The old woman's expression became extremely gloomy, and with her level of cultivation, she could clearly feel that neither Kong Shangwu, Kong Yuanji, nor King Dan was dead.
But whether they are alive or dead is also not important in the eyes of the old woman, because after all, they are not geniuses like Qin Feng. Whether they are dead or alive, not many people care, not even the two saints of Star Soul. She would care. So, she just wanted to crush an ant and scare the people in Wolong Mountain a little.
But in the end, three ants jumped out. This was undoubtedly a provocation to her and the greatest disrespect to her. However, this was not the first time for such disrespect. Qin Feng's disrespect, Qin Feng's provocation and teasing, Kong Yuanji The disrespect of Kong Shangwu, the disrespect of King Dan... there is always a limit to human patience, let alone an extremely proud semi-saint strongman like her? But the people of Wolong Mountain have done it again and again. And three's challenge to her tolerance limit brought her to the edge of rage again.
"You! You all want to find..." However, the furious old woman could not shout out the word "death". Instead, a stick was hit on her head with great force!
That stick, named Daoshan stick, is the stick of Daqian's law, the stick of Daqian's will, and the stick of Daqian's dignity. The person holding the stick is none other than the king of Daqian, Chen Yangze.
There was a touch of uncontrollable excitement on Chen Yangze's face. Yes, he was so excited! Because from the moment he ascended the throne and became the king of Daqian, he put down the sword in his hand and picked up the memorial and ink pen. , because in these twenty-six years, he never had the chance to fight anyone again!
However, he is a warrior after all, with the most basic blood and madness of a warrior. After suppressing that blood for twenty-six years, after being repeatedly oppressed by the strong but forced to compromise again and again, he finally made the decision. The dike burst out from his chest like a flood, so he chose to resist. No matter whether you are a semi-saint or an envoy of the Tiandao Academy, even if you are a god descending to earth and invincible, this cannot stop the feeling of wanting to resist. .
Especially after Chen Yangze thought about his funeral arrangements in advance and decided to leave the so-called overall situation to future generations, he no longer had any scruples in his heart, so he picked up the stick given by the late king! That stick represents With the will of the late king to resist, he dared to challenge the mountains, and he dared to knock down the sticks of the mountains!
The old woman raised her head slightly, looked at the stick that was thrown at her, and at the person holding the stick. A look of surprise and confusion could not be suppressed in her expression. She didn't understand what was going on. I don’t understand what happened to Wolong Mountain, what happened to this world...
If Kong Yuanji is a reckless man, his behavior is just because of impulse, and Fang Ziming and Kong Shangwu's behavior is just to save people, then what happened to this sudden blow? What kind of behavior does the king of Daqian behave like this? Is it possible? Is he crazy? Does the entire Wolong Mountain and even the entire Daqian want to resist the Tiandao Academy? But why do they resist, why do they dare to resist?
Before the old woman could think too much, or even before the stick in Chen Yangze's hand fell, a series of extremely dense and chaotic sounds suddenly came from the wind and snow.
The so-called deadlock may remain a deadlock if no one breaks it. But once someone breaks the deadlock, the so-called deadlock will naturally not be a deadlock. From Kong Yuanji's action, to Kong Shangwu and Fang Ziming's action, even the king of Daqian They all took action, so one person moved, two people moved, three people moved, then a hundred people moved, a thousand people moved.
The first thing to be heard in the wind and snow was the sound of armored soldiers drawing their bows and shooting arrows. Hundreds of fierce and powerful arrows suddenly shot out, like the most violent showers in a summer night, shooting from different directions.
It was sent out, but it surged towards the same target with extreme precision.
Then an extremely rare scene, almost never seen on the battlefield, appeared on Wolong Mountain. Nearly a thousand feather arrows were shot from different directions and angles. It was like an extremely scattered rainstorm, but what was extremely strange was that
, when the arrow representing the raindrops was flying forward, it actually
However, they were constantly gathering and condensing in an extremely regular manner. Except for a very small number of feather arrows that fell due to contact with each other, most of the feather arrows were just like that, one after another, one row after another.
A row of them seemed to have condensed into a giant feathered arrow, and struck hard towards the old woman's position.
However, that's not all. At the same time, almost everyone was taking action. The Xuanling Realm warriors and the Yin-Yang Realm warriors each took out their swords and spears. As a result, sword energy, sword energy, and spear intention converged into a river, intertwined like a sea! And Xiu
The low-level warriors and alchemists who were too weak to even use spiritual energy opened their blood-red eyes and smashed their self-defense daggers and swords at the old woman.
Even the civil servants and scholars who used to be extremely elegant and rational, and studied hard with sage books all day long, are also stimulated by that unknown emotion, which seems to be unity, but is more like madness and stupidity.
Picked up stones from the ground. The qualifications of the person in Wenyuan Pavilion
Mr. Wang, the oldest and most virtuous man, more directly took out his beloved Huangzhou Chen Ni Inkstone from his body, while using foul language to greet someone's eighteen generations of ancestors.
, and then without any reservation, he played his smallest role among everyone.
At this moment, Wolong Mountain is so chaotic that it is indescribable. The people in Wolong Mountain are crazy, so crazy that it is indescribable. They are obviously so weak, but they are so strong. They may just
A group of ants, but what they want to do now is to kill the elephant. Perhaps this is the power brought by madness.
The stick is in front, thousands of arrows are behind, and there are countless attacks from all kinds of swords and qi, and even daggers, gravels, and even inkstones are thrown at her. How can this old woman be so powerful?
Whoever has seen the world has never seen such a weird and crazy scene.
According to legend, a criminal who is hated by all people will be reviled by all people and thrown with vegetables and rotten eggs before he is beheaded and taken to the execution ground in a prison car. Those thrown attacks are extremely lethal to a criminal.
It's not too big. But there are always some criminals who will die before they can be sent to the execution ground.
They were beaten to death by rotten eggs and vegetable leaves. To be more precise, they were unable to withstand the anger of countless people, the humiliation and reviling, so before they went to the execution ground, they suffered from the unbearable
Due to the psychological pressure, he bit his tongue and committed suicide.
At this moment, the old woman is bearing this kind of pressure. However, it is a pity that she is not a prisoner, let alone an ordinary person, but a strong man in the semi-sacred realm, and a believer in Tiandaoyuan.
A devout believer in the Way of Heaven who believes in light. Therefore, the combined attacks of everyone cannot bring her a strong sense of crisis, and the anger and scorn of everyone cannot affect her faith and extremely pious Taoist heart.
"The heretics of the way of heaven must die, and those who try to obstruct the law of the law of heaven will undoubtedly die." The old woman's expression became extremely calm, extremely cold, and extremely solemn. She gently inserted the dark iron rod in front of her.
, clasped his hands slightly, and said in an extremely sacred and solemn tone: "May God's glory be bestowed on the earth, and may all evil spirits disappear."
An extremely dazzling milky white light, brighter than snow light, burst out from the old woman's clasped palms. In the light, like a stick falling from a mountain, it melted rapidly in the light like ice and snow.
The arrow fell out of thin air and broke. The ruthless, endless and unstoppable red-white light was like the strongest light in the universe.
Like the light of justice emitted by the big sun, it forcibly tore apart the dark clouds, the arrows, hundreds of sword energy and knife energy, and the daggers and stones thrown by the warriors in anger.
It tore Master Wang's precious piece of Huangzhou Chen Ni Inkstone into pieces... and instantly neutralized all the attacks from everyone in Wolong Mountain!
However, the arrows, swords and gravel were torn apart by the light and turned into nothingness, but the light was still there. The white and holy light, like the sunlight that bloomed at the beginning of every morning, gradually illuminated an extremely beautiful area in Wolong Mountain.
The wide range made the entire Wolong Mountain wailing sound.
The soldier's armor gradually cracked in the light film, and then the flesh and blood gradually cracked. Thousands of rays of light flashed, as if ten thousand swords were shot into the ripe persimmon forest, so the ripe persimmons became riddled with holes.
, the bright red juice dyed the forest red, dyed the ground red, and dyed everything that could be dyed red. However, what was really flowing was not juice, but blood...
The old woman still kept her hands clasped together, and the look on her face was so compassionate, so gentle, so sacred, like the great sun in the sky, constantly emitting the light of justice.
, turning the entire Wolong Mountain into an extremely bloody hell.
In the light, Qin Feng squinted his eyes slightly. The light did not bring him any substantial harm, because although the attack range of the old woman's move was extremely wide, the attack power against individuals was not strong.
Qin Feng's body has already reached the level of a diamond body, so he can naturally easily resist this level of damage.
His fists were clenched tightly, and there was no anger in his eyes, but only coldness. His fists were slowly clenched, shaking away some of the remaining snow on his palms, revealing a pair of hands that no longer bleed, and were no longer flesh and blood.
His hands were blurry, and at this moment, even his originally pale complexion became a little more rosy.
His immeasurably powerful body and infinite potential once again demonstrated his incomprehensible self-healing ability. At some point, the dragon scales that he had forcibly peeled off actually grew out of his hands again. And not only
It grew back, and at the same time there were more dragon scales, like blazing flames ignited in the grassland, burning and spreading along his palms and arms toward every inch of his body, gradually occupying every inch of his body.
Another inch of skin...
Xue Tianchong, who had been silently watching the show, was also in the red-white light. With his cultivation level, he naturally did not need to care about the so-called light. His expression was indifferent and calm, and he just watched quietly as one sergeant after another fell.
Weak warriors fell one after another, maintaining the attitude that a Pan Guan should have with utmost seriousness.
But for some reason, although the expression on his face was calm, his hand holding the blood knife was very dishonestly stroking the very familiar lines on the handle. The look hidden deep in his eyes was a little strange, as if it had Some kind of desire. It's like an alcoholic seeing the extremely rare double-double-aged top-quality spirits, or a very hungry foodie seeing a table of extremely sumptuous delicacies, as well as his favorite chicken thighs. .So he seemed a little hungry and a little intolerable.
However, Xue Tianchong is not a drinker, nor is he a foodie. But he is a militant, and extremely warlike, so what he longs for is fighting.
"After a hundred years of silence, Da Qian finally woke up. The ferocity and unyielding spirit from the beginning of the founding of the country finally woke up again." After falling for a long time, the dead leaves that had already rotted said: "It's a pity that it's a little late. It would be great if this scene happened twenty-six years ago..."
Xue Tianchong did not take action in the end because he could not see the slightest hope of victory, so he was unwilling to get involved. Moreover, because he could not think of a reason to fight, a reason to help Qin Feng, and help Da Gan...
Just when Xue Tianchong was sighing and sighing, suddenly Fengyun Tower suddenly became full of blood. A touch of power that surprised even him, suddenly released an incomparable brilliance...