"It's shameless to bully the few with more." The old Taoist priest Ziyin snorted, his eyes full of contempt for the Twelve Divine Palaces.
He had been hiding in the carriage and thought he was about to be discovered, but unexpectedly, Xie Changyuan suddenly came out and lured Luo Lie away, giving him a chance to escape.
He hid in the dark and watched Xie Changyuan fight one against two, and he couldn't help but be amazed in his heart.
"I didn't expect that an ordinary person could deal with two pure martial arts masters for so long. It's really rare." He nodded secretly.
Seeing Xie Changyuan retreating while fighting, declining in the face of the siege from the two Martial God realms, Master Ziyin slightly frowned with his white eyebrows, and immediately counted with his fingers.
His thumb moved back and forth on the nine palaces of his three fingers. Master Ziyin muttered something in his mouth. He looked back to the left and then to the back, as if he was confirming something.
"The variables are fifty miles outside the door." He stopped immediately.
Immediately, he glanced at the direction in which Xie Changyuan was escaping, and confirmed that the latter still had the energy to persevere, so he galloped towards the direction he had just calculated, using his supreme lightness skills to hide his aura along the way, like a wisp of smoke, leaving no trace.
Fifty miles away, Ziyin's figure quietly appeared. This place happened to be the same place with mountains and rivers, and there was a rather magnificent waterfall.
The sound of rumbling water spread, and the water curtain fell straight down, splashing thick water mist, which was quite moist.
Purple light burst out from the eyes of Master Ziyin, and he stared directly at the bottom of the waterfall. There was a cave behind the water curtain. There was a faint golden light flashing inside the cave, and there was an aura of sleep, which was comparable to him in his prime state.
"That's it." An inexplicable smile appeared on Ziyin's old face.
He didn't stay long, turned around and rushed in the direction he came from, using his superb lightness skills to gallop nearly a hundred miles before catching up with Xie Changyuan and the others.
There, Xie Changyuan fought with Qin Wu from time to time. Once they collided, sparks flew everywhere. Xie Changyuan parried a double-machine shot with his bare hands, which was obviously very difficult.
Master Ziyin only left for a while, but Xie Changyuan was already seriously injured. He was vomiting blood in his mouth and was in a very embarrassed state.
"boom!"
The sound of collision, the sound of giant trees collapsing, and the sound of cracking rocks came from far away. Master Ziyin was hiding in the dark, silently planning something in his heart. He then bit the tip of his tongue, and with the blessing of the blood on the tip of his tongue, he activated the remaining true energy to circulate.
fingertip.
"Bo!"
Master Ziyin's skinny fingers drew a circle in the air. The circle was first a faint purple circle, and then turned into a bottomless pit. Master Ziyin reached into it with one hand, and pulled out a huge handle with a swipe.
hilt.
.....
Two hundred miles away in Yuncheng, Ju Fenghao blacksmith shop.
A dozen shirtless men were sweating profusely next to a large iron stove. In a corner were three huge heavy swords, each weighing four hundred kilograms. They flickered in and out under the firelight, glistening with cold light.
Heavy swords have no edge, and they are not skillful and workmanlike. Every sword has no edge because they do not need to be sharp.
Without anyone paying attention, a purple circle suddenly appeared above the three heavy swords. The purple circle was like the deep and invisible bottom of a well. It appeared lifeless, but there were faint mysterious space fluctuations. It was just a mortal.
I can't understand the mystery of it.
Suddenly, a skinny hand poked out of the purple hole, grabbed one of the heavy swords and put it into it. The heavy sword and the purple hole disappeared in an instant.
Everyone only heard the sound of a brush, and couldn't help but look back. At this glance, everyone was confused. How come one of the three swords that had just been drawn was lost!?
The blacksmith shop fell into silence.
.....
"call!"
In the woods, Qin Wu rushed down from mid-air, the gold-plated copper mace in his hand whirring with the wind, mixed with the force of breaking the mountain, and hit Xie Changyuan's head.
"Pffffffffffff!"
Qin Wu crossed his arms and held his maces in his hands like a dragon. He struck four times in a row. Xie Changyuan raised his hand to block, but the long mace hit him so hard that he almost sat down.
Before he could stand still, Luo Lie came over with a silver gun and exchanged ten moves with Xie Changyuan. Finally, Xie Changyuan was kicked, and his figure flew out with the force of the kick, and continued to escape after landing.
I don't know how many times he has found an opportunity to run away. Xie Changyuan is exhausted and has dozens of injuries all over his body. If he hadn't been made of copper and iron, he would have been beaten into a pile of flesh!
"Where was your majesty just now? Why did you just run away now?" Luo Lie laughed wildly in excitement.
His handsome face was full of ferocity, and he chased Xie Changyuan closely, as if he was enjoying the thrill of hunting.
Neither he nor Qin Wu were in a hurry to kill Xie Changyuan. To be precise, they did not intend to kill him, but were slowly consuming Xie Changyuan.
Luo Lie and Qin Wu, neither Luo Lie nor Qin Wu can get an advantage when meeting Xie Changyuan alone, but there is no such thing as what if, now the two of them in the Martial God Realm join forces to consume Xie Changyuan while also preventing him from jumping over the wall. Over time, there is an endless stream of Martial God Realm enemies.
The physical strength can definitely be used up, but Xie Changyuan may not be able to.
Now it is difficult for Xie Changyuan to pump up his energy and blood. Most of the iron-red skin all over his body has faded and returned to its normal iron-blue color.
"Noisy!" Xie Changyuan gritted his teeth.
Xie Changyuan thought to himself that after so many years since his debut, this was the first time that he was in such a mess. He had never been so useless when he was galloping on the battlefield or fighting against the northern sects alone. It was a pity that there was no one who could take advantage of him, otherwise he could at least be beaten head-on.
He knew in his heart that these two people wanted to drain him of all his physical strength and then take him back to the Twelve Divine Palaces to receive the reward. Since they were not in a hurry, he had to calm down and find an opportunity to kill these two people.
In what way, he was still thinking.
Xie Changyuan ran in front, and Qin and Wu chased behind him. Xie Changyuan didn't run very fast. He could easily keep up with his cultivation level at the Martial God Realm. After fighting for so long, Xie Changyuan no longer wanted to fight, but these two Martial God Realm masters still had the courage to fight.
Walking away in the air with the remaining energy is the benefit of a high level.
As if he felt that it was almost done, Luo Lie gave Qin Wu a wink, and immediately took the rolling silver gun in hand, stepped on the ground with his left foot and rushed out, his figure like a sharp arrow heading towards Xie Changyuan's back.
Luo Lie raised his silver spear high, ready to use his spear-splitting skill again. The silver spear was eight feet long. Luo Lie grabbed the end with both hands. The length plus the force, this spear could be used to chop an iron block.
In half!
Xie Changyuan's hair stood up for a moment. His strong intuition told him that danger was coming. Just as he was about to avoid it, his pupils shrank and he saw a black shadow flying quickly in front of him. The shape was very familiar!
"Catch the sword!"
A voice exploded in Xie Changyuan's mind. His right hand quickly reached out and grabbed the hilt of the giant sword in an instant.
The moment he took the heavy sword into his hands, Xie Changyuan's face showed ecstasy, and he clasped the hilt of the sword deeply with his fingers, feeling a sense of heroism in his heart!
Xie Changyuan let out a clear roar, which echoed around like the roar of a tiger descending from the mountain.
Seeing the flash of lightning, he suddenly turned around. The nine-foot heavy sword in his hand rubbed the air and made a low buzzing sound. He whipped it out at an extremely fast speed and collided with the rolling silver spear coming from behind.
A deafening sound of the collision of gold and iron resounded through the mountain forest, and a figure flew out of the smoke and dust, directly crashing into the mountain to an unknown depth.
Xie Changyuan stood there, his gaze like a torch, the giant sword in his hand flashing cold light, like a god of war standing here, the god came to kill the god, and the Buddha came to kill the Buddha!