It is an unparalleled statement from ancient times to the present. In the blood world where the master has not appeared, she naturally deserves the title. But the peak of the unparalleled fighting spirit is only the peak of the extreme realm.
Who here is not at the peak of the Jida? When everyone is at their peak, they are in this state.
And holding the Kusanagi sword in his hand, he can also be the pinnacle of the Yakuza, because he can easily kill the Yakuza. In a broad sense, he is also the pinnacle of the Yakuza.
President Baker refused to accept why the unparalleled fighting spirit was the strongest.
Dorgon didn't explain. What's strange is that the master of Pojun didn't ask any questions, and seemed to understand it tacitly.
In a threesome, one of them will be excluded
"Sooner or later I'll kill you two old guys." Baker Richardson thought to himself.
"It's over, it's finally over." The Qingshi said with some emotion: "Although it's too early, you have no hope after all."
Dorgon, him, and Baker Richardson were as powerful as the Iron Triangle. It was only a matter of time before the Unparalleled Fighting Spirit and the Phoenix were defeated.
Moreover, as Li Xianyu's physical strength declined, the energy that the unparalleled fighting spirit could mobilize plummeted, making matters worse.
How to make a comeback
"This battle that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years has finally come to an end. Phoenix, you will eventually die in our hands..." When the young master said this, he was stunned and found that this sentence had a strong meaning. A sense of déjà vu, as if I had said so.
Dorgon added: "And this time, you can no longer be reborn. I will set up a formation to deprive you of your will and steal your authority. It's a pity that no one in this world is qualified to replace you."
Bingzhazi remained indifferent and silent as usual.
Beside him, Baker Richardson raised his eyebrows and said to himself, little brother, what's the matter with you? Am I not the best candidate
He also knew that he wouldn't be so kind to fulfill him. It didn't matter. After getting the fruit, the authority of the phoenix was nothing.
Grandma said impatiently: "If you want to fight, just fight. Don't talk so much nonsense. Dorgon, even if you die, I will drag you to be buried with you."
Dorgon frowned: "Wushuang Fighting Spirit, what happened to your Li family was the order of that woman Cixi, what does it have to do with me? On the contrary, you have to thank me, thank me for turning you into a Wushuang Fighting Spirit, so that you can The Li family has enjoyed invincible grace for generations to come.”
Go away, it's the demeanor of kidney failure... Li Xianyu was so angry that he couldn't help but want to complain.
The descendants of the Li family have been suffering from kidney deficiency for generations, and their heirs are few. Monks are not better than monks. Others spend money like water, but the descendants of the Li family are scrupulous, saving money one coin at a time.
I'm afraid that the "money" will be spent before the child is born.
However, he should really thank Dorgon. If Dorgon had not secretly manipulated all this, his grandmother might have become a beauty and withered bones.
Li Xianyu could not find a lovely and arrogant grandma in the long family tree of the Li family.
"You have no chance." Li Xianyu said, "Baoze has already made sufficient preparations. Once we lose, we will immediately annihilate Niushan. Qingshi, how much nuclear bomb do you think you can withstand?"
"Dorgon, do you dare to compete with the strongest weapon in mankind?"
"President Baker, you and I won't talk anymore."
"Why don't we each take a step back? The fruit isn't ripe anyway, so how about we stop fighting. Come back when the fruit is ripe."
The three bosses looked at Li Xianyu like a fool.
"I don't know if I can withstand a nuclear bomb, but you can think about whether a nuclear bomb can catch up with me." Dorgon said with a smile.
Unless there is someone out there who can predict the future, who knows when they will leave
When they show up and launch again, everyone will disappear.
Things like nuclear bombs have never been taken seriously by the masters. This thing blindly pursues destructive power, is suitable for fighting national wars, and poses little threat to them.
"Throughout the past and present, the only thing that really scares me among human beings is the Demon Dao Wangchen. That is the existence that I dare not make an enemy of." The Qingshi said calmly.
Anyway, the demonic path has been dead for decades and has long been a vanishing wave in the long river of history.
"Did you secretly promote what happened to Taoist Wangchen back then?" Li Xianyu asked.
"Of course." Qingshi said: "When the Qing court was defeated, while signing the agreement, Dorgon deliberately leaked the intelligence information of the Pantheon Palace to the blood descendants of the island nation. We plan to use the blood descendants of the island nation to test the Phoenix. Then She is sleeping now, and Poison Tail, myself, and that guy in Europe don’t dare to go back to the Palace of the Gods. We can only wait for the Palace of the Gods to open at a specific time and send people in to check the situation.”
"After the Japanese army fully invaded China, the Aoki family really started searching for the coordinates of the Panshin Palace. I took advantage of this moment and deliberately gave them the key."
"The Aoki family successfully opened the door to the Palace of the Gods. What people didn't expect was that all the blood descendants who entered the Palace of the Gods were wiped out. Only a little Taoist priest named Wangchen among the blood slaves came out alive, and he also brought out the master of lust. .”
"He didn't bring out any information about the Phoenix, so I didn't kill it and let it grow, because I knew that the Aoki family would not give up and would definitely organize people to enter the Palace of the Gods again."
"The subsequent development was as I expected. However, what I didn't expect was that a mere Taoist priest could resist the erosion of the master of lust and create the Three Talents Swordsmanship in a desperate situation."
"How do you understand my mood at that time?"
Ten Thousand Heads Draft? Rushing mood.
"We are afraid that there will be another Dorgon, and that he will have eternal life. How can we play by then? We must not be killed by him with a knife in his hand."
Dorgon stole the power of the Lord, but in the end he did not transcend the scope of the Lord.
The Demonic Way is different. As the founder of Sancai Swordsmanship, if he also obtains eternal life and the characteristics of immortality, then he will have no control over it.
You can't kill him because everyone is immortal.
And someone can stab you to death with one sword.
"So you secretly added fuel to the fire, slandered his reputation, spread rumors that he was carrying a huge treasure, and pushed him into the abyss." Li Xianyu gritted his teeth.
"This is the trick to deal with your biological father." The Qingshi laughed proudly: "Not only that, we also sent killers, disguised as members of the Cao family, to deal with him and intensify the conflict."
"Bewitch and forget his feelings, teach him how to peel off the lost body, and seize the lost body of the demon."
"By the way, the death of Junior Sister Wangchen was also my intention." Qingshi said with a smile: "At that time, Master Quanzhen was already my disciple."
"All of this is to make the demon go completely crazy and lead to destruction."
Everyone had heard these past events in confusion and didn't understand much, and not everyone was like Xiu'er, who secretly followed Li Xianyu's account updates.
Grandma Grandma and Bing Zhazi have never read Wangchen’s short story series.
It turns out you were the one who killed the little junior sister. Li Xianyu has blue veins bulging on his forehead.
This group of old monsters secretly controls the blood world. They are responsible for the unparalleled fighting spirit, the demon Wangchen, and the tragedy of the three brothers under the moon.
They hide behind the scenes and play with human lives like dolls.
While talking, Qingshi and Dorgon had recovered most of their physical strength.
Villains die because they talk too much. Their talking too much is not because they are mentally retarded, but because they delay time to regain their strength. With the mind of a young master, they will not let down their guard because they are complacent.
However, Grandma Grandma, Bing Zhazi, Li Xianyu and others also accumulated a lot of physical strength during this period.
The young master moved his muscles and bones, and the bones under his skin made a sound like exploding beans.
"Let me bring this battle to an end, Phoenix, you will lose."
Baker Richardson interjected: "Even if the demon is resurrected, it won't change the outcome."
At that moment, at this moment, the entire Pantheon Palace suddenly shook violently, as if there was a big earthquake.
Bingzhaozi's expression changed slightly: "The Palace of All Gods was breached."
It wasn't that the door was blown open, but that this space began to collapse.
Everyone present was awestruck and looked serious.
There is no doubt that a third party intervened.
The ninth master! !
The next moment, everyone with wits locked their eyes on the target.
The most powerful masters in the vampire world are gathered here, and the rest, such as the chief who lives in the lines, do not have this power.
Only the mysterious ninth master, the dragon that sees its head but never its tail, possesses such power.
It finally appeared, and it really had the idea of leaving behind the oriole.
"It's better to come out." Dorgon hummed: "It's better than being shot in the dark at the critical moment."
At this time, there was a sharp sound in everyone's ears.
Like the sound of a missile being launched.
Following the sound, I saw a stream of light piercing through the Palace of the Gods and approaching rapidly.
It was a three-foot long sword, trailing a red tail light, and the sword body was red and almost melted.
Standing against the hot red sword spine is a young Taoist priest with long flowing sleeves, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome appearance.
When I first saw him, his temperament and demeanor reminded me of the chrysanthemum Taoist Dan Chenzi.
If you look again, you will find the difference. Dan Chenzi lacks something called the protagonist's halo.
No, it's Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's temperament.
Li Xianyu was stunned. He had seen this Taoist priest's voice and smile in his dreams and at Taoism conferences.
"Wangchen, Wangchen!!" Slime suddenly fell into uncontrollable excitement and roared loudly: "It's you, it's you, it's all your fault, it's all your fault!!!"
Wang Chen... . Demonic way Wang Chen... ..
Slime's words were like thunder hitting everyone's hearts.
Grandma Li Peiyun and other people who had seen the remnant soul of the demonic path suddenly realized and immediately recognized the young Taoist priest.
Dan Chenzi's eyes widened, knowing that the old Taoist priest who had been with him for several years and taught him was here.
This is the true face of the old timer.
"The Demon Dao Wangchen..." The young master's heart felt cold, and huge fear exploded in his heart.
Baker Richardson's mouth was dry, and he sensed the flying sword that was flying towards him. It might be that his spiritual power had touched the opponent. He felt that his soul was trembling, and he felt as weak as duckweed.
He is the Demon Dao Wangchen. Eighty years ago, he started the Quanzhen Rebellion. He was born during World War II and was the pinnacle of the Extreme Dao that made the entire Far Eastern blood world tremble.
Taoist demon!
Forget about dust!
Why is he still alive? How could he still be alive...
Are they Baoze's rescuers? Damn it, why did Baoze never reveal the existence of the demonic path
Why is there never any news about him in the huge intelligence network of the Superpower Association
If I knew he was not dead, I, I... President Baker would be heartbroken.
The one whose heart felt even colder was the Qingshi, because it found that it was locked. Yes, the demonic path was targeting it.
Yaodao locked it.
There is nowhere to run, no way to hide... This is the true feeling of Qingshi.
That is the lock from the soul. No matter how it evades, this sword will penetrate its soul.
"This is the spirit, not the body... He is not the real demon... He is the remnant soul of the demon... No, the residual soul of the demon has been wiped out in the Tao Discussion Conference... ..what is going on... ... "
Pop... sizzle... ..
It was like boiling hot oil being poured on the meat, making a boiling sound.
The red-hot iron sword hit the young master's face, turning him into a splash of molten iron.
The young Taoist priest on the sword instantly disappeared into Qingshi's sea of consciousness.
The next moment, an invisible and qualityless spiritual storm swept through all the Yakuza and half-step Yakuza present.
If the soul has an image, the souls of everyone present are like candles, swaying violently in the strong wind, and may be extinguished at any time.
Dorgon and Baker Richardson, who were closest to Qingshi, felt it the most, especially the latter, who lost consciousness in an instant, and his soul seemed to have escaped into the boundless darkness.
After a while, young Wangchen floated out of the sea of consciousness of the young master. He glanced at Li Xianyu and the others who were still in confusion, frowned, and sighed quietly: "As expected... Idiot."
He looked at the gray-white sky and smiled freely: "It's fate, revenge... let's go."
The reason why he didn't agree to Qin Ze's request was because the time had not come yet.
The Lord of Pojun must kill all the clones before he will die, and he only has one chance to strike.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
The already illusory voice became more and more erratic, and after a few seconds, it was completely erased from the world.
After a while, everyone recovered from the crazy and terrifying mental storm. They covered their heads that seemed to be about to split, their faces were pale, and they looked around vigilantly.
Demon Dao Wangchen has disappeared, and the Qingshi stood there blankly, with solidified molten iron on his face.
The Qingshi's body slowly melted, like a melted candle, turning into a mass of dark blue flesh and blood, squirming unconsciously.
Dorgon's face was horrified.
This is the remains of the master. If the master separates the remains, it means that the original will has been erased, and it will take a long time to re-condensate the soul.
Back then in the Palace of the Gods, the eight masters had their wills wiped out and their remains separated. Then they reunited their souls over the long years and escaped one after another.
Dorgon couldn't believe it. In order to erase the self-will from the true dragon's body, he spent a century before he could gradually erase the true dragon's will and successfully seize the body and steal the power.
With just one sword blow, the master of Pojun was knocked back to his original state.
The army is over...Baker Richardson's spirit is in chaos and he can no longer fight...
The situation suddenly became unfavorable, and the only way to stay was to defeat.
Dorgon stretched out his hand towards Yishu, and Yishu instinctively swallowed the nearest creature and attached it to Dorgon.
Dorgon grabbed Baker Richardson's shoulders: "Let's go!"
At this time, Li Xianyu, Li Peiyun and others were still in a state of confusion. Although Bingzhazi and Grandma Zu had a splitting headache and could not figure out the situation, they saw that Qingshi was beaten back to his original shape. Dorgon took Baker with him. ·Richardson fled.
Knowing that the opportunity was too late to allow the enemy to escape, the two female bosses gave chase.
(End of chapter)