This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

"Master Xuantian!"

After seeing the black-robed man sitting on the sedan chair, the eyes of righteous knights became serious. Speaking of which, a large part of the reason why the evil way can be rampant until now lies in this Xuantian leader.

With the existence of the Xuantian Sect Master and the Xuantian Sect, the Demon Dao can be so unscrupulous, because since the Xuantian Sect gained power, on the battlefield where the orthodox and the demons are fighting, it is no longer the righteous way that fights one more, but the two sides are evenly matched.

The reason is that the master Xuantian's martial arts is too high, and the number of Xuantian disciples is too large. Compared with the current top schools of Zhengdao, Wudang is comparable to Shaolin in the north and south, and the number of disciples is only around a thousand.

However, the number of followers of Xuantian Sect is in the tens of thousands. This alone is enough to make the knights of the Central Plains Zhengdao sweat.

And compared to the orthodox way, which is full of different mountains, the mountains of the Demon Dao Jianghu are relatively single. Basically, the Xuantian sect is the best.

This has also led to the fact that the various sects of the Demonic Dao are not opponents to the Xuantian Sect, but rather assistance. Compared with the Central Plains Zhengdao, which is constantly in conflict, their situation is not very good.

However, power and status are actually secondary. The most important thing is that the Xuantian Sect possesses absolute force.

Not to mention Xuantian Cult Master himself, if his two protector kings, three magic generals, and fourteen protectors are all dispatched together, the world will not be shaken, at least the world will not be peaceful.

Now, although the Xuantian Sect has suffered blows, and both the Dharma Protector and the Dharma Protectors in the sect have been damaged, but seeing each other today, the power of the other party can still be called monstrous.

After the appearance of the Xuantian leader, Shangyangzi's searching eyes kept falling on him, which made the thousand-faced Dharma king in front of him very upset.

He sneered and said, "Shangyangzi! You Wudang faction is so arrogant, you dare to fight even if the old guy Qiyunzi is not here!"

The words of Dharma King Qianmian caused everyone in Wudang to stare angrily, Shang Yangzi slightly retracted his gaze, turned to Qianmian, and said calmly, "Where is Qingping?"

"Humph!"

Dharma King Qianmian clapped his hands, and several Xuantian disciples from behind carried the pale Qingping to the front and threw him to the ground.

When Qingping saw Wudang's fellow disciple, he was a little moved, but also a little ashamed. Although he didn't speak, his yearning eyes were enough to reveal the deep emotions in his heart.

Qianmian Dharma King swept away all the Wudang people in front of him, and said with a sinister smile: "Shangyangzi, I, Xuantian Sect, always explain the rules clearly. Today we will win two out of three matches. If you win in Wudang, this person may Take it away, if you lose, then this kid will die on the spot today, I think you will have nothing to say."

Shang Yangzi frowned slightly, and did not answer, but saw the Dharma King of Thousand Faces laughing, flicking his black robe, and took the lead in sweeping to the vacated field in front, he said loudly: "Come on! Let this Dharma King meet you first How about Wudang's sword skills?"

As soon as the words fell, countless righteous knights in the field scolded and despicable. This method of fighting obviously made Wudang suffer, because the only master on their side who could hold up the scene was Shang Yangzi.

On the other side of Xuantian Sect, there is a thousand-faced Dharma King fighting against it, plus there is the Xuantian Sect Master in charge of the formation, and there are ten Dharma protectors below, no one knows whether they are strong or weak.

Once Shangyangzi draws or loses this match, it will basically mark the defeat of Wudang, because the remaining Si Luochao and Song Yangui, even they themselves know that against opponents of the level of Xuantianjiaowang, I'm afraid the odds are slim.

And even if Shang Yangzi wins this round, it's meaningless, because even if he can beat the King of Thousand Faces, he can't kill him. The Xuantian Sect is equivalent to easily replacing the strongest general in Wudang. up.

But Shang Yangzi didn't care about the tricks of King Thousand Faces, he said indifferently: "You don't need to be so troublesome, you can pick three people to go up, if the poor Taoists are defeated, then take them back to Wudang, and don't go back to Wudang again." come back."

As soon as Shang Yangzi's words came out, everyone was shocked immediately. He could not be regarded as provoking Xuantian Sect, but directly contemptuous of the other party.

Even the righteous knights who have full confidence in Shangyangzi can't help but feel drummed in their hearts at this moment. Even if this Wudang elder can defeat the thousand-faced Dharma King, there is still a Xuantian leader behind him. How dare he make a decision? Such a bet.

On the opposite side, the thousand-faced Dharma King was also confused by Shang Yangzi's words, but his brain was active, and he quickly realized that the other party had nothing to fear. Either he brought a trump card that could overturn the table, or... it was the other party. Already guessed the depth of Xuantian leader!

No matter what the situation is, Dharma King Thousand Faces is very afraid, but Shang Yangzi's indifferent performance made him dare not express his inner thoughts easily.

After thinking about it, Dharma King Qianmian turned back to look at the leader Xuantian who did not express his opinion, gritted his teeth, and said with a big smile: "Okay! Shangyangzi, you have a kind, if that's the case, then let Dharma King take a look, you Wudang Is the sword sharp enough!"

In the middle of speaking, Thousand Faces Dharma King has already made a bold move. He lifted his right palm, and the scene suddenly became turbulent, and the dirty air wave swept towards Shangyangzi. Kill towards the opposite side.

"rat!"

The thousand-faced king's sneak attack, which doesn't talk about martial arts, made the knights of the righteous way belatedly curse, but the opponent didn't pay attention at all. At this moment, he was full of satisfaction and took the opportunity to catch Yangzi and caught him off guard.

It's a pity that Dharma King Thousand Faces overestimated himself and underestimated the other party.

His sneak attack seemed to have been expected by Shang Yangzi, or the other party didn't care about his sneak attack at all.

I saw that the old Taoist turned a blind eye to the menacing Thousand-faced Dharma King, holding the sword formula with his left hand, and slightly opened his right palm. Si Luo shook the wooden box in his arms, and immediately a red glow broke free from it and swept into Shangyang hands.

"It's the Heavenly Fierce Sword!" Seeing the rumored Peerless Fierce Sword, the head of Kunlun, Yuan Muhan's breathing became rapid, and his eyes were fixed on the sword, unwilling to miss any details.

The Heavenly Fierce Sword was as pale as snow, and the blooming red glow was not the light of the sword itself, but something similar to murderous aura that diffused from Shangyangzi's true energy attached to it.

At this moment, Dharma King Thousand Faces had already rushed to the front with one arm wrapped in the torrent of turbidity.

Shang Yangzi's left finger was gesturing, while his right hand was holding the sword, with just such a light swipe, a flash of sword light exploded like a thunderbolt, and the sword energy was boundless like flying snow, and then fluttered like a maple leaf, and the red light was like fire. Burn up the muddy stream.

Dharma King Thousand Faces screamed, and his whole body was cut into two pieces. Everyone was shocked, and then the right side immediately erupted in shocking applause.

But the good times didn't last long. After Shangyangzi made a sword, his face did not show any joyful expression of victory. His eyes slowly turned to the team of Xuantianjiao, and he saw that there were more people in the crowd. A man in a black robe wearing a pale mask.

"What's going on, why are there two thousand-faced Dharma Kings?!"

"It's not right, everyone, look at the corpse on the ground!"

The knights of the righteous way kept exclaiming, and everyone looked at the corpse on the ground that was separated from top to bottom, and suddenly found that after the mask on his face slowly fell off, the real body hidden behind it turned out to be a woman.

Master Lingwu of Northern Shaolin said Amitabha, and explained to everyone: "The Dharma King with thousands of faces has thousands of people and faces, and he is proficient in the method of substitutes. It may be extremely difficult to defeat the enemy with one move."

Shangyangzi stood holding the sword, his face remained unchanged, as if his heart was still like water, while the thousand-faced Dharma King, although he avoided the sword in a strange way that others could not understand, seemed a little out of breath.

"Damn Shangyangzi! You fake Taoist priest! You have killed countless people with that fierce sword, and you still want to call yourself a righteous knight, I'm sorry!"

While cursing, Dharma King Qianmian performed his martial arts again, his body was like lightning, he stepped forward from the air, his palm set off thousands of waves, and he attacked again.

Shangyangzi raised his eyes slightly, and the Sky Fierce Sword slashed upwards with a red arc of light. The Thousand-faced Dharma King gave a strange cry, and his body exploded, turning into several pieces and falling to the ground.

Many people felt sick when they saw this scene, and the knights of the righteous way also frowned at this. Although Shangyangzi killed the people of the devil way with his sword out of righteousness, this sword technique is too harsh.

"Old guy, I want to see how many times you can kill me!"

Unsurprisingly, another thousand-faced Dharma King appeared in the crowd. He attacked Shangyangzi again with the same method, and was killed by the opponent again.

And from this moment on, the ensuing battles became more and more bizarre. Thousand-faced Dharma King's doubles kept dying, and there were more and more mutilated corpses under Shangyangzi's feet.

Finally, when he beheaded Qianmian for the tenth time, Shang Yangzi finally frowned, and said in a cold tone, "Qianmian, what are you delaying?"

Dharma King Qianmian froze for a moment, then sneered, and came to face Shangyangzi's sword light again regardless.

After Shang Yangzi beheaded the thousand-faced Dharma King with ease, his brows became more and more frowned, his eyes moved forward slightly, passed over the expressionless Xuantian Sect members, and landed on the Xuantian Sect Master sitting in the sedan chair .

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Shang Yangzi's complexion suddenly darkened. He looked at the Thousand Faced Dharma King who had appeared again. Suddenly, the blade of his sword deflected and brushed past the opponent's shoulder. The arrow of the string passed the opponent, and plundered towards the sedan chair.

"What? Not good!"

After Shang Yangzi passed in front of him, Dharma King Thousand Faces was startled suddenly, and when he looked back to see the opponent's actions clearly, he shouted pretending to be panicked, but in fact the corners of his mouth under the mask showed a smug smile.

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Shang Yangzi slashed at the Xuantian leader with a sword, and none of the ten guardians had time to return to defense. Seeing that the snow-white sword energy was gradually soaked in bright red with murderous intent, it was about to fall on the top of the head , Master Xuantian finally moved.

But to the astonishment of the knights of the righteous way, the sword light flashed by, and the black robe of the Xuantian leader was shaken to pieces, and the figure revealed under it was a half-naked Fanbang monk with scriptures tattooed on his face and chest. .

"My Lord have mercy."

The monk sighed, and the purple-gold light wheel suddenly appeared, and the old hands condensed a terrifying light to meet the sword light.