The Great Demon Lord of Martial Arts

"Boom!"

The void shook, and the whole earth was shaking, like a real pressure, as if being in a violent wind and rain. ｛ щww{suimеng][lā}

One could clearly feel the pressure on their heads.

Ji Chuan gritted his teeth and persisted, looking up at the sky with difficulty, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

In the sky that was originally empty, now stood a Taoist priest with an indifferent expression and a fairy-like spirit.

A gaze fell on Ji Chuan.

This is a kind of indifference, indifference to life and indifference to ants.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Ji Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale and his expression was horrified.

"Sword Intent!"

Ji Chuan whispered in a hoarse voice.

Ji Chuan was already in such a state, not to mention the others, including Jinyiwei and Tiqi, who had already knelt on their knees, vomiting blood and fell unconscious.

Even Ye Qingming and Liu Meier couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground. Mu Jue slightly bent his legs and held on for dear life.

No one can remain calm under this pressure.

"This person is as good as Wuqu Xingjun, or even stronger. Who is he?" Ji Chuan couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed on the ground, his thoughts flowing.

It's not that I can't hold on, but I don't want to waste my true energy in vain.

Yang Ting clenched his teeth, cupped his fists and saluted, "I wonder which senior is here?"

"Are you Yang Ting?" The Taoist priest asked instead without answering, or rather disdaining to answer.

Although it is a question, it is extremely certain.

Yang Ting's eyes narrowed and he said: "I am the Jinyi Guard's governor Yang Ting. I wonder who my senior is..."

The words fell to the ground!

boom!

A pressure that was ten times heavier than before swept over, crushing Yang Ting to the ground, leaving him unable to move.

"You dare to question me even in the Yuanshen realm. Even Liu Xiang doesn't dare to speak to me like this. How can you have the courage?" Dao Xuan said lightly.

These words are arrogant, but they are not conceited. He is just seeking truth from facts.

This person is none other than Master Daoxuan who came from Ningzhou.

Yang Ting's face was ferocious, and his heart was roaring.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, no matter how stubborn you are, it is just an ant's death struggle.

Daoxuan said calmly: "Did you kill thousands of my disciples from the five major sword sects of the Chunyang Sword Sect, and even left no bones left?"

Yang Ting had a gloomy face and remained silent.

"There is a wrongdoer and a debtor. If the Jinyiwei kills my Taoist disciple, I should kill the Jinyiwei."

As soon as Dao Xuan finished speaking, wisps of sword intent lingered around him, preparing to rush towards Ji Chuan and others.

A tiny wisp of sword intent is enough to kill anyone present.

"Amitabha!"

A voice like a bell like a bell shattered the sword energy around Daoxuan's body.

Not long after, a monk in gray robes stood in the void, performed a Buddhist ritual, and looked at Daoxuan across the sky.

Ji Chuan raised his head and stared at the sky, his heart was shaking, and he murmured: "Shaolin?"

Another one who has returned to the virtual world!

Ji Chuan sensed the fluctuations of zhenqi from the two of them, and they were equally powerful.

A sense of urgency arose in Ji Chuan's heart. The situation he had been facing so far was that the Xiantian realm was no longer enough.

"It seems that this Shaolin monk is here to save them?" Ji Chuan and Yang Ting looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief when Yang Ting nodded.

The crisis is unresolved, but there is always a little hope.

"Amitabha, Master Daoxuan is fine. You are a senior in the world. Why are you embarrassing a group of juniors? You will make your fellow Jianghu people laugh at you."

The person who came had a look of compassion on his face, and spoke in a calm tone with a gun and a stick.

"Huineng!" Daoxuan's calm expression finally changed.

It's an expression of extreme disgust.

"Huineng, you came from the Chunyang Sword Sect and obstructed us all the way.

Do you really want to be a lackey of the imperial court, go all the way to the dark side, and will not give up until you die with me? "

Daoxuan's sword intent flickered all over his body, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked directly at Monk Huineng.

"Hui Zi!" Ji Chuan said in shock: "What kind of deal did the imperial court make with Shaolin to make Shaolin Hui Zi willing to leave the temple?

If he survives, the future of this trip to the capital is uncertain. "

"What Master Daoxuan said is wrong. I, the Shaolin Master, were invited by Emperor Qin to oppose the Taoist sect. I hope Master Daoxuan will not misunderstand.

Furthermore, it is really against the law of heaven for the real person to kill people wantonly in Ningzhou City.

Nowadays, the poor monk advises the real person not to be stubborn and to embarrass a group of junior disciples again, which is really disrespectful to Taoism. "

Huineng smiled and spoke sincerely, but every word he spoke was mocking Daoxuan.

"This person is Yang Ting, the governor of Jinyiwei Town, and the culprit who killed thousands of disciples of the five major sword sects of our Taoist sect.

I must seek justice for my sect, what? Monk Huineng, do you want to stop me? "

Daoxuan narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

Anyone can tell that Master Daoxuan is angry.

If Hui Neng wasn't equal in strength to him, he would have suppressed Hui Neng on the spot, and there would be so much nonsense.

Anyway, it is only a matter of time before Shaolin and Taoism break up.

Huineng smiled calmly and recited a Buddhist saying, "Amitabha, since the poor monk is here, I'm afraid the real person will not be able to get what he wants."

Huineng is very confident. Although he cannot defeat Daoxuan, it is not easy to kill people under him.

Daoxuan's sword intent flashed around his body, and in a trance, the space was distorted, and wisps of sword intent were only a few feet away from Ji Chuan and others.

However, just this short distance prevented these wisps of sword intent from advancing even an inch.

At this time, a light yellow film slowly appeared in front of Ji Chuan and others, blocking the sword intent.

Only Mu Jue and the others were not attacked by sword intent. I am afraid that Daoxuan only killed the Jin Yiwei, and he did not want to cause more killings to unrelated people.

"Since Master Huineng intends to obstruct it, I will be rude to you."

Daoxuan looked gloomy, holding a sword formula in his hand and unsheathing a sharp sword.

Sword, unsheath!

Nothing special!

However, Daoxuan held the sword in his hand solemnly and looked directly at Huineng.

"Pure Yang Sword!"

Huineng's expression suddenly changed, and his figure retreated sharply.

According to legend, the Chunyang Sword is the sword worn by Lu Zu, the founder of the Taoist sect, and is the sect's treasure of the Chunyang Sword Sect.

They are usually kept by the Supreme Elders of the Chunyang Sword Sect and cannot be easily released from the sect.

In terms of strength alone, he is almost the same as Daoxuan, but if Daoxuan holds the Chunyang Sword, he can kill him here.

This was also the reason why Huineng retreated quickly.

It's not worth risking your life for a few ants in the imperial court.

Huineng stared at the sword in Daoxuan's hand, and his originally horrified expression gradually turned into confusion.

"That's not right!" Huineng suddenly woke up and exclaimed: "No, I've been fooled."

Daoxuan took advantage of Hui Neng's suspicion and floated in front of Ji Chuan and others with his sharp sword intent.

Boom!

The sword intent was far more powerful than before, easily breaking the light yellow film.

Wisps of silver-white sword intent wormed their way into everyone's minds like a naughty little snake.

Yang Ting was still looking up at the sky. Suddenly, his eyes were stunned and he fell to the ground.

Jinyi Wei Tiqi, who was originally unconscious, could never wake up again.

Only three people, including Mu Jue, were left safe and sound.

No!

More than three people!

As soon as the silver-white sword intent entered Ji Chuan's mind, Ji Chuan's figure shattered like a bubble.