Chapter 239: The true meaning of Zhao Taizu's martial arts comes to the body
"Nawu, Sanmanduozheluo."
Dharma King Danzeng was polite.
But he didn't leave any room when he started. He raised his hand and used the seal of Tantric Buddhism, the seal of the Great Mighty Deming King.
"The mighty heavenly dragon, the world-honored Ksitigarbha."
King Shanzeng was about to attack Zhang Heng.
Fa Hai took the first step and opened his robe, revealing the dragon tattoo on his body, and stood in front of Zhang Heng: "Fa Hai, you and I belong to the Zen Sect of the Middle Earth and the Tantric Sect of the Snow Mountain respectively. The young monk has long wanted to learn your clever tricks. Today I still
I hope you will be able to teach me."
I saw Fa Hai coming up to block me.
Dharma King Shanzeng was dressed in lama robes with an expressionless face: "It is an honor to compete with the masters of Zen Buddhism in China."
boom!!
The two of them were like phantoms, and quickly flew away in the fight.
"Xu Zhenren."
Xu Jing, the real person on the side, saw him and was about to step forward when he was stopped by Bai Suzhen.
"Not long ago, I was injured at the hands of the crane that protects you in Kunlun Mountain. This defeat was not a crime of war, but actually a result of the interdependence of all things. Today, I have to see the master, and Bai Suzhen would like to ask you for advice."
Bai Suzhen fluttered in white clothes and smiled: "Real people are not stingy, right?"
"Can..."
Xu Jing glanced at Bai Suzhen.
Seeing her demonic aura rising to the sky, he knew that she was a monster. He thought to himself: 'I have the Kunlun sect's magical method. In the same realm, ordinary demons and evil spirits are no match for me. I guess it won't take much time to capture her.'
"Real person, please."
Bai Suzhen's graceful figure flew towards the lake not far away.
She has already seen it. The lake occupies a large area and the water vapor rises, which is perfect for performing the cloud and water technique.
"Zhang Heng."
The two heads of the Confucius and Mencius families stepped forward together.
"I come."
Before Zhang Heng could speak, Xu Hongru stood up and said: "These fake Confucian scholars are really villains. They are all obsessed with glory and wealth, and are full of cocks and dogs. It is just right to use my illusion to deal with them."
Zhang Heng said: "The Confucius and Mencius family has extraordinary heritage, so don't be careless."
Xu Hongru nodded: "Even if I can't defeat them, I can still contain them, so don't worry and leave them to me."
This time.
There is no one else around Zhang Heng.
On the opposite side, there were Zhuge Wolong, Zhenxihou Yang Xiong, Zong Zheng of Zongrenfu, Granny Wudu, and six unknown casual cultivators.
"Tao Tao Tao..."
"The way of heaven and humans, the way of ghosts and demons, the black way, the white way, the red way, the purple way, the blue way, the green way, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, heretic, I seek my own way!"
Along with the loud singing, someone came with a sword from nine days away.
This man had a beard and his clothes were in tatters. If he hadn't been riding a sword, he would have thought he was a beggar from somewhere.
"All things are born to man, and man has nothing to repay to heaven. Therefore, humans, ghosts, gods, and demons are all slain, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill..."
The Xiahou swordsman in black, with one arm and a sword on his back, followed Yan Chixia.
"Yan Chixia!"
Seeing the visitor, Zong Zheng of the Zongren Mansion couldn't sit still: "Didn't you go to the overseas mountains to look for longevity pills for His Majesty?"
"Pooh…"
Although the other party was Zong Zheng of the Zongren Mansion, Yan Chixia was not polite at all: "A fool knows that if there was a life-extending pill in this world, it would have been eaten by others. Let me look for it. Where can I find it? Just deal with it."
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After saying that, Yan Chixia came to Zhang Heng and muttered: "Boy Zhang, your situation is getting bigger and bigger. Why, do you want to hit ten of them?"
Xiahou Swordsman also said: "Yan Chixia and I went overseas together. Unexpectedly, as soon as we returned to China, I heard that you were guarding the secret realm alone. You rushed here without even taking a breath. Fortunately, you were not late.
Otherwise, I will be sorry for my friends."
Zhang Heng clasped his fists and said, "I am a member of my own family and I will never thank you for your kindness."
After saying that, he looked at Yan Chixia, who was fluttering in the wind and looking tired: "Master Yan, it will be good if Xiahou comes. This muddy water is really not suitable for you to come."
Yan Chixia is a member of the royal family and is known as Qiankun Banbi.
Help him, the Zhao Dynasty can't explain it.
So when Zhang Heng thought about it, if he stayed hidden, it would be worthy of their friendship.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to help you?"
Yan Chixia looked at Granny Wudu who was standing among the casual cultivators: "Granny Wudu, you established the Wudu Sect in the Western Wilderness, took the people of the wilderness as slaves, and harmed countless people. Your matter has been exposed. Today, I, Yan Chi
Xia wants to do justice for heaven."
"ah!"
Wu Du Po was also stunned for a moment.
Now is an important time to capture the Thunder Fire Fruit. At this time, instead of grabbing the Thunder Fire Fruit, we capture her. Is this wrong?
Furthermore, are desert people considered people?
The Dasong Dynasty did not admit it, but regarded them as tribal savages. They also said that they would capture the deserters as slaves, but no one captured more than the Zhenxi Army.
The Zhenxi Army built bridges and roads, mined ores, and captured tens of thousands of deserters at one time, and could capture deserter tribes with a radius of hundreds of miles.
Wu Du Po has been in the Western Wilderness for so many years, but she has never seen any deserter return after being captured.
To say that people's lives are taken lightly is at a lower level than that of the Zhenxi Army.
"Ah what, let's submit to the law."
Yan Chixia didn't move her hands or speak, she just picked up the sword and cut.
Wu Du Po is not alone, there are two close friends in the casual cultivator group.
Immediately, the three of them joined forces to fight Yan Chixia, and they were far away in the blink of an eye.
"This Yan Chixia!"
Zong Renfu Zong Zheng was itching his teeth.
But there was nothing he could do about Yan Chixia. After all, he was the Sword God who protected the country. He could even disobey the emperor's words, let alone him.
"Seven against two, the advantage is still on our side."
Zhuge Wolong glanced over, still full of confidence.
Unexpectedly, seeing people coming to help Zhang Heng every now and then, two of the remaining four casual cultivators murmured in their hearts.
To know.
Zhang Heng is one of the most powerful people in the world, they are just here to take advantage of him.
At the moment, Zhang Heng's side is quite powerful. As a non-rooted cultivator, he can't help but think in his mind: "We are all casual cultivators and there is no sect to rely on. Even if we grab the Thunder Fire Fruit, these royal families and aristocratic families will not be able to survive."
People won’t share it with us, so why should we take the lead?”
Another person heard this and thought it made sense: "We are all loners, so what if we rob the treasure? If a man named Zhang comes back later, who among us will be his opponent?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
The casual cultivator who spoke made up his mind and confessed to Zhang Heng: "Master Zhang, I, the YB Gun King, am just here to join in the fun. I don't want to steal your treasure. If there is any problem, you can solve it yourself. I won't join in the fun."
Another person also said: "We meet in mountains and rivers. Let's meet again next time. Farewell. Farewell."
After saying that, two of the four casual cultivators left.
For a moment, the number of people on the field was 2:5. Although Zhang Heng's side was still the smaller one, it was not as exaggerated as the 1:10 at the beginning.
"My name is Xiahou Swordsman."
"With Zhang Heng's guidance, I embarked on the road to seek immortality and visit the Tao."
"Now that the magic sword technique has just begun, let me use this magic sword to introduce myself to everyone."
The Xiahou Swordsman pulled out his magic sword and pointed it at the two remaining monks: "After today, the news that I, the Xiahou Swordsman, killed one of the Hedao Realm monks with one against two will surely spread widely."
"It's so funny. Who doesn't know how to exaggerate?"
"Even if you want to kill us, have you killed us?"
The remaining two casual cultivators were jumping up and down, one to the left and the other to the right. As their movements flashed, they quickly drifted away: "If you want to kill us, just follow us."
"Where to go."
Xiahou Swordsman doesn't talk nonsense either.
Like surfing, he threw the magic sword in his hand into the sky, jumped up, stood on the magic sword and chased after the two of them.
"Three against one."
Seeing that everyone has their own opponents, Yang Xiong, the Marquis of Zhenxi, did not panic and said in a deep voice: "There are three of us, and the advantage is still on our side."
Zhuge Wolong heard this, glanced at Zhao Zongzheng beside him, and said: "Zhao Zongzheng, you and Zhenxihou stop him, and I will capture Yang Pan first."
Yang Pan has been eating melon.
I was still thinking just now that Zhang Heng actually has so many expert friends. If these people all support him, he will not have to worry about not having the power to reform.
Whoever thought it was, just when he was happily imagining, he heard the news that Zhuge Wolong was going to attack him.
At this time, Yang Pan couldn't eat any more of the melon, and hurriedly hid behind Zhang Heng: "Master, it all depends on you."
Zhang Heng glanced at Yang Pan.
He didn't say anything and threw something backhand.
When this object is thrown, it is only the size of a palm.
As soon as he took off his hand, the wind rose up, and when it fell to the ground, it had turned into a palace, with three words written on it: Ruyi Palace.
"go in."
Zhang Heng lifted Yang Pan and threw him directly in.
Zhuge Wolong didn't give up when he saw this, so he raised his hand and threw an inkstone at Ruyi Palace.
As a result, the Ruyi Palace was not damaged at all during the collision, but a piece of the Rubao Inkstone was broken. Zhuge Wolong's expression changed greatly in shock: "So hard?"
"There are harder ones."
Zhang Heng drew out his sword and struck Zhuge Wolong head-on with his sword: "Within a radius of a hundred miles, mountains, rivers and vegetation gather my sword power to kill my powerful enemy."
This sword carries the brand of sword intention within a hundred miles radius.
With one strike of the sword, the sword's light shines hundreds of feet, enough to cut mountains and cut rivers.
"Wuhou Formation Diagram!"
Zhuge Wolong hurriedly sacrificed the Zhuge family's most precious treasure, the Wuhou Bagua array.
It's a pity that although Zhuge Wolong's name is Wolong, he is not Zhuge Wuhou himself. In addition, the time for the sacrifice is still short, so it is difficult for the treasure to be fully used in his hands.
It was only a single blow, and it was blocked, but Zhuge Wolong was still shocked to the point of vomiting blood. The difference was very obvious.
"how come?"
Not only Zhuge Wolong, but also Yang Xiong on the side was shocked.
Zhuge Wolong's cultivation level is not weak, he is on par with him, and even better if you include the Supreme Treasure Wuhou Formation.
A few months ago, Yang Xiong played against Zhang Heng.
Although he was defeated, he was not without a fight. Why did he become so powerful after not seeing him for several months? Zhuge Wolong, who was almost the same as him, was severely injured by a single blow even though he used the Wuhou Formation to protect himself.
"how come?"
"Why not?"
Seeing Yang Xiong's reaction, Zhang Heng laughed and said: "We should treat each other with admiration after seeing each other for three days. Heng is no longer the same as he was back then."
For Yang Xiong, they haven't seen each other for only four months.
But for Zhang Heng, one day in the world is thirty days in the dream.
Four months, ten years have passed in the dream.
You must know that in the past, Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, only took seven years from pavilion chief to emperor.
Ten years are enough for the graceful goddess to become an old aunt.
"Master Zhang, let me ask you a question."
no doubt.
If Yan Chixia is the face of the Dasong Dynasty, then Zongzheng of the Zongren Mansion is the face of the Zhao royal family.
As the number one master of the Zhao family on the surface, Zhao Zongzheng is also the most powerful person with a reputation all over the world. It is precisely because of his existence that the Dasong Dynasty did not fall immediately in the precarious situation, giving Fu Tianchou and others the opportunity to cooperate.
Opportunities to connect.
"please."
Zhang Heng had no fear.
Zhao Zongzheng took a deep breath and bowed three times in the direction of Kaifeng.
Before Zhang Heng understood what he was going to do, he saw a golden dragon flying over, circling in a circle above Zhao Zongzheng's head, and turned into a coiled dragon stick and fell into his hand.
"Immortal weapon!"
The first time he saw the Panlong Staff, Zhang Heng felt a surge of martial arts will.
In an instant, he understood that this was the personal weapon that Zhao Taizu dropped from the clouds when he ascended to the sky to suppress the fate of the country.
"interesting."
Zhao Zongzheng, who was holding the dragon-coiling stick, was gaining increasing power.
Within a few breaths, Zhang Heng was given a strong threat.
Zhang Heng used Dharma eyes to see.
Vaguely, he saw a middle-aged man whose face was unclear and wearing a yellow dragon robe standing behind Zhao Zongzheng.
Needless to say, this was Zhao Taizu before his ascension, who instilled the true meaning of his martial arts into the Panlong Staff, and invited Zhao Zongzheng, his direct bloodline, to himself in the form of divine descent.
Rather, the person standing in front of him at this time was Zhao Zongzheng.
Rather, standing in front of him was Zhao Taizu before his ascension.
"Interesting, really interesting."
"Everyone says that you have martial arts skills and are capable of defeating real immortals before you become an immortal."
"Come to think of it, the remaining true meaning of martial arts does not represent your peak level. It only has eight successes at most."
"But it's enough. Just let me see how big the gap is between me and you before you ascended."
Zhang Heng became eager to hunt.
The sword turned into nine thousand, and the river of swordsmanship was used to attack Zhao Taizu's true martial arts spirit.
"Hit Kyushu with a stick!"
The true meaning of martial arts from Zhao Taizu came to his body. He instantly raised his stick and pointed it at the Nine Thousand Flying Swords.
moment.
Under Zhang Heng's eyes, this simple stick looked like the water droplet aircraft that crashed into the human fleet in the Three-Body Problem.
Along the way, the flying swords smashed them to pieces, like a dream, but this stick was real.
"The indestructible law!"
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
Zhang Heng tasted it carefully and found that the true meaning of Zhao Taizu's martial arts was indestructible.
Unless your Taoist realm is much stronger than his, then you are just offering an immortal weapon, but it will be smashed to pieces with one stick.
One can imagine.
How terrifying Zhao Taizu was in his heyday. It wasn't that the aristocratic families didn't oppose him, nor that the Buddhist and Taoist families supported him.
But he is too strong. He holds a dragon-coiling stick, which can kill gods if he blocks it, and kills Buddha if he blocks Buddha.
Even if a true immortal is in the lower realm, he will be knocked down, his immortal weapon will be broken, and he will bleed under this coiled dragon stick.
"This stick!"
Zhang Heng discovered Zhao Taizu's martial arts will and was very restrained towards him.
This kind of restraint is like Galen, the sword girl with low health in League of Legends.
In the King of Glory, Hua Mulan, who is still alive, chases Arthur.
Both of them reject all bells and whistles. Compared with Zhao Taizu's mediocre one, there is no doubt that Zhang Heng is the one with the bells and whistles now.
"Flying!"
Zhang Heng refused to resist and could only dodge.
But the next second, just as he flew into the air, a stick broke through the space behind him and touched his shoulder.
"Ignore space!"
Zhang Heng fell into the clouds, his eyes full of surprise.
Zhao Taizu actually possesses two laws. He is a melee martial saint, and he actually points out the ignore space. How can others play with it?
"It's okay. The two laws conflict. You can only choose one."
"When using the laws of space, indestructibility no longer exists. If the two are combined into one, this stick will definitely injure me."
Zhang Heng is wearing the Wuxiang Heavenly Clothes, and his defense power is not bad.
Immediately, after seeing the strength of the true meaning of martial arts, Zhang Heng also cheered up, became fully focused, and said with a smile: "I just broke the topic, the article is still to come, come again."