "golden finger".
The information given in the storybook is not all. This kid is Aotian after all, so he must have two tricks.
You have to see this kid's secret, and then you don't have to worry about it in the future!
He Qingming's eyes were serious.
When he thought of this, a fight started on the other side.
At first, the Dao Sect disciples only attacked alone, but later they attacked in groups, and the fight turned into a huge melee, with swords and swords clanging together, and countless afterimages.
The young man was facing many enemies, but he was not afraid at all. He didn't have any weapons, and he had no tactics. He seemed to be fighting purely by intuition and instinct, and the only thing he could rely on was his body.
Dao Sect monks have powerful spells. They are at the third level of Heaven, Earth and Human. The Foundation Establishment monks can touch the shadow of "earth" at most. However, a few of these dozen people are already able to use the low-level magic techniques of the Earth level with ease.
Onlookers were all shocked.
"If more than a dozen people from the Dao Sect take action at the same time, the bad boy will definitely die!"
"Huh, no matter what method he just used, with so many people watching, can he still go to heaven!"
Although it was a melee, the Dao Sect disciples fought with a tacit understanding. It started with a killing move, with spiritual energy bursting out and flying all over the sky.
At first, they suppressed Jing Zetian with their numerical advantage, so that Jing Zetian could not find a chance to fight back. He seemed to be standing still and could only accept the attack.
They were very confident, thinking that Jing Zetian was just a mediocre person.
This kid doesn't know magic tricks, he doesn't have any weapons, and he only fights with his body. How can he withstand their swift and flowing attack?
But a moment later, the situation reversed. Jing Zetian seemed to have figured out their way. He learned and got used to it at an extremely fast speed, and then began to counterattack accurately. He spread his arms and punched to the flesh, and in the blink of an eye, he beat a group of disciples to the ground. , with a ferocious face.
All Dao Sect disciples are the best of the monks of their generation. If nothing else, they must be very strong. However, they are defeated one after another at the hands of Jing Zetian.
The young man just punched out of thin air, and his natural strength immediately broke through the spiritual defenses of several people, causing them to vomit blood!
Pure power without any technique or magic. Just like a savage beast!
Comparable to an innate creature cub in the restricted area, so naturally powerful!
"How can this be?"
"Is he human?"
Their calmness gradually disappeared, and they began to resort to any means, vowing to kill Jing Zetian.
At this point, He Qingming's eyes changed slightly, and he saw a lot of things.
Completely different from the human monks, that boy's fighting style was too barbaric, every move was a fight, and his eyes were as fierce as an evil beast.
At the same time, he also observed that the opponent's physical strength and reaction speed were so outstanding that it was really possible for one person to defeat more than a dozen people.
But... it would be too brutal to just pick someone up and beat him up.
Seeing Jing Zetian throwing the person away casually, without mercy from either man or woman, He Qingming didn't sympathize with the person opposite, but he was a little bit visually shocked.
That kid was simply a ferocious beast in disguise, and he had no human appearance at all when he fought.
In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen people were seriously injured, and some simply fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
These Dao Sect disciples are domineering, always look down upon others, and are protected by their masters. How have they ever suffered such a disadvantage or been wronged like this?
What's more, this barbarian hits people in the face. After a few punches, the person will be beaten into a pig's head. How can he have any dignity!
The Dao Sect disciples were furious and shouted angrily, but as they were being slapped, they gradually became speechless. Some even begged for mercy: "That's enough, that's enough. Don't slap me in the face!"
But he was greeted with a ruthless punch.
Then a scream echoed around.
Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air and looked around at each other.
"No, my eyes are dazzled? What happened to that boy?"
"Cheating! He must have used some secret method!"
However, whether it is a scam or not can actually be seen clearly with the naked eye, as long as you take a careful look.
Because the speed was too fast, only the afterimage of his movement was left in the screen.
There are many esoteric methods in the world, but most of them have the effect of temporarily overdrafting potential and enhancing destructive power. Some esoteric methods can cause people to lose their minds once used.
But as for Jing Zetian, he is too rational, extremely clear-headed, and hits the vital points accurately with all his moves, showing no mercy.
So rational, so steady, there is no sign of using secret methods.
Everyone turned pale and realized something was wrong.
He Qingming nodded and praised in his heart: "Sure enough, he still looks like a son of destiny."
He unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, watching Jing Zetian's battle, as if he had recalled something, and suddenly felt lost in thought.
At this time, the dozen or so people who were the first to kill had all been defeated and fell into piles on the ground.
The few people on the Dao Zong Immortal Boat who had not yet taken action had different expressions when they saw this situation, and three of them chose to take action.
Regardless of right or wrong, they must protect Daozong's face!
Only a girl in black was left watching quietly, with a faint smile on her lips.
The strength of the three of them was even greater than that of the dozen or so people combined. Their coordination was tighter, their methods more ferocious, and they also used human-level and even earth-level magic weapons.
Kill with one move.
Jing Zetian was already somewhat exhausted, but the more he fought, the braver he became, his eyes were bright with blood, his speed was even faster, and his power became more explosive.
It was like a ferocious beast on the verge of a deadly fight that would not stop until it bit off a few bloody pieces of flesh from its opponent.
As He Qingming watched, he remembered the time Jing Zetian bit him. Really, who dared to bite him before this? Only this barbarian dares to do it.
Thinking of this, He Qingming's eyes showed a bit of envy that he was not even aware of.
Because, from the other party's wild unscrupulousness, he saw the freedom from being restricted by anything.
Anyone with a sane mind would not challenge a Dao Sect disciple directly, and beat the opponent to a complete defeat and lose all face.
Not to mention the powerful Taoist masters in this secret realm, there are still a group of Taoist masters outside the secret realm who are watching.
Normally, Jing Zetian would die outside the secret realm if he didn't die in the secret realm. The masters of Dao Zong's Concentration Realm were waiting outside, and there was no possibility of his escaping.
Doesn't that young man know the risks?
He must know, but he still does it.
Because of the young man’s invincible Taoist heart.
Because of the young man's unyielding pride.
Even if I am surrounded and killed right now, I will never regret it.
He Qingming saw this in Jing Zetian's eyes, so he was envious. He carries the Taoist sect's fortune for thousands of years. No matter how talented he is and how high he goes, he will never be too free in the end.
But the other party can do it.
Able to beat up enemies without restraint and break all impossible perceptions.
Is this Aotian?
He Qingming's eyes were slightly darkened as his thoughts stirred.
At this time, Jing Zetian defeated two of the three people. At the same time, he also suffered a lot of injuries. His fists were wrapped with blood, and his whole body was steaming with spiritual energy.
Of course, with such a life-threatening style of play, he was lucky not to be fatally injured.
But Jing Zetian's expression suddenly changed, as if a hidden injury broke out, black blood flowed from his lips, and his aura was visibly weaker.
He Qingming knew at a glance that the backlash had started again. Jing Zetian hadn't completely digested the immortal bones, and the evil body was ready to devour the master's body. At this moment, it suddenly broke out.
The man opposite realized that something was wrong with Jing Zetian, and immediately knew that the opportunity had come. He used a sword technique to lift thousands of golden spiritual swords, and shouted directly to kill Jing Zetian.
Jing Zetian was about to fight back, but as soon as he made a slight movement, the muscles and bones all over his body were in intense pain.
Seeing that the killing move was coming, he fixed his gaze and was not afraid of death.
Life and death are in that moment.
Even the onlookers were attentive.
However, thousands of golden swords were blasted into pieces, creating billowing golden smoke.
"Succeeded! That kid is dead!"
Some people were already cheering impatiently.
The man who drew the sword was completely drained of his spiritual energy and his face turned pale, but the victory made him couldn't help but smile.
"Haha, I won!"
However, some people opened their eyes wide and said in surprise: "No, he is still alive!"
The man was stunned.
I saw, above the void, a girl in a white dress hugging an embarrassed boy covered in blood. She lowered her eyes and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "How is it? Are you okay?"
Jing Zetian was stunned, his vertical pupils suddenly opened and closed, as if he was in a hurry to deny something, and he subconsciously said: "Put me down."
He Qingming was unhappy, good boy, I saved you, why didn't you say thank you?
I saved you in time, shouldn't your heart beat faster and you fall in love with me stupidly? You're such a barbarian, but you did a good job just now, so I forgive you!
His displeasure only flashed by, and he quickly put Jing Zetian down and said with a smile: "You are very powerful physically, but fighting with your physical body and instinct alone would be too much of a waste of nature."
"..."
He was actually... coaching himself.
Jing Zetian seemed unable to understand, but the backlash from his body almost drained his strength.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Qingming took a step forward, protected Jing Zetian behind him, held the hand of the person behind him forcefully, and declared: "I will protect this person."
Not only others, but even Jing Zetian himself showed a surprised expression.
But that girl seems to be serious?
Jing Zetian lowered his eyes and saw a white jade-like hand holding him, so soft and warm.
It is a warmth that has never been experienced in the cold and bad land.
"..."
His beast-like vertical pupils trembled slightly, as if brewing a strange and unknown strong emotion.
