A green light flashed by. It was Taoist Qingyang's flying sword, pointing directly at the head of the Martial Saint.
The path of immortality places great emphasis on the soul. Powerful immortal cultivators can drive flying swords and chop off people's heads from thousands of miles away. Naturally, they would look down upon warriors who can only punch and kick.
However, when the flying sword as fast as lightning approached, the figure of the Martial Saint blurred for a moment.
The green flying sword, as fast as lightning, pierced through the afterimage of the Martial Saint without spilling any blood.
"Hmm?" Taoist Qingyang's smile froze slightly.
The next moment, dozens of flying swords descended from the sky like raindrops falling from the air, covering the area around the Martial Saint.
This time, it wasn’t just Taoist Qingyang who took action.
Although the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect look down upon ordinary warriors, the Martial Saint enjoys an astonishing reputation among ordinary people and is regarded as the leader of martial arts in the world.
Regardless of his strength, it would be a great achievement if we could take him down here.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dense flying swords cut through the air, creating wide trenches in the square in front of the hall. The Martial Saint's figure flickered in the rain of swords, but he did not suffer any wounds at all.
"Is it the 'anticipating the enemy's moves' of the spiritual warriors?" Qiao Mu pondered.
I heard from people in the Wu Ji Society that the Martial Saint’s achievements in the way of refining the spirit have reached an unprecedented level.
When Qiao Mu challenged the Martial Saint before, no matter how hard he tried, the tip of his spear could only hit the Martial Saint's fingertips... He never imagined that facing the attack led by Taoist Chi Yang and Taoist Qing Yang, the Martial Saint could still handle it with ease.
At this moment, his figure became blurred in the rain of swords and talisman fire, but he moved forward step by step.
“This is the Martial Saint…” Emperor Yonghe, who was knocked down by the Chu guards, also stood up at this time.
The Martial Saint's move also relieved the pressure of being shouted at by thousands of pilgrims, making him feel a lot more relaxed.
"Is the Martial Saint here to kill me?" Emperor Yonghe naturally noticed the thick phlegm just now. At this moment, his brows were tightly knitted, and the look in his eyes was somewhat complicated;
"Once upon a time, the Martial Saint was also a general of the Great Yan court."
"After lying dormant for forty years, is he now able to compete with the immortal cultivators with tablets in Xuantian Sect? What a pity---"
"You evil demon, you broke my golden bell, you must be beheaded!" Taoist Qingyang made a sword gesture in his hand, and the green flying sword that had just passed over the body of Martial Saint suddenly made a circle and slashed diagonally towards the lower back of Martial Saint, and pierced into him in an instant.
"Hit! He is just an ordinary warrior after all." Taoist Chiyang next to him looked a little relieved.
"A martial artist who practices martial arts has a lot of skills in dodging and maneuvering in a small area, but no matter how strong he is, he is still a flesh and blood body. How can he withstand a flying sword made by a cultivator of immortality?"
"If you make a mistake, you will die!"
After all, he and Taoist Qingyang were deacons of the immortal sect who had their own tablets in the main hall and could enjoy the incense and worship of mortals.
In the eyes of mortals, he is an unattainable "true immortal".
If they fail against a mortal warrior like the Martial Saint, where will the reputation of the Immortal Sect be
However, Taoist Qingyang beside him froze in thought, and suddenly had a bad premonition.
He realized that his flying sword had lost contact with his consciousness at this moment? It was no longer within his range of perception
Didn't his flying sword already slash the body of the Martial Saint? Then why...
In a flash.
The Martial Saint opened his bloody mouth, and his two rows of sharp white teeth bit down fiercely on another flying sword that was coming towards him.
Click, click.
Cracks quickly appeared on the flying sword, and it was shattered by the Martial Saint's bite, breaking into a dozen fragments that were sucked into his mouth.
"What kind of evil heresy is this? Is this still a human being----"
While all the immortal cultivators were staring in amazement, the flesh and blood on the waist of the Martial Saint suddenly squirmed rapidly, and a sword tip emerged from it.
call out!
He straightened his waist slightly, and his muscles tensed. The half of the flying sword wrapped in flesh and blood suddenly cut through the sky, carrying a streak of blood and pointing straight to the air!
Um
Taoist Chiyang suddenly turned around and saw a scene that shocked his heart.
His fellow disciple, Taoist Qingyang, was hit by his own half of the flying sword, and his head was shattered like broken porcelain, exploding into pieces in the air... .
And his headless body also fell from mid-air and landed powerlessly on the hall square below.
The Taoist temple square, which was originally noisy, suddenly became quiet for a short time.
"Senior Brother Qingyang is dead?"
The immortal cultivators who were anxious to attack were all shocked at the same time at this moment.
In the forty years since the Alien War, there have been some casualties among the "True Immortals" with tablets, but they were all caused by the killing and fighting between the immortal cultivators.
As for being lost at the hands of ordinary people, at least on the surface... this is the first time!
He died very suddenly, and he didn't even have time to activate the magic weapon to protect his body. He died like a small fish... This made the cultivators, including Taoist Chiyang, feel even more disappointed.
"The Qingyang Immortal on the altar... just died like that?"
The pilgrims who originally had indifferent expressions were shocked at this moment, and the numbness and indifference on their faces were shaken.
“The time has come!”
At this moment, several assassins from the Wu Ji Society, including Qiao Mu, attacked blatantly and rushed towards Emperor Yonghe from all directions.
In the Wu Ji Association, there are many loyal fans like Mo Mingzhi who worship the Martial Saint. Although they have never seen the Martial Saint truly display his strength, they still have some expectations in their hearts.
At this moment, the Martial Saint no longer concealed his true intentions. He opened his large hand like a palm-leaf fan and swept aside the dense flying swords around him. He slightly bent his knees, causing the ground beneath his feet to shake. Then, his body rushed towards Emperor Yonghe who was standing at the door of the hall like a cannonball.
"The strong are immortals, the weak are demons!" The Martial Saint shouted angrily, his thick gray hair fluttering in the wind.
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Chapter 109 The Darkest Moment of Martial Arts (4k
"kill!"
At this moment, many assassins from the Wu Ji Society attacked together to cooperate with the Martial Saint.
Qingyun Temple is an important place for immortals, so the members of the Wuji Society who dare to participate in this operation are basically people who do not care about life and death.
Either they are people like Mo Mingzhi who worship the Martial Saint, or they are people like Qiao Mu who are determined to die.
There are generally very few people like this, and even within the Wu Ji Association, there are not many of them.
When they witnessed the Qingyang Immortal of Xuantian Sect falling from the sky and his headless body hitting the ground, the anger that had been pent up in their chests for years suddenly eased away.
"This is Wu!"
"The Martial Saint is the leader of today's martial arts, the strongest martial artist. One day he will be able to pull you down from the clouds!"
"If we win, the martial arts will become the immortal way! And you who rob incense and treat all living beings as straw dog sacrifices are the devil way!"
Many martial artists from the Wu Ji Association shouted out loud unconsciously, which was obviously a loss of composure.
For the "Assassin", this kind of agitated emotion is a dereliction of duty.
But they were not real assassins, so they were all very excited at this moment, their faces flushed, and their blood boiling.
Not only the assassins from Wuji Society, but even Chu Xing, who was guarding the emperor, clenched his fists unconsciously at this moment.
As the emperor's personal guard, from his point of view, the Martial Saint was naturally a traitor and a traitor.
But when this martial saint went against the flow to attack the immortal and killed the Qingyang Immortal in mid-air with one blow, he still felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart.
Martial Saint... .
No matter what his character and personality are, he is, after all, the leader of martial arts!
This is the first "true immortal" to die at the hands of an ordinary warrior in forty years.
With his own strength, he broke the "difference between immortals and mortals" spoken of by immortal practitioners!
Perhaps from today on, using martial arts to defeat immortals will no longer be an unrealistic fantasy. One day in the future, ordinary warriors will be able to compete with immortal cultivators in the clouds...
Click. Click.
A clear and loud shattering sound was heard.
Many people turned their heads to look.
In the corner of the hall, there was a statue of the "Qingyang Immortal". It was still in the clouds with a compassionate look on its face, but at this moment, it made a crackling sound and a crack appeared on the head.
Emperor Yonghe looked at this scene and his eyes suddenly lost focus.
In front of him was a cracked statue of the Qingyang Immortal.
Behind him was the Martial Saint who was full of vigor and roared as he came over, wanting to take his life.
In that split second, he felt a mixture of emotions.
"Can an ordinary warrior also go against the flow and attack the immortals..."
"If this is true, then were my forbearance and choices over the years wrong..." He looked at the Martial Saint, whose aura was as majestic as a mountain, with a little confusion.
"This Martial Saint was once a general of Dayan." He sighed in his heart.
There was a loud bang.
The imposing Martial Saint came across and with one punch knocked over the huge tripod that was blocking the entrance of the hall and was as thick as twenty people could hug.
The huge tripod fell over, and the incense ashes inside scattered all over the ground, and the smoke and dust spread.
The Martial Saint did not slow down at all. Any person or thing that stood in his way was pierced through by his fists, which were as powerful as wind and thunder.
Success or failure depends on this one move!
This is the Taoist temple closest to the Xuantian Sect’s main gate. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the Xuantian Sect’s main ground.
The number and strength of immortal cultivators must be greater than that of those in the Wu Ji Association, so his chance is only a fleeting moment.
Qiao Mu was relatively calm, not as excited as the other members of Wu Ji Hui.
Because he had no expectations of the Martial Saint, but the strength and courage displayed by this martial arts leader was indeed impressive...
He looked in all directions and noticed that the immortal cultivators in the air, led by Taoist Chiyang, were all shocked and dazed after the Martial Saint killed Immortal Qingyang.
As for the Immortal Chiyang, his expression changed drastically and his body turned into a rainbow, escaping into the sky.
But despite this... these immortal cultivators remained calm despite being shocked.
A bad feeling flashed through Qiao Mu's mind, and he turned back to look in the direction of the main hall of Xuantian Sect.
Although the statue of the Qingyang Immortal was broken into pieces and had lost its former charm, there were still nearly a hundred statues of the Immortal inside the hall.
Led by the "Great and Mighty Immortal Xuantian", these many immortal statues still had a look of compassion and looked down upon the mortals, as if the death of Immortal Qingyang just now did not cause the slightest ripple.
At the side of the leading immortal Xuantian.
A statue of an immortal named Tian Xing Xianren suddenly moved his eyes at this moment, looking down at Wu Shengren and others who were rushing towards him.
At this moment, the wind blew.
The whistling gale swept across the mountain, and even made Qiao Mu and others who were rushing towards Emperor Yonghe lose their balance. They staggered and were almost blown away by the sudden gale.
It suddenly got dark.
It was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky just now, but now dark clouds suddenly appeared, covering the sky like an emperor dominating the earth.
Qiao Mu raised his head.
The rolling dark clouds seemed to be closer to the earth than ever before, as if the sky was about to collapse at any moment. The surging dark clouds were like an inverted black ocean, about to overturn.
"You have made a great mistake, warrior."
A vague and distant voice echoed between heaven and earth.
No one knew where the sound came from. It seemed to come with the sweeping gale, or from the sky above.
At this moment, all warriors who had embarked on the path of refining the spirit, including Guard Chu and other members of the Wu Ji Club, felt an inexplicable shudder, as if a heavy pressure as heavy as Mount Tai was emerging from the clouds, ready to crush their bodies.
The wind swept through, and a vortex formed in the rolling black clouds. In the center of the vortex were two huge holes in the cloud...
No, this is not some void, nor is it the eye of the storm.
Those were a pair of eyes looking down upon the mortal world.
The dark clouds in the sky rolled continuously, forming a vague giant face as big as a mountain in the sky, covering the entire peak.