Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　The disciples of the Tianshan Sect, under the leadership of the two elders, abandoned the treasures that had been handed to him and were not yet hot, and wanted to break out of the encirclement and leave.

　　The sound of swords clashing was louder and more distant than the bell tolling every morning.

　　On the other hand, the Safflower Club.

　　Compared with the determination of Master Huiming and the white-haired witch to abandon this treasure, the young and vigorous Chen Jialuo was finally inferior by a few points.

　　The Safflower Club completely took over this wealth, and Chen Jialuo was unable to make a decision in the face of the swarming Qing soldiers.

　　After such a delay, hundreds of people in the Red Flower Society were surrounded by this treasure, and it was difficult to escape.

　　Wuchen Taoist, Wentailai, Black and White Impermanence and others, relying on their martial arts, fought fiercely with the Qing soldiers.

　　puff!puff!puff!

　　The chaos began, and the sound of swords entering the body continued to sound.

　　Compared with the group of Tianshan faction who wanted to get out, the Honghuahui and the Qing soldiers were truly inextricable and ruthless.

　　Taoist Wuchen started the sword technique of chasing the soul and killing the dead, and the speed of the sword was three points higher than that of the wind sweeping the leaves.

　　"drink!"

　　Wen Tailai, nicknamed Thunder Hand, also used the unique technique of Thunder Palm. He slammed it out with a single palm, and he shouted incessantly.

　　The black and white Wuchang brothers are twins who have been inseparable from Meng for decades, and the power of joining forces has multiplied.

　　A group of masters with excellent martial arts skills, plus a scooter with treasures as cover, Rao is that the Qing army has tens of thousands of people, and they can't rush in front of them for a while.

　　"A bunch of idiots!"

　　Riding on the back of a high-headed horse and holding a large sword weighing more than [-] catties, the first warrior of Manchuria, Aobai, didn't care when he saw that his subordinates were constantly killed by the Red Flower Society rebels.

　　His lips pursed lightly, and he commented in disdain.

　　Having fought on the battlefield for decades, he knew better than anyone that the Safflower Club were seeking their own death.

　　Compared with these idiots, the people from the Tianshan faction are much smarter.

　　Thinking like this, Obai, who was as burly as a bear standing up from a man, turned his head to look in the direction of Tianshan School.

　　When Ji decided to abandon the treasure that he had finally obtained, the Tianshan faction was about to get out.

　　Although the Tianshan Sect has few people, from the master Huiming, the white-haired witch, to the ordinary disciples, they all have excellent martial arts.

　　In addition, Aobai himself gave an order in advance. The goal of this battle is that the treasure is the first, and the life of the rebel is second. The soldiers of the Qing army are not willing to stop them desperately.

　　The rising sun has fully risen, and in the light of the morning light, the Tianshan faction only needs to break through the last line of defense to escape smoothly.

　　"Where to go!"

　　Ao Bai's eyes locked on the head of the Tianshan faction who kept knocking down his subordinates with a wooden staff, and the long-lost battle blood boiled again.

　　In the roar of the lion and tiger, the first warrior of Manchuria jumped out like Haidongqing, his feet were connected on the top of the Qing soldiers, and carrying a treasured sword, he sent everyone to kill the Tianshan Mountains.

　　Before the Aobai people came, the treasured sword that was used in the past in the palm of his hand roared out.

　　Xueliang's sword qi spanned a distance of three feet, and cut several Tianshan Sect disciples in half, turning them into two halves.

　　"Aobai!"

　　It is naturally impossible for Master Huiming not to not know this famous Manchurian warrior. Seeing his disciples being slaughtered, his pupils clenched, and he said the name through gritted teeth.

　　Before he finished speaking, Master Huiming used a wooden staff to bless his sword energy and used the delicate and cumbersome Tianshan swordsmanship.

　　Before Ao Bai fell, there were dozens of sword qi locking on seventeen key points of his upper body and launching an all-round attack.

　　Tear!

　　Ao Bai's official uniform was torn by sword energy, his bronze skin was exposed, and he took over the sword energy of Master Huiming.

　　Clang!

　　In the unbelievable eyes of the Tianshan faction, Master Huiming's sword energy failed to damage Obai's skin, and the sound of gold and iron clashed.

　　Bang!

　　Facing the trick of Master Huiming, Aobai fell to the ground as if nothing had happened, blocking the escape route of the Tianshan faction with one knife and one knife.

　　"Thirteen Taibaos practice the golden bell hood horizontally!" Master Huiming's expression stunned, and he said word by word the martial arts that Ao Bai practiced. .

Chapter 40

　　The Thirteen Taibao Henglian Golden Bell Cover is derived from the golden bell cover, which is one of the four sacred arts of Buddhism.

　　Aobai's ten years of hard work has reached its peak, and even Master Huiming's sword energy cannot break his defense.

　　"Exactly!"

　　Ao Bai, who fell to the ground, waved his big sword, and slashed down with a ruthless slash, with the momentum of slicing Huashan Mountain, and the red sword qi surging on the blade's edge.

　　Zizizi!

　　As far as the blade can reach, the void seems to have flames ignited.

　　clang!

　　Master Huiming met the enemy with a wooden staff in his hand. After decades of baptism with his own skills, this wooden staff was transformed into a Qimen weapon, and the sword was hard to hurt.

　　Ao Bai's knife was like a broken bamboo, and it hit the wooden staff of Master Huiming, and the battle of gold and iron echoed on the battlefield, suppressing the movement of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses.

　　The swords intersected, and Obai, who was born with divine power, was already at an advanced age, but he did not lose his majesty. The shock caused Master Huiming's arms to go numb, and the wooden staff almost slipped out of his hands.

　　While fighting each other's internal strength with swords, their hands are not idle.

　　Ao Bai punched out fiercely, with the power of his iron fist, even if a steel plate was in front, it would be shattered by him.

　　Master Huiming didn't give in too much, turning his palms lightly, a note that was soft and soft, but in fact a heavy palm with dozens of strengths slammed out.

　　The fists and palms intersected, and the two masters who were infinitely close to the realm of the great masters trembled, and the sticking blades loosened.

　　Without waiting for Ao Bai to ease his breath, a cold light appeared.

　　The white-haired witch practiced Nishang to kill with a sword, and the bizarre anti-Tianshan swordsmanship locked Aobai's eyes and turned him blind.

　　No matter how powerful the horizontal training, it is difficult to train the lower body and eyes to the point where a gun is invulnerable.

　　"hateful!"

　　Ao Bai's family knows his family affairs, and his thirteen Taibao Henglian Golden Bell Cover has not yet entered the state of Great Perfection, and still has a cover door.

　　With a scolding, the first warrior of Manchuria swung a big sword, the layers of sword energy condensed into substance, and he did not hesitate to waste his own skills, laying an airtight barrier in front of him.

　　The white-haired witch locked the sword qi in Ao Bai's eyes, which was blocked by the sword qi, and it was difficult to hurt Ao Bai.

　　"All the officers and men obey the order and kill these rebels for this old man!"

　　After blocking the sword of Lian Nishang dangerously and dangerously, Ao Bai, who was already old and whose physical strength was declining, was out of breath, and ordered the surrounding soldiers and horses.

　　"Yes!"

　　Ao Bai had a very high prestige in the Qing army. When he personally fought against the head of the Tianshan faction, thousands of soldiers and horses gathered around him.

　　The army swarmed to kill, and under the command of some low-level generals, they wanted to divide and surround the people of the Tianshan faction, and then destroy them.

　　"Let's go everyone!"

　　Master Huiming replaced the sword with a wooden stick, and a sword energy more than four feet long swept out from the end of the wooden stick.

　　Twenty or thirty Qing soldiers only felt a slight sore throat and died under the sword qi.

　　"Get the hell out of here, the old lady and the senior brother will resist Ao Bai for you!" The white-haired witch echoed the words of Master Huiming.

　　The anti-Tianshan swordsmanship that Yongbao first started, with the blessing of her superb and light power, turned her white and graceful body into a sword spirit, dancing around Obai.

　　The sword move is ruthless and impermanent, locking in the key points of Aobai, and not giving the opponent a chance to escape.Aobai relied on the thirteen Taibaos who practiced the golden bell hood to protect the body. Only when the white-haired witch attacked her eyes and lower body, she made a move to block.

　　"go!"

　　"Don't fall in love!"

　　"Run!"

　　……

　　Dozens of disciples of the Tianshan faction have died in battle.Ling Weifeng, Huo Qingtong and others who survived were also injured.

　　Seeing that the elders of the division sect stopped the ferocious enemy for them, and the enemy will surround them again, blocking the last chance of life.

　　Ling Weifeng, Huo Qingtong and others looked at Master Huiming and the white-haired witch with nostalgia, and they desperately killed and scattered a group of soldiers and horses, and fled into the distance.

　　Boom!

　　Master Huiming and the white-haired witch combined their swords to fight the number one warrior in Manchuria.

　　Master Huiming's Tianshan swordsmanship, and the white-haired witch's anti-Tianshan swordsmanship, when separated, restrain each other, and when combined, they are seamless.

　　With the combination of two swords, even in the face of an opponent in the realm of a great master, it is very possible to win the battle.

　　The sword qi condensed and formed, and turned into two illusory qi swords with a length of several meters. Under the control of the master, they locked the eyes of Ao Bai.

　　As soon as the qi sword reached, the surrounding Qing soldiers were willing to help one or two, but before they could get close, they were injured by the sword qi, and their arms and legs were missing.

　　"ah!"

　　Facing the joint attack of Master Huiming and the white-haired witch, Rao Shiao Bai was conceited by nature, and he believed that the [-] Taibao Henglian Jinzhong was invincible in the world, and he did not dare to be careless.

　　With a low roar, the handle in Ao Bai's palm weighed dozens of kilograms, and ordinary people couldn't lift it, let alone the big sword that was called to dance wildly.

　　Countless golden saber qi slashed out, condensed around Ao Bai without dispersing, like a golden mask.

　　A huge mouthful, as if the real golden bell will protect Obai in it.

　　Thirteen Taibao horizontal training golden bell, extreme power!

　　Rumble!

　　The two masters of the Tianshan faction battled Daqing Ao Shaobao in a decisive battle. The moment they met each other, the sky shook with thunder and the earth trembled.

　　Even tens of miles away, the people of Jingzhou, who woke up from their sweet dreams, heard the loud noise that was more than thunder.

　　With Aobai as the center, a group of fiery white light burst, each beam of white light was transformed by sword energy, and shot out overwhelmingly.

　　"what!"