The arrival of the Qingcheng Sect gave the heroes of the Righteous Path a chance to breathe, and gave everyone hope of victory. However, the key to this battle still lies with Shang Yangzi.
At this moment, the eleven-man Fanbang Buddhist formation trapped Shang Yangzi. Among them, the great monk with strange martial arts skills was still fighting against Shang Yangzi, maintaining a strong posture.
But what is strange is that in the formation, not only was the trapped Shang Yangzi's face as dark as water, but also Fan Monk, who had completed his set goal, was also frowning.
"Amitabha."
The monk and Shang Yangzi exchanged palms. The two competed with each other in terms of internal strength and reached a stalemate. He took advantage of this opportunity and said to the other party: "The poor monk has no choice but to be entrusted by others. Please ask the Taoist priest to do more."
Forgiveness is.”
These words seemed to be filled with pride, but the bitterness on the monk's face did not seem to be fake. For a moment, people could not guess what the other party meant.
Shang Yangzi, on the other hand, had a stern face, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry. He said, "Master helped Zhou to commit evil and harmed the lives of my Taoist disciples. Isn't it too late to beg for mercy now?"
The monk lowered his eyebrows and said with a different meaning: "This formation can trap tigers and leopards, but it is difficult to lock a blue dragon. Our sect's talents are withering. I beg the Taoist Master to show mercy. This misunderstanding will definitely be punished with a heavy gift in the future."
Shang Yangzi glanced at him and said calmly: "Master thinks so highly of Pindao, which makes Pindao feel flattered."
In response to this, Monk Fan smiled bitterly and said: "Master Taoist, why do you need to apologize? Half of your martial arts are based on swordsmanship, but now you are competing with the old monk in your internal strength. This is not the case."
This monk may be blind, but he is not blind. Shang Yangzi is famous all over the world for his powerful swordsmanship, but now he is competing with him for his internal strength. Isn't this a joke?
There was just one thing that Monk Fan was doubting in his heart, and that was when the Thousand-faced Dharma King slaughtered the Wudang disciples just now, the great elder had an angry look on his face, but he never showed his strength to fight.
At this moment, as if he had guessed what Fan Seng was thinking, Shang Yangzi glanced at the Xuantian believers who appeared behind him, and finally sighed quietly.
"It seems that what I expected was right. Old ghost Xuantian, something went wrong."
He sighed, then reversed his palm force and shook Fan Seng away. He also stepped back. The two were not far apart, and Fan Seng was immediately shocked.
Only Shang Yangzi's left hand could be seen converting the palm technique into finger tactics, and the Heavenly Fierce Sword in his right hand was slowly raised, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared, like a cold winter wind, making the monk tremble all over.
"The Bodhisattva of Great Compassion and Infinite Compassion."
Turning over and clasping his hands together, the purple-gold light wheel around him began to rotate rapidly, the light bloomed like a rising purple sun, and the waves were like waves hitting the shore, rolling towards Shangyangzi.
Shang Yangzi stood as tall as a mountain, standing proudly motionless, with the Heavenly Fierce Sword in his hand raised to shoulder level. When he turned it over, the surrounding light suddenly disappeared, and the purple gold light seemed like a rag that had lost its glow, becoming dim and ugly.
The monks were horrified. The monk who was facing Yangzi couldn't help but widen his eyes. Suddenly - in the gray formation, a rolling red light gradually bloomed.
It was as if fire was flying in the sky. Shang Yangzi moved forward and slashed down the long sword in his hand. The light and shadow of the sword slowly fell like maple leaves, and in an instant it turned into a sea of fire.
In the shocked eyes of everyone, the sword energy flew out in all directions like burning arrows, easily shattering the colorless light curtain. Then one after another, the monks rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.
rise.
Shangyangzi placed the fierce sword in front of his chest, and stabbed upward slightly. The red light that flew out suddenly stopped, and then poured into the sword body like it was returning home. Suddenly, the sky was filled with red light, and murderous intent was everywhere.
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Both the good and the evil in the chaotic battle were stunned by this scene. The Thousand-faced Dharma King gritted his teeth and cursed a madman, and then ran away thousands of miles away without looking back.
"Escape!" I don't know which of the Xuantian Cult protectors shouted this, and the Xuantian Cult members who were surrounded by the fighting immediately pulled away at a speed that made people laugh or cry.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, a fierce murderous aura enveloped Shang Yangzi. Even fellow Wudang disciples felt very uncomfortable at this moment.
The majestic power emanating from Shang Yangzi's body is visible to the naked eye. The majestic and upright pillar of the sky, the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, is actually a hundred times stronger than that of the evil villain who kills without calculation.
When Fan Monk saw this scene, his eyes were dull. He murmured Fan Bang words that others could not understand. At this moment, Shangyangzi was like a ferocious beast with its fangs fully displayed. Just standing here facing this power was enough.
It almost drained all his strength.
"That's all."
Shang Yangzi sighed to himself, and as soon as the evil sword fell in the distance, the murderous red light appeared from his feet, and in a moment, a strange Tai Chi scene appeared.
The black and white Tai Chi diagram was infected by the red light, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a mixture of demonic white and blood red. The spiraling Tai Chi diagram made an extremely unstable and terrifying shattering sound.
As the fierce sword fell that day, the Tai Chi diagram shattered into sword flowers all over the sky with a click, like a piece of swirling red snow. The monk was stunned in it, and in the blink of an eye, his voice was cut off.
The aftermath of the sword energy continued to spread backwards, and the Xuantian cultists who had no time to escape or even scream were swallowed up by the red snow and turned into corpses that could no longer speak.
The power of the sword wiped out the Xuantian Sect's momentum. After the red snow passed, the corpse at the end actually spurted out streams of blood mist again, making the green forest look like the shadow of the maple in late autumn, as beautiful as it was poignant.
Shang Yangzi sheathed his sword. With this sword, he killed all those who deserved to be killed and all those who were not killed ran away. He turned around and passed among the knights. Only at this moment did anyone come back to his senses and look in front of him.
The hell-like picture made me swallow my saliva.
What's more, people like Yuan Muhan and others looked at Shang Yangzi and wondered if the Taoist master had also practiced some demonic martial arts. But at a glance, the other person's eyes were so clear that even the bloody purgatory in front of him was not clear.
Can't be hacked at all.
"Uncle Master."
Song Yangui and Si Luochao came forward to greet them, both of them with a look of shame on their faces. Although these Wudang disciples were not massacred due to the timely rescue of the Qingcheng faction, many of them were still seriously injured.
"Take Qingping with you and go back." After giving the instructions calmly, Kamiyano took the lead and left.
After the battle just now, the Xuantian Sect had no time to care about the peace, so the Wudang Sect had achieved its goal this time.
Si Luochao and Song Yangui did not hesitate. One of them greeted the knights and thanked them, while the other quickly organized his team and left.
They all knew in their hearts that Shang Yangzi's situation was not as good as it appeared, because the sword the opponent just struck was not the Shenxiao Sword Technique that he majored in, but an extremely unpopular sword technique in the Wudang Sect——
Tai Chi Qing Ling Sword.
This sword technique is very complex and its power is quite limited, so most Wudang disciples stay away from it.
Only they, as the Seventh Son of Wudang, can know some inside information, such as the unique strength of this sword technique, or that their master Qi Yunzi and their uncle Shang Yangzi have warned them that this sword technique cannot be used.
Use it continuously, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Although the two of them didn't know how terrifying this sword technique was, after seeing Shang Yangzi perform it once with their own eyes, they no longer had any doubts in their minds.