This is because you are so powerful that I believed your ghost.
The strongest one in the village, what kind of ghost village is that? I think even the top warriors who have opened the Nine Apertures are not as strong as you.
Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan were complaining in their hearts.
Even though their xinxing is far beyond ordinary people, killing is just a normal thing for them.
Facing Tang Xuanming, I still couldn't help feeling frightened.
Fortunately, after Tang Xuanming washed off the blood stains on his body and put on a pure white robe, he looked more like a handsome scholar than a madman who could depict and kill under the moonlit night.
Let’s go to Shaolin next.
Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan had no objection. They considered themselves to be masters in the world of reincarnation, but compared with Tang Xuanming, they seemed to be far behind.
There is indeed no trace of martial arts training on this self-proclaimed hunter in the mountains, but when he moves his hands alone, he is no less than a top martial artist.
The technique is quick and the killing is decisive.
Most of the more than fifty heavily armored prairie elite soldiers fell into the hands of Tang Xuanming. This alone was much better than Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan.
The rest of the journey was relatively peaceful. Tang Xuanming, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan and the others obtained horses from the elite soldiers who had ambushed them in Dorcha and headed straight.
In just one and a half days, we arrived in front of the third gate of Shaolin Temple.
However, there are many forests in Shaohua Mountain and horses cannot climb it.
Before reaching the mountain, the three of them had already abandoned their horses and climbed the mountain.
Perhaps Tang Xuanming's killing that night was too terrifying, or perhaps they were moving too fast and Dorcha's blockade had not yet been completed.
Tang Xuanming and his party arrived at the Shaolin Temple without any danger, but on the other side, Meng Qi, Gu Xiaosang and others who were divided into another team have not yet arrived.
Until the deadline of the third day, Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei walked slowly under the slightly anxious eyes.
Their number is still the same as before and has not been reduced.
The man who entered the space of the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation was like a strong man wielding a sword in Tang Xuanming.
The woman who looked pitiful and elf-like was Gu Xiaosang.
There is also Qi Zhengyan, who looks like he has an iron mask on his face and is serious in speech.
Tang Xuanming took another look at this unsmiling young man. No one could have imagined that this unknown young disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect would inherit the Demon Emperor's legacy and become one of the top figures in the future.
The strong man with a rough face was no longer as arrogant as before. He covered his face in pain and let out low moans from time to time.
A diagonal knife mark on his face penetrated the left and right sides of his face, leaving him nearly disfigured. His face was filled with blood and flesh, which was quite horrifying.
Tang Xuanming glanced at him, his eyes cold and emotionless.
In just three days, his strength has exceeded 30,000 kilograms, and golden light blooms from the depths of his pupils.
You don't see people by their appearance at all, but you can see directly through the bones and into the soul.
In his eyes, Xiang Hui was no longer the rough and strong man in the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, but had become another middle-aged man with a strange appearance.
Tang Xuanming didn't care either. If he remembered correctly, this middle-aged man was another important general under the prairie barbarian general Duoercha. He seemed to be the Thousand Transformations Scholar.
I can't remember it clearly, but it doesn't matter. Doesn't it matter if I remember the supporting character's name?
Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan, Meng Qi and others were about to communicate when they saw the young man in white robes with a handsome face like a scholar punch out.
Boom!
The air seemed to be blown apart, making a dull sound.
In front of that fist, Xiang Hui changed color on the spot.
Fellow Taoist, what are you doing?
The incident happened so suddenly that even Jiang Zhiwei, who had the highest level of cultivation and the fastest reaction, only had time to utter a question. After being together for several days, she hesitated and did not draw her sword.
And just this moment of hesitation can be the difference between life and death.
As someone who had witnessed Tang Xuanming's attack with his own eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene where Xiang Hui's chest was penetrated and blood spurted from his mouth and nose to death.
But Xiang Hui, who had just reached Yunqi level and whose strength was considered low among the group, was unexpected.
At the moment when his fist was about to strike, his figure suddenly became ethereal, his figure was dim and dark, constantly changing, and actually pulled out several afterimages around him, showing his extraordinary Qinggong movement.
Tang Xuanming and Meng Qi's pupils dilated slightly as they were about to stop Xiang Hui. He did not expect such a scene to happen.
He was able to reach the foot of the Shaolin Temple smoothly, but he also encountered several rounds of terrible attacks and survived until he got here.
Among them, Xiang Hui can only say that he is not holding back most of the time, and he has not shown such amazing lightness skills at all.
Play pig eat tiger?
While he was still confused, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan also reacted at the same time.
It's not Xiang Hui, it's Duo Ercha, the warrior Bai Bian scholar who sat down.
Compared to Meng Qi, who has no experience in the world of martial arts, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan are both experienced.
The two of them keenly grasped the truth from the changes in the aura in Xiang Hui's body. Xiang Hui was just a warrior at the Qi level, and now the lightness kung fu and zhenqi displayed by this white-faced and beardless middle-aged man were already enlightened.
level of strength.
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed, and Jiang Zhiwei's figure also had an afterimage, but the Variety Scholar was good at light kung fu and disguise, and Jiang Zhiwei was not good at light kung fu, and it was even harder to catch up at this moment.
And she was already the one who reacted the fastest among everyone. At this moment, the long sword in Zhang Yuanshan's hand had just been unsheathed, and Meng Qi had just grasped the hilt.
Oops!
In the flash of lightning, an idea popped into everyone's mind.
The ever-changing scholar under Doercha is not the strongest, but he is the most bizarre and difficult to guard against.
If he were allowed to leave calmly at this moment, who knows what kind of appearance he would come back in disguise.
Meng Qi suddenly reacted and was covered in cold sweat. He had slept with Xiang Hui for many days in a row without any precautions. If the versatile scholar had targeted him, he would have died several times.
At this moment, a group of people were shocked to find that Tang Xuanming's figure was always hanging tightly behind the versatile scholar.
Tang Xuanming's steps were ethereal, like an immortal coming to the world, with a charm of his own.
What especially caught Jiang Zhiwei's attention was that Tang Xuanming didn't have any Qi movement in his body, but he was still as fast as lightning, which was even more terrifying than the Qing Gong that made the top sect famous.
Although he was a latecomer, Ren caught up with the ever-changing scholar who was famous for his Qinggong in the blink of an eye.
Then there is that punch full of violent aesthetics.
I'll fight with you
The Variety Scholar's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and was about to fight to the death with Tang Xuanming, but Jiang Xiaowei had already given up half of it.
Clang!
The long sword broke into two pieces in the air, floated high, and then fell weakly.
The hilt of the sword was inserted diagonally into the soil. Meng Qi heard a dull sound like a drum, and saw the ever-changing scholar's chest sinking instantly, and the bones in his body crackled like fried beans.
Then he collapsed to the ground like a boneless fish.
She, who also used the iron cloth shirt and brute force to kill enemies, could tell at a glance that this versatile scholar who was famous in this world had actually had all his bones broken by a punch.
That terrifying sound made Meng Qi shiver. He stared at Tang Xuanming, who was slender, wearing a white robe, and had an ethereal aura, and felt a little sore in his heart.