There are fifty avenues, and nine of them have forty uses. As long as you find the one that escapes, you have found the correct change, that is, the weakness of the enemy's moves and the flaw in the soul.
This theory was once promoted in the hands of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, and was used as their capital to defeat the strong by the weak.
Of course, theory is always theory, and putting it into practice is an insurmountable gap for ordinary people.
For example, in the Seven Killing Crossbow, different warriors have different strength in protecting their body. The crossbow is for dead people, but people are alive. Using dead objects to defeat living people will definitely require extraordinary wisdom and means.
"Lu Miaozi is really extraordinary. Now he is still Zhu Yuyan's subordinate! I wonder if he specially made this set of crossbows for the Demon Sect, or was he deceived by Zhu Yuyan?"
Only Lu Miaozi or his descendants could design such an ingenious crossbow in this world.
Gu Chengsi and Zhang Heng, the Wood Saint of the Immortal Martial World, became interested in Lu Miaozi.
After Lu Miaozi was trained and trained in his youth, is there any chance of inheriting the mantle of Mu Sheng?
Hard to say!
The Mu Sheng lineage is extremely talented. It is said that they have just adopted a three-year-old child named Ma Jun. It will take some time for him to grow up.
Gu Cheng naturally pays attention to this long-standing inheritance that is unswervingly on the side of the Han Dynasty.
At this moment, seeing Gu Cheng playing with the crossbow spirit and wandering into the sky, the master circle over there couldn't hold it any longer.
No one dared to ignore a man who had blocked seven kills head-on without getting hurt, who was able to pick up a crossbow from afar, and who was happy and self-reliant. The scribe said: "If you are not a Buddhist and have no grudges in the past and no grudges in recent days, please leave!"
Gu Cheng turned his eyes and saw that this person seemed to be polite, but in fact he had a violent aura. He stood in a very strange posture. His legs were clearly on the ground, standing as steady as a mountain, but he seemed to drift away at any time. The exposed skin on his body was faintly purple.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Xi Ying?"
Xi Ying proudly replied: "Yes, I am the Lord of Heaven, Xi Ying!"
"Tianjun?"
Gu Cheng's face darkened: "You are seeking your own death, and you have no one to blame!"
Even the emperor calls himself the Son of Heaven, but you actually dare to call yourself the Lord of Heaven. What does that mean?
Don't think that the name is a fuss. Throughout the dynasties, names have been chosen to avoid the taboo of the emperor's name to show uniqueness. These are all symbols of the imperial authority. If you don't get it, it's fine. How can you tolerate it if you do?
Xi Ying thought that Gu Cheng was deliberately provoking, and became furious: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined! Let's see who is seeking death!"
As soon as the words came out, people jumped out.
But instead of attacking, he flew backwards.
Is he going to run?
This decision was extraordinary, but Fan Qinghui was faster. His sword filled the sky with light and shadow, covering the general's table.
She behaves gracefully and has an elegant posture. Despite the fierce battle and danger, she still has the feeling of an orchid in an empty valley.
At this moment, she looks like a dancing fairy, looming in the sword light. The sword energy is swaying, and the swirling snow is flying, but every blow cuts the air with extreme sharpness.
However, Xi Ying is not an easy person. He spins his body, grabs it with both hands, and the cyclone explodes. It is cunning and cunning. The true energy is like a spider's thread, bound by layers of webs, which continuously weakens the sword energy and finally disappears invisible.
Xi Ying, who had not been pursued by Song Que and had been dormant in the Western Region for twenty years, had not yet mastered the Purple Qi Tianluo, but he was still one of the best masters in the world.
At this time, Fan Qinghui's unstoppable sword was like a quagmire, and it was like a prey in a spider web, unable to struggle. Xi Ying succeeded with one move, his momentum surged, and he rushed towards Gu Cheng with the force of thunder.
His magic power reached its peak at this moment, his hair was flying, his skin turned purple, and he suddenly appeared like a demon, terrifying and terrifying.
Use retreat to advance!
Xi Ying, who is arrogant and arrogant, is afraid that Fan Qinghui and Gu Cheng will join forces, but they will not really escape without a fight.
"Are you so unrestrained? That's fine, it's up to you!"
Gu Cheng glanced at Fan Qinghui with a smile but not a smile, his face became solemn, and the majesty of the world's surrender was instantly felt.
Fan Qinghui's body trembled slightly, and he had the urge to prostrate himself. Xi Ying's color suddenly changed, and he saw Gu Cheng slapping down his palm, and the five fingers kept enlarging, and then the sky suddenly turned dark.
In his sight, he couldn't see anything for a moment, as if someone had blocked the world at the same time.
"No! Impossible!"
Xi Ying's eyes were about to burst, and he used his whole life's skill to stab with both hands, but it was like dancing in a flurry, unable to find the target at all.
However, at this moment, Gu Cheng opened his fingers slightly, revealing a gap.
Xi Ying's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt light coming in, and the world returned to light.
It's dark when you take action, and it's dawn when you start.
Gu Cheng preliminarily confirmed that what he had learned and created his own magical skills had a basic idea.
In terms of the exquisite use of divine energy and spiritual battles, at this time, he was still far behind Shi Zhixuan and the three great masters.
But if it is the use of the rolling momentum, the time of divine enlightenment, the way of transcendence, the majesty of the emperor, and the submission of all people, who in this world can match it?
Therefore, Gu Cheng did not use any skills for the time being, but used divine energy to create the mighty imperial aura, which completely suppressed Xi Ying's mind when they met.
This moment seemed extremely short to the outside world, but to Xi Ying, it was almost like walking between life and death. His whole body was stiff, and he was pressed against Tianling by Gu Cheng's palm.
"Shi Zhixuan is right. This person is our great enemy. We must never let him become the Holy Emperor. Let's go together!"
Xi Ying clearly felt a strange force invading the key points on his head, but instead of bowing his head like An Long, he screamed hysterically.
Swish, swish, swish, dozens of figures jumped out at the same time, all kinds of offensives, strange and pervasive, were attacking Gu Cheng.
"Hand over the Holy Emperor's relics!"
Such a tacit understanding must have been brewing for a long time, and the roars of several of them revealed their purpose.
Shi Zhixuan is not yet the master of the Demon Sect, but he can use the evil emperor's relics to set up a trap and use the power of thunder to never scatter his power and give everyone a chance to defeat it.
It's a pity it's useless.
Gu Cheng struck out with a punch, yin and yang intertwined.
The strong wind blew against their faces, dragons roared and tigers roared, and everyone couldn't even see Gu Cheng's movements clearly, they just felt endless waves of terrifying power coming towards them.
Shi Zhixuan is not afraid of siege, he relies on his strength to fight, and his body is like a phantom demon. Even if the four holy monks are the same as above, he will be led into the immortal fantasy realm by him if he is not careful, and he has studied his skills to the extreme.
Gu Chengze conquered it with one force. The general trend is mine. No matter how many people you come to, they must bow their heads and submit to me in the vast sky and earth.
In almost an instant, and as if a long time had passed, Xi Ying, You Niaojuan, Fugong Er, and Zuo Youxian flew backwards, blood spurting out, unable to muster any fighting spirit, and fled in all directions.
The rest fell down softly, bleeding from their orifices, and made no sound anymore.
Gu Cheng did not chase, put his hands behind his back again, looked at Fan Qinghui, whose delicate body was trembling slightly, and smiled slightly: "What do you think of me as a demon-slayer and a defender?"
At this moment, Fan Qinghui suddenly realized the origin of the strangeness before.