Chapter 682 Overlord’s death, what to do! (Part 2)
Phew!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The Baishui River is turbulent and the water vapor is steaming like clouds...
The wilderness is filled with dust and cracks are spreading...
On the city wall, Yang Yu held his bow half-open, while Tie Tufa and others' expressions changed drastically...
In the dust, on top of the city, outside the city gate, under the gaze of countless people, that hand came through the clouds and strong wind, with a white light shining between its five fingers.
quick!
too fast!
The speed of the arrival was extremely fast, and his grasp of the battle situation was extremely good.
The moment it appeared, it was just when Zhang Xuanba was striking the four great martial arts saints, and the power of his fists was about to be exhausted, but with Yang Yu's ability to penetrate the secluded world, he didn't even notice it at all, as if it should have been there in the first place.
This is not martial arts, but,
"Apparition!"
This thought couldn't help but appear in Yang Yu's mind.
On the Splendid List, this sect's magical power is prominently listed, and its leader is Mi Tian Cult Master, Ning Wuqiu!
After the five Martial Saints, there is actually a sixth person hiding!
Boom!
The dry dragon roared, and the dark iron arrows intertwined with lightning instantly vaporized and cut through the void like lightning.
Yang Yu's reaction was not unpleasant. At this moment, apart from Zhang Xuanba, he was the only one who noticed it first among everyone present.
"Ning is so lucky to be able to kill the overlord today!"
The moment Ning Wuqiu's deep and cold laughter spread in the wind, the decisive blow that Ning Wuqiu had been brewing for a long time passed through his skull in full view of everyone!
The power of this blow was terrifying. The sudden burst of energy tore apart the wind and clouds within a radius of dozens of feet, as if a magic sword pierced the air!
Yang Yu could see clearly that it was a mysterious man of unknown gender wearing a mask with a ghost face. He scolded lightly, as if he had been prepared for it.
The other palm was raised, and the light of the arrow was submerged in it.
"Prince Zhao!"
Tie Tiefa suddenly took a step forward, his mood fluctuated violently, and he crushed the city bricks under his feet.
The rest of the people were even more shocked.
Only the three of the Red Sun Dharma King stood up from the dust, coughing up blood, without any hesitation, holding on to their injuries and rising up, before urging for the final blow.
We must completely cut off the vitality of this great enemy.
"How can it be?!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise resounded throughout the world.
Ning Wuqiu's eyes widened with anger, and his heart was extremely horrified. He had been preparing for this blow for many days, thinking that it was a decisive move, but the result was just as he expected, it passed through the skull.
However, this is not the feeling of flesh and blood being penetrated, but more like the hollow and ineffective illusion of punching the sky.
It was as if Zhang Xuanba in front of him was just a shadow, and it seemed that he and he were not in the same space or world at all!
"not good!"
After the attack failed, Ning Wuqiu instantly activated his magical power and had to flee ten miles away, unwilling or daring to face the furious counterattack of the number one man in the world.
But his hand was caught!
This is a scene that would horrify any onlooker.
Ning Wuqiu's 'invisible sword hand' pierced through Zhang Xuanba's head, but there was no trace of blood, as if he was just a shadow, but he raised his hand and actually grabbed Ning Wuqiu's wrist!
"Who do you think you are, worthy of killing me?"
A calm voice sounded, and Ning Wuqiu's eyes instantly turned red, and he activated his magical power without thinking.
Apparition!
Click!
Blood spilled into the sky, and an arm with a small shoulder was torn off, accompanied by a low roar of pain.
In the sky, there was another bright light.
boom!
Zhang Xuanba spread his arms and tore off Ning Wuqiu's arm with one hand. Without stopping for a moment, he beat the Dark Moon Dharma King again amidst the roars of the Red Sun Dharma King and others.
But this time, there were no sawdust flying, only the sticky and hot blood of the Martial Saint was blown away by the strong wind.
boom!
Boom!
It seemed like a blow, but it also seemed like several collisions. Terrifying ripples rose into the sky, seeming to tear apart the dark clouds that filled the sky.
When the setting sun set, the collision on the long river stopped. Only the strong wind blew, and the monks' clothes and flesh and blood were scattered, dyeing the glacier red!
Phew~~
The cold wind disperses the mist.
Looking at the terrifying figure standing on the long river, like a god and demon, the world seemed to suddenly become silent.
One dead, one maimed and three wounded!
The encirclement of the five Martial Saints seemed to have been broken before it even started, and in everyone's eyes, Zhang Xuanba seemed not to be even injured at all.
Not even the single piece of clothing was damaged.
"Invincible……"
Looking at the bloody rain in the sky and the figures of gods and demons under the setting sun, the same thought arose in everyone's mind.
The Dharma King of the Red Sun, Zhuoli Getu, Tantai Mie, Ning Wuqiu, and the Dharma King of the Dark Moon.
None of these five martial saints have been recently promoted. They are all martial arts giants who have been famous for at least 40 to 50 years to as long as a century. Any one of them is a big shot who can command tens of millions of people.
At this moment, five people were besieging them, and unexpectedly...
"Ba Fist..."
Yang Yu closed his eyes and imprinted this punch deeply into his heart.
One sentence of truth is preached, and thousands of books are falsely preached.
No matter how many pointers there were, they were not as intuitive and clear as this punch. Without digestion, Yang Yu could already feel the improvement of his boxing skills.
"ah!"
In the shadow somewhere, Ning Wuqiu stumbled to the ground, his voice hoarse like a ghost:
"Zhang Xuanba..."
His injuries were extremely serious. His right arm and half of his shoulder were torn off, and the squirming internal organs in his chest could even be seen from one side.
"Transformation is a pretty good magical power, but it's a pity that you can't use it..."
Shaking off the blood beads on his fingertips, Zhang Xuanba looked calm.
Among the three ruins a hundred feet away by the Baishui River, the Red Sun Dharma King lost his previous majesty and dignity. The corners of his mouth were blood-red, but his eyes were full of shock and confusion:
"This, isn't martial arts?!"
With his current martial arts and practice, he rarely encounters things that puzzle him, but the scene before him exceeded his expectations.
Ning Wuqiu is very human.
Although his magical powers are not offensive, he can change his body to coordinate with his powerful assassination skills. He had a record of assassinating Martial Saints many years ago.
At that moment, the three of them were fully restrained, and it was absolutely true that Zhang Xuanba's fist was about to be exhausted, but he still avoided such a decisive blow...
"It's really not martial arts."
Following the sound, a young man with an unattractive appearance appeared on the bank of the mountain and forest without knowing when.
He was not tall and his face was a bit childish, but the moment he appeared, the wind on both sides of the river became even colder.
"Old demon from Montenegro!"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.
The old demon he saw at this moment was seventy percent similar to what he had seen before, but threefold different. It wasn't the appearance that was different, but the aura that was different.
If it weren't for the convergence of his will, he would probably mistake him for someone else.
‘Eighth Immortal Fighting, there are six more similar incarnations?’
Yang Yu tightened his grip on the Qianlong Divine Bow. There was a commotion above the city. More and more warriors gathered. Among them, he even felt the auras of several magical masters.
This battle really attracted all the masters from the nearby Daozhou states.
In fact, if Zhang Xuanba had not left the customs in advance, I am afraid that the number of people coming would have been several times, even ten times more...
"Brother An Yue's practice is still a bit behind, it's a pity..."
The old demon stretched out his hand to catch the falling drop of blood and looked towards the river.
To be precise, it was Zhang Xuanba’s feet:
"No wonder you want to shake the air and cause changes in the celestial phenomena..."
"What?"
Not far away, Tantai Mie stood up with a knife. When he heard this and looked at it, he couldn't help but be shocked:
"伱......"
At this moment, the setting sun was setting in the west, but the snowfield was open and the sun was still bright, but where Zhang Xuanba stood, there was no shadow at all.
It is as if the person is not here at all, so that the sunlight can penetrate his body without leaving the slightest shadow.
This scene resembles a legendary magical power.
"Not there, not here...this is, standing upright without a shadow?!"
Zhuo Ligetu wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and swung the magic ax, his rough face full of solemnity.
"Standing at attention without a shadow?!"
Grieving over the tragic death of his junior brother, the Red Sun Dharma King felt a little unstable, but he only discovered this at the end.
He was shocked, but he couldn't help but sneer:
"It's in vain that you keep saying that you are adhering to martial arts, but you haven't found another Taoist fruit and learned magical powers?!"
"What do you know?"
Zhang Xuanba was speechless.
He had learned the art of war from hundreds of schools since he was a child, and he had always adopted an eclectic approach. He was able to be promoted to the Martial Saint at the age of thirty, and he was able to innovate and innovate. Naturally, he had learned all the martial arts from hundreds of schools.
He would not reject supernatural powers.
There are many reasons why he gave up the Tao and Fruit. The biggest reason is that the ritual went against his heart.
And in his life, he has never been threatened by anyone, let alone Daoguo.
Rejecting Dao Fruit does not mean that he does not learn magical powers. Of course, if this is magical power...
"You left the customs early, maybe you tried to break through?"
The old demon from Montenegro walked forward slowly, resisting all the intimidation and pressure from the river, with a gloomy light in his eyes:
"It seems that you have not succeeded. That's right. Above the Martial Saint, there may be no way out, so how can you succeed? However, you don't seem to be a complete failure. Interesting, interesting..."
"This world is not born with roads. If there is no road, it will be opened. If throughout the past and present, everyone was like you, afraid to go forward when encountering mountains and rivers, how could you and I be here today?"
Zhang Xuanba chuckled.
"There is no road in the world, so it is natural to open a road. But when we clearly see the great road to the sky, we still want to dig through mountains and build bridges, and take rugged paths that may not even exist, but why bother?"
The old demon was also speechless:
"What's more, you haven't even opened the road yet..."
Behind him, Tantai Mie, Hong Sun Dharma King and others looked cold and gathered strength again.
"If I don't succeed, there will be successors."
Zhang Xuanba replied calmly.
"Qidaoguang? Youlong? Or should I say..."
The old demon's eyes turned towards the city, and his eyes became secretive:
"he!"
Wherever his gaze went, it seemed to be as heavy as a mountain. The top of the city was in chaos. Only Yang Yu did not shy away and looked at him:
"So what if it's me?"
"This road is rugged and difficult to walk, and there are big rocks blocking the road. You can't go on..."
The old demon narrowed his eyes.
"A big rock blocking the road?"
On the glacier, strong winds rose, Zhang Xuanba walked on the water, his robes danced wildly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Don't think too highly of yourself!"
I haven't finished writing this paragraph, but it's dawn, and I have no choice... I recommend the book "Zhutian: Invincible from the Xuanhuang World"