Three hundred and twentieth chapters of the original ghost sect
Ge Tianqing never expected that Ziqin did not attack as soon as he came up, but instead used words to persuade him and the other soldiers.
You must know that both the Tuyuan Kingdom and the Wolong Empire were concerned about the collusion between the nobles and the army, because in history, all rebellions and other things started from the collusion between the nobles and the army.
In the front yard, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Ge Tianqing's expression began to become uncertain. A feeling of regret rolled in Ge Tianqing's heart. If he had known that Ziqin would use words to suppress him, he would have ordered the army to attack directly from the beginning.
Ziqin will not be given a chance to speak.
However, at this point, it is useless no matter how much Ge Tianqing regrets.
His eyes turned, and he was thinking rapidly about how to deal with the matter in front of him.
However, Ziqin no longer wanted to give this nobleman any more time.
After shouting, Ziqin's figure suddenly disappeared from the place and then appeared next to Ge Tianqing.
Ziqin can now perform short-distance space cutting and movement extremely smoothly.
Powerful oppression suddenly appeared next to Ge Tianqing. The momentum seemed to have the thoughts of a superior person, and it seemed to have been handed down from endless ancient times. It was the pinnacle and noblest place of human beings.
Ge Tianqing's eyes suddenly changed color, and he turned to look at Ziqin next to him in disbelief.
At this time, Ziqin's expression was still dull, but this dullness had taken on an indescribable momentum. It seemed like a superior god was looking at the dullness of the common people, and it seemed that the many people in front of him were trying to stop him.
I don't have the qualifications to take another look.
Momentum, oppression, and power, the three constantly overlap, cycle, and overlap again, forming a powerful and healthy development in a moment.
Ge Tianqing's eyes finally showed the horror of seeing a ghost.
"The art of the mighty dragon and elephant."
Ge Tianqing screamed in surprise. Ge Tianqing, who has been practicing the art of the mighty dragon and elephant since childhood, has already practiced it to the point where he can't change his color even if Mount Tai jumps in front of him. But at this time, his expression looks like that of a girl who has been raped.
This shows how horrified he was in his heart.
"Correct answer."
An indifferent smile appeared on Ziqin's face, and he suddenly punched out.
The violent force compressed the air and made a series of explosion sounds. Ge Tianqing kept the shock on his face as he was blown to pieces. Not even a piece of flesh was left behind.
Ziqin's eyes were still calm. He didn't even look at where Ge Tianqing was standing. After punching out, his eyes were already scanning towards the soldiers in the front yard.
The powerful pressure spread, and the heads of the soldiers lowered their heads.
"If you are not afraid of strong enemies, you will only die."
Suddenly, a military general roared loudly. Only then did many soldiers wake up from Ziqin's pressure.
The sound of swords being unsheathed sounded. A trace of energy that seemed thin but was actually extremely tough spread along the soldiers and gradually formed a whole in the front yard. The strength of this small army of hundreds of people was miraculous.
At this moment, it condensed into a whole.
Ziqin's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a rare heaviness since he had mastered martial arts.
It's not because the power of the hundreds of people in front of me is condensed into a whole. These hundreds of people are just local troops, far from being as elite as the Deng Wang brothers. Even if the power of hundreds of people is condensed into one, it is impossible to threaten Ziqin.
What really made Ziqin feel his heart sink was that since the local army could do such a thing of cohesion, how could the border army not be able to do it?
Moreover, the frontier army is only afraid that it will do better.
Soon after, Ziqin also planned to go to the north to rescue Zhuge Lannuo. Although his own army of 130,000 seemed to be difficult to defeat, Ziqin did not care about it.
However, if the power of the 130,000 troops solidified into one as before him, Ziqin could almost be sure that no one in the world could attack the military camp. Not to mention that he was just a newcomer to the field, and those who had already been able to fly into the sky and escape from the earth
, even the immortal figures of Shattered Void are far outmatched.
Suddenly, Ziqin understood why the sects in this world of high martial arts were so low-key.
There are thousands of sects in this world, but which sect can recruit tens of thousands of disciples to form an army? There are definitely only a few of them.
However, the two empires can easily recruit millions of people to form an array, and the power of millions of masters can be consolidated into one. I wonder which sect in the world can withstand this.
Of course not, so those sects simply live in seclusion. Anyway, they are not as good as the whole, but individually they are far superior to the empire. Although the empire can destroy sects, if the sect masters lose the restraint of the sect, they can also kill the empire's top officials at will.
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So, a strange balance emerges.
A wry smile flashed through Ziqin's heart, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have broken a balance that should not have been broken.
Individual masters and the imperial team are two extremes that should be afraid of each other. The world's rivers and lakes and the empire have been observing for who knows how long, never letting the two meet, but today Ziqin abruptly broke this
Taboo.
"If you want to fight me, you are worthy of fighting me."
There was a slight bitter smile in his heart, but then it turned into boundless arrogance and nobility. These hundreds of people were nothing, they were just local troops. Why would such an army fight against him?
He possesses the famous world system, and now he can use the martial arts of this world arbitrarily, and he is already a martial arts genius. He can master the martial arts of this world with just one glance. How many people in this world are worthy of him?
opponent.
It's the border army. Even if they form a formation, how can they do anything to him? You must know that no matter how powerful the formation is, it needs to be able to catch the enemy and trap the enemy. He has the power of space. How many people in this world can catch him?
He can trap him.
Arrogant and noble, Ziqin's heart became more and more confident, and the two auras became stronger and stronger. Strictly speaking, Ziqin did have unparalleled advantages in the martial arts. Advantages that did not belong to this world were also Ziqin's.
Qin is enough to be proud of the advantages in this world. Ziqin is born to be a noble person in martial arts. The emperor may not be born from God, but Ziqin's martial arts advantages do come from God.
The momentum finally reached its peak. Ziqin suddenly took a step forward. The space in front of him shook slightly, and the bodies of the soldiers in formation suddenly trembled.
Dozens of soldiers in the front row had blood stains on their eyes, ears and noses.
"Life is so fragile, but mortals never cherish it. How can a mortal like me stop my path?"
There was an expression of compassion on Ziqin's face, but the aura on his body was even higher. If you have to compare it, Ziqin at this moment seemed to be no longer a mortal. Even Nangong Wuwei, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but look at him.
Give birth to respect and admiration.
And with these words, Ziqin took another step forward, and the violent airflow suddenly broke through the formation of the soldiers, and hundreds of soldiers were immediately thrown away like withered grass in the wind.
The figure staggered slightly, Ziqin took a few steps forward, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.
There was a thoughtful look in his eyes. What caused this effect just now was definitely not any martial arts that Ziqin had practiced in the past, nor Ziqin's own strength, but the mighty dragon-elephant technique.
The more aristocratic the aura, the more powerful it is, up to the power of Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants.
Fang Cai Ziqin first adjusted his momentum to the best, and then hypnotized himself to imagine that he was the proud son of heaven in this world, a nobleman who surpassed all others in this world, and a nobleman who was born with destiny.
At that time, Ziqin could already feel the power that was so powerful that he could hardly control it being continuously generated in his body, but Ziqin still did not give up.
At the last moment, Ziqin directly imagined that he was the only destined true god in the world and the most peak martial arts god in the future.
With the system and various advantages, it was easy for Ziqin to believe that he could indeed reach that point.
However, this imagination caused a huge problem. As Ziqin became convinced of this matter, the aristocratic aura in him exceeded the limit of a mortal.
The last step was not what Ziqin wanted to take, but was involuntarily stimulated by the too strong energy. It was also the energy released from that step that caused those soldiers to be knocked away.
Ziqin actually didn't take this powerful dragon-elephant technique seriously, and these two experiments were just random. However, the results shocked Ziqin greatly.
If the power of this thing is pushed to the extreme, I'm afraid it will never be lower than Fifteen Swords.
If the ultimate of the fifteen swords is the rule of death, then the ultimate of this mighty dragon and elephant technique is probably the rule of power.
In the deserted suburbs outside the city, Ziqin suddenly stopped. Nangong Wuwei was slightly startled and stopped immediately. He wanted to ask something, but Ziqin had already quickly sat down cross-legged.
Light stains of blood flowed from Ziqin's seven orifices. The power of God, even the power of God imagined, was not something Ziqin could bear now. The mighty dragon-elephant technique was pushed to its extreme at the last moment, causing terror.
The power not only defeated the small army with one blow, but also caused Ziqin to be slightly injured.
After adjusting his breath for a while, Zi Qinfang suppressed the boiling inner breath in his body, and then opened the system again. The two numbers he still didn't understand finally changed.
The original number of 1/30 finally moved forward and became 2/30. However, this change made Ziqin even more confused about its meaning.
Maybe every time you learn one more martial arts in the main world, a number will increase. However, why the Qingfeng Sword Technique that you learned before is not a number, and why do these two numbers appear? When you learn thirty martial arts, it will
What happens when there is consistency?
Suddenly, Ziqin felt that he did not understand the system more and more.
Shaking his head slightly and putting the matter aside for the time being, Zi Qin was about to get up and leave with Nangong Wuwei. Suddenly, he sensed a strange and vague aura appearing on his left side. (To be continued...)
