Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 219: Use real fire

There was silence for less than one hundredth of a second, Wen Lianggong put away the gun, and then stabbed again, the gun was like a shower, and the force was like fire.

After a collision, there was a continuous sound of gold and iron clashing, like the continuous explosion of artillery.

The earth and stone underfoot were like waves, and with each collision, it was like rocks falling on the water, turning into ripples that overlapped and spread vertically and horizontally. The entire yard and even the houses were destroyed like tofu by the fierce expansion of the two people who were scattered by the air waves. Got to be torn apart.

The battle between the two is not just in the small courtyard.

Wen Lianggong took the opportunity, and the spear was an inch longer and stronger. In order to trade space for time, Chen Zian fought and retreated.

In an instant, less than half of the building area where the inner disciples lived was destroyed.

"What's going on?!"

Seeing the scene where Wen Lianggong and Chen Zian were fighting like fire and water, attacking and killing without mercy, the inner disciples beside them couldn't help but let out exclamations of surprise and shock.

The Hehuan Sect was really probably falling apart. They actually saw the disciples of the sect leader's line having internal strife and fighting.

"When did you learn this spear technique? Yan Mo Spear Technique, Moon Holding Spear? Or Panlong Spear Technique?"

But judging from the fight between the two, they had to admit that Chen Zian was indeed worthy of the position of the contemporary senior brother of the Hehuan Sect, and the outsider who came from the mythical world really shocked everyone with his tyrannical strength. .

Both of them were among the top three in the inner sect, but they were both sent to the turning pool by Wen Lianggong himself.

Chen Zian narrowed his eyes and asked aloud.

The tip of the spear is wrapped with Tiangang Qi, and turns into a sharp edge that is breathed out at the tip of the spear, instantly shattering the little bits of starlight in front of it that look pretty but are actually extremely dangerous.

Seeing Chen Zian go a hundred meters away in an instant, Wen Lianggong sighed inwardly, wondering whether he had not played for too long or was a little unfamiliar, so he let him go.

When fighting with him, even though he was crushed by Wen Lianggong with three punches and two kicks, he could still know how high the opponent's foundation was. But looking at it now, he felt that Wen Lianggong was inscrutable and his cultivation had reached such a level that they could only fight. The point of looking up.

Wen Lianggong didn't intend to hide it, and smiled slightly: "It's just the art of military control."

Chen Zian was as shocked as the disciples around him who were watching this scene.

Especially those who stood not far away and silently watched Zhang Shuhua and Shao Lingfeng were even more shocked. After how long, Wen Lianggong was actually able to fight Chen Zian back and forth.

But for now, Wen Lianggong is very satisfied with his current military skills. Under normal circumstances, he used a Tianhe gun to forcefully control Chen Zian, a master who is half a real person, for several minutes.

Finally, Chen Zian used his secret technique to find an opening, retreated violently, and turned into a stream of light that passed a hundred meters away before he stood still.

Chen Zian tried to move with his sword several times, but he was lightly picked up by Wen Lianggong's spear, hit or teased, and was stopped. He could only fight in close combat with Wen Lianggong, unable to distance himself at all.

Both of them had disbelief in their eyes, and an extremely frustrated feeling of powerlessness arose in their hearts.

呲呲呲!
He watched as Wen Lianggong stabbed hundreds of times in an instant, all of them accurately hitting the stars that were rushing towards him, and then annihilated them one by one.

Chen Zian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the aura around him suddenly changed. He could no longer maintain the calmness on his face, an expression that showed that everything was silent and he was not surprised by his honor or disgrace.

His eyes were fierce, looking at Wen Lianggong filled with undisguised murderous intent. This ferocious murderous intent even made the surrounding disciples shiver in their hearts.

They had never seen Chen Zian, who had always been gentle and elegant, actually have such a fierce and vicious side. "Where did you get this weapon-controlling skill?!"

Chen Zian spoke slowly, suppressing his voice and looking quite ugly.

Wen Lianggong didn't feel anything when he saw this. He even felt that Chen Zian's facial expression was a little artificial in order to express anger and murderous intent.

In terms of ferocity and murderous intent, he had seen enough of the weird and evil faces in the mythical world, and Chen Zian still looked a little immature.

"Of course I got it from the Sutra Tower. Don't you know, senior brother? You should have been to the seventh floor of the Sutra Tower. The weapon control skills listed as minor magical powers are right there."

Chen Zian's expression became more and more gloomy, his eyes no longer as peaceful as before, but filled with anger and murderous intent.

"The sect's precepts are that no one is allowed to enter the seventh floor of the sutra building unless they are true disciples and do not have the sect master's handwriting. How dare you?"

Seeing Chen Zian's changes, Wen Lianggong sighed softly. This senior brother was considered a relatively good person, but unfortunately, he met a not-so-good master.

Wen Lianggong said calmly: "Of course, with Elder Zhu's approval, I was able to step onto the seventh floor of the Sutra Building and learn this art of military control."

All the disciples present had obviously heard of the name of Little Divine Power and the Art of Controlling Weapons. After hearing Wen Lianggong's confirmation, they were all in an uproar, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Is it the weapon-controlling technique that requires splitting dozens or hundreds of clone personalities to have a chance to practice it?"

"It should be this weapon-controlling art. I have heard that the founder of this small magical power at that time had a thousand faces and could be distracted by countless things. Only then could he learn all kinds of martial arts and understand the true meaning of all kinds of weapons. Finally, Thousands of faces merged into one, integrating countless true meanings into one, creating the art of military control."

Listening to the discussions among the disciples next to him, Chen Zian flicked his fingers slightly, and a clear sword sound as clear as jade beads suddenly rose up, covering the voices around him, and the scene suddenly became silent.

"All disciples obey the order and retreat quickly."

Chen Zian's face was calm and his tone did not waver at all. However, all the disciples felt their hearts tremble when they heard this. They all turned around and left without hesitation. In a blink of an eye, half of the small courtyard was broken into pieces, and only Wen Lianggong and Chen were left. Zian two people.

Wen Lianggong half-squinted his eyes and said in surprise: "Senior brother is indeed very majestic and worthy of being the next head of the Hehuan Sect."

Chen Zian looked calm, raised his hand, and held the long sword pointed at Wen Lianggong. Infused with the true energy, the sword energy was hesitant, and the yin and yang energy turned into a terrifying killing air current, which circulated endlessly around his body.

"Junior brother, you have violated a taboo and cannot tolerate me not taking it seriously. I am going to take action against you."

After having sufficient reasons, Chen Zian no longer felt any guilt in his head. Only then could he be serious enough.

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows and said, "Senior Brother, if we really want to talk about the root of the problem, the root lies with Zhu Lan. Why don't you go and take a look?"

"...I can't beat her. Master will naturally take care of her when the time comes."

Wen Lianggong grinned when he heard this: "Senior brother, you are sincere."

He paused, with a hint of a smile appearing: "But how do you know that senior brother can beat me?"

A cold smile also appeared on Chen Zian's face.

"Junior brother, half-step real person, also has the word "real person".

(End of this chapter)