Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 353 Martial Saint
Even the tyrants who survived by chance were forced to donate large sums of money and food, and their vitality was severely injured.

Before Xue Zhili's army left, they absolutely did not dare to move half a step.

Unless, really saw the hope of defeating him.

"In the final analysis, it still depends on strength."

"As long as you give me a chance, as long as someone restrains his army for half a month, I can cut off Xue Thief's food supply. The army has no food, and it will collapse without a fight!"

……

The ancient bamboo buildings and small buildings face the water in the south, and when you open the small windows, you can see a piece of sparkling light.

In a large courtyard covering an area of ​​more than ten mu, there are pavilions, terraces and pavilions everywhere, and exotic flowers and trees are everywhere.

This is a mansion in Changchun County, which originally belonged to a wealthy local businessman, but now it has become Xue Zhili's residence.

At the gate, a white-haired old man dressed in black with gold thread embroidered flame patterns on his chest, his eyes closed in his wide sleeves, waiting silently, with a relaxed look.

Beside him, there were about a hundred soldiers lying on the ground.

All of them were bruised and swollen, and lost consciousness.

Near the mansion, there was no sound, even the usual sound of running water disappeared.

Quietly, as if isolated from the real world.

Soon, the sound of horseshoes, ruts, gongs and drums could be heard in the distance.

Xue Zhili's team approached here.

"coming··········"

The white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared ahead.

At the end of the line of sight, a team has already appeared.

Xue Zhili was riding swaggeringly on his horse, surrounded by many guarding knights.

"who?"

At this time, someone has already discovered that something is wrong.

According to the rules, there should be escorts nearby at this time.

However, no one was seen.

On the contrary, the figure lying on the ground is more conspicuous.

And the old man in black standing upright among the hundred or so was particularly conspicuous.

"Huh? By an assassin?"

Xue Zhili's pupils narrowed slightly, staring at the figure in front of him.

In the body of the seemingly insignificant old man, there is hidden energy and blood comparable to magma.

Even with a distance of several hundred steps, he could still feel that undisguised momentum and... killing intent!
"Warlock! Formation!"

Xue Zhili shouted, and at the same time drew out his saber.

His blood as a warrior is already boiling.

Ahead, the old man moved.

With one step forward, he disappeared like a ghost, and approached the soldiers rushing ahead.

He didn't see much movement, just a flat push with his palm, and the wind of his palm turned into countless small wind blades.

These people didn't even have time to scream, they were beaten into blood mist, staining half of the street red.

The violent wind blade continued to advance, flattening the entire street.

In the end, all the shops on this street were only half the height of a person.

Even what is left is just a piece of broken walls and a mess, like the scene after a typhoon passed through.

It's just that the places that were cut by the wind blade look like real marks of swords and guns.

After this time, there are not many living people left in this street.

Xue Zhili was riding on the horse, his face was stiff, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.

About five steps in front of him, there were only five warlocks left, half kneeling on the ground, struggling to maintain a translucent water curtain full of cracks.

Just now, it was these warlocks who reacted in time and blocked the long-prepared blow with their magical power.

Their spells were really good, and they protected a few people around them, but it wasn't without loss.

Everyone else has disappeared.

They are also exhausted, at least temporarily out of use.

The old man in black stopped in place, silently adjusting his breath.

This long-prepared move is not easy for him.

At least for now, he also needs to rest.

However, his goal was achieved.

Already demonstrated strength.

Then, you can have a good conversation.

"Wu, Wu Shengren..."

Xue Zhili swallowed with difficulty, chanting with a hoarse voice.

He didn't even know when he provoked such a person.

Resistance is impossible to resist...

A martial saint is not something he can afford.

The so-called Martial Saints, as the name suggests, are existences who are capable of becoming saints in martial arts, and are great achievers in martial arts.

Different from the so-called sages in the academic scriptures, Wu sages have the power to defeat ten thousand armies by one man, so they can be canonized as saints.

Wu Shengren is already the pinnacle of the world, and one step further is the way of immortality.

To become immortal in martial arts is to become an immortal.

However, in history, there are many immortals and rare immortals.

Because the ability of martial arts to prolong life is not as good as that of immortals, so if you want to become an immortal, you should generally not exceed 80 years old.

Even for martial saints, after the age of one hundred and eighty, it is inevitable that the energy and blood will start to decline, and the hope of entering the immortal way is slim.

gain some lose some.

On the other hand, for example, on the battlefield, the role of martial saints far exceeds that of human warlocks who have not yet become immortals. They are truly terrifying existences that can defeat tens of thousands of troops head-on!
Xue Zhili was favored by the Nestorian Church, and he was chosen to be a puppet, which naturally required a lot of training.

Just because he knew what kind of beast was facing him, he became more and more uneasy and flustered, and he didn't even dare to make unnecessary movements.

"How... how could this kind of thing happen... I... what evil did I do..."

At this moment, there is no ambition at all... The idea of ​​getting rid of Nestorianism, of separatist rule, of leaving a name in history, seemed so insignificant in front of that figure.

"If I can survive, I will definitely not get involved in these things in the future..."

"Nothing is more precious than this life..."

Just when Xue Zhili was lying on the horse's back nervously, not daring to move, several figures appeared on the other side of the street.

"Wu Shengren, born in a hundred years, Zuo Chaogang, the world will be settled... I didn't expect that there are still Wu Shengren alive."

A young man with a sword in the lead exclaimed.

"Nestorian, Hall Master, Sapphire."

"Qin An."

"Jing Ming."

"Lingling."

"See senior!"

These Nestorians surrendered first.

Facing such seniors, they saluted and expressed awe.

The old man in black glanced over indifferently.

Immediately, "Qing, Qiang, Qiang", several people drew their swords out of their sheaths, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

With just one look, their hairs stood on end, as if they were being targeted by wild and ferocious beasts.

No, it's many times more terrifying than ferocious beasts.

In Qingyu's view, there is still a chance to escape from the fierce beast.

His hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and the momentum gathered was ready to explode at any time.

Even if you lose, you can't back down.

(End of this chapter)