This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 764
The arrival of the Qingcheng faction gave the heroes of the righteous way a chance to take a breather, and let everyone see the hope of victory, but the key to this battle is still Shangyangzi.

At this moment, the Fanbang Buddhist formation of 11 people trapped Shangyangzi. Among them, the great monk with strange martial arts was still fighting against Shangyangzi, maintaining a posture of not being weak.

But what is more strange is that in the formation, not only Shangyangzi who was trapped was sinking like water, but also the monk who had completed the set goal was also frowning.

"Amitabha."

The monk and Shang Yangzi faced each other, and they competed with each other in internal strength, so they were deadlocked in one place. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he said to the other party: "The poor monk is entrusted by others, there is nothing he can do, please ask the Taoist priest to give more help." Forgiveness is."

These words seem to be too complacent, but the bitterness on the monk's face does not seem to be fake, for a while, people can't guess what the other party means.

On the other hand, Shang Yangzi had a calm face, making it impossible to see his anger or joy. He said, "Master helped the tyrant to abuse and killed my Taoist disciples. Isn't it too late to ask for mercy now?"

Fan Monk lowered his eyebrows, and said pointedly: "This formation can trap tigers and leopards, but it is difficult to lock black dragons. My family's talents are withered. I beseech the Taoist priest to show mercy. This misunderstanding will definitely be rewarded with a heavy gift in the future as apology."

Shang Yangzi glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Master thinks highly of Pindao so much, it's flattering for Pindao."

Regarding this, Fan Seng smiled wryly and said: "Why should the Taoist priest apologize, half of your martial arts are above swordsmanship, but at this moment you are fighting with the old monk for internal strength, isn't it?"

This monk may be blind, but he is not blind. Shangyangzi is famous for his powerful swordsmanship, but at this moment he is fighting with him for his internal strength. Isn't this a joke?

There is only one thing that the fan monk is also puzzled in his heart, that is, when the thousand-faced Dharma King slaughtered the Wudang disciples just now, the great elder showed anger, but he never showed his strength to fight.

At this moment, as if he had guessed what Fan Seng was thinking, Shang Yangzi glanced at the Xuantian disciples who appeared behind him, and finally sighed quietly.

"It seems that what Pindao expected is not bad, old ghost Xuantian, indeed something went wrong."

He sighed, and immediately reversed his palm force, shaking the monk away, and he also stepped back, the two of them were not far apart, and the monk's heart was shaken immediately.

One could see Shang Yangzi's left hand turned palms into finger formulas, and the Heavenly Fiend Sword in his right hand was slowly lifted up, a murderous aura suddenly appeared, like the cold winter wind, which made the monk tremble all over.

"The Bodhisattva of Great Mercy and Great Compassion."

Turning over and clasping hands together, the purple-gold light wheel around his body spun rapidly, and the light bloomed like a rising purple sun, and the waves were like waves hitting the shore, rolling towards Shangyangzi.

Shangyangzi was as tall as a mountain, standing proudly and still, holding the Heavenly Fiend Sword in his hand to the level of his shoulders, when he turned it over, the light around him suddenly disappeared, and the purple-gold light seemed to be a rag that had lost its brilliance, becoming dim and ugly.

The monks were terrified, and the foreign monk who was facing Shangyangzi couldn't help but stare round, and suddenly——in the dark formation, a rolling red light gradually bloomed.

As if the fire was flying in the sky that day, Shangyangzi moved forward, and the long sword in his hand slashed down. The light and shadow of the sword fell slowly like maple leaves, and turned into a sea of ​​flames in an instant.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the sword energy flew out in all directions like burning arrows, easily smashing the colorless light curtain, and then one after another, the monks rolled their eyes and fell to the ground. rise.

Shang Yangzi placed the Heavenly Fiend Sword in front of his chest, stabbed upwards slightly with the edge of the sword, the flying red light froze suddenly, and then poured into the sword as if returning to its nest, instantly filled the sky with red light and murderous aura .

Both the good and the devil in the chaotic battle were stunned by this scene. The thousand-faced Dharma King gritted his teeth and cursed a lunatic, and then fled thousands of miles away without looking back.

"Flee!" Some Xuantian Sect protector shouted this sentence, and the Xuantian Sect in the surrounding battle immediately withdrew, and the speed was so fast that people couldn't laugh or cry.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, a murderous aura shrouded Shangyangzi, and even the Wudang disciples of the same school were very uncomfortable at the moment.

The majestic power emanating from Shangyangzi's body was visible to the naked eye. He was a pillar of the sky in a dignified way, and the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood on his body was actually a hundred times stronger than that evil villain who killed nothing.

Seeing this scene, the fan monk's eyes were dull, and he murmured Fanbang words that others could not understand. At this moment, Shangyangzi was like a beast showing its fangs. Almost exhausted all his strength.

"That's it."

Shangyangzi sighed self-consciously, the Heavenly Fierce Sword fell far away, and the killing red light showed a very strange picture of Tai Chi from under his feet for a moment.

The black and white Taiji diagram was infested by the red awn, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an intertwined white and blood red. The hovering Taiji diagram made an extremely unstable sound of shattering.

As the fierce sword slashed down that day, the Taiji diagram shattered into sword flowers all over the sky with a crack, like a swirling red snow, and the monk froze in it, and was cut off in the blink of an eye.

The aftermath of the sword energy continued to spread backwards, and the Xuantian Cultists who had no time to escape, even had no time to scream, were engulfed by the red snow and turned into speechless corpses.

The majesty of the sword made the Xuantian Sect's momentum disappear, and after the red snow, the dead body in the end sprayed out blood mist again, making this green forest look like the maple shadow in late autumn, extremely beautiful and poignant.

Shang Yangzi put his sword back into its sheath, killed everyone who should be killed by this sword, and ran away who didn't kill, he turned and passed among the heroes, until now, no one came back to his senses and looked at the sword in front of him. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva at the scene of hell.

What's more, people like Yuan Muhan and the others, looking at Shang Yangzi, would wonder if this Taoist priest also practiced some kind of demonic martial arts, but at a glance, the other party's eyes are so clear that even the blood-colored purgatory in front of him can't stand it. Unable to invade.

"Uncle Master."

Song Yangui and Si Luochao came forward to meet them, both of them had expressions of shame on their faces. Although these Wudang disciples were not slaughtered because of the timely rescue from the Qingcheng Sect, there were still many seriously injured.

"Take Qingping, let's go back." After Shang Yangzi ordered lightly, he left first.

After the first battle just now, the Xuantian Sect had no time to take care of Qingping, so the Wudang Sect had achieved their goal this time.

Si Luochao and Song Yangui did not hesitate, one greeted and thanked the knights, and the other quickly organized the team and left.

They all knew in their hearts that Shangyangzi's situation was not as good as it appeared, because the sword that the opponent just made was not the Shenxiao Sword Art that he majored in, but an extremely unpopular sword technique in the Wudang School——

Tai Chi Qingling Sword.

This sword technique is very complicated and its power is quite limited, so most Wudang disciples keep it at a respectful distance.

Only they, as the Seven Masters of Wudang, can know some inside stories, such as the unique strength of this sword technique, or, master Qi Yunzi and uncle Shangyangzi have warned them that this sword technique cannot be used. Continuous use, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Although the two of them didn't know the frightening aspect of this sword technique, after seeing Shangyangzi perform it once with their own eyes, they no longer have any doubts in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)