Chapter 85: Come to the door to receive the gift, the gift is light but the affection is heavy, all you need is a head on your neck! (8800)
Looking at the chariot that was gradually driving towards the dangerous city, the general's eyes were dim and unreadable.
He suddenly turned his head and rubbed his bald head vigorously. His face was swollen with flesh and bloodshot eyes, and he asked word by word:
"Have I killed too few people over the years?"
When the general was furious, he shouted loudly, turning the geniuses around him into idiots.
When he was furious, he once bit off his beloved concubine's jade hands that were holding food right in front of him.
But no one has seen the general's expression like this, and no one has felt his anger like this.
It was no longer just rage and rage.
Rather, it is a kind of rage that goes from head to toe, from skin to flesh, penetrates to the heart, reaches the sky, and penetrates into the bone marrow.
——He was so angry that he was going crazy!
A general who is not crazy is enough to make people in the world fear and fear, but what will happen if he goes crazy?
No one present had an answer.
They also don’t want to witness the “answer” with their own eyes.
They don’t even want to experience this “answer” for themselves!
A bright yellow halo gradually appeared on the general's face, like the color of warm jade, making him look like a statue of a god sitting in a shrine, sucking incense.
He suddenly smiled brightly, and the bright yellow halo became more intense, making his murderous face look kind and even amiable.
The general's tone also became gentler, like a truly respected senior figure in the world. He waved his hand and said softly:
"Let's go. Since they are here to worship the mountain, we must follow the rules of the world and not lose etiquette."
Seeing the general's appearance, Zhui Ming felt that his heartstrings were completely tightened.
He secretly went to see Xiao Jianseng, but saw that this handsome young man, who had always been tough and unafraid of powerful enemies, had an extremely obvious look of fear in his eyes.
The two exchanged glances in the air, and both saw similar fighting spirit and fighting spirit in each other's eyes.
Even - a death wish!
While the general was descending the mountain, the disciples of Chaotian Villa also held white lanterns and rushed over from all directions.
In the dark night, the warm white lights gathered together in one place, forming an endless ocean of light that reflected the bright moonlight. It was so beautiful that it seemed like this place was no longer in the human world.
The fly in the ointment is that this white light is too cold, not like clear and pure moonlight, but like dense bones, giving people an extremely desolate and creepy feeling.
When the general's men lit up the white lanterns, a field of red lanterns also lit up outside Wei City, like a prairie fire.
The bright flaming red and the eerie white complement each other, almost dispelling the darkness of the night for ten miles around, making this place as bright as day.
The one who also lit up the lantern was the sergeant under Yu Yibian.
Outside Wei City, there is a stretch of barren mountains and ridges called "Luoshanji" because the "road to the sky" is where Yibian's troops are stationed.
Yu Yibian's command was very strict and the rules were very strict. Therefore, even if it was late at night, the sergeants responsible for guarding this place did not dare to slack off at all.
Seeing a carriage approaching in the distance, they immediately blew the horns, and saw more than a thousand soldiers holding swords, guns, swords, halberds, powerful bows and crossbows, and red lanterns arrayed in front.
There is a low soil slope in front of "Luoshanji". Now the sergeants from the camp came out in large numbers and immediately filled the area completely.
The red lantern's flames are blazing and brilliant, reaching into the sky, like a blazing sea of fire.
The lights reflected on the sergeant's armor, sword and gun, creating a cold light.
Not long after, the chariot arrived in front of the military formation.
The members of the Xiaoyao Sect showed no intention of evading, and actually rushed straight towards the thousand-man military formation, slowly but surely.
When the distance between the two was only five or six feet, someone in the military formation shouted loudly:
"The front is an important military camp. Anyone who comes is stopped. If you dare to break in without permission, you will be shot without mercy!"
"Huh?"
One of the young Taoists suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp eyes shining brightly.
Even though they were far apart, the man who called out felt his eyes hurt, as if he had been stabbed by a volley of sword energy, and he took several steps back.
Jiumozhi even said calmly:
"Since the general does not act according to the rules of the world, we have no choice but to offend him."
His words have already activated the mantra of Tantric Buddhism, making use of the mind power, internal power, the vast energy and blood of the ten-level Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, and the results of the recently cultivated body training methods.
With each word spoken, the breath spreads throughout the body, and the bones vibrate, just like fifty bells and bells being hit by copper cones, and the skin vibrates, just like a hundred cowhide war drums being beaten by the gods.
Although the sound came from Jiumozhi's mouth, it exploded ten feet in front of him and merged into a continuous thunderous sound that shook the sky and the earth, which was unstoppable.
Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi had this magical power. At least half of the more than a thousand soldiers covered their ears and fell to the ground.
Of the remaining half, 50% were frightened by the sound of thunder that contained the power of a diamond that subdued demons. Their brains went blank and it was difficult to think anymore.
It was like a substantial transparent sound wave spreading out, like the tidal surge of a river, the smoke and dust stirring up on the slopes of the earth, the red lanterns bursting one after another, the firelight splashing out, and then extinguished in an instant.
At Jiumozhi's words, nearly 80% of the more than a thousand soldiers lost their combat effectiveness.
The sea of fire that was originally gorgeous and gorgeous suddenly only had one clump in the east and one clump in the west, making it look particularly lonely.
The general and others also left the city gate and heard Jiumozhi's voice clearly.
From him on down, almost everyone's expressions changed suddenly.
Although they had just seen that the red-clad lama driving the car must be a master, they never thought that when he opened his mouth, he would be so powerful.
One ride is worth a thousand!
All the masters present thought of this word in their hearts.
Even in this prosperous age of martial arts, which is full of strange people and magical skills, "one rider can equal a thousand" can be regarded as the benchmark for true masters.
For example, Yan Zhao, the "magic hand who splits the coffin", Zhang Sanba, the "Tianji leader", and others have all had relevant achievements.
But facing a thousand enemies at the same time places extremely high demands on the physical strength, internal strength, and spirit of the master. Even if he can do it, he should have to go through a life-and-death struggle and a bloody fight.
But what about Jiumozhi?
He just yelled lightly and knocked over eight hundred people.
These eight hundred people are not ordinary people, but sergeants trained by Yu Yibian himself. They all have good internal strength!
This is not a one-horse attack.
But one blow breaks through a thousand!
In the minds of everyone, except for those legendary masters who don’t know the depth of knowledge, there is only one such method...
For a moment, I don't know how many overt and covert eyes were looking at the egg-like back of the general's head.
Yang Jie took one step to the general's side and whispered:
"General, this is the person who just came to deliver the message!"
The general's eyes were deep and he did not show any fierce expression. He just nodded and commented calmly:
"Pretending."
Not only the people around the general were horrified, but also Duan Yu and Tie Shou behind Jiumozhi were shocked by the great monk's methods.
They all know that in the past twenty days, Jiumozhi, who already has a foundation in "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", has made rapid progress in his physical training after being exposed to Xu Xing's body training method.
But he didn't expect that he would progress to such a level without saying a word.
This great monk has indeed made great progress after combining the power of "Body Training Technique" and "Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique". In terms of pure strength and blood alone, he has almost reached the "indestructible" level.
If combined with the original mental power, internal power, and the newly realized "magical transformation blessed by the Great Sun Tathagata", his combat power will be at least twice as strong as before.
When Jiumozhi just knocked over eight hundred soldiers, it was after concentrating his mind and calming down that he integrated these several martial arts achievements into one, so that he could explode with such powerful power.
But this burst of all his strength made the general see clearly his true and false intentions.
The general knew even more that this kind of outburst was completely meaningless in actual combat.
Because Jiumozhi cannot control this level of strength, and his opponent is not eight hundred soldiers who can fall down in one shock.
In fact, this ideal is very simple. However, under the strong pressure brought by Jiumozhi, there are really very few people who can calm down and think.
After all, the four words "one strike breaks a thousand" are really shocking.
Moreover, even so, among the group of masters under the general, there is no one who can achieve Jiumozhi's level.
After understanding this matter, instead of feeling the slightest joy in the general's heart, he became more vigilant and calm.
Because of a very simple fact.
——The mysterious figure who can make such an expert drive has not really shown his ability yet.
Xu Xing looked at Jiumozhi's back and shook his head slightly.
He knew that the great monk still couldn't change his tendency to show off.
Once you have mastered a peerless martial arts skill, you must show it off. Even if you know that your true identity will be exposed if you take action, you still can't help but try it out.
Thinking of this, Xu Xing smiled understandingly and ignored him.
After all, you have your own secrets, so just let them be.
Come to think of it, the great monk also suffered in a bitter and cold place like Tubo for too long.
It's really hard to feel like you can't find a knowledgeable audience when you want to appear in front of people.
After a loud shout, everyone from the Xiaoyao Sect had slowly passed through the separated sea of fire.
During this period, although there were still sergeants who wanted to take action, they were easily subdued by the more than 30 "spiritual officers" protecting the law.
Although these people in front of Jiumozhi are all disciples, they are actually the real elites who come from the major branches of Tantric Buddhism and are determined to reform the old system.
It's just that in the Wuliang Mountain battle, there were too many masters participating, which made it difficult for these tantric elites to perform.
In today's battle, they can each show the majesty of "one against a hundred".
This is why Jiumozhi proposed to bring this group of people along.
With their strength, even though it is difficult for them to participate in a real battle of strong men, they are still quite capable in handling some ordinary situations.
After the chariot had completely passed through the military formation, the general also led more than a thousand Chaotian Villa disciples to the "Three and a Half Terraces" on "Luoshanji".
Behind the slope of "Luoshanji", there is a towering cliff.
"Third and a Half Terraces" is a huge boulder on top of it. Only six and a half of it is on the cliff, and another three and a half of it hangs in the air, hence the name "Three and a Half Terraces".
There were several giant trees growing on the rocks, but unfortunately almost all of them were dead, leaving only the cracked trunks and a winding vine that shrank like a snake.
The general looked down at the Xiaoyao faction without saying a word. Su Hua Gong, who understood his intentions quite well, stepped forward and said with a condescending smile:
"Your Excellency is paying homage in the name of the Xiaoyao Sect. Don't you feel ashamed that all the disciples here are from Tantric origins?"
"Shame?"
Duan Yu, who was sitting behind Jiumozhi, raised his head, looked up at the people on the rock, chuckled, and said loudly:
"Ignorant people, why don't you hear the name of my Xiaoyao Sect's Beiming Divine Art? The sea drips water all the time, so it can become so big. If you are like you, blindly exclude dissidents and have arrogance, how can you achieve anything?"
Hearing these words, Tie Shou and Jiumozhi turned their heads without leaving a trace and glanced at Duan Yu, somewhat surprised.
But seeing the young man's face glowing red and full of interest, the two of them suddenly felt enlightened.
Duan Yu was born in the royal family, and he was taught by Master Laican. He was a man who read poetry and books and was very good at diction.
But in the previous battlefield, no one could compare with him in this way. Now that he saw the opportunity to show off his talents, he was naturally very excited.
However, Duan Yu's temperament also changed after spending a long time with a pure militant like Xu Xing, and after experiencing the changes in Wuliang Mountain.
After saying this, he stood up on the bicycle frame, raised his eyebrows, and said confidently:
"You are not worthy of seeing the true secret of my Xiaoyao sect!"
To make this trip more formal, both Duan Yu and Tie Shou put on white Taoist robes.
Now as soon as the young man stood up, the night wind blew his white robe back, smelling like orchids and jade trees.
When Zhui Ming and Xiao Jianseng saw it, they also secretly praised in their hearts:
What a young man.
However, looking at Duan Yu's back and feeling the aura exuding from him, Xu Xing, who had been sitting still in the carriage, couldn't help but look weird.
Although he had never seen such a high-spirited look on anyone, he felt inexplicably familiar with it.
Xu Xing had a guess in his mind:
You kid, aren't you imitating me?
Xu Xing's guess was indeed good.
In the past twenty days, Duan Yu, Tie Shou and Jiumozhi were all in Langhuan Paradise, studying martial arts with Xu Xing and exchanging martial arts experiences.
During this period of time, the Prince of Dali had been completely conquered by Xu Xing's whimsical ideas and indescribably rich martial arts reserves.
In Duan Yu's eyes, great heroes like his senior brother and Gang Leader Qiao are certainly majestic heroes.
But in terms of magnanimity and extensive knowledge, compared to Xu Xing, they are more than a little behind.
And he himself is a young man who pays great attention to appearance, so he will naturally move closer to this "perfect body" in his mind.
However, when Su Hua Gong heard Duan Yu's provocation, before Su Hua Gong could say anything, someone could not help but get angry and wanted to make this ignorant brat splatter with blood on the spot to make up for his insult to the general.
"What a big breath!"
Amidst the roar, four figures jumped up from behind the general, intending to jump off the cliff about twenty feet high and launch an attack on the carriage.
These four people are the Sixth General "Thunderbolt General" Thunderstorm, the Seventh General "Beheading General" Mo Fuda, the Eighth General "Shadow General" Shagang, and the Ninth General "Golden Armor General" Shigang under the general's command.
These four people were able to sit in such a high position under the general. Naturally, they were very familiar with the master's temperament and knew that he was extremely angry at this time. If he could not vent his anger immediately, the people around them would surely suffer.
Jiumozhi had already revealed his methods. No matter how courageous the four of them were, they would not dare to anger the red lama first. Duan Yu, who seemed to be a fledgling, was undoubtedly the best target.
If Jiumozhi and others came to rescue him, he could retreat safely, and at least the people who came would lose face!
The four of them didn't need to communicate, they already wanted to go somewhere.
With their skills, the twenty-foot cliff was not much of an obstacle. Although they were always alert to Jiumozhi's attacks, they still jumped fifteen feet in just one flick. In the last five feet, the four of them had already shown their own methods. The thunderstorm's thunder fire, Mo Fuda's giant axe, Shagang's green sand palm, and Shigang's golden armor fist attacked Duan Yu from four directions.
No one of these four people can lose in strength to Lei Hen, the six and a half hall leader of the fourth hall. If it were Duan Yu in the past, even if he could handle the combined attack of these four people, it would still take a lot of effort.
But now, he just smiled confidently and flicked his long sleeves.
The moonlight is just right tonight, clear and bright, and the lights on the cliff are connected again.
Duan Yu flicked his sleeves as if he were strolling through a lighted market during the Mid-Autumn Festival, with a relaxed mood and even a bit of "fun" excitement.
The murderous aura of the four generals all faded away in this "fun". They saw the big sleeves of the white clothes swinging open like a thick and rich cloud of smoke.
In the thick clouds, a bright light shone, and in an instant it stretched into a sword light as fast as a dragon, and crashed head-on into the four generals.
Before the four of them had time to react, they were taken back by an extremely powerful force, and another powerful palm force came across the sky and hit the dragon-like sword light.
The person who took action was particularly tall and tall, and his robe had ancient sleeves. He was none other than Master Shang, one of the "Three Friends" of the general.
From the beginning, he knew that the attack of the four generals would not achieve results, and he was ready to provide help.
The bright white sword light made an extremely harsh metallic trembling sound during this collision, but it was not completely eliminated. Instead, it exploded into six slender sword energy.
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The sword threads shot through the air, criss-crossing, and continued to pursue.
Although Master Shang knew that this young man had extraordinary abilities, he never expected that the sword energy could change like this. He had a bad heart, but he had no time to change his moves.
Fortunately, another colorful alms bowl flew across the sky and drew a perfect circle, completely encompassing the six sword threads.
Amidst six deafening clanging sounds of gold and iron, it returned to the hands of its master, "Yin Si" Yang Jie.
Yang Jie lowered his head and saw that his beloved magic weapon had six deep dents, and the whole body was covered with fine lines, almost to pieces.
Swordsmen all over the world, as long as they have reached a high level of practice, will know how to condense their sword energy. Some sword energy is magnificent and can overwhelm people with force, while some sword energy is delicate and can break faces.
But like Duan Yu, there are only a handful of people in the world who can change again after the sword energy leaves the body.
What's more, even though his sword energy is as thin as a woman's black hair, it is still sharp and strong, as if it is real.
This kind of swordsmanship is truly terrifying.
But what is more terrifying than his swordsmanship is his inner strength.
To refine such sword threads, one must expend a lot of internal energy. Even if there is only one thread, it would take an average swordsman more than ten years of hard work.
But as soon as Duan Yu took action, he was able to directly control Liu Tiao, and he used it with such ease.
Anyone with a little knowledge in the field would have thought of a world-famous secret art of swordsmanship:
Innate body-breaking invisible sword energy!
But Guan Qisheng was able to use this sword qi secret skill to a great extent, largely because he had the extremely powerful "Qi Jue of the North and South of the Yangtze River".
So what does this young man who is not as young as the weakest have to rely on? !
Anyone who knows a little bit about the Xiaoyao Sect will think of the peerless magical skill that can compete with the "consistent magical skill" of the Zizai Sect for the title of "the most powerful internal force in the world".
——Beiming Magical Power!
The technique used by Duan Yu was the "Beiming Divine Kung Fu" adapted by Xu Xing.
Although he has not specifically cultivated internal power, when it comes to his understanding of this power, ninety-nine percent of the masters in this world cannot compare with him.
Based on Duan Yu's physique, Xu Xing combined the idea of "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Gong" to use internal force to warm and nourish Qi and blood, and designed a Qi circulation route specifically for him.
Although this modified version of "Beiming Divine Art" cannot completely reshape the body like Xu Xing, it can still use internal force to subtly change the body.
After all, he has strong enough mental power to directly control his body, but Duan Yu still needs the medium of "internal force" to indirectly strengthen his body.
It's just that this transformation process is a bit painful.
This word "short" is of course for Xu Xing.
From Duan Yu's point of view, it was as if he had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, experiencing all kinds of inhuman torture and torture.
In the process of practicing the new version of "Beiming Divine Art", Duan Yu felt that the existence called "pain" filled his whole body every day, unable to accommodate anything else.
Regret, flinch, and fear were all shattered by this purest pain. In the end, even the pain itself was torn apart by pain.
Therefore, the pain is no longer pain, but Duan Yu's will.
After experiencing the Incident of Tianlong Temple and the Battle of Wuliang Mountain, Duan Yu no longer wanted to endure the humiliation of being wantonly invaded by a powerful enemy.
He doesn't even want to see his elders paying and sacrificing for him anymore.
He no longer regrets, no longer flinches, no longer fears. Now that he has chosen this path, he is determined to follow through.
It can be said that in these twenty days, Duan Yu not only experienced a literal transformation, but also a complete transformation on the spiritual level.
However, looking at Xu Xing who had single-handedly created such a reputation, Tie Shou hesitated many times.
Even Jiumozhi, who was accustomed to tantric initiation methods, looked strange when he saw Xu Xing's methods, and he got more inspiration from this.
Most of their tantric initiations and baptisms are based on the spiritual level, while Xu Xing's methods are completely rooted in the physical body.
Regarding Jiumozhi's questions, Xu Xing gave an explanation without hesitation. In his opinion, the heart is the prison of the physical body, so why is the physical body not the prison of the heart?
The two had an in-depth discussion on the big topic of "structure of form and spirit".
Tie Shou broke into a cold sweat as he listened, feeling that Xiao Duan had completely become the experimental subject of this "crazy devil".
Fortunately, Duan Yu himself didn't take it seriously.
Now, this magical blade forged by Xu Xing himself has finally shown its edge on the battlefield!
Seeing Master Shang and Yang Jie take action, Duan Yu didn't try to pursue him. He just retracted his hand, turned his head, and sighed to Xu Xing in the carriage:
"Master, the disciples are not very talented and have little knowledge. After all, they have not done their best. Please punish me."
That look of regret was really irritating.
Xu Xing was speechless, feeling that this kid was really into the drama.
As soon as Duan Yu finished speaking, three of the four generals who were still alive and kicking just now had bleeding holes in their chests and fell to the sky, with no hope of life left.
Only General Shigang, the golden-armored general, did not die on the spot due to his strong physique. He also took in too much air but didn't let out too much. He was obviously doomed.
Only then did Master Shang notice that at some point, four small holes were torn in his sleeves. The four generals were already dead the moment they were rescued.
Seeing four people die tragically on the spot, everyone from the general on down was shocked.
They never expected that such a young and handsome boy under the banner of Xiaoyao Sect would be so unscrupulous when he made a move.
How dare he kill someone in front of the general!
At this moment, the same emotion emerged in everyone's hearts:
Are they the right way, or are we the right way?
Those old men who have followed Ling Luoshi for a long time all know one thing. Although this terrifying general kills people like crazy and has ruthless methods, he always does things cautiously and never pulls any punches.
Where can a group of people like this one not even say hello but start killing with open fire?
Is this a righteous person or a bandit?
Doubts remain doubts, but none of these masters are ruthless characters who have experienced hundreds of battles and have bloody hands. They did not waste any time to kill their colleagues, but were immediately ready to attack with all their strength.
As soon as the general gives the order, these masters, thugs, and strongmen will rush forward and kill these bold and unscrupulous gangsters on the spot.
Everyone is waiting for that order.
The general's general order!
Facing the momentum of more than a thousand masters on the cliff, even the more than 30 masters of Tantric Buddhism, whose hearts are as strong as iron and who can enter a state of concentration at any time and meditate on gods and Buddhas, feel that their souls are turbulent and it is difficult to maintain their state of mind.
After all, the so-called gods and Buddhas are just illusions, but these more than a thousand masters are real in front of you.
These more than a thousand masters are not ordinary soldiers, but martial arts masters who have been personally trained by the general or recruited from various places. They can be said to be as strong as clouds.
The white lanterns in their hands are also magical weapons that can form a "hide formation". If placed on the battlefield, they can become a terrifying army that can destroy cities and even destroy small countries.
These Tantric masters even feel that they have fallen into the realm of hungry ghosts. Countless hungry evil ghosts are about to crawl out of hell, peel off their skin and cramps, and devour them whole.
The general's momentum also blended into these masters. He stepped onto the "three-and-a-half-point platform" and overlooked Xu Xing and others.
Although he didn't make any expression, everyone who looked at him felt an indescribable force crushing him from the cliff.
Like a majestic peak, it suddenly cracked and turned into thousands of rolling stones, falling down.
Even if he hasn't actually taken action yet, the spiritual impact that is as solid as a substance has begun to affect reality.
The place where everyone from the Xiaoyao Sect was standing was immediately sunken by half an inch and filled with smoke and dust.
The more than thirty spiritual officials groaned, and the phantoms of Vajra King and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas seemed to appear behind them.
A sun disk lit up between Jiumozhi's brows, and he coated these phantoms with gold paint, forming the eight-leaf lotus platform to complete the fundamental perfection, turning a square inch of land into a mandala and a Buddhist kingdom, and even the faint sound of heavenly dragons chanting in meditation could be heard.
Iron Hand also raised his body, put a palm against Jiumozhi's back heart, and poured all his rich and almost vast internal energy into it.
In order to "consistently achieve magical power", Tie Shou used Buddhist techniques to visualize the statues of the Eight Hundred Arhats and the murals of the Flying Hercules in the old building.
Therefore, when he took action, he immediately cooperated perfectly with Jiumozhi to withstand the pressure brought by the general.
After all, in these twenty days, not only Jiumozhi and Duan Yu had undergone radical changes.
Tie Shou had been exposed to Xu Xing's body-training technique when he was in the Shenhou Mansion. After coming to Langhuan Paradise, he was the only one who perfectly inherited Xu Xing's body-training version of the Beiming Divine Technique.
With Tie Shou's tenacious temperament, there is no need to undergo a reshaping like Duan Yu's. Simple physical pain can no longer shake this iron-like man.
Therefore, his progress in practicing the "Beiming Body Refining Technique" is even faster than that of Duan Yu. In terms of physical fitness alone, he has also broken through the limit of the "Four Refining Techniques" and gradually entered the realm of a master.
This is also the unique advantage of internal warriors.
The warriors of the Ming Dynasty needed to use various methods to exercise their skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs.
But Tieshou and others only need to use internal force to stimulate the corresponding parts to achieve the same or even better effects.
Of course, this process is full of dangers, so warriors in this world will not try it easily.
However, under the guidance of Xu Xing, an expert in body training, there will naturally be no problems in everyone's practice.
Therefore, they were able to make such great progress in just twenty days.
Seeing how well the two of them cooperated, a strange look flashed across the general's face. He took advantage of the power of the entire army and said in a deep voice:
"Since you are offering your greetings, why not express your intention directly?"
With every word the general uttered, the white lanterns in everyone's hands rippled.
It was as if an invisible storm swept across the ocean of white light, causing the originally calm sea surface to immediately stir up thousands of waves.
The eight lotus leaves on the eight-leaf lotus platform also trembled together, showing fine cracks.
When it comes to the word "tie", the whole lotus platform can no longer be maintained. Jiumozhi and Tie Shou's expressions are extremely solemn.
Although they all knew that the general's strength was unfathomable, they never expected that he could be so powerful!
Duan Yu was not familiar with Buddhist martial arts, so it was difficult for him to join in. He could only rely on his sword will to hold on, and it was very difficult for him to stand.
At this moment, a perfect light that was difficult to see with the naked eye, but could be clearly felt by everyone, lit up from the carriage.
Just like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who has vowed to evacuate all ghosts, prevent hell from being empty, and vow not to become a Buddha, appears. Wherever the bright light passes, all murderous auras, murderous intentions, and murderous thoughts are completely eliminated, turning into gentle and auspicious light.
Immediately, a loud laughter that was incompatible with this auspicious light rang out from the carriage, full of heart-stirring and blood- boiling meaning, and resounded throughout the sky.
"Okay!"
This open and low hillside seemed to have turned into an empty and narrow valley that was constantly echoing.
"What a Ling Luoshi!"
When the word "good" was spoken, the luxurious chariot had been completely shattered. Among the debris in the sky, a blue shirt soared into the sky, with big sleeves fluttering, like two blue wings fighting against the sky!
The twenty-foot cliff passed by in a flash and reappeared in front of the general.
From the large sleeves of the green robe, a palm as smooth as porcelain, with delicate and flawless skin and slender fingers emerged.
The general's eyes bulged, his arms crossed, and his entire arm glowed with a golden color.
In today's world, among the masters who major in boxing, no one's hands can be as fierce and ferocious as the general's.
Not even an iron hand can do it.
But the man in Tsing Yi's hand, which looks like it was carved from mutton fat and jade, could not be shaken even by the unparalleled "General's Order"!
——Even being repulsed!
With a bang, the general's body moved five or six feet horizontally on the "three-and-a-half-point platform", and there were continuous explosions wherever he passed.
It was like there were hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder from Jiangnan Perak Hall buried in the ground. It was only then that it was completely detonated. The earth and rocks shattered and flew, and even the dozen or so dead trees disintegrated inch by inch.
The entire huge "three-and-a-half-point platform" was shaken violently in this collision, cracked with countless fine lines, and almost shattered.
The masters beside the general wanted to help him stabilize his figure almost immediately. Su Hua Gong was the fastest, followed by Yang Zie and others.
These dozen or so top-notch warriors shot at the same time, their internal energy gushing and surging, forming a formidable iron wall. However, despite this, it was still difficult to withstand such a powerful force, and they all flew away.
The surrounding Chaotian Villa disciples who were not within the attack range were instead trapped by their inner strength and fell down one after another.
The "Lianxiang Formation", which was originally neatly lined up, was immediately opened with an obvious gap.
There were also many white lanterns around the gap, but they were completely destroyed by the raging wind and violent air waves brought by this palm.
Xu Xing retracted his palm, looked at the expressions of the masters who were prepared for the enemy, felt the fighting spirit and killing intent in the air, and said with satisfaction:
"The general is really good for being able to take this palm from me. He is qualified as a sacrifice for the founding ceremony of my Xiaoyao sect!"
This guest in green shirt has billowing sleeves, his feet are on the cliff, and a cold jade plate is hanging on his head. The clear light shines in the sky, and he is elegant and refined, like a crane that eats the clouds and drinks the dew, untouched by the dust of the world.
He smiled and said:
"Today, the Xiaoyao Sect reopens its gate here, and sincerely invites you to attend our sect's opening ceremony. As for the ceremony..."
Xu Xing lifted up his sleeves, swept them gently, and announced calmly:
"The etiquette is light but the affection is heavy, all I need is a head on your neck!"
(End of chapter)