martial arts mythology system

Chapter 355
In the distance of Yuchenjing, there are low hills at the end of the plain, like the undulating edges and corners of the earth, persistent and firm.

Neighing war horses came galloping on the wind from an invisible place at the end of the hill, like a hurricane line of fire.

It was a ray of light.

Break through the despair and bleakness brought about by the Sanskrit god.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Gu Xuantong's calamity cloud body was continuously destroyed and shrunk by the Sanskrit God, but his laughter was unrestrained and unrestrained, "There will still be people coming to kill you, Sanskrit God, you are the enemy of the world! "

"When am I not the enemy of the world?"

The Sanskrit god stood alone on the black cloud tide transformed by Gu Xuantong, with indifferent eyes, looking at Han Feng who was coming all the way.

His tone was flat, but there was a deep meaning in his eyes.

With the innate realm of god in Sanskrit, it is natural to see that Han Feng bears the dual destiny of god, heaven and Buddhism.

Although destiny has no attribution, it has its natural nature. People who have contact with destiny can naturally judge it.

"Interesting, a young man with fairly good talent shoulders two faint traces of destiny... Is this the high hope you place on your shoulders?"

"If it is, then I can only say that you are so stupid that it makes me want to suffocate."

Every word of the Sanskrit God seemed to be filled with deep contempt, but his tone of voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating an objective fact.

But this is even more annoying.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Gu Xuantong let out an angry laugh, and the black calamity clouds in the sky began to boil like boiling water.

"Sanskrit God, you seem to have misunderstood your meaning. Your trouble is not that you are an enemy in the world, but that... you are facing... enemies like me!!!"

Gu Xuantong followed his extremely wild laughter, and nineteen black cloud pillars emerged from the cloud tide towards the higher sky.

Nineteen cloud pillars gathered in an arc shape above the Sanskrit God, forming a huge cage of cloud disasters.

Above the cage, a purple Daoist sits on it.

"Huh? Let me see, the "Calamity Cloud Divine Law" used in "The Forbidden Book of Tao" in conjunction with "Xuan Zhi You Xuan."

"You stole the [Dongxuan Sect]'s top school skills again."

Even so, the voice of the Sanskrit god is still flat and without any emotion, just like looking at mountains, rivers and clouds.

What answered him was the strong restraining power emanating from the black cloud and smoke cage.

"No, this is the unique skill given to me by [Dongxuan Sect]!"

The Jade Emperor School's Zhenpai "Tao Forbidden Book of Heaven" is paired with the Dongxuan School's "Xuanzhi Youxuan", and the joint force of the two Taoist prohibition schools has produced a stronger qualitative change.

Under its restraining power, even the rushing rivers will stop.

However, the Sanskrit god seems to have not been affected at all...

"You want to ban me so much because of that child?"

The Sanskrit god's voice was not threatening, but it made Gu Xuantong feel bad.

Dressed in white, Liguo Shenren slowly turned his gaze to the battlefield below.

Xuanjiansi, Zhenwutang... All parties can't make any movements under the battle between the two martial arts masters, and it's even difficult to make a sound.

On the vast plain, only the sound of hooves of Han Feng's galloping horse [Lingxu Tayu] echoed...

Han Feng held the reins in his hand and carried the Jinghai knife on his back. He was speechless all the way, but rode the scarlet horse all the way to the city gate of Yuchenjing.

All the way into the battlefield between Xuanjiansi and Zhenwutang, Han Feng didn't stop at all, but if anyone blocked the way in front, Han Feng would just pull up the reins and let [Lingxu Tayu] jump high and turn over Obstacles ahead.

This scene looks like a general who made his last silent charge on the battlefield of subjugation.

"Then, let's verify."

The Sanskrit god looked at Han Feng, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, stretched out a finger, and tapped lightly.

It was as if the sky was falling, the huge force broke through the restriction of Gu Xuantong's black prison, and charged towards Han Feng below!

"Are you looking down on me, Sanskrit God!!"

Gu Xuantong immediately became angry, and a series of explosions occurred in the sky, and one after another, giant pillars of black clouds rushed out, hitting the invisible giant force of the Sanskrit god.

However, Gu Xuantong can only weaken the moves of Sanskrit gods, but cannot stop them...

Han Feng below, even if he faced only a weak force, it would be fatal!

And Han Feng on the horseback felt the infinite pressure from the sky, and didn't care about it, just holding the rein and steering the horse.

The ancient scroll of prayer flags behind it unfolded by itself, and the air of nine-color clouds and smoke transformed into nine halos, forming a huge and gorgeous mirror.

Across the air, the two collided violently.

The huge howling sound produced by the collision of extraordinary forces caused the warriors on the battlefield to cover their ears.

Afterwards, the nine-color halo surrounded Han Feng like a soul, making Han Feng look like a god from an ancient war myth.

No one dared to believe that this young man who came on horseback really blocked the skill of an innate person like this.

Even if it's just a random blow, even after Gu Xuantong's desperate resistance...it's too inconceivable.

Meng Yuqi stared at this figure in a daze, then shouted with tears in her eyes:
"Brother Han!! It's Brother Han!!"

Gu Yunzhou was stabbed in the abdomen with a long spear by the warlord of Zhenwutang before. He clutched the wound that was still bleeding, his eyes were a little blurred, and he watched the back of the horse galloping across the battlefield.

As if returning to the blood-colored space of Yanhua City, looking at the back of that purple-clothed figure.

"Han Feng...you are here..."

The Xuanjian Division had already been shocked by the invincible power of the Sanskrit God, and almost lost the will to fight.

But because the young man came on horseback and blocked the Sanskrit God's move, his will to fight seemed to be rekindled!

"It's Han Zhijian!!"

"Han Zhijian is here!!"

"Han Zhijian has dealt with Wu Sheng's mother before, with him, even Sanskrit gods are not invincible!!"

One after another Xuanjian Division disciples in black and white robes once again stood up with their swords in their hands.

Han Feng rushed all the way to the city wall of Yuchen Capital, got off his horse, and slapped [Lingxu Tayu] heavily, letting the red horse gallop away from the battlefield.

Standing under the city wall, in front of the big Yuchenjing, surrounded by nine-color clouds and smoke, he pulled out a long sword from the void.

The invisible and substanceless sword exists between the heaven and the earth, changing with the people's hearts in the world, and blazing the dawn of the night.

This is Huaixu, the master of the Xuanjian Division, with the sword——【Heavenly Punishment】!
Holding the Heavenly Punishment in his hand, Han Feng danced his sword with the nine-color cloud and smoke, causing the six atmospheres of the world to change, and at the same time, the dense nine-color cloud energy began to infect the entire Yuchenjing space.

Seeing this, the Sanskrit god realized clearly in his heart, and slowly raised his hand.

"In that case, I can't just sit back and watch."

But at this moment, the Sanskrit God felt his body sinking, and Gu Xuantong forcibly reunited his body with a cloud of calamity, and hugged the Sanskrit God from behind.

The Sanskrit God's expression sank:
"Let go, you let me smell your vulgar and stupid smell!"

"Hahahahahahaha! Sanskrit God, keep your eyes open!"

Gu Xuantong laughed wildly, absorbing the energy of Zhou Tian's calamity, and pulled the Sanskrit God to the ground with extreme strength and fell away.

The Sanskrit divine power is congenital, penetrates heaven and man, was pulled down from the sky by Gu Xuantong, and did not suffer any damage, did not need any unloading force, and fell from a high altitude without any damage to the feet.

"you……"

As soon as the Sanskrit god uttered a word, he heard a mighty cry of killing.

Thousands of people from the Xuanjian Division launched a life-and-death charge against the Sanskrit God at the same time!
"Come on! Buy time for Han Zhijian!"

"Before I die, Sanskrit God, you don't want to hurt anyone else!"

At the same time, under the gate of Yuchen Capital, the sound of prayers that Han Feng chanted while dancing his sword seemed to blend into the space between heaven and earth, shaking hundreds of miles!
"At the beginning of the prehistoric era, it was muddled, the five elements were not in operation, and the two lights were not yet clear. Among them, there was no sound, and the gods and emperors came out to rule, and they were judged to be turbid and clear. The heavens and the earth are standing, and the people are living!"

(End of this chapter)