The entire five hundred feet of space, whether they were as strong as the Xuanwu realm or as weak as ants and insects, were completely frozen!
It's not that time and space are frozen, but a huge pressure is put on everyone.
Zong Shou himself was not familiar with this ordinary royal secret martial art. If the sword is used instead of fist, it becomes even more awkward.
The sword power was completely violent, and not only those Xuanwu Sect and Huanyang Spirit Masters who were trying to escape were affected. Even the people on his own side were oppressed by the power of Shen Xiong's sword.
Of all the people present, only Hu Qianqiu and a handful of twenty martial arts masters who had reached the realm of seven meridians were still able to move. But they all felt that their hands and feet were bound, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and their movements were blocked.
As for Wuye Zhenren and Li Hu Jichang, who were in mid-air, their figures seemed to be stagnant in mid-air.
Although Zong Shou's sword was beyond his control, it still exerted a small amount of oppressive force on the two of them.
Even though they tried their best, they could not regain their previous lightning-fast escape speed.
And there were even more illusions in front of him, as if he was really suppressing the mountains and the sea, adding to the pressure.
Master Wuye's eyes turned red for a moment, how could he die here? He is the direct descendant of the third generation of Tao Mingzong. Those who are qualified to aspire to the eighth level of spiritual master in the future will have a bright future! How could he die in this Qiantian Mountain City, in the hands of a brat
He must return to the sect and ask for orders from the sect. If this Zong Shou cannot recruit his disciples, then he must find a way to kill him quickly!
In his life, he has never seen such an amazing and talented junior! If it is allowed to grow, it will definitely be a disaster for the Tao Ming Sect in the future. In just ten years, this sect guard will become an even greater enemy than Zong Weiran, the sect's greatest enemy ever!
The willow leaf flying sword behind him immediately exploded in all directions, weaving in and out of heavy sword shadows. It was like a tornado, cutting through the space around him.
The sword beams shot out in all directions and the strong wind danced, causing his figure to finally begin to accelerate. And then on Wu Ye's face, there was a look of joy, and he felt that it was him who was about to escape and ascend to heaven.
Only Yizong Shou groaned again.
"A thousand years of hegemony will be achieved in a hundred battles!"
A dragon-like sword light suddenly charged up. It seems that the entire thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are integrated into Zong Shoujian.
The mighty sword light was still angry for hundreds of feet. Heading towards the sky, he slashed with a slash.
Master Wuye's face was immediately distorted. Howling crazily, he hastily mobilized all his soul power. The forty-eight swords merged into one in just an instant and slashed down. When he collided with the sword light, he only heard a "boom," an explosion!
Forty-eight willow leaf swords were instantly shattered. They flew away one after another. Among them, Fankou Sword, which bore the brunt of the attack, disintegrated piece by piece and turned into metal fragments.
The sword energy still did not lose its edge and crashed straight into it. Then there was another awning, a muffled sound, and the red mist exploded.
Wuye Zhenren's entire body, which had no resistance at all, was completely shattered by the sword energy.
The edge is not sharp, but it is as powerful as a mountain. Therefore, it is shattered, not cut into pieces!
Blood rained down, bit by bit, on the altar.
Even Zong Shou's face had a few drops on it. But with a grin, he finally solved one, which was much easier.
He was sweating profusely and was quite strenuous. Bu Yu still moved his gaze towards Li Hu Jichang. Walking on empty ground, although the speed cannot be compared with those of the real heavenly martial arts masters.
But the speed of his flight. Unexpectedly, they are not under the fog leaves that can fly with weapons. Even after using the "Mountain and River Ding" style. He was still able to escape more than three hundred feet away, nearly a mile away.
As soon as his eyes flashed, the Jiulin Sword in Zong Shou's hand trembled again, creating waves of phantoms.
There are four remaining fist styles in total, and this is the third punch! It’s also the third sword: “It’s better to hold a cup and get drunk!”
The sword shadow appeared again, and the sword thrust out. It seems that there are thousands of illusions and thousands of sword curtains.
Zong Shou's figure also seemed to be drunk, staggering on the altar and about to fall.
Li Huji often gritted his teeth, suddenly took out a talisman from his sleeve, and threw it behind him. In an instant, a shield shape formed, gathering the energy of heaven and earth. It was silver-white in color and extremely solid. It opened dozens of feet wide to protect Li Hu Jichang's whole body.
On the altar below, Zong Ling immediately frowned, showing surprise.
"It's actually the Geng Ling Cloud Shield Talisman!"
He thought that it was no wonder that Ji Chang was spouting wild words before, saying that he could stop Hu Qianqiu and others for another two hundred breaths. It turned out that it was an eighth-level talisman written by a body shaping realm spiritual master!
Zong Shou didn't even look at it, he was only immersed in the sword style. The thousands of sword lights he thrust out were not just phantoms.
The person who created this boxing technique is really a great talent. Use this drunken figure to mobilize the energy and true energy to activate the power of heaven and earth and the power of the empire. The speed of the sword coming out was several times faster than before!
He didn't care whether he could break through the Gengjin Shield or whether he could kill Ji Chang. He only knew that he only had to do his best! Even if it can't be broken, I won't feel sorry.
His soul actually entered a state of great joy. This was a joy to see Liexin. Although this set of boxing techniques was only a residual form, its concept, even in the later generations when countless martial arts secrets were spread and popularized through various channels, Zong Shou had never seen similar martial arts.
One sword, two swords! Four swords! Seven Swords! Nine swords!
After two breaths, the ninth sword was thrust out, and the silver spiritual shield was finally completely shattered. Then another sword pierced through, like a giant rushing across the wilderness, as if it had been practiced in vain, it rushed forward again.
Naji Changben had tried his best to finally get rid of Zong Shou's sword. However, when the Geng Ling Cloud Shield shattered and the tenth sword light struck, he was horrified.
Without hesitation, he let out an angry roar, swung back his halberd, and slashed all over his body! When the halberd's sword light collided with a thousand-foot cloud in the sky, there was another clang and a sharp metallic sound. Countless clouds of energy, even more violent, were pushed outward.
Ji Chang also coughed up blood in his mouth, and almost half of his arms were paralyzed, and he could no longer lift up any strength.
And the next moment, the eleventh sword struck again. Ji Changxiu's inner energy was almost exhausted, but at this moment, all his life potential was stimulated. Roaring in a low voice again, the figure actually moved again, flickering and flying away into the distance without understanding the changing trajectory.
It had only been a moment, but Ji Chang's face was full of despair. I saw that the sword was also erratic, and returned to the previous thousand sword lights, covering it crazily.
He was unable to avoid it for a moment, and his figure only slowed down for a moment before he felt a huge force suddenly crashing into his body.
"Canopy!"
There was another shaking sound, and flesh and blood were scattered everywhere. With the gentle breeze, it drifted downwards.
The remaining Xuanwu Grandmasters and Huanyang Spiritual Masters were all eliminated by Hu Qianqiu and others within these ten mortal breaths. The entire Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven has once again returned to deathly silence!
Xue Moyan is dead! Kiriye is dead! Li Huji often dies! Under the throne of heaven, the top three powerful men in the human world could shock the mortal world to the east and west of Yunlu with just a stamp of their feet. People actually died one after another in a matter of seconds!
But the person who everyone expected to be least likely to survive was standing on the stage unharmed. There wasn't even a single scratch on his body.
At this moment, even the most imaginative person feels a sense of trance and unreality.
And the image of the young man on the stage in the eyes of everyone at this moment has been completely overturned.
Although his figure was as thin as ever, his domineering attitude when he drew the sword just now made everyone present tremble and crawl.
His face is delicate and youthful, no different from that of an ordinary young man. But the method used to conquer Zong Yuan, the thunderous method yesterday, and even the bloody killing were equally impressive and unforgettable.
"This is the so-called pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. It's so cunning! Such a talent is simply cheating. What a pity for Xue Moyan and Wu Ye."
Chai Yuan sighed in his heart and looked at the center of the Temple of Heaven ten feet away. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he felt that the light blooming from Zong Shou's body at this moment was extremely dazzling.
I was secretly glad that I was the last one to step out of this quagmire because I didn't want to join the Xue family.
Although I wasn't in the right team, I still didn't make the wrong move.
But Xianjun, he really hid it very deeply.
With such a talented person like the prince, Ju Sha was willing to be looked down upon and looked down upon by others, and kept silent about it.
To this day, it is a blockbuster!
Looking at the man with a severely injured knee, Chai Yuan looked away with disdain.
First of all, he supported Zong Yang because he wanted to maintain the foundation of Qian Tianshan. This is just because the son, although he is a direct descendant, is not closely related to the former patriarch of the clan. On the contrary, there is a conflict of interests.
In his heart, he admitted that this Zong family was the most talented person of his generation and the most qualified to inherit the position of Demon King.
But now when I compare it, it turns out that he is just like Hu Qianqiu said, he is an inconspicuous scum!
The prince is the unattainable cloud in the sky! And this sect, no matter how dazzling it was before, was actually nothing more than mud on the dusty ground that could be trampled on by others!
Zong Shou sheathed his sword and felt that all the true energy in his body and the spiritual energy in his soul sea had been drained away.
The Hundred Battle Sword should be the most domineering sword among the four sword styles. The sword can draw hundreds of swords, but it corresponds to group battles. With his current cultivation level, he cannot display it.
And this "Drunken Sword" is also extremely powerful, with the fastest sword speed and the most unpredictable. The amount of consumption is far beyond his endurance limit.
It took quite a while before Zong Shou managed to recover a little. However, there was still an abnormal blush on his face.
In his mind, if he has some enlightenment, he can combine it with the formula of the fourth style of boxing. Suddenly, I understood the emotional state of the person who created this boxing technique.
Looking at his mental skills, it is obvious that he is derived and expanded from the Wudingling Emperor Fist. Could it be that his master is really Zong Weiran? This boxing technique is not a incomplete form, but has not been completed at all
After thinking for a moment, Zong Shou was not sure. He shook his head and stopped looking into it.
But he suddenly looked back, smiled at the old priest Zong Ling, and said, "A good memorial ceremony was interrupted. I wonder if I can get forgiveness from God by offering sacrifices to the head of this sect!" (To be continued)