Invincible at the beginning: I seek the world in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 53, Trying the Sword Tianwang

"Amitabha, the little monk Tian Moluo, the ascetic monk in the Western Regions, I have seen three martial arts masters." The monk put his hands together and spoke fluently in the Central Plains.

The missionary in red said, "May the Lord bless you, you can call me—Joe."

"Tuoba Nutian!" shouted the knife wielder.

Tian Moluo took a step forward, "The three are all top figures in the martial arts world, why ambushed us here today?"

"Aren't we fighting openly?" Jiang Wangsheng said to himself.

Tian Moluo chuckled, "We are invited by Emperor Beili Tianwu to come to the Central Plains. I don't do it for fame and fortune, but to spread the Buddhadharma."

"Me too, we want the Lord to save more poor people." Joe spoke poor Central Plains dialect.

Tuoba Nutian snorted coldly, "I heard that there is a sword god in your middle, let him compete with me, let the world know who is respected in the Dao of the sword."

"The three of us don't want to kill, as long as you return the same way, we will never make a move." Wan Gu Changkong said.

After he finished speaking, the white ape beside him roared.

Tian Moluo said: "The three gods are world-class, why don't you serve Beili together with us, and then Beili will rule the world and make the people peaceful and happy."

"Do you want the people to be peaceful and happy, or do you, Xirong, want to swallow my luck in the Central Plains?" Mu Mingkong asked loudly.

"This statement is wrong. Beili has the potential to become a dragon, and he will definitely be able to rule the world. The world will soon be united, so how can luck come from the Chinese and Western?" Tian Moluo laughed.

"Smart words."

Jiang Wangsheng said: "You have also stepped into this realm. We are very clear about your luck. The reason why you only have three innate masters in the Jianghu of the Western Regions is because of the small number of people and the lack of luck."

Qiao stepped forward, "My good brother, you actually know this secret. The Central Plains is rich and fertile, and it is a rare place in the world, but it is a pity that years of wars have caused the fortune to wither, so only nine innate masters have emerged."

"But my lord has great magic power, which can save the world from fire and water, and make luck more prosperous."

"In the past, Emperor Zhou sent monks to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers to the Western Regions to learn Buddhist scriptures. This made the Buddhism in the Central Plains flourish and the people live in harmony."

"Now, we take the initiative to come here to exchange Buddhism in order to make Buddhism go a step further. If you obstruct it, it is not in line with the etiquette and law of the Central Plains?" Tian Moluo asked.

"Today is different from the past. Back then, our Central Plains were united and our luck was prosperous. Now, you are just looking at the disputes between the three kingdoms in our Central Plains, trying to get a share of the pie." Mu Mingkong said slowly.

"Shame on your face!" Tuoba Nutian let out a long roar, and the silver moon scimitar released the blade, turning into a blue crescent moon, faintly looking like a real crescent moon.

"I'm coming!" Wan Gu Changkong fought him with an iron bar.

Ping-pong-pong, sparks flying, infuriating collision
The air is torn and airtight, the heavy snow dare not approach, and the breeze hastily avoids it.

"Amitabha, since you are stubborn, I offended you." Tian Moluo opened and closed his palms, like Avalokitesvara, and looked at the two people in front of him.

"This white-haired old man is burly and full of energy and blood. He must be the Martial Saint that those people talked about."

He looked at the young man holding the jade flute again, and said in his heart: "Just now he used the jade flute to control the thunder, and he was as strong as Si, but he must have spent most of his true energy."

Thinking of this, he flew towards Jiang Wangsheng.

Qiao performed a special etiquette, put his fingers together, aroused the power of the sword, and six golden swords suddenly formed, and attacked Mu Mingkong.

Jiang Wangsheng clasped the Xiao's hand behind his back, and clasped his palms together, wanting to see the skills of this foreign monk.

Although he is not good at boxing and foot kung fu, all magic comes from the same source. When he is psychic in swordsmanship, a punch, a kick, a leg, and a palm can all be used as a sword.

After a slap, Tian Moluo was attacked by the berserk zhenqi, and was sent flying by the turbulent air current, his body writhed continuously, like an ant in a flood.

After stabilizing his figure, he couldn't help but step back.

He looked at his slightly trembling palm and said with emotion: "What a sharp palm. No, it's a sword! Are you an old man in sword armor?"

He hastily exercised his kung fu to suppress his injuries.

The sword energy entered his body, destroying his arm structure.

Jiang Wangsheng sensed the movement of his meridian zhenqi, and secretly said: "The Western Regions' Buddhist skills are indeed different from those in the Central Plains, and they were repaired so quickly."

Eternal Sky shouted loudly, and smashed down with a stick, as if the sky was collapsing.

Tuoba Nutian couldn't bear it, and flew out backwards.

Seeing this, Naxirong Khan ordered an attack.

Mu Mingkong's palm shook, and the sword energy shattered like glass.

Immediately, he took a deep breath, his body grew faintly, and the air was heavy.

A vacuum area is formed, and the gravity doubles.

Joe's face changed drastically, and he called out, "Impossible, impossible!"

Under the huge force, the air was compressed, and a faint line appeared. Mu Mingkong raised his hand, attracted the surrounding air, and slammed forward.

The air was doubled and compressed, hitting Joe like a heavy cannon.

Qiao activated the magic formula, a divine light burst out from his body, and he moved forward with his palms together.

The golden giant sword runs across, it is the divine sword of the Lord.

"You, a devil, have committed a lot of crimes, trying to change the way of heaven, accept the judgment of the Lord!" The missionary in red was shocked, and used his most powerful martial arts.

"How can a foreign god judge me, Mu Mingkong?" Mu Mingkong roared across the mountains and rivers.

A punch created an abyss.

"I am a martial sage of the Central Plains. Even if a foreign god comes in person, I still have to bow my head to greet him!" The mustard city lord was like a god, coldly looking down at the half-dead missionary in red in the abyss.

Then, he pressed down with one palm and killed him.

The galloping cavalry bypassed the abyss and gully, and rushed straight to Wu Sheng, trying to kill him when his true energy was low.

Mu Mingkong stepped out with one foot and turned his palms backwards. His true energy was like a volcanic eruption, roaring like a lion in the east of the river, and with a long roar, it shook the universe.

The silver moon scimitar was sent flying.

The iron rod of Eternal Sky mercilessly smashed on Tuoba Nutian's celestial cap, smashing his skull to pieces.

Tian Moluo spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Wangsheng shot out a sword energy.

More than a dozen foreign monks came in time, united their true qi, and blocked his casual sword at the cost of serious injuries.

Jiang Wangsheng took a step forward and was about to take his life when a large number of cavalry arrived.

Jiang Wangsheng turned around and unleashed his sword—Wanli Sad Autumn.

The bleak and chilling, Vientiane was renewed, and more than 2000 cavalry were turned into dead bodies in an instant.

Jiangang broke through the enemy and rushed straight to the fleeing Tianmaluo.

Tian Moluo screamed and screamed, using some kind of Buddhist secret magic power from the Western Regions, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in brass.

After a sword strike, every inch of his skin was cracked.

Tian Moluo spat out a mouthful of blood, coughed again and again, and his skin was scattered all over the ground like pieces.

But because of this, he also saved his life under this sword.

"Rush!" Wan Gu Changkong raised his head to the sky and screamed, rushing into the enemy's formation, invincible.

The white ape beat his chest, roared and galloped, and smashed down his huge fists, his body was flexible, and he dealt with many cavalrymen.

Mu Mingkong's clothes rattled, like a mighty god of war shaking all over the world.

In terms of aura, he was even more powerful than Jiang Wangsheng.

The whole body of the three people and one ape was soaked with blood.

An old man carried a round sword case on his back, revealing six hilts.

With a big white beard, shiny bald head, and cold eyes, he stood outside Tianwang City.

He cast a sword formula, and a long sword flew out of the sword box behind him, hitting the east gate directly.

The door crashed down.

The old man flew into the city, went outside the Chaotian Palace, and then ordered a sword to be unsheathed, and the sword energy filled the building.

The people yelled in horror, the oiran female concubine fled in all directions, and the faces of the elegant guests changed drastically and they ran out one after another.

The old man, that is, Chen Yiqing, didn't change his face, and stopped doing anything.

When the Chaotian Palace was cleared, he strode into it and jumped up to the ninth floor of the Chaotian Palace.

"Chen Yiqing, try the sword Tianwangcheng!"

The sound was loud, like a golden bell ringing, echoing in Tianwang City.

Xiao Jiu, a young eunuch who was still serving Emperor Chu in the palace, was a little surprised and a little disdainful after hearing this.

Xiao Jiu's face was as gloomy as water, and he secretly said: "It's so courageous."

He straightened up and looked in the direction of Chen Yiqing.

Chu Huang suddenly said: "Xiao Jiu."

"The servant is here." Xiao Jiu hurriedly changed his face.

The Emperor of Chu said leisurely: "I have sent the Baomin poll away. At present, in Tianwang City, who can fight Chen Yiqing, who do you think is there?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, I heard that Shuangyue Sword Immortal returned to Wangyue Tower, and Wine and Meat Buddha traveled around the world. In the entire Tianwang City, only Jietian Sanshou who has practiced his left-handed sword, opera singer Chi Yuqing, and Jiang Wangsheng should have the strength to fight."

Emperor Chu nodded, "Who can win?"

Xiao Jiu said without hesitation: "Jiang Wangsheng!"

(End of this chapter)