"Run, run! Hahaha, the dignified descendant of the Heavenly Master's Mansion is like a stray dog. Take a look, everyone, this is your Central Plains orthodoxy, and this is the strength of your Longhu Mountain!"
In just a few breaths of time, the huge square was smashed and riddled with holes. Zhang Ziliang was so angry that he couldn't help laughing wildly.
Zhang Shouyang had been forced to a corner, he seemed annoyed when he heard it, and shouted fiercely: "Don't bully others too much, I risk my life, and I will fight you!"
He immediately stood still, pulled out a mahogany sword from his waist, and said: "I pray to the mahogany sword god, who descends to the world to patrol the world, Xiaofa sacrifices the flying sword, kills without any life left, and the divine weapon is as urgent as a law!"
With a wave of the wooden sword, a layer of fluctuations enveloped the blade, and it flew up into the air to grab the opponent's head.
"Sword sacrifice, Little Doyle!"
Zhang Ziliang was very disdainful, and flicked the willow whip, "Nine dozen trees will break themselves, break it for me!"
Snapped!
The willow branch hit the mahogany sword, but the expected break did not happen, but the speed of the wooden sword suddenly increased, pulling out a long phantom, and swishing towards the opponent.
"This is not a sword sacrifice!"
Zhang Ziliang was shocked, he leaned his body, and rolled on the ground abruptly, barely avoiding it.
brush!
Before he could stabilize his center of gravity, he felt severe pain in his left arm. When he turned his head to look, he saw that his left forearm was empty, with blood spurting wildly, leaving only a section of his upper arm that was gruesome to the bone.
hum!
He felt dizzy again and felt like he was in a coma. He quickly patted a talisman on his body, and swallowed a pill to manage the injury.
"good… "
Zhang Jintong could see clearly that half of his buttocks were raised, and then he sat down silently. Lu Yuanqing also shook his head and sighed secretly, what a pity!
It's really a pity that this move is called Chi Jianshu, and it's the little way method discovered in the Baihe Underground Palace.
It doesn't have such things as sword qi and sword light, it's just a side art with no potential for improvement, it's just a low-profile version of Feijian. But the advantages are also very obvious: the threshold for casting spells is low, easy to learn, and the requirements for swords are loose, whether it is a mahogany sword or a fine steel sword.
Chi Sword Technique is just one move, and once the sword flies out, it will turn into an afterimage, and its power is quite impressive.
In layman's terms, do you understand enchanting
This was created by Taoist Baihe in his spare time, and he wrote it down in the jade slip. Zhang Shouyang wanted to catch him by surprise, but in the end he let him escape.
"Zhang Shouyang!"
Zhang Ziliang was so angry that he looked like a maniac, he didn't care about spreading it around, and pulled out a scroll of yellow scroll, "You asked for this, you asked for it!"
"I beg the soldiers of Yin to come quickly, and the iron chains and iron locks will follow me. The boy who is fascinated by the soul will catch the soul, and you will not live forever!"
He sprayed blood on the scroll, and the scroll glowed red, as if the activation power was insufficient, and then went dark again. His eyes were gloomy, and he slammed fiercely. He grabbed his left upper arm with his right hand and tore it apart with luck.
"ah!"
With a scream, everyone on the scene was horrified. The man actually tore off one of his left arms alive, and the blood flowed profusely, soaking the yellow shaft.
He twitched all over in pain, held the severed arm downward, and pressed hard on the scroll, immediately showing a blurred mark.
"Hunting Boy Shepolang, you can't live forever if you catch your soul and catch your soul!" He yelled again.
"Roar!"
"call!"
In an instant, there was a gust of dark wind in the venue, ghosts were crying and howling, and everyone on the wall was terrified, as if they were in hell. This scroll is a small law scroll left by the ancestors, and five Yin soldiers are sealed inside. Once released, they will chase their souls and kill them, and there will be no souls left.
Mu Kun's complexion changed immediately, this was beyond the scope of the two sides fighting, Lu Yuanqing also stood up slowly, ready to stop it.
Zhang Shouyang looked solemn, with a little unwillingness, he couldn't help lamenting secretly: All the ancestors of the heavenly masters, am I destined to die here
"Lend you a sword."
who
He jerked violently, only to hear a clear and faint voice repeating in his ear, "I lend you a sword."
"you… "
Zhang Shouyang pursed his lips tightly, and a certain figure appeared in his mind, but he couldn't help but think about it at the moment, he hesitated for a moment, swiped his hand, and sacrificed the mahogany sword again.
"Hahaha, the donkeys are so poor!"
Zhang Ziliang raised his head and laughed loudly, and shouted: "Go, skin my skin and cramps, and absorb the living soul, I want him to never be reborn forever!"
"Roar!"
A large cloud of black smoke gushed out from the scroll, forming a black cloud behind him, and the vicious Yin soldiers loomed in the cloud, flying forward in a cloud.
brush!
At the same time, the mahogany sword flew over again, it was plain and undisturbed. He waved the willow whip, looked at the wooden sword, confirmed that it was the same as last time, and said with a sneer: "Six dozen spirits will be scattered by themselves, give it to me..."
Ga!
The second half of him got stuck in his throat in an instant, his arrogance turned into horror, his sneer turned into rigidity, and he shouted crazily: "This is impossible!"
boom!
That sword seemed to fly from outside the sky, halfway through, the sword light suddenly exploded, and a golden flame gushed out from the sword body, majestic, majestic, and murderous in all directions!
As if no words could describe its speed and power, it smashed through the willow whip, and then rushed into many cloud barriers.
"Roar!"
"Sizzling... Chick!"
The five Yin soldiers howled violently, and the black cloud rolled like a wave, shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The golden light filled the sky, and the flames were dotted like lotuses, swaying and swaying, covering half of the square. In the red and black interlacing, everyone was dazzled and their hearts were throbbing.
Almost instantly, the Yin soldiers turned into ashes.
When the sword comes, the golden glow dissolves, and the blue sky, ghosts and fog disappear!
"no no… "
Zhang Ziliang was stunned, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he didn't even dare to resist. He only felt that his eyes were piercing, and then his consciousness went dark, and he didn't even feel the slightest pain.
"..."
Everyone watched in a daze, the wooden sword broke through the willow whip, penetrated the black cloud, and killed him all the way, just like cutting tofu.
Puchi!
Zhang Ziliang was split into two, half of the body was separated left and right, and fell neatly on the ground.
Dead silence!
The entire audience in the Eastern Hermitage was dead silent.
Everyone sitting on the wall was stunned, their mouths were wide open, the reflex arcs of their thinking and limbs faltered at the same time, and they were all in a state of panic. He was chased and beaten just now, why, how did he win
Oh yes! It should be Zhang Shouyang deliberately hiding his clumsiness and finding the right time to kill with one blow!
Others were full of passion, plopping down from the wall, and grinning when they fell to the ground: "Hahaha, I am mighty in Longhushan! Daoism is mighty! Xia Guomighty!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
Zhang Ziliang's disciples rushed over to collect his body, their hands and feet were slow and their eyes were complicated. The backer fell, and he lost his confidence, and there was still great fear in his grief.
"Huchi... Huchi..."
Zhang Shouyang looked at the stage. Thirty-five friends slipped past and finally stopped at the last seat. There was no one there.
"Oh, it's really a matter, brush your clothes and go!"
He smiled wryly to himself, after all he was helped by others to win the competition, he did show signs of disheartened and unstable mood for a moment. But then, he became very firm again: I fight for the orthodoxy, but I am not good at it, and I must practice more in the future, so I just pay back the favor.
"well… "
Mu Kun sighed, neither sad nor happy, this result was expected.
Either Longhushan wins, or Overseas wins, or Fenghuangshan makes a move, Longhushan wins... When planning before, Gu Yu and Tianshi Mansion were taken into consideration.
He shook his head, walked slowly to the front of the stage, and announced loudly: "Zhang Ziliang loses, Longhushan wins!"
…
Zhang Ziliang died, but his disciples were still there. According to the agreement, they could leave, but the orthodox they had learned had to stay. There is no need for Longhushan to take action, the government will help them take care of it.
These disciples have followed Zhang Ziliang for many years and know his secrets clearly.
They are also very knowledgeable about current affairs. After all, if they confess frankly, they can still save their lives. Except for Aoun, the disciples of the other Xia people all revealed their intention to join the Tianshi Mansion.
A lot of things were taken overseas in those years, including 72 talisman spells and 18 small instruments of various kinds, all of which were of ordinary power but varied and had special uses.
The more powerful ones are the Fang Zhenshan Zhuxie Seal, a 300-year-old mahogany magic sword, two purple talismans, and five blue talismans.
The Celestial Master Seal does exist, but it is not in the hands of Zhang Ziliang, but it is left in the secret room of the Tianshi Mansion in Nanyang together with the "Tai Shang Mo Ghost Sutra".
There was no way, the Special Bureau discussed with the Daoist Academy again, and sent a few experts to fetch Yin Yunyun, but did not mention it.
After the duel, everyone gathered in Tianshi Mansion. Although Chen Muzi died, and Zhang Shouyang's strength was greatly weakened, and he needed to recuperate for several months, the overall atmosphere was very cheerful.
"Congratulations, the way of heavenly masters has been divided for a hundred years, and it has been unified under your leadership, which is enough to last forever."
Inner hall, clear tea, Lu Yuanqing offered Zhang Jintong a cup of tea instead of wine.
"Hehe, I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it, it's just a fluke, thanks to your great help!"
Ouch, the turmoil is over, Zhang Jintong is so comfortable, he is as happy as a rose flower, and he waved his hands to be humble.
"Where is it, it is the achievements of you and Senior Brother Zhang, and no one can obliterate it."
Everyone was in a good mood, and the polite words slipped away. Don't think that Taoist priests can't socialize, this is human nature.
"Uncle!"
After talking for a long time, Zhang Shouyang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Where is Lay Gu, I want to thank you in person."
"He left without waiting for the end of the competition, saying that he would go back to Yingtan first, and then he would go back to Phoenix Mountain tomorrow."
Zhang Jintong paused, and said: "I think it's better not to see each other. I know my heart, and it would be embarrassing to meet."
"..."
Zhang Shouyang was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Forget it."
Tan Chongdai who was next to him heard this, and suddenly said, "Abbot, when will we go back to the mountain?"
"If there is no change, we will return tomorrow."
"Oh, then I will leave for half a day and return home tomorrow morning."
"Okay, be more careful."
Basically, Lu Yuanqing usually doesn't care about their private affairs, and gives them considerable respect on weekdays.
"Well, I'll take my leave first."
Tan Chongdai looked a little weird, he bowed his hands to everyone, and stepped out of the inner hall with a thin body.
Zhang Jintong looked at his back, maybe he was very old, suddenly felt sad, and said: "The time of the old Taoist is numbered."
"..."
Everyone was speechless, and after a long time, Lu Yuanqing sighed quietly, "Yes, time is running out."