Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 96 Dongfang Jing's Mortal Kendo
Play a thousand songs and then make a sound.

Watch a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon.

Tao Yun sent Zhang Li's sword manual, which showed the essence of his swordsmanship.

The combination of the two phases is what a kendo practitioner who loves the sword has cultivated all his life.

This is also the only thing Tao Yun can offer.

Perhaps it is not worth mentioning in front of outsiders.

But it was Tao Yun's most precious thing in his life.

The obsession in this life is gathered in the sword.

Tao Yun's body was somewhat gloomy.

It's not that Zhu Yunshan turned into a body of spirit and soul like Zhu Yunshan, but that all the blood in his body was burned, leaving only weak strength to support him.

Looking at Zhang Li, Tao Yun's eyes brightened.

"Okay," Zhang Li nodded, "I agree."

Hearing Zhang Li agree, Tao Yun showed a smile on his face.

He turned his head and his eyes fell on Shen Yuan who was far behind him.

"Boy, what about my Immortal Sword?"

Tao Yun spoke loudly.

Shen Yuan nodded heavily.

Tao Yun turned his head to look around, then laughed, his whole body slowly dissipated.

Mortals return to the dust, while cultivators burn all their qi, blood and essence, and return their bodies to heaven and earth.

The dissipated power of true essence triggered a faint wind volume, and then drifted away without a trace.

"Dang--"

The long sword fell to the ground, crying softly.

As a sword cultivator, if the sword falls, life and death will be seen.

Zhang Li looked at the long sword on the ground, with no sadness or joy on his face, and a little more understanding in his heart.

For a sword cultivator, besides life and death, being able to love the sword, and ending with the sword, is also a kind of good ending.

This is practice.

Practice, cultivate the mind, and cultivate the sword.

Tao Yun is just an ordinary immortal cultivator with low qualifications who was abandoned because of his obsession with swordsmanship.

There are countless people like him in the practice world.

This is the appearance of sentient beings in the world of practice.

Although ordinary, it is fierce.

"Shen Yuan, bring your master's sword and follow me to Jingyuan Temple." Zhang Li raised his head and spoke loudly.

His voice spread across the square, and those black armored soldiers looked at each other, not knowing whether to step forward to stop Shen Yuan who was striding forward, or let Shen Yuan go.

In the distance, Huang Xianyu on the attic frowned.

Beside him, Gongsun Jiu also looked slightly solemn.

"Old Huang, why does this situation mean to lure this Thunder Immortal Master into a trap?"

Standing on the attic, it can be seen that in the surrounding streets and alleys, sergeants in black armor gather.

This is clearly to encircle and fight.

But with these soldiers, can a great master be besieged?
This is death.

"As long as he makes a move, he can trigger God's will." On the top of a tall building in the distance, the old man in black robes stood leaning on a railing and said coldly.

Zhao Yubing, the Great Elder of the Enshrining Hall of the Royal Family of Zhao State, a strong master in the Grand Master Realm.

"Brother Chu is still satisfied with my gift?" Zhao Yubing turned his head and looked at the green robed old man with a tense face and clenched fists.

Chu Nanhe, a master Qi refiner from the East China Sea.

Zhang Li made a move, borrowing the power of the law of heaven, thundered for hundreds of miles, and killed thirteen Qi refiners with one blow, only Chu Nanhe was not in Yunji Mountain at that time, and escaped.

Chu Nanhe vowed to kill Immortal Master Jingyuanguan Lei Ting, who took the initiative to kill the Qi Refiner.

It's just that he also knows that he is definitely not the opponent of this immortal strongman who can arouse the power of thunder.

Fortunately, Zhao Yubing, the elder of the worship hall, was willing to help him out.

"As long as he violates the will of God and meddles in the general situation of the mortal world, he will no longer have the ability to use the sky to punish him." Zhao Yubing said softly.

Hearing his words, Chu Nanhe's eyes showed killing intent, and he shouted in a cold voice: "If there is no blessing from heaven, I, Chu Nanhe, would kill him like a dog!"

Keeping his gaze fixed on Zhang Li on the long street, the energy, blood and true energy in his body were slowly mobilized, and a faint murderous intent enveloped Zhang Li's body.

On the long street, Shen Yuan had already walked in front of Zhang Li, bent down, and held Tao Yun's long sword with both hands.

With a look of grief on his face, he looked at Zhang Li.

"Brother Tao asked you to practice with me." Zhang Li said lightly, "I don't accept disciples, but I can teach on behalf of Brother Tao."

Shen Yuan pondered for a while, took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and said in a low voice: "Shen Yuan has seen Master Zhang."

If you are not a master, you have the righteousness of a teacher.

Zhang Li nodded, turned around, and walked back.

"Hula-"

The soldiers who had gathered in the alley behind Zhang Li all backed away in panic.

In Jingyuan Temple, the Immortal Master of Thunder is acting on behalf of heaven and earth to carry out thunder and punishment. Can such a person be stopped by his mortal body of flesh and blood?
In an instant, there was a space in front of Zhang Li.

It's just that in the distance, soldiers are still assembled to block the road.

Zhang Li walked forward, Yu Mengmeng, who had originally followed him, followed quietly, and Shen Yuan, who was holding a long sword, lowered his head and followed step by step.

Zhang Li marched ten feet forward, and the soldiers in front had no way to retreat.

The road is blocked.

In front of Zhang Li was a group of soldiers with pale faces and trembling legs.

They didn't dare to point their swords and guns at Zhang Li, they could only hold them tightly and put away the sharp edges.

"Mr. Zhang can go, those who participated in the Yongzhou rebellion, stay."

In the distance, there was a shout.

Shen Yuan, who was holding the long sword, trembled all over.

On the attic in the distance, Huang Xianyu and Gongsun Jiu stared fixedly.

At this moment, it depends on how Jing Yuanguan, the Thunder Immortal Master, responds!

If he disobeyed the military order and shot at the soldiers blocking the way, he would be violating the rules of heaven.

At that time, it was to participate in the change of dynasty as a great master, and life and death depended on God's will.

If Immortal Master Thunder retreated before the military order today, the majesty that people dare not face will be lost in the future.

What about the Great Master?
So what about punishment on behalf of heaven?
Didn't he give way in front of the army?

"This is a conspiracy, and it's also a conspiracy." Huang Xianyu said in a low voice with a sullen face.

Whether he is good or Gongsun Jiu, now that he is in Luojing, he dare not make a move because he is afraid of being involved in a dispute over the imperial power.

This is the general situation of Zhao State, if the great master dares to participate, it will inevitably lead to the coming of the rules of heaven, and then he can only coerce into it and struggle for his life.

From ancient times to the present, there are very few great masters who are not in the general situation but involved in the dispute of the general situation, and there are very few who can end well.

In the distance, Zhao Yubing was smiling.

Beside him, Chu Nanhe's vital energy, blood and essence had gathered, and behind him turned into a faint cyan anaconda phantom.

On the long street, Yu Mengmeng showed a nervous look on his face.

Shen Yuan held the long sword in his hand, and said softly: "Master Zhang, Shen Yuan has no chance to practice under Master Zhang's seat in this life. It is enough to see Master Tao's immortal swordsmanship today."

He clenched the hilt tightly and slowly raised the long sword, the edge of the sword was clear.

Zhang Li didn't speak.

There was a faint light of thunder shining on him.

Whether it is a conspiracy or a conspiracy.

Can it really stop his pace?
Bind him by God's will?

People like Fanchen don't know that immortal practitioners have always practiced against the sky.

In the practice world, the way of heaven has already collapsed.

Practitioners of the immortal way have no respect for the way of heaven in their bones.

He, Zhang Li, just tasted the sweetness of cultivating in accordance with the sky, and was willing to borrow the power of heaven to practice.

It doesn't mean that Zhang Li will be bound by the rules of heaven, and will be calculated by others.

From the beginning to the end, he Zhang Li only regarded the mortal world and the heaven as a cooperative existence.

Besides, is it really a violation of God's will to enter the mortal world's general battle?
"Since Shen Yuan is a disciple of Mr. Tao, and he worships and practices under Mr. Jing Yuan Guanzhang, he is a person in the immortal way and will not be under the control of my secular court."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

The voice is clear and clear, but it reveals an unquestionable majesty.

"The prisoner in the Yongzhou rebellion case has not been tried by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the case has not been completed. Outsiders are not allowed to interrogate."

The voice sounded again.

"Zhao Chen, Minister of the Ministry of War, and Xu Ji, the head of the Department of Operations of the Ministry of War, privately dispatched troops. It was like a rebellion, and they were taken to prison."

When the voice sounded again, they were named, and the faces of the two military officials standing in front of the prison turned pale instantly.

"The leader of the Habayashi guards, Zhang Chiyu, and Zhao Mingjue left his post without permission. He is responsible for eighty, and he will be dismissed for investigation."

The two generals behind those black armored soldiers trembled and turned around quickly, looking at the tall buildings in the distance.

"Dongfang Mirror!" Zhao Yubing on the tall building gritted his teeth and shouted.

He had already introduced Immortal Master Jing Yuanguan Lei Ting into the game, but at this time, Dongfang Jing unexpectedly intervened.

"Dongfang Jing, as the Prime Minister of the State of Zhao, you should act fairly and not favoritism. If you let go of the repeat offender in the Yongzhou case at this time, don't you take my Zhao State's laws into consideration?" Zhao Yubing flew up and landed on the ground. On top of the eaves of a minaret.

He looked at the oriental mirror standing on the balcony, his eyes were stern.

Oriental mirror.

Zhao Guoguo, a scholar with a sword.

At this time, Dongfang Jing in the green robe and long sleeves stood on the terrace, slowly turned his head, and looked at Zhao Yubing, who was full of stern expressions.

"You come to me and talk a hundred feet away."

Zhao Yubing was taken aback.

Seeing Huang Xianyu in the distance, Gongsun Jiu was also embarrassed.

"Come a hundred feet in front of me, and I'll let Mr. Zhang see what is called Mortal Sword Dao."

Dongfang Jing's voice sounded again.

"Pfft—" Yu Mengmeng, who was following Zhang Li, covered her face and laughed.

My uncle, who was serious and put on airs all the time, actually said such quack-like words.

Doesn't this mean that if you get closer, I'll hit you with flowers all over your face?

Be it Huang Xianyu or Gongsunjiu, there was a look of astonishment on their faces.

Dongfang Jing has been Zhao Guoguo's prime minister for a long time, and outsiders have almost forgotten his innate identity of being invincible in seven steps and master of swordsmanship.

Zhao Yubing's face was extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.

A hundred years ago, he saw Dongfang Jing make a move.

Even after a hundred years, he did not dare to say that he could catch that murderous Ling Ran's sword.

He stood there, unable to advance or retreat.

If it wasn't for the fact that Zhao Guo's situation was uncertain, he would directly smash Dongfang Jing's demon cultivating at this time, and let Dongfang Jing die before the world's great masters.

"Dongfang Jing, if you intervene today, you should know that the new emperor ascends the throne and the situation of the country changes. You are afraid that you will not end well."

Looking at Dongfang Jing, Zhao Yubing shouted in a low voice.

"The new emperor? Abandon the crown prince?" Dongfang Jing shook his head with a look of disdain on his face, "The imperial edict for passing on the throne needs to be written by His Majesty, and the imperial seal is used to sign it in person."

"If the truth doesn't nod, and His Majesty doesn't write, how can Zhao Guo get a new emperor?"

"One of your military edicts came out of Luojing. Isn't Dongfang Jing's century-old prime minister for nothing?"

Looking at Zhao Yubing, Dongfang Jing's voice resounded: "If you don't want to be the great elder of the enshrinement hall, you must be a rebellious minister and a traitor. Really, stupid."

madness.

In front of countless soldiers and powerful people from all sides, he was pointed at the nose and called stupid.

This is to tear off the face of a great master!

Zhang Li stood on the street and looked at the Oriental Mirror standing on the terrace.

This Eastern Prime Minister is not only strong in swordsmanship, but also sharp words.

It is more like a scholar's sword than a scholar's sword!
"Brother Zhao, this person is rude, I'll take care of it." Behind Zhao Yubing came a loud shout.

A gust of wind whipped up mighty clouds and waves, and rushed towards the terrace where Dongfang Jing was located.

Chu Nanhe is the strongest among the Qi refiners in the East China Sea.

Just because he didn't dare to face Immortal Master Thunder, doesn't mean he didn't dare to attack a mortal master.

Grandmaster, that's all.

In Zhang Li's eyes, a phantom stepped over a thousand feet and punched Dongfang Jing directly.

This method of attracting the wind and gathering the momentum of the clouds is exactly the characteristic of the Qi refiners, who cultivate their muscles and bones internally and move the wind and clouds externally.

It's not the pure body training style that Zhu Yunshan said.

"This punch, not many in the Great Master Realm can catch it." Looking at the powerful blow, Gongsun Jiu whispered softly, clenched his palms involuntarily.

"Outsiders can't catch it, but Dongfang Jing will definitely be able to catch it." Huang Xianyu said in a low voice, with an indescribable brilliance in her eyes.

"Within seven steps."

Following Huang Xianyu's words, a cold sword light suddenly appeared in front of Dongfang Jing.

It was a short sword.

It can only be called a dagger.

The sword is no more than one foot long, and the edge of the sword shines with cold light.

Gentleman Hidden Sword.

Dongfang Jing slowly reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and then took a step forward.

These actions are actually extremely fast.

But in the eyes of everyone, it is clearly a step by step, and the movements are stretched.

Dongfang Jing took three steps in a row, but the figure who punched him only entered half a foot.

Dongfang Jing raised his hand, slashed the dagger on the front of the fist, and a stream of blood burst out instantly.

Raising his hand again, the two figures intertwined, and the short sword slid across the armpits of the black-robed figure, bringing up a cloud of blood.

"Bam—"

Chu Nanhe's figure smashed through the eaves behind the terrace, and then smashed down a piece of broken tiles.

With a pale face, he fell on the bluestone road below, smashing a stone slab.

"If someone is within seven steps of my Eastern Mirror, you are stupider than Zhao Yubing."

Dongfang Jing's voice sounded, and the dagger in his hand had been received somewhere.

Chu Nanhe stood there with a changing face, but he didn't dare to refute.

He was afraid.

If the sword just made another point, it might be able to pierce his heart directly.

He can still stand here, Dongfang Jing kept his hand.

Dongfang Jing, how could it be so strong?

A mortal master, that's all...

"Mr. Zhang, how is my mundane swordsmanship?" Dongfang Jing turned his head and looked at Zhang Li.

how is it?

The sword is very sharp.

Swordsmanship is also fierce.

Within seven steps, the sword technique and the body technique are in harmony, and the speed is increased to the extreme. Coupled with the suppression of Dongfang Jing's tyrannical spirit power, it is indeed difficult to rival the Grand Master.

This time Zhang Li saw it clearly.

Dongfang Jing is not only strong in the sword, but also in the cultivation of the soul.

This is the true secret of his seven-step invincibility.

The power of the soul turns into layers of invisible obstacles, and the opponent enters the body with seven steps, and every time he advances, he feels as if he is stuck in a quagmire without knowing it.

Conversely, with the help of the opponent to pull the power of the soul, Dongfang Jing can be faster.

This is the wonderful use of the power of the soul.

A mortal sword cultivator has such a strong soul, and he is able to use the power of this soul skillfully.

That's great.

It's a pity that the lethality is a little weaker.

It's not that Dongfang Jing didn't kill Chu Nanhe, it couldn't.

Another point of his sword, Chu Nanhe's life is in danger, when his own potential is stimulated, he can break the suppression of the soul and fight back desperately.

A great master, a strong Qi refiner, stood on the roof and fell into the dust.

Everyone looked at the oriental mirror on the terrace, feeling extremely emotional in their hearts.

Zhao Guoguo, who has been famous for a hundred years, entered the Eastern Mirror with a sword.

With one strike, the two great masters dare not raise their heads!

This is the real peerless powerhouse!
"Dongfang Jing, you have interfered with the affairs of Zhao's royal family and messed up with the Luojing demon. You have already fallen into the devil's way."

"Today, the poor monk is going to subdue the demons and transform you to the Xuankong Temple to practice."

"Everyone, if you don't make a move today, when will you wait?"

With a low shout, a skinny old monk in a red cassock came slowly with fourteen yellow-clothed monks around him.

Xuankong Temple presides over Kongwen, Grand Master!
On the other side of the roof, there was an old man carrying a wooden box, and a big man in military uniform, his aura turned into a column of smoke.

All are great masters!
The expression on Zhao Yubing's face changed, and finally he smiled: "Everyone, it's the right time to subdue demons and demons!"

Huang Xianyu and Gongsun Jiu on the attic in the distance looked at each other with gloomy expressions.

Behind Zhang Li, Yu Mengmeng looked up nervously at Dongfang Jing, and then turned to look at Zhang Li in front of him.

Zhang Li raised his hand, endless lightning gathered.

"You can fight if you want, but don't stay in Luojing City."

"If not, let's talk about it after carrying the thunder in my palm."

(End of this chapter)