With one against eight, he was so awesome that he could resolve the battle within one minute.
But thinking about his peak state of the 18th level of martial arts, I quickly regained my composure.
I'm calm because I know Jiuyang's past, but the eight people from the Buddhist and Yun Sect don't know.
In their eyes, the pretentious Jiuyang was obviously talking too much.
So they laughed, the eight of them looked at each other, and said nothing.
"Twenty seconds have passed." Jiuyang lowered his hands, and the black clothes taken off from the spy covered the body originally controlled by me.
He stood there with a hint of disdain on his lips.
"Do it." The eight men in black roared after making eye contact, but before they moved, their shadows had already appeared.
Three people attacked Jiuyang's head, three people hit Jiuyang's abdomen, and the last two, in a blocking posture, seemed to restrain Jiuyang's feet.
The division of labor is clear and the cooperation is mysterious.
At the same time, the string of Buddhist treasures, the Vajra Body, fell on Jiuyang's head. Golden light bloomed, and colorful lotus flowers emerged, blooming.
"die."
A bloated Buddhist man in black appeared half a meter in front of Jiuyang. His fists were fierce and the air was rubbed with a harsh scream.
"Too slow." Jiuyang greeted him with a fist, neither avoiding nor retreating.
"Click."
A shattering sound came from the right arm of the man in black, and his swooping body trembled violently.
But then, the colorful lotus blooming in the sky fell on Jiuyang.
It is fluttering and falling, like flowers raining all over the sky, so beautiful.
"Sleepy." The man in black's breathing was ragged and blood sprayed out.
The blood-stained lotus withered strangely, turning into one hundred and eight dark beads that connected into a line. Looking around Jiuyang's arms pulled tightly, sinking deeper and deeper, as if they were being branded into the flesh.
"Hahahaha, do you think the eight of us will really fight you head-on?" The man in black shouted excitedly: "The attack is fake, but trapping you is the real thing."
"The fact that you were able to cut through the connection between the Qiankun Seal and that girl at the critical moment shows that your martial arts cultivation level is at least the twelfth level."
"The Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun can't do anything to the eight of us even if we lose the destiny of our sect and the thirteenth level of martial arts, but you have the courage to intervene. This indirectly means that you are stronger than the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun."
"On the land of China, except for those few old monsters who are hiding in the world and have the strength of a semi-fairyland, the leaders of the Six Meridians are only at the fourteenth level of martial arts."
"Of course, except for Su Xinglan, no one knows whether this lunatic is on the fifteenth or sixteenth level."
"But you are obviously not Su Xinglan. As an elder of Kunlun, Su Xinglan has no need to hide his head and tail in front of us. This is not his usual style."
"You pretend to be old and give people an unpredictable and mysterious look, but your delicate hands betray you."
The man in black talked eloquently: "The Six Meridians have an agreement. Those old monsters who pursue immortality also have an agreement with the Six Meridians, that is, they must never get involved in the Six Meridians. This has been true since a thousand years ago.
It has never changed.”
"You are not one of those old monsters, but you have such terrifying strength. Is it still difficult to guess your true identity?"
The man in black wiped the blood from his neck and said with bright eyes: "Yun Zong and Buddhism have joined forces. The two leaders will not break their promises and rob them in the middle."
"Ji Xuanqing is based in Kunlun. As the headmaster of a sect, he may come to rescue his disciples. In order not to break the six-line agreement of the headmaster not to join the world, it makes sense to wear a mask to hide his identity."
