Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 362: Scheming, Artifact

After hearing Bao Zhongqi's seemingly fair suggestion, the two supervisors of the "Huantian Supervisory Office" exchanged glances with each other, and Liu Haishi took the lead and said, "Good!"

Seeing the other party agreed, Bao Zhongqi and others who thought they had a good plan were all delighted. At that time, Qiantang Jun Ao Xuan was the first to jump out and bowed to Gong Miao and said, "Last time I had a quick meeting with you by the Qiantang River, but I didn't get to see the power of 'The World in Your Sleeve'. Today we meet again, and I want to ask you for your advice in person!"

Gong Miao knew that this fiery and vindictive old dragon was determined to avenge himself for blocking his way last time, so he immediately smiled and bowed, saying, "Since Lord Dragon is in such a good mood, I will certainly accompany you!"

After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and escaped sideways.

Qiantang Jun also turned into light and chased after them, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that both of them had disappeared, and he didn't know where they went to fight.

Afterwards, people from Bao Zhongqi's side continued to come out to challenge, and they left the place one after another with the two supervisors and three priests, looking for other battlefields to compete with each other. Only Bao Zhongqi and Yan Chixia were left on the field.

Bao Zhongqi laughed and said, "Everyone has gone elsewhere, but this place is big enough for us to use our skills. How about we just take a break and fight here?"

Yan Chixia cupped his hands and said, "It's all up to you."

Just as he was about to say this, Bao Zhongqi suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled, spitting out a breath of black air that had been accumulated in his round belly.

The black gas in the air transformed into an all-encompassing black wind that swept towards Yan Chixia. In the black wind were countless white skeletons the size of castanea, with white flames several feet long spewing out of their eyes, ears, mouths and noses.

Seeing this middle-aged scholar, who looked generous and smiling, rushing to attack without caring about his status, Yan Chixia cursed in his heart, "He is indeed an evil heretic!" He quickly formed a spell with his hands and shouted, "Draw your sword!"

Green air rose from the sword case slung over his back, and ninety-nine and eighty-one "Tianlong Swords" flew out in a string, splitting into thousands of sword shadows in the air, turning into a mighty torrent that rushed into the black wind, chasing and entangled with the flying skeletons in the sky.

Bao Zhongqi saw that the opponent, relying on his superb swordsmanship of "Sword Light Differentiation", could temporarily compete with himself, a veteran second-grade fire tribulation cultivator, with his third-grade thunder tribulation cultivation level. He secretly praised in his heart, "The young are to be feared", but he was also filled with murderous intent and determined not to let him continue to grow lest he really threaten himself.

He shrugged his shoulders and a small flag three inches high flew out from behind his head, rising in the wind to a height of thirty-five feet.

The flagpole of the flag was pale white, but upon closer inspection it was made up of countless tiny white bones entangled together. The flag was blood red, with tendons running across the surface, and it was made by cutting and sewing human skin.

As the flag unfolded and swayed a few times, Yan Chixia suddenly had many illusions in front of his eyes. His mind almost collapsed, and the "Ten Thousand Swords Art" he was performing became chaotic. He was forced to retreat continuously under the pressure of the opponent's black wind and skeletons.

At the critical moment, an obscure fluctuation came from the sword box behind Yan Chixia, which made him regain clarity for a moment.

He also seized this opportunity in time, changing the spells in his hands and shouting: "Prajna Paramita, Vajra protects the body, all evil cannot enter!"

A golden light appeared around him, vaguely shaped like a large bell, with countless Buddhist mantras and scriptures flowing on its surface.

Yan Chixia practiced martial arts, Taoism, and Buddhism. At this moment, he used the "Vajra Body Protection Mantra" derived from the "Diamond Sutra" to immediately isolate the evil flag's confusing magic power. After his mind was completely clear, the "Ten Thousand Swords Art" he controlled also returned to strictness and he regained his footing.

Bao Zhongqi was a man of deep thought. Seeing that he had missed the opportunity to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop, he was not anxious. Instead, he calmed down and used his magic power to cause black winds to blow wildly, skeletons to roll, and flags to flutter. It seemed that he intended to wear down his opponent bit by bit with his strength that was already one level higher than his opponent.

In this case, it was Yan Chixia's turn to lose his patience. He saw that his thousands of sword lights were forced back bit by bit by the black wind and the skeleton, and the protective golden light outside his body was gradually dimmed by the erosion of the magic power of the flag. He knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would inevitably be defeated. The only way to turn the tide of the battle was to take a risk.

With this in mind, he did not hesitate at all, and changed the spells with both hands again. Finally, he put his left hand on his right wrist, pinched the index and middle fingers of his right hand into a sword spell, pointed into the air and shouted: "Please let the divine sword appear!"

The sword light in the sky suddenly shrank, and turned back into eighty-one "Dragon Swords" that circled vertically downwards. In the middle of the sword circle, there was another ancient sword suspended vertically upwards. The sword was three feet long and the blade was three fingers wide.

One side of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and the other side is engraved with mountains, rivers and vegetation.

On one side of the sword's hilt is written the art of farming and raising livestock, and on the other side is written the strategy of unifying the four seas.

Endless majestic and sacred aura emanated from the sword, filling the heaven and earth. The black wind, skeletons, and flags were all captured by this aura, frozen in the void and unable to move at all.

It turns out that this rough man Yan Chixia is also capable of scheming. When he drew his sword earlier, he used the eighty-one "Tianlong Swords" as cover and secretly released the "Xuanyuan Sword" among them, waiting for this moment to make a decisive blow by surprise.

He raised his right hand, which was clenched into a sword gesture, and then lowered it, shouting, "Kill!"

The "Xuan-Yuan Sword" was raised upward and then chopped down with his gesture, and a huge sword light fell down.

Sword light flashed everywhere, and black wind, skulls, and flags were annihilated one after another.

Seeing that Bao Zhongqi was standing there in shock and was about to perish under the terrifying sword light, suddenly a ray of colorful light flew out from his sleeve, suspended in the air and gently blocked the sword light.

In the rosy glow, there was a small seal with a round upper part and a square lower part, and five intertwined dragons. The aura of sacred majesty emanating from it was so great that it could actually compete with the "Xuan-Yuan Sword".

"Kongtong Seal!" Yan Chixia exclaimed in surprise, but then a thought flashed through his mind, "Fortunately..."

He naturally recognized this national artifact that was used by Emperor Taizu Li Geng to establish his empire, and he also knew that this artifact was currently in the hands of Li Hun, who usurped the throne. However, he did not expect that Li Hun would be so bold as to hand over this national artifact to this evil person.

Bao Zhongqi saw that his plan had succeeded, and he was very proud of himself. He opened his hand and a long sword appeared out of thin air, flying towards Yan Chixia on the opposite side.

This sword is his most precious treasure, named "White Bone Yin-Yang Sword". One side of the sword is blood red and the other side is pitch black. The hilt is made of white bones. Once it hits a person, it only needs to break the skin slightly and cause bleeding, and it will immediately devour the person's energy and spirit, turning the person into white bones.

Seeing the opponent release the final killing move, Yan Chixia suddenly grinned, and with a backhand move, another ancient sword jumped out of the sword box behind him and fell into his palm. It was actually another "Xuan-yuan Sword" with the same shape, size and even aura.

"cut!"

Yan Chixia swung his sword and slashed down. Under the huge sword light bursting out from the tip of the sword, first Bao Zhongqi's "White Bone Yin-Yang Sword" was turned into ashes, and then he himself disappeared into thin air with an incredible look of horror on his face.

"Good tricks! Good intentions!"

The Black Mountain Old Demon snorted coldly, raised his hand, and the "Kongtong Seal" flew back into his sleeve.

"Each each other!"

Ma Ji responded with a smile and raised his hand as well. The "Xuan-yuan Sword" in the air flew back into his hand, but the moment it entered his hand it turned into a five-colored strange stone. It was the magic weapon "Bu Tian Shi" that Yuan Dansheng passed on to Wang Heng.

(End of this chapter)