"Haha, I have no shortage of delicacies. If you are interested, why don't you take a seat and talk about it?"
Zhu Youtang was worthy of being the second prince of the Ming Dynasty. The palace was very deep. Even if his seat was occupied, he did not get angry at all. Instead, he smiled lightly and motioned for the visitor to sit aside.
"It's a bit dignified, but I've fallen in love with this location and want to eat here." The old man shook his head, looked around at everyone, put his feet on the counter very rudely, and took a bite of the mutton leg, arrogantly Said extremely.
"Your Excellency, are you here to cause trouble?" Zhu Youtang's face darkened and he said coldly.
"Huh?"
"Isn't my action obvious enough?"
"Okay, let me say it again."
The old man retracted his legs, leaned on the chair, looked around at everyone, and said word by word: "I am here today to do only one thing!"
"Kill you all, or be beaten to death by you!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed and they became furious.
"Arrogant!"
"court death!"
"Kill him, let's attack together and kill this guy!"
"Provoke us? Where do you think this is?"
…
Everyone spoke out one after another and stood up one after another. The grandmaster-level aura slowly rose up, and their qi machines locked onto the old man.
As expected, the next step is to kill him with thunder!
Everyone was showing off their power, but Liu Wuyan, the general of Annan Kingdom, kept retreating and escaped from the camp in a slightly embarrassed manner.
A battle between a group of grandmasters was definitely not something he, a ninth-level warrior, could participate in. A casual display of residual power would shock him to death, so he had to escape first.
Two figures appeared next to Zhu Youtang, protecting him to prevent the aftermath of these masters from harming Zhu Youtang.
"Kill him, Yang Zixu!"
Zhu Youtang raised his hand and ordered in a cold voice.
Yang Zixu's body moved like a mirror, causing a wave, and then the figure suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, Yang Zixu's figure appeared behind the old man, and at some point, a dark black dagger appeared in his hand. The dagger was swung, and countless needle-like fine energy pierced the old man's skin, transforming into a thousand... Thousands of dazzling light spots, beautiful light spots, like a femme fatale. Under the beautiful appearance, there is a deadly murderous intention hidden.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The fine energy was accompanied by the long sword, and it stabbed the old man's back fiercely. His clothes tore apart, and a huge sound erupted. The sound was like a sword hitting a bell, dense and intense.
"Um?"
Everyone present is a master. They know very well what this sound represents.
Sure enough, the smoke dissipated and the old man was unharmed, except that the clothes on his back were torn and broken.
"Do you want to scratch your itch?" The old man turned his head, looked at Yang Zixu, and grinned: "Botian Dao's phantom body technique and phantom sword technique, boy, can you master the Immortality Seal Technique?"
"If you can, I will spare your life!"
Hearing these words, the hairs on Yang Zixu's body stood up, and an unprecedented sense of fear surged into his heart. Without hesitation, he suddenly activated the Phantom Demonic Body Technique, causing ripples all over his body, and quickly retreated.
He is fast, the old man is faster than him!
"boom!"
The simplest and most unremarkable punch, like a cannonball, suddenly caught up with Yang Zixu and hit Yang Zixu hard in the stomach.
Then, Yang Zixu was like a broken ball, flew out and hit the counter hard.
The desk instantly fell into pieces, and Yang Zixu fell to the ground, creating a deep crater.
So fast!
Iga Musashi was slightly startled, moved slightly, quietly hid in the darkness, and disappeared invisible.
Ninjas are the same as assassins. They can only display 70% to 80% of their strength in a head-on confrontation. Only through secret attacks and assassinations can they unleash their full strength.
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
Tubo's Imperial Preceptor Mozhi clasped his hands together and sighed, and invisible sound waves, like strong winds and huge waves, rushed towards the old man.
"Tantric Sound Wave Technique?"
"interesting!"
The old man's body sank, like an old tree with its roots firmly planted on the ground, motionless.
The strong wind swept across, shaking the various furnishings in the tent, and rustling the old man's clothes.
A strong wind swept through and blew the entire tent away.
The figures of the crowd appeared outside the empty military camp. The soldiers and horses heard the movement and kept gathering over. The sound of horse hooves, shouts, and the sound of weapons hitting the ground mixed together, making it particularly noisy.
The old man was alone, facing six masters, without fear, and laughed loudly: "Come!"
"happy!"
The old man stretched out his hand, pointed at the six masters, and said coldly: "Kill one by one!!"
The next moment, the old man suddenly stamped his feet and flew away like a cannonball, charging towards the nearest Tatar master.
"Well done!"
Baturu, the leader of the Sirius Cult of Tatar, opened his hands, and the muscles on his body became knotted and swollen instantly. The shadows of a dragon and an elephant emerged from his two arms, and his momentum instantly increased tenfold, as if he was walking.
A giant in the human world, strong enough to withstand a tripod, and gifted with divine power.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu!!"
Batulu punched with both hands and smashed the face of the old man who was charging towards him.
If these two punches hit, even a building made of steel would probably collapse and turn into a discus.
"happy!!"
The old man did not dodge or evade, but punched head on and fought back.
"boom!"
The punches of the two collided with each other, and a violent wave of air erupted, which vibrated outward from the dot in the center.
One person took five steps back and the other took seven steps back.
The five-stepper's hands were bloody and his face was a little pale.
The seven-stepper seemed uninjured, his face was rosy, and his eyes were full of excitement and obsession.
"happy!"
"Come on, keep going!!"
The seven-stepper was naturally none other than Gu Santong, who was disguised as the Fire Cloud Evil God.
With the blessing of his Vajra Indestructible Magic and the addition of Shaolin's unique martial arts such as "Yi Jin Jing" and "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", his limbs, skin, flesh, muscles and bones have long been refined to perfection, plus he is a master.
, his external cultivation has already reached its peak.
Gu Santong is a martial arts prodigy. He knows the Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique and the Dharma Absorption Technique. He has also absorbed the martial arts of the eight major sects and understood the true meaning of being undefeated. With these years of practice, he is no longer a new master.
ranks.
Grandmasters are also divided into strong and weak ones.
At this moment, Gu Santong, who possesses several super martial arts skills, is by no means a weakling.
"Boom boom boom..."
The fierce battle begins, and the fist-to-fist fight always makes people's blood boil.
However, if this battle can cause the surrounding environment to change accordingly, it would be a bit scary.
Both of them were humanoid tyrannosaurs. The air waves they unleashed with their full fists could tear the ground beneath their feet. The tents were flying, the flagpoles were broken, and countless soldiers and horses formed a circle. Looking at this scene, no one could
Don't dare to get close.
Just the fierce wind is enough to tear the flesh and blood of these ordinary soldiers, not to mention the terrifying mood surrounding the battle.
This kind of artistic space formed by the opposition of two masters can make any warrior who is not a master bleed from the seven orifices and be shocked to death.
The action of the two fighting against each other made several masters around them frown and did not intervene rashly.
Zhu Youtang was riding on the white horse. Watching this fight, he had a greater understanding of the horror of the Grandmaster.
"Bring over all the God-breaking crossbows and artillery!" Zhu Youtang ordered in a cold voice.