The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Mu Xuzi squirmed on the ground with difficulty, trying to stay away from Wushuang Ghost, his face became more and more frightened and flustered.

"Brother Xiaoyao, quickly stop that monster!"

Xiaoyaozi suddenly burst into anger, his beard and hair were all stretched out and roared angrily: "The old man is asking you, did you know about this a long time ago!"

Mu Xuzi looked at Xiaoyaozi in disbelief, whether it was him or other disciples in Renzong, this was the first time seeing Xiaoyaozi like this.

Following Xiaoyaozi's angry shout, a huge killing intent instantly enveloped Mu Xuzi, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

"That's right, Uncle Master has already expected today, and I borrowed your hand to invite Han Chen, just to invite you into the urn!" Mu Xuzi said timidly.

He was completely scared out of his wits.

Snapped!

Only a muffled sound was heard, and Xiaoyaozi had appeared beside Mu Xuzi in the blink of an eye, with one hand, vainly pressing on the top of his head, and looking at his face, there was a gap between the seven orifices. There was a bloodstain!

"It's in vain for me, Xiaoyaozi, to think I've been free and easy all my life, but I didn't expect, uncle, you have such evil intentions!" Xiaoyaozi closed his eyes in pain.

With a 'bang' sound, Mu Xuzi's body fell to the ground, dying of breathlessness.

People around are full of sadness.

It's not because of Mu Xuzi's death, but because of the huge Taoist clan that was there one night ago, now there are only a dozen of them left...

"Thank you sir..."

Xiaoyaozi turned around, looked at Han Chen, and let out a deep breath, his face full of helplessness.

Han Chen nodded slightly, didn't say much, and still walked towards the top of the mountain.

The wide road stretches for dozens of miles, and it only takes a moment to walk from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

In stark contrast to the wide mountain road, there are a few scattered thatched huts on the top of the mountain. If there is not a huge stone monument standing in the center of these huts, people may think that this is just an ordinary small mountain village .

The word [道] on the stone tablet is exactly the same as that on the mountain gate, the same vigorous and powerful, and the same iron painted silver hook.

"This word was written by my Taoist ancestor Lao Tzu. I heard that Mr., as a great Confucian sage, must also be a master of books. I don't know how old people can have face. Let Mr. leave some treasures?"

From a thatched hut closest to the stele, an old man wearing Taoist robes walked out.

With his hands behind his back, the old man walked slowly in front of Han Chen.

Seeing the old man come out, Xiaoyaozi bowed his hands with a complicated face, "Uncle Master..."

The person here is the true master of Taoism, Bei Mingzi!

Bei Mingzi ignored Xiaoyaozi, but looked at Han Chen with burning eyes.

Where the eyes of the two meet, murderous intent is evident!

A looming aura surrounded the two of them.

groan!

A clear sword chant resounded, and the expressions of the surrounding Taoist disciples changed, and they all put their hands on the hilt of their waists.

(B)

Both Han Chen and Bei Mingzi were motionless, but there seemed to be thousands of sword shadows flickering around them, which put great pressure on the people around them.

After a long time, Han Chen smiled faintly, and said, "The ink treasures must be kept, but unfortunately, not now!"

The corners of Bei Mingzi's eyes twitched slightly, and he took a deep breath. Bei Mingzi also smiled and said, "In that case, please comment, sir, how about the handwriting of my Taoist ancestor?"

With a wave of Han Chen's sleeve, a gust of wind spread away in an instant, and the huge pressure disappeared in an instant.

"Rigidity and softness, moving clouds and flowing water, under one brush stroke, it looks like a runaway horse, coming in the air, and leaving in the dust, or like a dragon flying in the sky, moving around, coming from nothing, and returning to the void! Good words , really good words!"

While talking, Jiang Chen walked to the side of the stele, gently stroking the rough body of the stele.

"It's a pity that such a word is misplaced!"

Bei Mingzi's face sank, and he said, "The stele is the treasure of my Taoist school. If it is not placed in the ancestral land of the Taoist school, where else can it be placed?"

"In front of the gate of the Xianyang Palace in the Qin Kingdom, there is still a piece of foundation stone missing. In Han's opinion, this treasure is very good..."

clap la la...

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of people in Taoist robes rushed out from all directions!

These people are powerful and calm like the sea, and at a glance, you can tell that they are not mortals.

Xiaoyaozi and the others immediately pressed the sword on their waist, and the atmosphere became tense all of a sudden.

Han Chen glanced at these people, and said lightly: "The Taoist school is really big. There are as many as a hundred people who are strong in mythology! The world says that the peasant family is the first sect, but those [-] disciples and the Taoist strong Compared with others, the difference is really not a star!"

Bei Mingzi smiled and said: "Sir, you're absurd. The old man invited you here today. It's not out of hostility, but a real banquet!"

"Then these people..." Han Chen pointed to the people surrounding him.

There was a strange smile on Bei Mingzi's face, and he said: "It's just that before that, the old man wants to take a test to see if Mr. is qualified to participate in today's banquet. After all, today's guests can There is not only one gentleman!"

After the words fell, he slowly backed out and walked into the thatched hut again.

Han Chen shook his head and said with a smile: "I really invite you into the urn..."

Chapter 280 Five: Taoist background, one hundred mythological powerhouses (2/3)

"Sir, Xiaoyaozi is willing to be with you, Mr. Hu is considerate!"

Han Chen waved his hand, and said to Bei Mingzi who was walking towards the hut, "Brother Bei Mingzi, wait a minute!"

Bei Mingzi paused, turned around slowly, with a smile on his face, and said, "Why, sir, are you scared?"

At the corner of Han Chen's mouth, a playful smile appeared again, and he said, "Mr. Han just wanted to ask, if these disciples are going to die, will Brother Bei Mingzi feel distressed?"

Bei Mingzi's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a trace of coldness in his tone, and he said, "Sir, let's think about it first, how can we survive in the hands of a hundred mythical powerhouses!"

After finishing speaking, Bei Mingzi turned around and entered the hut without any hesitation.

Han Chen shook his head, looked at the disciples of the "[-]" family who were staring at him, and said lightly: "Since all the trustworthy disciples have left the Taoist school, then Han has nothing to worry about!"

"Combine!"

Xiaoyaozi let out a low shout, and the dozen or so people immediately surrounded Han Chen, Gan Luo and the other four in the center of the formation, drew their swords and looked around vigilantly.

In the siege of hundreds of disciples, no matter who they are, they must be prepared, not to mention, more than a hundred of them are myth experts, and the rest are all top-notch!

Mythical powerhouse!

Among the Seven Kingdoms, he is definitely a superior existence, and to be able to have such a cultivation base is definitely a famous generation!

Just like in the farm family, some of the masters of the six halls are not mythical powerhouses, even so, the farm family is also called the number one sect.

However, the Taoist school, which does not show its mountains and dews, possesses such a powerful force that can turn the world upside down. It can be seen that its forbearance is strong and its schemes are deep!

"Brother Xiaoyao, how much do you think you can survive in the hands of a hundred mythological powerhouses?" Han Chen said lightly.

Xiaoyaozi was startled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Even if Xiaoyaozi died in battle today, he must seek justice for those Renzong seniors and the righteous people in the world!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help tightening the sword in his hand.

Han Chen looked at Xiaoyaozi for a long time, sighed, and said, "You can no longer use the Xueji Sword, so don't make a move. Take these people and be a spectator!"

Xiaoyaozi is silent, he is no longer a member of the Taoist school, but a disciple of the National Teacher's Mansion, Han Chen's words, he must not disobey.

Looking at the nervous disciples beside him, Xiaoyaozi looked up to the sky and sighed, turned around and cupped his hands, and led those people, as well as Gan Luo, to the side.

The Taoist disciples who besieged them did not stop them, and many of them looked relieved. It can be seen that if they were not helpless, they would not want to take action against Xiaoyaozi. After all, in name, Xiaoyaozi He is still the head of the Taoist clan!

After Xiaoyaozi and the others retreated, Han Chen's eyes suddenly became cold at this moment.

Hundreds of mythological powerhouses are on the side, this battle must be the most difficult battle that Han Chen has experienced since his debut!

"Don't say I won't give you a chance!"

His eyes swept over the hundreds of people one by one, Han Chen's eyes revealed endless indifference, and he said, "Whether you attack one by one, or swarm up, it doesn't matter!"

Among the crowd, two thin old men came out immediately.

One person is the second layer of mythology, and the other is the third layer of mythology!

The two looked at each other, and the old man with a goatee who had reached the third level of mythology said, "Mr. Jiuwen has fought all the powerful in the world in the third level of mythology, and he has never lost a single defeat. Today, wood Qingzi, with the third layer of mythology, experience the supreme swordsmanship of the master!"

Han Chen glanced at the two of them indifferently, and only said one word.

"Please!"

Clang!Clang!

Mu Qingzi and the two immediately drew out their long swords, and attacked Han Chen without saying a word!

On the long sword, the sharpness is fully displayed, and the sound of gold and iron is as bright as a bell.

That Mu Qingzi turned out to be a strong man who had comprehended the way of swordsmanship!

groan!

There were bursts of sword sounds, and two powerful sword qi, divided into front and back, blocked Han Chen's footsteps.

Han Chen didn't draw out his sword. In the eyes of outsiders, there was no way to hide. It was just their incompetence.

Whoosh!

Han Chen's figure, like a ghost, disappeared in the same place, but disappeared for a moment, and then appeared again......

Those two powerful sword qi, as if passing through his body, flew straight to the distance.

rumbling...

In the distance, two thick ancient trees snapped and fell to the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky!

Han Chen looked at the two of them, and said lightly: "Not bad, with your strength, you should be ranked in the top five among Taoists!"

Mu Qingzi and Mu Qingzi kept cold faces and did not speak.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

At this time, two more people flew up and stood beside Mu Qingzi and the other two.

The four of them seemed to have formed some kind of mysterious formation in an instant, each stepping on the star position, and swung their swords together!

swoosh swish...