The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 472
The palace where Huangying left, and Zhao Yu, who was standing on the giant sword, looked at this little devil with admiration.

It's quite a rare thing that such a bright and upright man can be found among the devils.

"Go to Chengtianmen, I guess Wuming is going to be overwhelmed..."

Just as Nie Feng put away his knife and was about to return to Fengtian Hall, Zhao Yu's voice came from the sky again.

Without the slightest hesitation, Nie Feng took the Xueyin Knife in his hand and headed straight for the gate of Chengtian.

At this moment, outside the Chengtian Gate, the old emperor held a knife in one hand, staring at the three people who were entangled by Wuming.

Wan Dao Senluo's terror made him frown a little, Hayato Tianyin is already so powerful, so how terrifying would that person as a master be?
Dongying seems to have no scruples since the death of Jue Wushen. In fact, Dongying's top master hidden in the dark is no less than Zhongyuan.

This is not to say that Dongying warriors are all talented. In fact, martial arts practice depends on Fengshui environment in addition to talent.

Although the Central Plains suffered years of disasters, the advantage lies in its vast land and rich resources, and some cities are still peaceful with singing and dancing.

And in this kind of environment, even a talented person, if his heart is not firm, it will be difficult to achieve anything in the martial arts map.

But Dongpu is different. It is not too much to say that there is no shit in that place, and there are only so many martial arts opportunities.

So in Dongpu, if you want to survive, you have to be more ruthless and unscrupulous than others.

Their minds have long been tempered and distorted, so even ordinary Japanese warriors with average talents, in such an environment, their cultivation base will be much more solid than Central Plains warriors.

"Don't hold back anymore, let's go together!"

Old Tian Huang stood up abruptly, and shouted at Jue Xin and the Ziqi Sect master who were wandering outside Wan Dao Senluo.

Zidian Kuanglei heard that his hands drooped suddenly, electric arcs raged all over his body, and a pair of eyes glowed with terrifying purple awns.

Raising his hands slightly, he suddenly attacked Wuming who was holding the battle soul sword.

Jue Xin was half a step behind, the energy above his palms rippled like ripples, and the fierce sword energy around him was instantly melted by the energy of his palms.

"Humph……"

Nameless snorted, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the palms of the two people with different strengths had already landed on several acupuncture points behind Wuming.

A steady stream of energy rushed into the Wuming orifice, and was forced out of the body by the pure sword energy.

But just being mixed up by the two of them, Wuming, who was originally evenly matched with Hayato Tianyin, instantly fell into a disadvantage.

Tianjian's sword intent was also forced to turn back by the sword energy of the battle soul, and the sword energy around Hayato Tianyin once again became evil.

"Although winning is not honorable, you, the legend of the Central Plains martial arts, still died in my hands!"

Hayato Tianyin saw that Wuming was at the end of his strength, and then he sneered, and his right arm holding the sword suddenly returned half an inch.

Wan Daosenluo's sword energy was instantly swallowed by the battle soul sword in Hayato Tianyin's hand like a long whale sucking water.

In the blink of an eye, the gray defeat sword energy permeating outside Chengtian Gate dissipated, but Wuming, who was already at the end of his strength, had firm eyes.

"die!!"

Seeing Wuming's seemingly fearless eyes, Hayato Tianyin somehow felt angry in his heart.

The Battle Soul Sword, which had originally retreated half an inch, charged forward suddenly, and a solid sword energy pierced Wuming in front of him.

At the same time, countless golden lights shot out from all around, dotted with stars, and came straight to the War Soul Sword with the sound of breaking the wind.

"This is……"

Time seemed to be frozen, and Wuming flew out, life and death unknown.

But the three people outside the Chengtian Gate looked at the sudden appearance of Jingmang with surprised expressions.

These glaring lights are pieces of iron filings the size of fingernails, as if...

It seems to be the countless fragments that were scattered after the weapon shattered.

But at this moment, these fragments seem to have spirituality, shining with little stars, gradually floating around everyone.

"Back...Back to life!!"

Wuming, who had fallen into the dust, struggled to raise his head, looked at the dots of stars floating around the crowd, and spoke intermittently.

Buzz! !

In an instant, piercing trembling sounds resounded outside Chengtian Gate, and everyone looked at those fragments in horror.

The fragments trembled like a dragon's chant, apart from the top experts present, even the hundreds of purple-robed dead soldiers from the Purple Qi Sect were instantly suppressed and bleed from seven holes.

But Yasha, who was guarding outside the Chengtian Gate before that, had nothing to do. On the contrary, his realm was much higher than before guarding the city.

This is the true power of heavenly medicine.

When manpower is limited, no matter how fierce others are, they will always feel tired when fighting.

However, people who have taken the heavenly medicine seem to have a perpetual motion machine installed in their bodies.

As Wuming's words fell, the dots of stars gathered in an instant, condensing three steps away from Hayato Tianyin.

Poof, poof...

The gathered stars are like unstoppable sword intents, and everything that stands in front of it will be pierced instantly.

Therefore, when those star rays gathered three steps away from Hayato Tianyin, the suzerain of Ziqi Sect on one side fell headlong into the dust.

Sixteen shards pierced through eight vital points on his front and rear, completely killing him.

But what is surprising is that when Jue Xin waved his palms again and again, the seemingly mysterious palm strength swung away the broken sword that was attacking him.

"This guy's palm technique, why..."

Zhao Yu, who stayed with the sword above his head, frowned slightly when he saw Jue Xin escaping from Wuming's death-sacrificing move.

This palm technique is more exquisite than any unique technique he has ever seen, even Bu Jingyun's Paiyun Palm is hard to compare.

Zhao Yu asked himself that he had never underestimated any Dongying warriors, but how could he develop such an exquisite palm technique based on the brain capacity of those scumbags?

Before Zhao Yu could come up with Chou Yinmao, the gathered broken swords emitted bursts of dazzling sword energy.

After a while, everyone narrowed their eyes suddenly, staring at the cloud of sword energy.

Facing Hayato Tianyin's position, a sword tip slowly stretched out like a spring branch.

"I go?!"

Zhao Yu stared, and he obviously felt that the giant sword under his buttocks was trembling crazily at this moment.

Zhao Yu, who was connected with the blood of the giant sword, felt that there seemed to be a force, as if he wanted to pull out a part of the giant sword under his buttocks.

Zhao Yu put one hand on the wide sword, and the trembling feeling gradually dissipated.

At this moment, outside the Chengtian Gate below, the bright sword light has dissipated, replaced by a short sword slightly longer than a dagger.

Although it is a short sword, the shadow of the hero sword can still be seen from the whole.

"Use your own sword intent as a guide, and use your own cultivation as a salary...he is forging a sword!!"

Seeing the smaller Hero Sword in front of them, everyone reacted.

"Just, in this way..."

Lao Tian Huang saw everything in his eyes and was shocked in his heart.

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood that Wuming could force back and even kill Hayato Tianyin by doing so.

But if this is the case, at the least, he will lose his martial arts mythology, and at the worst, I am afraid that even the gods will have no power to recover!
At this time, Lao Tianhuang finally felt what it means to be afraid.

It is said that the warriors among the Japanese are crazy, but in Lao Tianhuang's view, the warriors from the Central Plains are even more crazy!
With Wuming's cultivation, even God Huang himself might not be willing to give it a go so easily!
Dongpu is barren, so the warrior's path is much bloodier than that of the Central Plains.

But in the same way, if the cultivation base reaches a certain level, Dongying warriors are actually more afraid of death than Central Plains warriors!
"Sacrificing one's life for benevolence..."

At this time, Laotian Huang said to himself faintly what Wuming had said to Hayato Tianyin before.

The difference between them and the Central Plains is not force.

It's the words of the sage in the mouth of this martial arts myth, which was passed on by the scholars of the Central Plains!

The miniature version of the heroic sword moved slightly, and then a stream of light flew straight towards Hayato Tianyin's eyebrows.

Falcon Rentian swept back in an invisible form, with the long sword in his hand erected, firmly blocking the sword intent on the small sword, which was like a sea tide.

"Help... poof!!"

Just as Hayato Tianyin opened his mouth, he only uttered one word, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Hearing Hayato Tianyin's words, Lao Tianhuang was as steady as Mount Tai, and had no intention of helping him at all.

Just as Juexin was about to retreat, he found that God's yellow eyes were fixed on him.

As a last resort, Jue Xin gritted his teeth, and between his palms interlaced, that kind of mysterious palm force emerged again, and he slapped the sword directly.

hum!
Energy poured into the blade, and the miniature version of the Hero Sword trembled slightly. At the same time, Wuming, who had already fallen outside the Chengtian Gate, had a trace of scarlet blood overflowing from his mouth.

His sword intent, his cultivation base, and his spirit are all above that small sword.

If Xiaojian is severely wounded, he will eat back at himself.

However, the Heavenly Sword Realm is not that simple!

At the same time when Juexin's palms landed on the small sword, making it tremble, the pure sword intent shot out from the sword also rushed straight into his internal organs along with the energy in Juexin's palms among.

A cloud of blood mist suddenly rose, and Jue Xin spurted blood and flew out.

This blow not only made the already seriously injured Wuming worse, but also seriously injured himself, making it difficult to continue.

Fortunately, Hayato Tianyin noticed that the pressure from the War Soul Sword was much less.

It's just that Hayato Tianyin knew that if he withdrew his sword at this time, the surging sword energy would still seriously injure him.

by that time……

Hayato Tianyin thought of this, and unconsciously glanced at the calm old Tianhuang out of the corner of his eyes.

Although he followed Lao Tianhuang to the Central Plains, he understood that he, like this old guy, actually had his own ghosts!

Rumble!
At this moment, a big man descended from the sky, and directly stepped on the heroic sword that Wuming condensed with his life.

Immediately there was an explosion of strength, and hair-like cracks appeared on the reforged hero sword.

"Hey hey...you know you can't touch this thing, but you still want to get close to it, isn't it bad luck!"

Just when the big man was blown away by the sword energy, several figures rushed out from behind Lao Tianhuang, and swept into Chengtian Gate.

Taking a closer look, I found that these dozens of people had exactly the same appearance, and even their clothes were exactly the same.

One of them dodged, came to the strong man, raised his leg and kicked the man, sneered, "Are you dead..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he drew back his feet abruptly.

It turned out that the man was unconscious, but the sword energy from the hero's sword still remained on his body.

The sword energy followed his outstretched feet and rushed straight into his whole body.

What's even more incredible is that the monk withdrew his foot, although the sword energy entered his body, he didn't suffer the slightest harm.

It's just that among the dozens of people who rushed out with him in the distance, four of them disappeared abruptly on the spot.

"I am Amitabha, this idiot, almost made the old monks get enlightened!"

The monk cursed with lingering fear, then turned around and walked towards Wuming, who was already dead.

"Buddha's fate has no mirror, but it has roots... Why do you keep staring at that dead thing? Isn't the key to breaking the game lies in this person?"

The old monk approached Wuming, and in his cloudy eyes, there was no trace of the compassion of a monk, only bloody air.

The old monk raised his feet and went straight to the nameless head.

But at this moment, Wuming was injured several times, and his energy and spirit were all dissolved in the hero's sword, so he no longer had the slightest power to resist.

In fact, with Wuming Fan's thought, the heroic sword connected with his lifeblood will immediately turn back and kill the monk in front of him.

But Wuming also knew that relying on those young people in the palace behind him, they couldn't resist Hayato Tianyin's Wan Dao Senluo at all!

Feeling the old monk's ferocious energy, Wuming's thoughts moved slightly, intending to risk his life and kill the most threatening Hayato Tianyin.

boom!
And at this moment, a frightening blade pierced obliquely through the Chengtian Gate, and hit the old monk's chest.

brush!
The light of the knife easily crossed the old monk's chest, splitting the weird monk in two.

However, there was no splash of flesh and blood, it just dissipated slowly like green smoke.

And of the only seven clones left in the field, two of them also collapsed.

However, the old monk did not know when he had already appeared at the outermost periphery of Chengtian Gate.

"I see!"

Zhao Yu, who saw everything in his eyes, saw the tricks of the old monk.

He can actually shuttle between more than a dozen clones, as long as the clones stay together, he can escape any attack.

"What the hell, where did all these people come from?"

Looking at the old monk, Zhao Yu scratched his head a little. In his impression, these guys didn't exist at all!
For a long time, people from the Jianghu who have cultivated to the sky can almost match the names in their minds.

However, after destroying the Tianxiahui and returning from Hangzhou Mansion, many strange people appeared inexplicably.

"Huh? There is no hindrance to the flow of energy around the body, and the acupoints of the body are penetrated. The roots and aptitude are rare in a hundred years. It is a good young seedling!"

After the monk dodged Nie Feng's sword light, he only took a look, and the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed.

The young man who wields a knife in front of him is more talented and rooted than any junior he has ever seen.

"Boy, why don't you take me as your teacher and come back to Dongying with me, and the old man will teach you all his life's unique knowledge, how about it?"

The old monk stared at Nie Feng with a smile, as if looking forward to it.

"Thank you senior for your love, it's just that you and I have different ways and do not premeditate!"

Nie Feng smiled lightly while holding the knife, and refused.

The old monk seemed to have thought of the answer a long time ago, then he chuckled and licked his lips with his scarlet tongue.

"Even so, don't blame the old monk for being greedy for ink!"

After all, while his figure was shaking, the entire Chengtian Gate was full of people, and the figure of this old monk was everywhere.

(End of this chapter)