Juexin's body is like a ghost, his palms transform into thousands of hands and thousands of shadows, and he attacks Xiongba all over his body, penetrating every hole, and extremely vicious.
The net of heaven and earth, the seal of immortality, hit fast and fast, clinging to the body of the tyrant, like a gangrene attached to the bone.
Soon, both of them disappeared into Yunlai Wonderland, leaving only the sound of constant energy clashing.
On the other side, the leader of the White Lotus suppressed his overwhelming hatred, unfolded the ribbon, and used the immortal magic method to deal with the elites of the world.
This art of bewitching was practiced by Daji in the past. With every frown and smile, she was enchanting and charming, making people look distraught.
No matter how hard-hearted the elites of that society were trained to be, they could not stand this kind of confusion, and they all staggered around and out of formation.
"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in. The Jianwen lineage has no hope of restoration. Why should the Temple of War go all the way to darkness?"
Although Xiongba was injured again by Juexin's sneak attack, he quickly stabilized his position with his powerful skills and began to send messages to shake his mind: "Young and heroic young evil king, I would like to recommend you to your majesty. How about a promise of glory and wealth?"
"What the leader of the Xiong Gang said makes sense. I, the War God Temple, don't want to fight to the death with the World Society..."
Juexin's tone was soft and seemed to be shaken, but deep in his eyes, he was extremely cold.
Although he worshiped in the Temple of War, he was also a pawn in the connection between Shi Zhixuan and Jue Wushen. His true position was Wushen Jue Palace, in order to make Japan return to the Central Plains.
The Central Plains is rich in resources, and the Ming Dynasty was at its peak. Even if it was defeated, it could quickly recover.
Only internal and external troubles can give the barbarians an opportunity to take advantage of it. The White Lotus Sect, which is making trouble in the dark, naturally cannot be destroyed.
Now that Xiongba and Tianxiahui have become the emperor's right-hand man, 30,000 elites marched to Shanhaiguan, and the storm first emerged, which made Wushen Juegong very angry. Taking this opportunity, he just beheaded Xiongba and caused Tianxiahui to fall apart.
"well!"
He has so much experience in dominating the world. He immediately realized that Jue Xin had no intention of holding back. His eyes were full of resentment and determination, and his three-pointed return vitality was pushed to its peak, and the three-jue martial arts offensive was like a wave.
But my heart sank.
Because now that Juexin has appeared, naturally not only one person from the War Temple of the four major forces will be present.
There were pitiful howls coming from outside, and the elites of both sides were fighting bloody battles. If he had any shortcomings at this time, the morale of the Tianxiahui would collapse.
"How can my ambition and hegemony be ruined here!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Xiong Ba roared and shouted in his heart again, and just when he was about to fight to the death, a desolate sound of the harp suddenly came to the main helm.
The sound of the piano is melancholy, elegant and vigorous. It sounds like a lament to the world, but also sounds like it is torturing the soul.
"The future of hegemony is like a dream, and after death, the soul will be left alone in the loess?"
Xiong Ba listened subconsciously, and the attack in his hands gradually slowed down, and he felt inexplicably emotional.
"Don't try to touch my mind!"
But the next moment, Xiongba's expression changed, and he returned to his arrogance and domineering manner, and his palms struck Juexin's chest and abdomen with overwhelming force.
"Don't bother me!"
In comparison, Juexin was even more unwavering and his attacks became more ruthless.
All the evil thoughts deep in his heart were washed away by the sound of the piano, but once the evil thoughts were gone, nothing was left.
Just because Jue Xin was trained by his father Jue Wu Shen using various cruel methods when he was still a very young child. Compared with Gui Cha Luo, the only difference is that he does not have to disfigure his face and has many secret methods of self-mutilation, creating Jue Xin.
Desperate character.
In the beginning, man does not distinguish between good and evil. The world has never shown him good, so he naturally falls into the embrace of evil.
"well!"
Unable to calm down Zhi Ge, the player seemed to be sighing.
He does not wish to forcefully twist the will of others.
Whether good or evil, loyal or traitorous, your own path should be walked step by step, rather than being reversed by others relying on deep cultivation. That may be called salvation on the surface, but in fact it is just brainwashing.
It's just that the sound of the piano can't move people's hearts, but it still has to be suppressed with force.
"Um?"
The next moment, Xiongba and Juexin both changed their colors and stopped.
However, an invisible and ubiquitous sword energy surrounded them, making the space stagnant. They seemed to have turned into insects in amber, unable to make any movements.
This feeling of powerlessness was fleeting, but it was by no means an illusion. The next moment the sound of the piano stopped, and the lingering sound lingered, the crows that were originally hovering on the villa actually gathered over and formed a huge word in mid-air.
Walk!
Juexin's pupils suddenly shrank and he turned around and left without hesitation.
This kind of person has no chance of winning even if his master comes, so how can he dare to have a verbal dispute?
"Xiongba, I will definitely kill you!"
In the blink of an eye, all the troops in the Temple of War retreated, and the Tianxiahui disciples also broke away from Mei Gong under the sound of the piano.
The tide is over.
The leader of the White Lotus looked at the hegemon who had stopped bleeding and healed his injuries, his eyes red. However, under the protection of the last believer, he retreated into the house, the secret passage opened and disappeared.
"Thanks for the help!"
Xiong Ba took a breath, raised his fists in the air, and immediately pursued him into the secret passage.
Cut off the roots! Plan to seize the demonic soldiers!
…
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"The Heavenly Sword is Nameless."
Not to mention the pursuit of Xiong Ba and the leader of the White Lotus Sect, Gu Cheng's eyes had turned from the destroyed leader of the White Lotus Sect to the streets of Shuntian Prefecture and landed on a middle-aged man.
Dressed in jet-black plain clothes, with a sparse moustache on his lips, his expression seemed cold but not cold, warm but not warm. He had gone through many vicissitudes of life. This martial arts legend did not have any awe-inspiring sword intent. He just sat calmly with his hands on his lap.
Playing the Huqin.
"Pseudo-god-demon-level warrior!"
Gu Cheng sensed Wuming's vast and boundless sword intent and nodded slightly.
Whether it is the endless emergence of strong men in the late stage of the storm, or the vast background of the fusion world, Tianjian Wuming is a top strong man that cannot be ignored.
He is already completely superior to ordinary warriors, but because his life form has not changed, he cannot live forever like a god or demon. He is a pseudo-god and demon.
This kind of existence can fight head-on with gods and demons, and is invincible in the world. It has the majesty of an unparalleled World Honored One.
In the plot of Fengyun Yuan, Jue Wu Shen is also afraid of Wu Ming, and wants Po Jun to poison him first before he dares to invade the Central Plains.
But now, since Wuming is playing the huqin, he is in full strength. At the moment when Shanhaiguan is being attacked by Wushenjue palace, he should not come to the capital.
unless……
There is a greater threat in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.
"Wu Ming saved Xiong Ba just casually. What he really paid attention to was the crowds coming and going at the city gate."
Gu Cheng's eyes moved and his spiritual thoughts merged into the five-clawed golden dragon.
He was no more purely relying on martial arts than Wuming. He directly looked down at the capital and quickly fell on a white Taoist who was walking towards the city gate.
This person has a strange aura.
"Huh?"
When Gu Cheng took a closer look, his eyes couldn't help but condense.
At the end of the Battle of Jingnan, when Zhu Di formally invaded Yingtian Mansion, Zhu Yunwen once cried in front of the sun and moon.
And the appearance of this Taoist was exactly the same as Zhu Yunwen at that time.
The descendants?
No, traces of the aura of the Sun and Moon Twin Dragons are still there, and Gu Cheng can be sure that this person is either a descendant of Jianwen or himself.