In the eyes of the world, when it comes to military force, neither the Xiaoyao Sect nor the Qingcheng Sect is a match for the Xuantian Sect. Even now that they have lost a protective Dharma King, the Xuantian Sect is still hopelessly powerful.
But if you were to choose whether to offend the Qingcheng Sect, the Xiaoyao Sect or the Xuantian Sect, I'm afraid the vast majority would choose the latter.
Because no matter how powerful the latter is, the demonic path is not monolithic, and the vast Central Plains cannot allow the other party to act arbitrarily. In a word, no matter how strong the Xuantian Sect is, it can only fight alone.
But the Qingcheng Sect is different from the Xiaoyao Sect. Both are from the Taoist sect, and are inextricably linked to all the sects of the Zhengdao Jianghu. The intricate network makes it easy for them to influence the whole body.
Even the Jinyi Guards are very cautious when dealing with these sects with deep roots. They are afraid of accidentally poking the honeycomb and causing a violent outburst.
Therefore, there is no problem for Wen Chenyang to choose Thousand-faced Dharma King, a relatively soft persimmon. The internal problems of the righteous path are caused by constant cutting and chaos. Even if Tianquan conspires, he cannot really beat him with a stick.
Kill each other.
It involves an issue between the Shangguan family and the Qingcheng sect. No matter how wrong Tianquan is, only the Qingcheng sect can punish him. Unless the crime is extremely heinous and undeniable, Wen Chenyang killed his inner sect disciple. This is
It's just a slap in the face, forcing the two families to turn against each other.
The aggrieved Wen Chenyang could only take out his anger on Thousand Faced Dharma King first.
And the Thousand-faced Dharma King, who was suddenly fooled by someone, was also very depressed, especially when he saw Wen Chenyang, he was even more sarcastic: "It's you, the watchdog, who ruined my good deeds again!
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Wen Chenyang's martial arts was indeed very strong. In terms of brute strength, Gongsun Huan was no match for him, and there was no need for him to sacrifice the power he had cultivated for so long for such an outsider.
But compared to Gongsun Huan, who wanted to start a war of words, Wen Chenyang's attitude was much more direct. He knocked away all the black-clothed swordsmen in front of him with a stick, pointed at Thousand-faced Dharma King from a distance and mocked: "People of Xuantian Sect.
,Is that all you have?"
Gongsun Huan's masked face was gloomy. It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to kill this reckless man, but he really hated being used as a pawn.
The masters of the Shangguan family were still on the way, but Wen Chenyang was able to block his path accurately every time on his own. Gongsun Huan would not believe it if it weren't for the plan of the boy from the Xiaoyao sect.
"Young people who only know how to hide their heads and show their tails dare to come forward and fight with me?"
Wen Chenyang shouted loudly and waved the iron rod in his hand like a whip. In the blink of an eye, he knocked three or five black-clothed swordsmen to the ground. The stick stirred up waves of dust, forcing all the swordsmen around him to retreat in an instant.
Under the black robe, Gongsun Huan held a pair of silver needles between his fingers and played with them. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone was without any warmth: "Very good, since you want to die, then this protector will help you.
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"Um?"
Hearing Gongsun Huan's words, Wen Chenyang's heart suddenly rang with an alarm. Soon his premonition came true. More than a dozen swordsmen in black around him came back, and were knocked down by him with his same stick, but the indomitable iron man
The stick was stopped by life at the last moment.
An ordinary swordsman in black grabbed his iron rod in the palm of his hand with one hand. The force was so strong that Wen Chenyang could not withdraw it.
In the midst of surprise, I saw the black-clothed swordsman slowly raising his head, and a pale mask came into view. From under the mask, a gloomy laughter sounded like the ghost wind, which suddenly caused the surrounding temperature to drop a few degrees.
level.
"Master Wen, long time no see."
The man had an old voice, and his tone was so sinister that Wen Chenyang was shocked and angry: "You - Qian Mian! It turns out you have been here a long time ago!"
Yes, this masked man with an eerie laugh is the Thousand-faced Dharma King that most people in the world are familiar with, and his martial arts skills are not inferior to those of the top masters of the righteous path.
In his early years, Wen Chenyang also fought against the Thousand-faced Dharma King several times, so he naturally recognized this familiar old opponent immediately.
Wen Chenyang did not dare to neglect, he stepped hard and shattered the ground, his true energy erupted like a volcano, and merged with the iron rod to make it shine brightly.
The Thousand-faced Dharma King gave a sinister laugh and let go of the hand holding the iron rod. Then a stream of sludge-like Qi surged up from under his feet, causing his black robe to stand up upside down. The Qi turned into
A huge mud dragon roared into the sky, and immediately hit Wen Chenyang's head like a meteor.
"drink!"
Wen Chenyang shouted angrily, and the iron rod flew around as if he was a psychic. He was like a sharp arrow piercing the dragon's mouth, rushing left and right, tearing the dragon apart.
Wen Chenyang's whole body's true energy surged, and the clothes on his arms were all torn and shattered. With a roar that shook the sky, he struck down with a stick like a thunderous roar, and the strong wind surged, and the true energy surged like lightning.
With thunder, the Thousand-Faced Dharma King was instantly torn apart after being hit on the head.
The black robe was torn apart by the mad wolf, and the pale white mask spun into the sky, and then slowly fell from the sky. The mask, which was not stained by any blood, seemed to be mocking Wen Chenyang's wasted efforts.
The wind and waves were still, and another swordsman in black suddenly attacked Wen Chenyang's back, but was blocked by his horizontal stick. When the man raised his head again, another pale mask came into view.
"Master Wen, this stick is incredible. It hurts me so much." Thousand-faced Dharma King said in a strange manner. He held up a ball of filthy Qi in his palm and blasted it towards the opponent's front door.
Wen Chenyang ducked down to avoid it, struck the ground with his stick, and stepped hard on the chest of the thousand-faced Dharma King with his legs like a rabbit kicking an eagle.
The two separated again, and the Thousand-Faced Dharma King was bleeding profusely under his mask, but his tone was calm and frightening: "Haha, Daxia Wen seems not as brave as he used to be."
Seeing the Thousand-faced Dharma King's ease and ease, Wen Chenyang's heart sank completely. He didn't deliberately leave any room for his attack just now, but even so, he still hit the side car by mistake.
It is unknown which sect the Thousand-faced Dharma King learned this weird martial arts from. Wen Chenyang had no doubt that any of the men in black present might be the clone of the other person, but the terrible thing was that he could not tell who was who.
Who is true or false?
The man in black suddenly vomited blood and immediately fell to the ground, twitching and died. Another swordsman in black put on a pale mask and walked slowly towards Wen Chenyang.
"It seems that you have been wasting your time working as a dog for Shangguan Shaoqin all these years," the Thousand-faced Dharma King said jokingly: "Master Wen, why don't you follow me back to Xuantian Sect? We can give you all the glory and wealth you want.
you."
"Hmph! Brother Shangguan's high righteousness, how can sneaky people like you talk about it!" Wen Chenyang cursed angrily.
"Gao Yi? Haha - a joke!"
Thousand-faced Dharma King raised his forehead and shook his head. He couldn't help but sarcastically said: "What kind of good thing are you, Shaoqin, when you become an official? What kind of virtue is Meng Yuan? What kind of virtue is Qiu Qingyun? If he is not a member of the same way, how can he have the ability?
Get involved with these two guys."
After saying that, the Thousand-faced Dharma King took a breath and sneered coldly: "Didn't you have any doubts about what happened back then? You were imprisoned on the front foot, while his hands and eyes were all over the sky on the back foot. If he hadn't already had a back-up plan, how could he have been able to do it in such a timely manner?
Master Wen, be careful if you make a mistake with your sincerity."
"Shut up!" Wen Chenyang was furious, picked up the stick and hit the opponent again.