The natal statue of Ping Wuniang holds a black sword in her left hand. The black light is faint and swallows the brilliance of the sun and the moon! Holding a red sword in his right hand, the red light is thousands of miles away, as fierce as fire, giving people a skin-burning and bone-piercing feeling! There is also a purple sword hidden behind the back, full of purple, revealing mystery and nobility!
With such power, it doesn’t take much, just one glance and it will be unforgettable for a lifetime!
Ping Wuniang sacrificed the statue of her natal god, and Jiuwu Huikong's expression was stunned. He was shocked for a long time, and then he said in a loud voice, "This is impossible! There was no vision of heaven and earth just now. How could you be so silent?" The sound of sound makes a holy soul?"
Not to mention being confused, Mu Yucheng also looked confused and surprised. When a monk advances, there will always be visions of heaven and earth. And as the realm continues to improve, this kind of vision of heaven and earth will become more obvious and intense.
A monk's cultivation has entered the realm of the Holy Soul, which basically means that he has jumped out of the category of an ordinary monk and already has a semi-immortal body! As a human monk, this is a breakthrough at the pinnacle! That kind of vision of heaven and earth should naturally be more grand and intense. It was like this when Mu Yucheng achieved the Holy Soul in the dark sky!
"There are endless mysteries between heaven and earth! Jiuwu Huikong, do you think you can understand everything by becoming a holy soul?"
Xiao Zhenwei let out a sneer full of disdain, raised his arms to the sky, and a golden light immediately spurted out from the top of his head. Within a moment, the golden light turned into a huge shadow, sitting cross-legged in the clouds above Xiao Zhenwei's head.
This shadow resembles Xiao Zhenwei, but it is even more filled with an aura of vastness. Sitting upright on the clouds, holding the cauldron high in the right hand, and holding the left hand across the chest, the Dharma is solemn and solemn, like a god, which makes people want to worship him.
"What!? You... you also built the natal statue!?" As soon as Xiao Zhenwei's natal statue appeared, Jiuwu Huikong's shock doubled, and even his speech became less fluent.
Speaking of shock, Mu Yucheng was not inferior to him at all, even more so! It is extremely rare in the history of the Taoist sect that two powerful men in the Holy Soul Realm were born at the same time. This made Mu Yucheng not only shocked, but also felt extremely happy. The Taoist sect has two more powerful men. This is naturally the Taoist sect’s luck!
As for Mu Ao and others, besides being shocked, they could only look up to Xiao Ping and Xiao Ping with deep envy.
This is the case in the Taoist world. Sometimes luck and good fortune are more important than talent! It doesn't necessarily mean that if you take one step ahead, you will be ahead step by step. If you don't have a normal heart, you will be pissed to death by other people's fate!
The look of rampant contempt on Jiuwu Huikong's face finally disappeared. Xiao Ping and Xiao Ping, both of whom had achieved holy souls, made him feel the threat of death.
"Even if you have achieved the Holy Soul, it is not enough to be the enemy of my Jiuwu family! I advise you to think twice before you act, so as not to bring disaster to yourself!" Jiuwu Huikong no longer has enough confidence to suppress Xiao Ping Between the two of them, even if he wins in the end, it will definitely be a miserable victory, and it's hard to say how miserable it will be!
"Grandma, you're a bear! Where did you get all this nonsense? Go to hell!"
Xiao Zhenwei's explosive temper broke out first, and he stretched his arms forward. The huge cauldron held up by the statue of his natal god immediately shone brightly, carrying a huge force, and smashed towards Jiuwu Huikong.
Jiuwu Huikong yelled, "You are asking for your own destruction!" Then he suddenly raised his right palm, and the statue of the natal god behind him also slashed out with a palm. The huge palm shadow of the mountain shot out of the air, facing the front. Heading towards the giant cauldron.
Previously, Jiuwu Huikong split the giant cauldron with one palm, but now times have changed! The surging palm force, like a tidal wave, hit the giant cauldron and only caused a loud bang. Not to mention splitting the giant cauldron, it couldn't even split the giant cauldron back!
Amidst the roars that shook the sky like evening bells, the two of them actually fell into a stalemate.
Although he was in a stalemate, Jiuwu Huikong knew clearly in his heart that his cultivation level was better than Xiao Zhenwei's. As long as he continues to persevere, Xiao Zhenwei will be defeated in the end.
However, one thing made Jiuwu Huikong feel uneasy, that is, Xiao Zhenwei was not fighting alone. Sure enough, as soon as Jiuwu Huikong turned his attention to Ping Wuniang, Ping Wuniang started to move.
Two sword lights, black and red, carrying infinite sword intent, burst out from Ping Wuniang's hands at the same time. Black as the underworld, red as fire. If it was a bit unworthy of its name before, now it is like a god, unprecedentedly domineering.
When the sword light pierced the air, it seemed that even the sky was whimpering, and all the energy flowing around Jiuwu Huikong was transformed into biting and cold murderous intent.
Jiuwu Huikong's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly raised his left palm, trying to block Ping Wuniang's sword intention. But before he could raise his left palm, a purple meaning that made him feel frightened suddenly jumped into his eyes without knowing where it came from.
Jiuwu Huikong subconsciously aimed at Ping Wuniang's back, and sure enough, the purple sword hanging on her back had disappeared without a trace. Although the black and red swords are fierce, the final killing move is the purple sword. Ping Wuniang's 'Three Swords Dance' is really hard to guard against!
"Roar!!!"
Jiuwu Huikong looked up to the sky and let out a roar. The roar was full of moral principles, and its power was almost comparable to the true sound of the Great Dao. The purple sword offered by Ping Wuniang was immediately stunned and unable to move forward.
"Ninety-five old thief, your roar is too unpleasant!"
As soon as Jiuwu Huikong controlled Ping Wuniang's purple sword, Xiao Zhenwei's giant cauldron suddenly began to exert its power. The fire of Tao Qi that was brewing suddenly burst out, instantly forming a blazing fire on the giant palm of Jiuwu Huikong's statue.
"It's really unpleasant. I think it's better to shut him up as soon as possible!"
Ping Wuniang also refused to be idle. In the midst of her scolding, two black and red sword lights flashed out in an instant, and the light enveloped half of the sky.
Who said the black and red swords are just bait? The three swords switch between offense and defense, making it difficult for the enemy to look at his head and tail. This is the essence of the 'Three Swords Dance'.
Bang bang bang! Boom boom boom!
The loud noise suddenly came out of thin air and was as dense as a thunderstorm. It made people far away in the other six peaks feel frightened when they heard it. As far as the eye can see, the entire Third Peak is filled with the power of the Great Law, almost covering the true appearance of the Third Peak.
It is no exaggeration to say that the third peak at this time is a thunder pool for monks below the Shinto realm. Whoever enters will die!
puff!
Jiuwu Huikong finally couldn't withstand the flanking attacks from Ping Wuniang and Xiao Zhenwei. The statue of his destiny trembled continuously, and blood spurted out from its mouth. His figure was as straight as a kite with its string broken. Under the attack of Xiao Ping and Xiao Ping, Swinging and drifting.
"Take my sword again!"
After gaining power, Ping Wuniang refused to give Jiuwu Huikong any chance to breathe. The three divine swords once again burst out with heaven-striking light, like three bloodthirsty dragons, strangling towards Jiuwu Huikong.
Xiao Zhenwei is also full of hatred for Jiuwu Huikong. As soon as Ping Wuniang moved, Xiao Zhenwei immediately followed her like a shadow. The two of them have grown up with each other and have already developed a tacit understanding that is astonishing. Every move, the coordination can be said to be flawless.
Looking at this situation, given time, the Saint Soul Realm of Xiao Ping and the two of them can be stabilized. Together, the two of them can fight three strong Saint Soul Realms at the same time. And now this battle is undoubtedly the battle for the two to become famous. As for Jiuwu Huikong, it seems that he will only end up being a stepping stone for the two of them!
Jiuwu Hui Kong couldn't block the first blow, so naturally he couldn't block the second one! As Xiao Ping and his two men pressed forward, Jiuwu Huikong's figure was knocked away again. It was almost the same as when Wandong was knocked away by his punch! Jiuwu Huikong probably never dreamed that retribution would come so quickly.
"Damn it! You are fighting two against one. How can you be considered a hero? You have the ability to challenge me in a duel!" Jiuwu Huikong's injuries worsened and he was no longer a match for Xiao Ping and the two of them. In shock and anger, he couldn't help but roar. stand up.
"Hmph, you ninety-five-year-old thief, you are out of your mind, who wants to challenge you to a duel?"
"You must be buried with Yaoting today! Die!"
Jiuwu Huikong wanted to catch Xiao Ping and the two with his words, which was obviously a wishful thinking. Xiao Ping and the two of them scolded each other at the same time. Not only did their figures not pause at all, their attacks were even more ferocious than before.
"Uh... poof!"
Jiuwu Huikong spat out blood again, his old face looking uglier than ever before. He finally saw that Xiao Ping and the two men were determined to kill him this time.
"Brother Mu, the head of the Mu family, do you really want to sit back and watch me being beaten to death by the two of them without asking anything?" In desperation, Jiuwu Huikong could only ask Mu Yucheng for help.
Mu Yucheng was really convinced by Jiuwu Huikong, and at this time he still had the nerve to ask him for help. Who could do it without a very thick skin
Thinking of Wandong being knocked away by Jiuwu Huikong's punch, Mu Yucheng was filled with righteous indignation. He wished he could kill him personally, so how could he be willing to save him
With a sneer, Mu Yucheng raised his voice and said, "Jiuwu Huikong, I have already said that we can't help each other! I didn't help Xu Yaoting, how can I help you? I think you don't want me to be the head of the Mu family." , to be ridiculed by the world, right?”
"Mu Yucheng, you...you really don't want to save me?!" As soon as Mu Yucheng said these words, he was like a punch, which hit Jiuwu Huikong's heart so hard that he was stunned. .
"You have done many unjust things and everyone will punish you. Who will come to save you? Die!"
Before Jiuwu Huikong's words could be heard, Xiao Zhenwei roared over, and the huge cauldron, which seemed to weigh hundreds of thousands of kilograms, hit Jiuwu Huikong head-on without any mercy.
Jiuwu Huikong screamed sharply and had to wave his palm to block it. However, his palm had just collided with the giant cauldron, and before it was fully exerted, three sword lights of black, red and purple around him suddenly surged at the same time, like a colorful cloud. In an instant, Submerge him.
The cooperation between Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wuniang is becoming more and more tacit. It seems that Jiuwu Huikong is not only a stepping stone, but also a whetstone.
Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. This saying could not be more appropriate when applied to Jiuwu Huikong. Before he could hold on for a moment, Ping Wuniang's sword light found a flaw and penetrated directly through Jiuwu Huikong's shoulder, just missing his heart and completely shattering it!
The severe pain made Jiuwu Huikong couldn't help but let out a shrill scream. His body was like a cannonball, and it was shot back more than a hundred feet away... (To be continued)