The sound of the sword gradually stopped, but there was no blood around. Wang Zhixin's originally calm and composed expression finally showed a slight change.
"... Not dead?"
"Even if you die, I won't die!"
Gu Moli, who had escaped death, continued to lock onto the backs of Hua Qiong and Sheng Ge, and said guiltily that he still didn't understand how Wang Zhixin almost killed him instantly when he was at full health. Just as he said, this was no longer a simple physical attack.
However, compared to Gu Moli, Wang Zhixin was even more shocked.
"Sir, your methods are truly extraordinary."
“It’s not dead.”
Wang Zhixin did not flick his knife with his fingers as he did before, but shook his head helplessly: "Maybe this is fate. Although you are not dead, I think your injuries are serious and difficult to recover. If you don't want to die, retreat. With the help of these two masters, you won't die next."
"Not to the point of death...?"
Gu Moli raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and a hint of speculation instantly arose in his mind.
And almost at the same time.
"ha!"
A loud roar came from the bottom of the mountain. The sound was extremely penetrating, spanning thousands of miles yet condensed and not dissipated, like a divine sword piercing through the endless wind and snow on the top of the sky. However, the spirit contained in the voice was incomparably majestic, as if a mad lion was baring its fangs and claws, and shuttled through the woods.
Immediately following.
From the foot of Tianjue Peak, a figure strode up the mountain trail, revealing his arms, with a pair of golden bracelets on his wrists and thick shoulder-length hair. With every breath he took, the blood in his body surged, passing through his skin to form a layer of dancing blood-colored aura.
Every step taken.
The snow under the peak of Tianjue Peak suddenly burst into a burst of white mist. It was the melting and vaporization phenomenon of the snow after being in direct contact with a high-temperature object. Wherever it passed, the ice and snow melted and steam rose. The figure bathing in it seemed as majestic as Acalanatha in the clouds.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every time you lift your foot.
The figure directly crossed a very long distance, like a flying arrow, and in just a few breaths, it had arrived at the first level of Tianjue Peak. As the gatekeeper, Zhuri Jian Lin Hao did not even show his face, and just watched the other party stride through the first level.
There is no way. If I go up, it won’t be a matter of the opponent taking my sword, but whether I can take the opponent’s move.
Then came another stick of incense's time.
This figure has already arrived at the second level, and at this moment, the four masters at this level, even the most arrogant Sword Immortal Lord, couldn't help but hold their breath.
"A mad lion slaughters thousands of people..."
"Why is he here..."
"...Damn it!"
The other three people read out the name of the person who came, and the moment they heard this name, Jian Xianjun couldn't help but widen his eyes. He had just come out of the Exiled Immortal Villa not long ago, and although he knew the name of the Crazy Lion Massacre, in his opinion, this was just a country bumpkin who was lucky enough to become a Grandmaster... .
... .but damn!
What's the matter with this level of cultivation? The mad lion who slaughtered thousands of people is actually a great master!
How is this possible!
While the Sword Immortal was in a daze, Wanrenshua nonchalantly swept through many masters of the second level, including Hong Chen, the gatekeeper of the Star-Picking Sword.
"... Not you."
"You, tell me." Wanren Tu pointed randomly, but happened to point at Jian Xianjun: "Have you ever seen someone who can use strange weapons?"
“… … ..”
The violent momentum and powerful oppression made the Sword Immortal Lord, who had just been beaten and teased by Gu Moli, feel furious. However, he was still rational. Even though he was resentful, he endured it considering the gap in strength between the two sides.
"... Strange weapons? There is indeed one, and he is now at the third level."
"very good."
Wanren Tu had been in the martial arts world for so many years, so how could he not see the inner thoughts of Jian Xianjun? However, he didn't care. After all, he had seen many similar people over the years.
After saying that, he was too lazy to communicate with others. He just leaped, completely ignoring the wind and snow, and the height, and jumped directly onto the cliff of the second level. His fists were like drills, punching into the solid and unbreakable rock wall that had been baptized by wind and snow without any hindrance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With each punch, Wanren Tu created a hole. With each punch, he took a step forward. He passed the second level as if it were flat ground, and finally reached the third level.
"Hmm?" As soon as he entered the third level, Wanren Tu's nose twitched, and then he pulled the corner of his mouth: "It's just a trifle."
“Hoo…Hoo!”
He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. The illusion of the third level collapsed on its own. Wanrenstu did not resist the so-called illusion incense at all. Instead, he smashed it directly with his own artistic conception. As for those silk threads, even the aura around him could not tear them apart and they broke directly.
The illusion dissipated, and Moon-Chasing Sword Lin Heng fell down and sat down in the snow with a bitter smile on his face.
"... ..woman?"
Wanren Tu, who had already raised his hand, frowned when he saw this, then looked at the top of Tianjue Peak again, and then loosened his five fingers: "Well, I'll spare your life."
Without pausing, Wanren Tu slightly bent his legs, then took a deep leap, directly passed the third level, and landed on the road leading to the top of Tianjue.
Then his eyes swept over everyone present.
... .Finally it locked onto Gu Moli.
"It's you."
Wanren Tu nodded, and Gu Moli had a huge ominous premonition in his heart: "I wonder if this warrior..."
"Die."
Boom! Without giving Gu Moli a chance to speak, Wanren Tu threw a real punch. This was his first time throwing a punch since he reached the top of the sky. Although it was not as strange as Wang Zhixin's previous flick of the knife, the momentum was many times greater.
With five fingers clenched tightly, he felt as if he was alone in the world.
What catches the eye... .
Only one iron fist!
Boom!
Noble Scepter! The third special effect: Noble Glory!
The moment Wanrentu threw his punch, Gu Moli knew that the man in front of him was definitely not comparable to the master he had met before. He made a prompt decision and immediately used the skill that he had originally intended to use against Wang Zhixin. A circle of golden halo began to spread with him as the center.
Noble Glory: Hit the ground with your staff to forcefully knock back all nearby non-friendly targets
The special effects of legendary equipment have extremely high priority. To a large extent, once activated, the effect is irreversible. Although Wanrenslayer has extremely high martial arts value, it has not exceeded the limit of the noble scepter. As the golden halo exploded, his fist was also blocked.
"Hmm? Not dead?"
His figure stood tall and motionless, Wanren Tu looked at the golden halo spreading around Gu Moli with some surprise.
"You guys are sick!"
"... Why do you all want me to die?"
Gu Moli felt very aggrieved.
Although I have become more relaxed and carefree since I came to the mountain, and I deserve a beating, it is not to the point where Gu Moli must die, right? !
Something must have gone wrong!
"My dear warrior, there must be a misunderstanding between us..."
"I know."
"... .Huh?"
Wanren Tu ignored Gu Moli and looked in the direction of Wang Zhixin: "I heard from people down the mountain that although this man used a weapon to seriously injure my brother, he was not dead at that time. There was someone else who really killed him. The Grand Commander of the Imperial City... Is this a plot by the court? So, the person who killed my brother is someone from the court?"
"Your brother....?"
Wang Zhixin frowned as he looked at the massacre of thousands of people, who seemed calm but was actually extremely violent.
This is not right.
He was indeed waiting for someone, and that person was indeed a rare great master in the world, but the person he was waiting for should not be the massacre of thousands of people in front of him, but...
"As Crazy Lion said, I do have some clues."
"Um!?"
As the words came out suddenly, Wanrentu instantly turned his gaze and looked outside the Tianjue Peak. In the distant sky, he saw a divine bird as big as a chariot flapping its wings and flying towards him. There were two graceful figures standing on its back, one of them was dressed as a maid and was holding a lyre.
Almost at the same time, You Feng Lai Yi, who was at the second level, turned pale suddenly. He looked at the divine bird in the sky with horror, fear in his eyes.
"... Master of Wutong Valley?"
Wanren Tu frowned even deeper: "Where is the clue?"
"The other party is from the imperial court."
"But you can't say that you are a member of the court."
"At least it should have nothing to do with Governor Wang in front of us."
The divine bird landed on the ground, and the master of Wutong Valley and Feiwubuqi also landed under the Xuanbing platform. However, this time, Wang Zhixin unexpectedly put away the Embroidered Spring Knife.
Then he bowed respectfully to the Master of Wutong Valley.
"The King of the Imperial City Department knows the letter."
"Hello, Madam."