This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 890 Two Thousand Faces
In the eyes of the world, when it comes to force, neither the Xiaoyao Sect nor the Qingcheng Sect are the opponents of the Xuantian Sect. Even now that a protector king has been defeated, the power of the Xuantian Sect is still desperately strong.

But if someone had to choose whether to offend the Xiaoyao Sect of the Qingcheng Sect or the Xuantian Sect, most of them would choose the latter.

Because no matter how powerful the latter is, the way of magic is not monolithic, and it is impossible for the other party to act recklessly in the huge Central Plains. In a word, no matter how strong the Xuantian Sect is, it will only fight alone.

However, the Xiaoyao Sect of the Qingcheng School is different. Both of them are from Taoist sects, and they are inextricably linked with various sects and sects of Zhengdao Jianghu. The intricate network makes it easy for them to influence the whole body.

Even Jin Yiwei, when dealing with these big and deep-rooted sects, was cautious, fearing that they would accidentally poke a beehive and make the crowd raging.

Therefore, there is no problem for Wen Chenyang to choose the relatively soft persimmon of the King of Thousand Faces. The internal problems of the orthodox way are always cut and messed up. die each other.

It involves the issue between the two factions of the Shangguan family and the Qingcheng faction. No matter how wrong Tianquan is, only the Qingcheng faction can punish him. It's just a slap in the face, forcing the two families to fight against each other.

The aggrieved Wen Shenyang can only vent his anger on the thousand-faced Dharma King first.

And the thousand-faced Dharma King, who was suddenly beaten by someone, was also very depressed, especially when he saw Wen Chenyang, he tried his best to sarcasm: "It's you, the watchdog, who spoiled my good deeds again! "

Wen Shenyang's martial arts is indeed high-strength. In terms of brute force, Gongsun Huan is no match for him, and he doesn't need to fight for such an outsider with the power he has cultivated for a long time.

But compared to Gongsun Huan, who wanted to fight a war of words, Wen Shenyang's attitude was much more straightforward. He knocked all the black-clothed swordsmen away with a stick, and pointed at the Thousand-faced Dharma King from a distance, taunting: "The people of Xuantian Sect , is that the only thing you can do?"

Gongsun Huan's masked face was gloomy. It's not that he is incapable of killing this reckless man, but he really hates being used as a pawn.

The master of Shangguan's family is still on the way, but Wen Shenyang is single-handed, but every time he can accurately block his only way. If there is no plan by the kid from the Xiaoyao Sect, Gongsun Huan will never believe it.

"The younger generation, who can only hide their heads and show their tails, dare to step forward and fight me?"

Wen Chenyang yelled loudly, and swung the iron rod like a whip in his hand, knocking three or five black-clothed swordsmen to the ground in a blink of an eye. One stick rolled up dust waves and swayed high, forcing all the swordsmen around to retreat in a blink of an eye.

Under the black robe, Gongsun Huan held a pair of silver needles between his fingers and played with them. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone was even less warm: "Very well, since you want to die, then this Dharma protector will fulfill you." .”

"Ok?"

Hearing Gongsun Huan's words, Wen Chenyang suddenly had an alarm bell in his heart, and soon his premonition became a reality. More than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen around him made a comeback, and they were knocked down by his old trick again, but the indomitable iron The stick, but was stopped by life at the last moment.

An ordinary black-clothed swordsman grabbed his iron rod with one hand, with such strength that Wen Chenyang couldn't pull it back.

Between surprise and doubt, I saw the black-clothed swordsman slowly raised his head, and a pale mask came into view. From under the mask, there was a burst of sinister laughter like the wind of nine ghosts, which immediately caused the surrounding temperature to drop several times. levels.

"Hero Wen, long time no see."

The man held an old voice, and his tone was so gloomy that Wen Shenyang was startled and angry: "You—— Qianmian! So you've come a long time ago!"

Yes, this masked man with a treacherous laugh is the thousand-faced Dharma King who is not weak in martial arts and is a top master of righteousness that most people in the world are familiar with.

In the early years, Wen Shenyang also fought against the Thousand Faces King several times, so he naturally recognized this familiar old opponent immediately.

Wen Chenyang didn't dare to be negligent, he stomped on the ground and shattered the ground, the true energy from his body erupted like a volcano, and merged into the iron rod to make it shine brilliantly.

Thousand Faces Dharma King let out a sinister laugh, and let go of the hand holding the iron rod, and then a stream of mud-like true energy surged from his feet, causing his black robe to stand upright, and the true energy turned into A huge sludge dragon roared and soared into the sky, and immediately fell on Wen Shenyang's head like a meteor.

"drink!"

Wen Shenyang yelled angrily, and the iron rod flew like a psychic, and he saw him piercing the dragon's mouth like a sharp arrow, sprinting left and right, tearing the dragon apart.

Wen Chenyang's zhenqi surged all over his body, and the clothes on his arms were all torn and shredded. With a roar that shook the sky, he struck down with a stick like a roar of thunder, and amidst the gusts of wind, the zhenqi surged like lightning Thunder, Thousand Faces Dharma King was instantly torn apart by this blow.

The black robe was torn apart by the wild wolf, and the pale mask flew up into the sky, and then slowly fell from the sky. The blood-stained mask seemed to be mocking Wen Shenyang's wasted effort.

The wind and the waves were not calm, another black-clothed swordsman suddenly attacked Wen Chenyang's back, and was blocked by his horizontal stick. When the man raised his head again, another pale mask came into view.

"Wen Daxia, this stick is terrible, it hurts me so much." Thousand Faces Dharma King said with a bit of yin and yang, holding a ball of filthy Qi in his palm, and blasting towards the opposite door.

Wen Chenyang lowered his waist to barely dodge, and with his stick on the ground, his legs were like a rabbit kicking an eagle, and he stepped hard on the chest of the thousand-faced Dharma king.

The two parted again, and the blood flowed profusely under the mask of the Thousand-Faced Dharma King, but his tone was calm and chilling: "Haha, it seems that Hero Wen's bravery is not as good as it used to be."

Seeing Thousand Faces Dharma King's ease, Wen Shenyang's heart sank completely. He didn't intentionally leave room for his attack just now, but even so, he finally missed the auxiliary vehicle once he used it.

The strange martial arts of the Thousand Faces Dharma King does not know which sect or sect he learned from. Wen Shenyang has no doubt at all that any man in black present may be the clone of the other party, but the terrible thing is that he can't tell who it is at all. Who is true?

The man in black in front of him suddenly vomited blood, then fell to the ground convulsing and died. Another swordsman in black put on a pale mask and walked slowly towards Wen Shenyang.

"It seems that you have been a dog for Shangguan Shaoqin these years, it is really a waste of time," Qianmian Dharma King jokingly said: "Hero Wen, why don't you come back to Xuantian Sect with me, we can give you all the glory and wealth you want. you."

"Hmph! Brother Shangguan's high righteousness, how can you and other sneaky people talk about it!" Wen Chenyang scolded angrily.

"Gao Yi? Haha——a joke!"

Dharma King Qianmian supported his forehead and shook his head, and couldn't help but sneer and say: "What kind of good thing is it for you to become Shangguan Shaoqin, what kind of virtue is Meng Yuan, and what kind of virtue is Qiu Qingyun, if he is not a fellow, how can he have the ability to Take the relationship between these two guys."

Saying that, the Thousand-Mian Dharma King breathed a sigh of relief, and sneered coldly: "Don't you have any doubts about what happened back then? You were imprisoned in front of you, and his hands and eyes were in the back. If it hadn't been for a back hand, how could it be so timely? Daxia Wen, be careful of paying with your heart.”

"Shut up!" Wen Shenyang was furious, picked up the stick and fought with the opponent again.

(End of this chapter)