Mythical warriors are high above the sky, controlling Qi and riding the wind, like gods.
It's just that no matter how "as if", it's just "as if", not a real fairy.
Mythical warriors are also human beings, and they also have their own limits.
For example, the myth of killing the patriarch with blood, even if you try your best, you will only be separated by ten or twenty miles at most. As for more, it is beyond your power.
As for the martial arts myth in Chang'an City, it was unbelievable and unheard of to shoot thousands of miles away.
Even in overseas countries where martial arts are prosperous, the blood-killing patriarch has never heard of such an unimaginable scene.
"Nonsense!"
The blood-killing patriarch looked uncertain, and finally sneered suddenly: "Did you see that scene with your own eyes?"
As soon as the words of blood killing the ancestor came out.
The Xueshamen disciple was slightly taken aback, and immediately replied: "Patriarch, I also heard about it."
"snort."
"I see."
The blood-killing patriarch snorted coldly: "Your level is too low, and you don't even know how we wait for the myth."
The blood-killing patriarch's expression recovered, and he figured everything out in an instant.
Ordinary people like to spread rumors and exaggerate, so why don't they know about killing the ancestors with blood
It's like when two mythical warriors fight, the mountains fall and the ground cracks, and the aftermath spreads to dozens of miles around.
If this scene is seen by ordinary people, they will definitely think that the gods are angry, and the gods are fighting, and then the more it spreads, the more outrageous it is.
But in fact, in the eyes of mythical warriors like the blood-killing patriarch, it was nothing more than a fight by a strong man of the same level.
Nothing at all.
And according to what this blood-killing sect disciple said, the mythical martial artist in Chang'an City may indeed be a little capable, but the method of shooting thousands of miles away is far inferior.
"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge the murder of blood, but now is not the time, and I have to wait for the permission of those few."
Patriarch Xuesha pondered for a while, then said lightly.
"How many of them?"
Hearing this, the disciple of the Blood Killing Sect turned pale suddenly.
In his eyes, the blood-killing patriarch is already a fairy-like figure, but now, the blood-killing patriarch actually uses 'those' to refer to others.
"It's okay to tell you."
The ancestor of blood killing glanced at the disciples of blood killing sect, and said casually: "This time I return to this continent, not alone, but with several distinguished and important figures."
Patriarch Xuesha said this, paused for a while, and continued: "Those big figures have high status. If you meet them, you must not surpass them in the slightest."
"Otherwise, not only will you be wiped out, but maybe I will be implicated as well."
Blood Killing Patriarch warned.
"yes."
The blood-killing disciple's face was as white as paper, and he bowed his head repeatedly and replied.
The mythical patriarch of Xueshamen appeared.
The news spread across the entire world as quickly as lightning.
Now that the Tang State has unified all the countries, its power is unparalleled, and Xueshamen was forced to dismiss his disciples in order to avoid the liquidation of the Tang State.
And at this time, the mythical patriarch of the Xueshamen actually appeared. For the disciples of the Xueshamen hiding around like a bereaved dog, it was tantamount to seeing the dawn.
"The patriarch of the Xuesha sect, why is it back?"
"I don't know, did you come back for the murder of blood?"
"It's over, the blood-killing patriarch has returned, and the blood-killing family is in full swing. I'm waiting for the good times to come to an end."
Countless warriors in the rivers and lakes feel sad in their hearts.
For a long time, the blood-killing sect has taken pleasure in provoking all countries in the world and alienating the world's martial arts. The prosperity of the blood-killing sect means that there will be more killings in the world.
"However, the Patriarch of Blood Killing Sect is back, what does the myth in Chang'an City think?"
Someone couldn't help but ask.
As soon as this word came out.
All warriors fell silent.
The three top ranks of the Xuesha Sect fell into the hands of the mythical warrior in Chang'an City. In addition, the Xuesha Sect was forced to dismiss the disciples because of this.
Such a grievance, how could the blood-killing patriarch ignore it
"Who do you think is better than the blood-killing patriarch or the myth in Chang'an City?"
A warrior asked enthusiastically.
"I think it should be the Myth in Chang'an City, right? After all, a few years ago, the same Mythical Master Meng Yuan was killed by the Myth in Chang'an City with one finger."
"Meng Yuan Guoshi is just a beginner in martial arts mythology, how can he be compared with the blood-killing ancestor?"
"That's right, Patriarch Xuesha has been a martial arts myth for two hundred years. Now that he has traveled overseas for two hundred years, his strength must have improved a lot. The myth in Chang'an City can kill Meng Yuan Guoshi with one finger, but he may not be able to defeat Xuesha." Patriarch."
Countless warriors chatted quickly.
In their view, although Su Qin's strength is unfathomable, the blood-killing patriarch is not weak either, especially in the past two hundred years, God knows how high the blood-killing patriarch has reached.
"In my opinion, the Myth in Chang'an City should not be the opponent of the Patriarch of Blood Killing Sect."
An old warrior made a final decision.
Although Su Qin is invincible in the current world, the head of the blood-killing sect was already invincible two hundred years ago. When the two did not fight head-on, everyone felt that the blood-killing sect master was stronger.
After all, in martial arts cultivation, one side has practiced two hundred years longer than the other side, so it is clear at a glance which one is stronger and which is weaker.
Just when the world was talking about it.
Chang'an City.
Inside the palace.
"It is indeed blood killing the Patriarch."
Tang Huang's expression was as serious as water, looking at the information in his hand, he said in a deep voice.
Now that the Tang Kingdom ruled the world, as early as the first time the Blood Killing Patriarch appeared, relevant information had been passed to the Emperor Tang.
It's just that Tang Huang still had doubts in his heart at that time, but as time passed, more and more information came, but Tang Huang had no choice but to believe it.
"Your Majesty, what should I do now?"
A minister stood up, looked at Emperor Tang, and asked with cupped hands.
Tang Huang was silent for a while, and said: "Zhen will mobilize the army to strengthen the inspection of Chang'an City."
The rest of the courtiers looked at each other when they heard the words, and parted their lips, but they didn't say anything more.
In fact, you can only do what Tang Huang said, otherwise what can you do? Could it be possible to take the initiative to find the blood-killing ancestor and take him down
Let alone whether Tang Guo can take down the blood-killing patriarch who is a martial arts myth, who can grasp the whereabouts of the blood-killing patriarch alone
Martial arts mythology controls Qi and rides the wind, tens of thousands of miles a day, maybe one day in the extreme west, tomorrow you will run to the extreme north.
After the court meeting ended.
Tang Huang hurried to the East Palace.
"Mr. Ruan, hasn't the third brother contacted you yet?" Tang Huang found Ruan Qing and asked.
Although Ruan Qing claimed to be Su Qin's servant, Emperor Tang dared not really treat a martial arts myth as a servant, but called him "Mr."
In the Tang Dynasty, 'Mr.' is a respectful title, such as Mr. Teacher.
"No."
Ruan Qing glanced at Emperor Tang, and asked suspiciously: "Do you have something to ask the master?"
"The blood-killing patriarch two hundred years ago has come back for some unknown reason." Emperor Tang basically said what he knew.
"It seems that the great religious masters overseas have begun to intervene." Ruan Qing thought for a while, then sighed softly.
"Then what should we do now?"
Although Emperor Tang didn't know what Ruan Qing meant by "Shangzong Dajiao", he also knew that it was not a good thing.
"If it's just the blood killing of the Patriarch, I can deal with it, but besides the blood killing of the Patriarch, those great sects must have sent other disciples over."
Ruan Qing shook his head.
"Now, we can only wait for the master to leave the customs."
Ruan Qing said helplessly.
Almost at the same time, all kinds of incredible news spread from all over the world.
For example, someone once saw a woman in white flying in the air in the extreme northern ice field, like a fairy from the upper world. Some people saw a man in green with a sword carrying a sword, stepping hundreds of meters, as if he was measuring the world. Some people also saw a Taoist priest standing on the clouds, looking down at all beings indifferently, as if he was looking for something.
For a time, the world was shaken.
If it is said that the blood-killing ancestors that appeared out of thin air at the beginning just shocked the world, then the existence of these suspected mythical warriors appearing one after another now makes people panic.
"What happened?"
"Could it be possible that these people are the same as killing the ancestors with blood, returning from overseas?"
"That's the only possibility. Otherwise, it's hard to have one in every era of martial arts mythology. How can there be so many now?"
Many warriors were terrified.
And at this moment.
On a high mountain, there are several figures standing leisurely.
These figures include a woman in white clothes who looks like a fairy, a man in green clothes with a sword, and a Taoist priest in Taoist robes.
This moment.
Because of the presence of these figures, the entire mountain top was faintly shrouded in an inexplicable aura.
"How did you check?"
The woman in white said in a crisp voice.
She is the contemporary goddess of the Snow God Palace of the overseas great sect, named Bing Ling, and she is here under the order of her master to determine whether this continent is the legendary place of great controversy.
As for the others, they are also the favored sons of the Overseas Great Religion Shangzong.
"This continent, although the current vitality and inspiration is still far inferior to our overseas sects, but its growth rate is far faster than overseas."
The man in green with the sword in his hand said this, paused for a while, and continued: "According to the current trend, the vitality and inspiration here will be comparable to overseas in a hundred years at most, and will completely surpass overseas in two hundred years."
As soon as this word came out.
Everyone on the field changed their expressions.
"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't we join hands, take over the Tang Kingdom, completely control this continent, and then welcome our sect to come over." A rough man said carelessly.
When everyone on the field first arrived, they knew that this continent was ruled by a country named Tang.
"Take control of the Tang Kingdom?"
The Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes frowned slightly: "But I heard that there seems to be a mythical warrior sitting in the city of Chang'an in the Tang Kingdom, and his strength is not weak."
"Not weak?" The rough man grinned and said, "Compared to us and other overseas countries, this place is not even considered ordinary. Any mythical warrior can be invincible for an era."
"But what is it in front of me and other disciples of the University?"
"Anyone can sweep this place."
The rough man's tone revealed a strong arrogance.
"That's right." The man in green with a sword in his hand nodded slightly: "As a disciple of a great sect, whether it's the secret arts or the inheritance, how can ordinary people like this place be able to compare?"
"So good."
Bingling, the contemporary goddess of Snow God Palace, nodded slightly: "In this case, let's go to Chang'an City. If that mythical warrior is sensible and bows his head, his life can be spared. If he is not sensible, he can be killed directly."
Under the city of Chang'an.
In the majestic hall.
Su Qin slowly opened his eyes.
"The field is finally stable."
Su Qin's expression flashed with satisfaction.
(end of this chapter)