The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 470 Goodbye Nameless
"Hehe, although these one hundred and eight people are unpredictable in martial arts, they are fighting on their own, so there is nothing to worry about!"

At this time, a person suddenly appeared behind the old man. This person was surrounded by purple light, and his aura was extremely strong.

Jue Xin looked at this person who appeared suddenly, with somewhat fear in his eyes.

On the other side of the old man, the young man with a long knife on his back didn't seem to have much feeling for the sudden appearance of this person, and his pair of stern eyes were still staring at the palace not far away.

Inside the palace, tens of thousands of imperial guards armed with new-style firecrackers stood guard outside the Fengtian Hall, and on the steps of the hall, Nie Feng stood with a knife.

Although he couldn't see clearly what was outside Chengtian Gate, he could clearly feel a sharp saber intent coming straight towards him from outside Chengtian Gate.

"Your Majesty, it's not too late, it's better to let the subordinates take action..."

Jue Xin took a step forward and said to the old man.

But before he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand slightly, turned around and glanced at the man behind him who was covered in purple glow.

"Let me also see if your purple air sect has earned its reputation!"

The person covered in purple light gave a disdainful smile, then waved his hand.

In the open space behind him, hundreds of Japanese warriors wrapped in purple robes and masks poured out in an instant.

These people, in terms of breath alone, are not weaker than high-end masters, and the breaths they emit are connected with each other, forming an endless cycle.

"kill!"

The person surrounded by purple air said something lightly, and the hundreds of disciples of the purple air sect behind him rushed into the battlefield in an instant.

puff!

What caught everyone's attention was that these purple-robed killers, who were obviously subordinate to Emperor Dongying, didn't go straight to the one hundred and eight Yakshas after entering the battle.

Instead, he raised his hand and cut Guichaluo in two.

Those ghost-faced soldiers brought by Emperor Dongying, anyone who stood in the way of these purple-robed killers were beheaded with a single blow.

These people didn't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy when they used their swords. If they didn't know, they thought they were here to help defend the city!

Hundreds of purple robes entered the battle, and first beheaded Gui Shaluo and Ghost Face Pawn, the minister of suffering, and then swayed and shuttled among the one hundred and eight yakshas.

Others looked confused, but those who can stand here at this moment are all first-class masters.

For the flow of energy, they are naturally more sensitive than ordinary warriors.

Hundreds of purple-robed killers shuttled between them, and their vigor gradually connected together, forming an invisible killing array.

"Purple Qi Tiangang Formation..."

The old man had been only looking at the young man with the long knife in the palace, but he couldn't help but marvel at this moment.

puff……

As soon as the young man with the long knife finished speaking, a burst of energy pierced through the formation, directly piercing through the seven or eight yakshas trapped within.

The blood turned into streaks of mist, which immediately diffused outside the Chengtian Gate.

And that breath is still shuttling back and forth, and every time it can bring up waves of blood mist.

As the blood mist gradually diffused, everyone followed the trajectory of the blood mist and saw the layout of the energy that seemed to be real.

"It lives up to its reputation!"

The old man looked at the seriously injured Yasha and nodded slightly.

Seeing that those yakshas were about to die on the spot, but at this moment the person standing behind the old man frowned slightly.

Blood energy pervaded the entire Chengtian Gate, but when the energy was turned, he could clearly see that the wounds on those Yashas were healing at a terrifying speed!

What's more, even the old man and the young man with the long knife noticed that these wounded Yashas seem to have improved their cultivation to a higher level!
Back then, that person broke into the Yasha Pond in order to avenge killing Xiongba, and in just one month, a talented scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken could break into the No. [-] hug in the world.

If it wasn't for being entangled by Xiongba's three major disciples and causing Xiongba to use his three-point magic finger, the outcome of the day would be uncertain.

Even though the heavenly medicine these Yashas took had been diluted by Zhao Yu, the properties of the heavenly medicine still remained in their bodies.

The black sword was fierce, and streams of sword energy shot out from the black sword in Shura's hand, and shot in all directions.

Those purple-robed killers whose breaths flowed to each other were instantly thrown into disorder by the sword energy.

It's just that Japanese ninjutsu is extremely weird. After the sword energy passes by, it often just bursts into a cloud of blood mist. After the blood mist dissipates, the purple-robed killer will appear on the spot unscathed.

However, they seem to be unharmed, but in fact, every time they perform ninjutsu, they need to use their own energy to perform secret techniques, and the damage to themselves is still great.

"I want to join the battle!"

The man behind the old man saw the disadvantages, and immediately took a step forward.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing that the old man agreed, the purple glow on this person's body was even stronger, and in the blink of an eye, he shot out like a bolt of purple lightning, crashing into the formation with the momentum of thunder!

But at this moment, besides Nie Feng and Hua Meng, even Jian Chen came outside Fengtian Hall.

After all, this is the imperial court of the Central Plains, but the Japanese pirates outside the city, no matter what, the barbarians cannot be allowed to break into the imperial palace.

"Some masters have made a move. I'm afraid the backhands left behind by Mr. Zhao can't resist it. I have to stop it!"

Nie Feng frowned slightly, he sensed the aura the moment the man made a move.

"You are not an opponent..."

Just as Nie Feng was about to move forward, Hua Meng shook his head slightly.

The few people present, except for Jian Chen, almost all the rest of them sensed the man's aura.

Nie Feng also knew that what Hua Meng said was the truth, if Senior Brother Yun was here, they would have the strength to fight through the flow of energy between them to guide Mo Ke Wuliang.

But relying on him alone, and the Xueyin knife is still in Zhao Yu's hands, his martial arts cultivation base is only half a catty compared to those Yashas.

With him like this, going out is no different from sending him to death.

buzzing...

At this moment, everyone heard a trembling sound, and then turned to look at Jian Chen who was beside him.

Jian Chen also looked at the Hero Sword in his hand in surprise.

This sword was already destroyed by Zhao Yu's design when he was worshiping at the Sword Villa.

At this moment, there is only half of the broken sword in the scabbard...

But at this time, the only thing that trembled was the half of the broken sword.

Before everyone could react, the half of the Hero's sword left its sheath in an instant, turned into a stream of light and went straight to the outside of Chengtian Gate.

At the same time, outside the Beizhi Gate, a figure galloped towards him.Almost at the same time as the half of the Hero Sword, it landed outside the Chengtian Gate.

"What a pure sword intent, this man..."

Seeing the figure that slammed into the fighting formation outside the Chengtian Gate and blocked the Ziqi Sect Master behind him, the old man frowned again.

"Martial arts mythology, nameless?"

Seeing the middle-aged man in the blue shirt standing in the middle of the battle formation with his hands behind his back, the eyes of the Ziqi Sect master who was blocked slightly narrowed his eyes.

The one who blocked him from entering the battle, and cut off the Qi Qi of the Purple Qi Tiangang Formation with one blow, was the Wulin Myth who had been defeated twice by Zhao Yu.

Originally, according to a normal person's view of right and wrong, he and Zhao Yu had a grudge against each other, so no matter what, he shouldn't come out to wade into the muddy water at this time.

But for people like Wuming, there is an advantage, that is, personal grievances and national vendettas are clearly separated.

Moreover, in the imperial city behind this, there is his only closed disciple.

In terms of emotion and reason, it is impossible for him to stand idly by.

"Ah……"

Looking at the Emperor Dongying who was sitting peacefully not far away, and then looking at the top experts around the Emperor, and the hundreds of dead men with advanced cultivation beside him, Wuming gave a wry smile.

This is not to say that he is afraid of the strength of these people, it's just that he understands one thing with a wry smile.

"After all, you are right!"

Wuming muttered to himself in a low voice, then raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of Xizhimen.

"I really want to try it out, whether this so-called martial arts myth has real talent and learning, or is it just a false name..."

Zidian Kuanglei, the master of Ziqi Sect, took a step forward and looked at Wuming standing in the formation with a sneer.

The Wuming at this moment no longer has the same compassionate thoughts as before, and he didn't even say a word about quitting the imperial city to protect them from death.

Today, Wuming finally understands that the philosophy held by Zhao Yu is the most correct.

Once a warrior reaches a certain level, no matter what his thoughts are, he is a potential threat to the common people!

If the people who came to Chengtian Gate today were just ordinary Dongying soldiers, even if Wuming couldn't bear the Central Plains Lu Chen, he would not make a move.

But none of the people who came here today are ordinary people!

Wuming didn't answer Zidian Kuanglei's words, but turned the broken sword in his hand slightly, and a sword intent went straight to the bullfight.

With a movement of Zidian Kuanglei's figure, he turned into a streak of purple thunder and came straight towards the formation without a name.

The violent energy around him instantly set off a hurricane, and even the Emperor Dongying unconsciously raised his hand to block the energy.

As for those purple-robed dead men and Yashas in the formation, they were all forced back dozens of steps almost at the moment Zidian Kuanglei rushed out.

boom!
In an instant, Zi Dian rushed towards Chengtianmen, but at this moment, a giant sword that covered the sky condensed out of thin air in front of Wuming, blocking his unstoppable means.

Before Zidian collapsed, Wuming's hand moved slightly, and the heroic sword and horizontal sword in his hand were in front of him, and the broken sword was directly approaching Zidian.

rumbling...

There was a crackling sound, and in the open space between Zidian Kuanglei and Wuming, a bottomless ravine appeared in front of everyone.

Wuming, who was still indifferent, didn't say anything, but his meaning couldn't be more obvious. Whoever dares to cross this ditch will surely die!
"Humph!"

Zidian Kuanglei snorted coldly, stepped forward again, and Zilei surged on his arms, growing in size in the blink of an eye.

The strength of the fist was like thunder, and it went straight to Wuming's head.

"The grief is inexplicable..."

Ignoring Zidian Kuanglei's ferocious punch, Wuming just murmured to himself.

In the blink of an eye, Zidian Kuanglei had already approached him, but he didn't expect the energy in his body to suddenly condense at this moment, and invisible sword energy criss-crossed him, trapping him in it.

Deep in my heart, a feeling of uneasiness and sorrow spread wildly like a plague.

In just one breath, dozens of acupuncture points all over his body have been pierced by the fierce sword energy.

Martial arts mythology, this name is not a joke after all.

In the whole world, apart from Zhao Yu, who can easily suppress Tianjian Wuming?

"Go and help him!"

Dongying people don't pay much attention to martial arts rules. Seeing that the suzerain of Ziqi Sect was defeated by Wuming, the old man at the side immediately asked Juexin to help.

"Your Majesty, I..."

Jue Xin's expression changed, and he clasped his fists and said, "With my subordinate's martial arts cultivation, going at this time might not be of any use, how about..."

When he said this, Jue Xin raised his eyes and glanced at the man with the knife who had been posing beside him and the old man.

"Hehe, don't be too humble, with your exquisite palm technique, I am afraid that even the deity will be shunned?"

The old man sneered, raised his head and squinted at Jue Xin.

Just this sentence made Jue Xin extremely horrified, from the words of Lao Tian Huang, he could hear that this old guy knew his methods very well!

"As ordered!"

Seeing that he couldn't evade it, Jue Xin could only bite the bullet and step forward, darting into the formation.

Even Jue Wushen is not an unknown opponent, just a Jue Tian, ​​why?
Seeing that Jue Xin was about to enter the battle, the fierce sword energy spread all around him, it seemed that if he took another step forward, he would be torn apart by the sword energy.

But at this time, Jue Xin stopped, raised his palms slightly, and waves of energy rippled from the guy's palms like ripples.

What was surprising was that the sword qi that even a master like the Ziqi sect could not break free for a while dissipated like Haruyuki after encountering Juexin's palm strength.

"Come on!"

A palm shook the sword energy away, Jue Xin's body moved, and he rushed towards Wuming.

When the figure passed by the lord of the Ziqi Sect, the power flow in his right hand turned and he was instantly released from the predicament.

"Ok?"

Seeing Jue Xin break in, even Wu Ming frowned.

This guy's palm strength is thick and uninterrupted, and his strength penetrates the mystery, and it feels like there is no trace at all.

"What a delicate palm technique..."

Even Huang Ying, who was always posing, couldn't help admiring.

And the old man looked at Jue Xin with a killing intent that flashed away.

Compared with a reckless man like Jue Wushen, his son is even more dangerous.

If he hadn't had an eyeliner in Wushen Jue Palace, it would be impossible to know that the eldest son of Jue Wushen had obtained such a great opportunity in the Central Plains!

Wuming took a step back, the sword energy around him dissipated, and the half-handled heroic sword was still lying in front of him.

"Today, I will personally end your so-called martial arts myth!"

Jue Xin let out a loud shout, and then stretched his palms forward again, making a posture of fighting for his life, and Zidian, who was out of trouble at the moment, was even more irritable, and under the flash of purple energy all over his body, he went straight to Wuming.

The two were in front of each other, and they were evenly matched with Wuming.

It's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jue Xin, who is mainly suppressing Wuming, is obviously holding back.

"It's your turn!"

Just when Wuming and Zidian and Juexin were inextricably fighting each other, the old emperor glanced at Huangying and said softly.

Huangying didn't speak, just took a step and went straight to the imperial city.

Wuming's heart moved, and he was about to get up to stop him, but was forced back by Juexin's palms. When he turned around again, a swordsman wrapped in black blocked his way.

With a palm attack from Jue Xin, the suzerain of the Purple Qi Sect also folded his arms, his strength approaching Wuming.

But the mysterious swordsman in front of him with nothing on his hand made a gesture of raising his hand and drawing out his sword.

Wuming's heart moved, but at this critical moment, he closed his eyes slightly.

wait to die?

Everyone, including the three who attacked Wuming, rejected this idea.

And at this moment, the Hero Sword let out a mournful cry, directly piercing Zidian's large chest point, and then darted towards Juexin, who had the intention of hiding his own self.

Wuming raised his right hand at this time, pointed his two fingers together to form a sword, and grabbed it towards the void.

(End of this chapter)