Chapter 957: Suppressing the Fifth-Order Demon King
"Zhu Hai, Hou Ying!"
After hearing the poem and seeing the two martyrs who came out of history, the Poison Dragon Ancestor looked like he had seen a ghost.
However, the Poison Dragon Ancestor is after all a demon king-level powerhouse who has been famous for many years. He is not a young man who has never seen big winds and waves. He forced himself to calm down and said: "I don't believe that the one you summoned is the real body!"
"You'll know after you try it."
Wang Xu's expression remained unchanged, but he was actually beating a drum in his heart.
He is a Jinshi, equivalent to a fourth-level monk, so how can he summon the true bodies of the two of them?
Due to their cultivation limitations, the two Zhu Hous who came from history only had the fourth level of perfect cultivation, and they were not sure whether they would be able to compete with the Poison Dragon Ancestor.
"kill!"
Zhu Hai, who came from history, held two golden hammers and smashed them at the Poison Dragon Ancestor with an expressionless face.
In order to cheer himself up, the Poison Dragon Ancestor did not hold back his attack this time. He used Qinglonghan's magical power to kill Zhu Hai instantly with one move and break the shock of the two appearing from history.
Boom!!
Qinglong's magical power is the most focused on physical damage among the eight Qinglong moves.
With this blow, the dragon's claw collided with the golden hammer, blowing a strong wind within a kilometer radius, and the earthquake was centered around the place where the two of them collided. It was as if a cluster bomb had been dropped, and cracks were torn open in the earth.
Kick, kick, kick...
After one blow, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was thrown away, and Zhu Hai also took three steps back.
Seeing this situation, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was not surprised but overjoyed, because in history Zhu Hai could kill him instantly with one blow.
But now, everyone is just equally divided. You must know that Zhu Hai is famous for his strength, but he started his career in poison.
"Stable!"
Similar to the joy of the Poison Dragon Ancestor, Wang Xu was also very happy at this time.
He has countless poems and essays. As long as Zhu Hai is not killed instantly by one blow and with the blessing of countless auxiliary poems and essays, how can the Poison Dragon Ancestor fight with him?
"The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles. If you don't defeat the demon clan, you will never return it..."
"The horse is so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt..."
Wang Xu once again recited the marching poem and breaking the formation, manifesting Luma in golden armor, helping Zhu Hai's strength to the next level.
Zhu Hai had a war horse and armor, and he fought fiercely and fiercely. The Poison Dragon Ancestor was beaten back repeatedly, and he was exhausted for a while.
And just when Wang Xu was about to use Hou Ying to help Zhu Hai fight, he frowned slightly and felt the intense consumption of Wen Qi.
Before coming out today, he had written copybooks for many students, and his literary energy was seriously exhausted and he was not in the best condition.
He used several poems in a row, including the Xia Ke Xing, which contains countless killing moves and can also summon Wu Gou and Zhu Hai. The literary spirit has dropped to a dangerous level, and the speed of recovery is no longer enough to support Zhu Hai and Hou Ying in fighting.
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In desperation, Wang Xu gently waved his hand and sent Hou Ying back to the long river of history, leaving Zhu Hai alone to face the enemy.
Without a summoned fourth-level perfect master, the consumption of Wen Qi suddenly stopped a lot, and Wang Xu also breathed a sigh of relief.
"When it's over, brush off your clothes and go away, hiding your merit and fame!"
After adding Zhu Hai's status, Wang Xu became invisible again, waiting for the opportunity for a sneak attack.
The Poison Dragon Ancestor became more depressed the more he fought. Zhu Hai's moves were powerful and heavy, and he was following the ancient martial arts route. His body was stronger than his, and his moves were neither light nor heavy. It was really miserable.
However, he abandoned Zhu Hai and captured the king first, and he couldn't find Wang Xu's whereabouts, so he didn't want to waste time here.
After beating him back and forth, the Poison Dragon Ancestor was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. He knew that if this continued, he would either be consumed to death, or he would be taken advantage of by the great scholars of the human race who came after hearing the news. It was difficult to think of the third possibility.
"You must first sell a flaw and gain a chance to kill with one strike."
The Poison Dragon Ancestor was extremely anxious and unwilling to delay it any longer.
Similarly, Zhu Hai, who returned from the long river of history, has Zhu Hai's strength when he reached the fourth level, but only his instincts remain in fighting, and he looks more like a puppet than the real Zhu Hai.
If it were the real Zhu Hai who was able to achieve great fame back then, I am afraid that even if his cultivation reaches the fourth level, he would still not be able to deal with an ordinary fifth-level demon king like him.
"good chance!"
After several attacks, the Poison Dragon Ancestor showed a flaw, and Zhu Hai was indeed fooled.
At the risk of being hammered on the chest, the Poison Dragon Patriarch stepped forward, stuck himself in Zhu Hai's arms and struck Qinglong Yantian.
puff!!
In an instant, the two of them took action.
The Poison Dragon Ancestor was hit in the chest with a hammer. His heart was broken and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
Similarly, Zhu Hai, who was pressed into his arms and forced to take a move from Qinglong Yantian, also flew out with his golden armor shattered, and his figure was so dim that it was almost transparent.
"It's done!"
Looking at Zhu Hai who was like a ghost and was about to return to the long river of history, the Poison Dragon Ancestor vomited blood and laughed loudly: "I won, I won!"
"win?"
The corner of Wang Xu's mouth raised slightly, and he whispered: "Even if you die as a hero, you are not ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write your Excellency, the White-headed Taixuan Sutra?"
Tai Xuan Jing... Tai Xuan Jing... Tai Xuan Jing...
Zhu Hai's figure instantly turned into starlight and the three characters of the Taixuan Sutra in silver.
These three words are the real killer move of Xia Ke Xing, and they summarize the entire poem.
The three characters of the Taixuan Sutra turned into a silver stone tablet. The Poisonous Dragon Ancestor was not prepared and was directly suppressed under the poem. Just like Long Zibaxia who was suppressed by the Merit Monument built by Dayu, he was directly suppressed under the ground.
"What kind of poem is this? Why does it have the last two lines? I don't accept it!"
The Poison Dragon Ancestor, who was suppressed under the Taixuan Sutra, roared repeatedly and wanted to fight Wang Xu for 300 rounds.
Wang Xu stood on the stone tablet with a sneer on his lips: "If you don't accept it, come out and talk about it."
"Ah, I'm going to kill you, kill you!" How could Patriarch Poison Dragon be convinced? It was obvious that he was about to win just now, but in the end he was overturned.
If the gongs were face to face, the battle against the drums would be better, but this is simply a sneak attack.
Of course, the Poison Dragon Ancestor will not remember that he actually likes sneak attacks the most, and not only one or two people have been succeeded by his sneak attacks.
"Hmph, you still keep talking hard even when you are about to die."
Wang Xu snorted coldly, not caring about the Poison Dragon Ancestor at all, but thought about the battle just now.
In terms of strength, he already has the strength to attack the fifth level. When the state is full, if the ordinary demon king does not leave, or leaves too late, there is a danger of being damaged in his hands.
Even if a fifth-level perfect quasi-demon god comes, he should have the strength to fight. Not to mention remaining undefeated, at least he won't be killed casually like a cat or a dog.
The only ones who really pose a threat to him are those sixth-level demon gods, or fifth-level kings who can fight across levels.
The former cannot be said to have never been heard of in the land of Kyushu, but the demon gods who remain in the land of Kyushu all have unclear relationships with the three religions and nine streams.
For example, the Taoist Longhu Mountain has two demon-god-level protectors, one dragon and one tiger, and the Quanzhen Sect also has a golden goose demon-god. This is all obvious.
Buddhism, such as the Peacock King Bodhisattva, the Golden-winged Dapeng, the Lingji Bodhisattva, and Ksitigarbha's Listening Beast, are also famous demon gods.
In the world of Confucianism, there are the sub-sages, the late sages, the last sages, the re-sages, the Shu-sages, the ancestral sages, all the false sages, there are seventy-two sages, and there are countless great Confucians.
Buddhism and Taoism also have corresponding existences. Although the overall strength is weaker than Confucianism, it is not inferior.
Tomorrow, there will be more than ten guardian demon gods from both religions alone, and it is even harder to say how many there are secretly.
Taken together, there must be at least hundreds of existences comparable to the sixth level of Buddhism and Taoism. In the land of Kyushu, if you don't have anything to do with the three religions and the nine streams, if you want to break through the demons and gods, you have to wait to be reincarnated.
Therefore, within Kyushu, the Monster Clan does not have its own top master in the true sense.
Wang Xu can remain undefeated against the fifth level, and may even turn defeat into victory. Strictly speaking, no one can do anything to him as long as the top brass of the three religions and nine schools do not take action.
It is not very likely that the three religions and nine schools will take action against him. This day is Confucianism’s day after all. Neither Buddhism nor Taoism dares to compete with Confucianism openly. How can anyone dare to kill him, a Confucian future who has entered the sight of the Confucius Temple’s senior officials?
Star.
The latter, although he is a fifth-level demon king, is comparable to a sixth-level king-level demon king, and is less common than a monk who is not greedy for money.
That kind of person would be considered a Buddhist disciple among the Buddhist and Taoist families, and a Taoist disciple would probably be the same among the demon clan.
To kill him with someone comparable to Buddha and Dao, who could prosper the demon clan, Wang Xu thought to himself that it was not that shameless.
Therefore, Wang Xu is not panic at all now. He takes life and death lightly and will do it if he doesn't accept it. Whoever gives in will be the bastard.