Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

The cyan flying sword that was as fast as lightning passed through the afterimage of Wu Shengren, but no blood was spattered.

"Huh?" Taoist Qingyang's smile froze slightly.

The next moment, dozens of flying swords descended from the sky, like raindrops falling from the sky, covering the martial sage's surroundings.

This time, it wasn't just a Qingyang Taoist who made the move.

Although the immortal cultivators of Xuantianzong look down on ordinary martial artists, martial saints have an astonishing reputation among ordinary people and are regarded as the leader of martial arts in the world.

No matter what his strength is, if he can be taken down here, it will naturally be a credit.

shhhhhh!

The dense flying swords pierced the air, cutting the square in front of the main hall into wide ravines, and Wu Shengren was in the rain of swords, his figure flickered again and again, and there was no wound at all.

"Is it the 'predicting the enemy' of the martial arts master?" Qiao Mu thought.

People from the Wujihui said that Wu Shengren's achievements in the way of refining gods have reached an unprecedented level.

When Qiao Mu challenged Wu Shengren before, no matter how hard he tried, the tip of his spear could only hit the fingertips of Wu Shengren... I never imagined that Wu Shengren could still handle the attack led by Chiyang and Qingyang Taoists. .

At this moment, amidst the rain of swords and talisman fire, his figure became blurred one after another, but he stepped forward step by step.

"This is Wu Shengren..." Emperor Yonghe, who was thrown down by Chu guards, also got up at this time.

Wu Shengren's shot also relieved him from the pressure of being shouted by thousands of pilgrims in unison, which made him a lot easier at this time.

"Wu Shengren came to kill me?" Emperor Yonghe naturally noticed the thick phlegm just now, and at this moment his brows were tightly furrowed, but the expression in his eyes was somewhat complicated;

"Once upon a time, Wu Shengren was also a general of the Dayan court."

"Having been dormant for 40 years, is he now able to compete with the immortal cultivators who have tablets in Xuantianzong? It's a pity---"

"You demon, break my golden bell, cut it!" Taoist Qingyang pinched the sword formula in his hand, and the green flying sword that had just passed Wu Shengren's body suddenly made a circle, and slashed obliquely towards Wu Shengren's back, It didn't penetrate in an instant.

"Hit it! After all, he is an ordinary martial artist." The Chiyang Taoist next to him looked slightly settled.

"A kung fu master is only good at moving around in a small area, but no matter how strong you are in martial arts, you are still a body of flesh and blood. How can it compare to a flying sword made by a cultivator?"

"Once you make a mistake, you will die!"

He and Taoist Qingyang, at least in the main hall, have their own tablets and can enjoy the incense of mortal deacons.

In the eyes of mortals, he is an unattainable "true fairy".

Facing such an ordinary martial artist like Wu Shengren, if he misses, what will be the face of Xianmen?

It's just that the Taoist Qingyang beside him froze, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

He realized that his flying sword had lost contact with his consciousness at this moment?Already out of his induction?

Didn't his flying sword already hit Wu Shengren's body?So why...

Between lightning bolts.

The martial sage opened his bloody mouth, and his two rows of sharp white teeth fiercely bit down on another flying sword that came flying in.

Click, click.

Cracks quickly appeared on the flying sword, which was bitten by the martial sage and shattered into dozens of fragments, which were sucked into his mouth.

"What kind of demon heretics, is this still a human----"

When all the immortal cultivators were stunned, the flesh and blood around Wu Shengren's waist squirmed quickly, and a section of sword tip emerged from it.

call out!

He straightened his waist slightly, his muscles vibrated, and the half flying sword wrapped in flesh and blood pierced the sky in an instant, pointing straight at the sky with a bloody light!

Ok?

Taoist Chiyang suddenly looked back, but saw a scene that shocked him.

His fellow apprentice, Taoist Qingyang, was hit by his own half-flying sword, his head was torn apart like shattered porcelain, and exploded into pieces in the air...

And his headless corpse also fell from mid-air, and fell powerlessly on the square of the main hall below.

The originally noisy Taoist Square suddenly became quiet for a while.

"Senior brother Qingyang is dead?"

The immortal cultivators who were rushing to attack were all shocked at this moment.

In the 40 years since the Alien War, although the "true immortals" with tablet tablets have not been damaged, they all come from the killing and fighting among immortal cultivators.

As for the loss in the hands of ordinary people, at least on the bright side... this is the first time!

He died so suddenly that he didn't even have time to use the magic weapon to protect his body. He died like a fish... and this made the immortal cultivators, including Chiyang Taoist, feel a chill in their hearts.

"The Qingyang Immortal on the altar... just died like this?"

The pilgrims who were originally indifferent were shocked at this moment, and the numbness and indifference on their faces were shaken.

"The time has come!"

At this moment, including Qiao Mu, several assassins from the Martial Arts Association made a bold move, rushing straight at Emperor Yonghe from all directions.

In the Wu Jihui, there are many loyal fans who worship Wu Shengren like Mo Mingzhi. Although they have never seen Wu Shengren truly show his strength, they still have expectations in their hearts.

At this moment, the Martial Saint no longer concealed himself, and with his big palm-like hand, he swept aside the dense flying swords around him, slightly bent his knees, and the ground under his feet shook, and then his body went straight to Emperor Yonghe at the entrance of the hall like a cannonball.

"The strong are immortals, and the weak are demons!" the martial sage shouted angrily, his thick gray hair flaring in the wind.

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Chapter 114 Chapter 109 The Darkest Moment of Martial Arts (4K

"kill!"

At this time, many assassins from the Martial Arts Association acted together to cooperate with the martial sage.

Qingyun Temple is an important place of the immortal sect, so the members of the Wuji Society who dared to participate in this operation are basically people who put life and death aside.

Either someone who worships Wu Shengren like Mo Mingzhi, or someone who has the will to die like Qiao Mu.

Such people are generally very rare, even within the Wu Jihui, they can't be counted as many.

When they witnessed Xuantianzong's Qingyang Immortal falling from the sky, and the headless body fell to the ground, the breath that had been stagnant for many years suddenly fell in their chests, and they suddenly let go.

"This is Wu!"

"Wu Shengren is the leader of today's martial arts, the most powerful martial arts, and one day he will be able to pull you down from the clouds!"

"If we win, the way of martial arts is the way of immortality! And the way you plunder incense and regard all living beings as sacrifices is the way of magic!"

Many Wujihui warriors shouted unconsciously, showing obvious gaffes.

For the "Assassin", such agitated emotions are a dereliction of duty.

But they were not real assassins at all, so they were all excited at this moment, their faces flushed, and their blood surged.

Not only the assassins of Wu Jihui, but even Chu Xing, who was protecting the emperor, clenched his fists unconsciously at this moment.

As the emperor's personal guard, from his standpoint, Wu Shengren is naturally a rebellious and unscrupulous courtier and traitor.

But when this martial sage went against the immortals and killed the Qingyang immortal in mid-air, he still felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

Wu Shengren....

No matter what his character is, he is the leader of the martial arts after all!

This is the first "true immortal" to die at the hands of ordinary warriors in the past 40 years.

With one's own strength, he broke the "difference between immortals and mortals" in the mouths of immortal cultivators!

Perhaps starting today, it will no longer be an unrealistic fantasy to use martial arts to defeat immortals. One day in the future, so-called ordinary martial artists can also compete with immortal cultivators on the clouds...

Click, click.

A clear and loud cracking sound sounded.

Many people turned their heads to look.

In the corner of the main hall, the statue of the "Immortal of Qingyang" still had the same compassionate expression that lived in the clouds, but at this moment, there was a crackling sound, and a crack opened from the head.

Emperor Yonghe watched this scene, his eyes suddenly lost focus.

In front of him was the cracked statue of Qingyang Immortal.

Behind him is the high-spirited, roaring Wu Shengren who wants to take his life.

In this flash of lightning, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Ordinary warriors, can you also go against immortals..."

"If this is the case, then my forbearance and my choice all these years are wrong..." He looked at the majestic Wu Shengren with a little bewilderment.

"This Martial Saint was once a warrior of Great Yan." He sighed in his heart.

A loud bang.

The imposing martial sage came across and knocked over the giant cauldron that was blocking the entrance of the main hall with a punch that was as thick as 20 people hugging each other.

The huge cauldron fell, and the incense ash inside scattered all over the place, and the smoke and dust scattered.

However, Wu Shengren's figure didn't slow down at all. Anyone who stood in front of him was pierced by his punches, like wind and thunder.

Success or failure is here!

This is the Taoist temple closest to where the Xuantian Sect's sect is located. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the home of the Xuantian Sect.

The number and strength of immortal cultivators must be higher than those in Wujihui, so his chance is only fleeting.

Qiao Mu was quite calm, not as excited as other Wujihui members.

Because he doesn't have expectations for the martial saint, but the strength and courage displayed by this martial arts leader is really heartbreaking...

He looked at six directions, but noticed that in the midair, the immortal cultivators headed by Taoist Chiyang were all shocked and lost their senses after Wu Shengren killed Qingyang immortal.

As for the Chiyang Immortal, his complexion changed drastically and he turned into a rainbow, fleeing far into the sky.

But even so... these immortal cultivators were not disturbed even though they were shocked.

A bad intuition flashed in Qiao Mu's heart, and at this moment, he turned his head to look in the direction of the main hall of Xuantianzong.

Although the statue of Qingyang Immortal was shattered and lost its previous charm, there were still nearly a hundred statues of immortals in the hall.

Headed by the "Great Virtue, Dawei and Xuantian Immortal", all these immortal portraits still have the expression of compassion and looking down on mortals, as if the death of the Qingyang Immortal just now did not stir up any waves.

At the side of the leader Xuantian Immortal.

At this moment, a fairy statue named Tian Xing Immortal moved its eyes, looking down at Wu Shengren and others who were rushing towards him.

At this moment, the wind picked up.

The howling wind swept across the mountain, and even Qiao Mu, who was rushing towards Emperor Yonghe, was unsteady at this moment, staggering, almost being blown away by the sudden strong wind.

It was suddenly dark.

The weather was cloudless and fine just now, but at this moment, dark clouds cover the top, like an emperor coming over the land.

Qiao Mu raised his head.

This tumbling cloud seems to be so close to the earth at this moment, as if the sky is about to collapse in the next moment, and the surging cloud is like an upside-down black ocean, about to overturn.

"Warrior of the world, you have made a big mistake."

An ethereal and distant voice echoed between the heaven and the earth.

The voice came from nowhere, as if it came with the sweeping wind, or as if it came from high above the sky.

At this moment, including Chu Huwei and other Wujihui at this moment, all the warriors who have embarked on the way of refining gods all feel an inexplicable trembling, and the weight like Mount Tai is emerging from the clouds. To crush them down.

The strong wind swept through, and a vortex was rolled up in the tumbling black clouds. In the center of the vortex were two huge cloud voids...

No, it wasn't a void, or the eye of the storm.

It was a pair of eyes looking down on the mortal world.

The dark clouds rolled all over the sky, forming a vague giant face the size of a mountain in the sky, covering the mountain.

Qiao Mu's hair stood on end, he knew this face.

Ever since he was burned alive by the saint Wu Qingxin, he remembered the names of the immortals of the Xuantian Sect in the temple.

The giant cloud face in the sky is vaguely similar to the Tianxing Immortal next to the Xuantian Immortal. It is the immortal god who is in charge of thunder and punishment in the legend of the Xuantianzong Immortal God passed down by mortals.