Chapter 263 One Drunk After a Hundred Battles

In the entire space of five hundred feet, whether it is as strong as Xuanwu realm or as weak as ants and insects, it is completely frozen!

It's not that time and space are frozen, but a huge pressure is imposed on everyone.

Zong Shou himself is not familiar with this ordinary royal way and secret martial arts. Then replace the fist with the sword, it will be even more jerky.

It turned out that the sword power was completely rampant, not only those Xuanwuzong and Yangyang spiritual masters who wanted to escape. Even the people on their own side were oppressed by this Shen Xiong's sword force.

Of all the people present, only Hu Qianqiu, a handful of martial arts experts who have reached the realm of Qimai, can still move. But each of them felt that their hands and feet were bound, as if they were trapped in a quagmire, and their movements were hindered.

And the real Wuye and Li Hujichang in mid-air, even stagnant in mid-air.

Zong Shou's sword, although he could not control it, still had a small amount of oppressive power, which was imposed on the two of them.

Even though they tried their best, they couldn't recover the lightning-fast escape speed before.

And there are many illusions in front of him, as if the mountains and seas are really suppressed on his body, and the pressure is doubled.

Master Wuye's eyes turned red for a moment, how could he die here? He is the direct descendant of three generations of Dao Mingzong. In the future, those who are qualified to win the eighth level of spiritual master's plastic rest realm have a bright future! How could he die in this Qiantian Mountain City, at the hands of a child.

I must return to the Zongmen, and I must ask the Zongmen for orders. If this Zongshou can't recruit his subordinates, then he must find a way to kill him quickly!

In his life, he had never seen such a stunningly talented junior! If it is allowed to grow, it will definitely be a disaster for the future Dao Mingzong. In just ten years, this Zongshou will be even more victorious than Zong Weiran, an unprecedented enemy of Zongmen!

The willow-leaf flying sword behind him exploded in all directions, weaving multiple sword shadows. Just like a tornado storm, cutting the space around him.

The swords shot out in all directions, and the violent wind danced, which also made his figure finally start to accelerate. But on the face of Wuye, there was a look of joy, and he felt that it was him who was about to escape from Ascension Time.

Only Yi Zongshou groaned again.

"A thousand-year hegemony will be achieved in a hundred battles!"

A beam of light like a dragon's sword rushed up impressively. It seems that the entire thousand miles of mountains and rivers are integrated into Zong Shoujian.

Hao Lie's sword light was still angry for hundreds of feet. Towards the sky, he swung his chops.

The real face of Wuye immediately distorted. Roaring crazily, mobilizing almost all of Fan's power in a hurry. Make those forty-eight swords merge into one in just an instant, and charge down. Collided with that sword light, but only heard a bang!

Forty-eight willow leaf swords shattered instantly. They all flew away. Among them, the Mortal Sword, which was the first to bear the brunt, disintegrated into pieces and turned into metal fragments.

The sword qi still did not lose its edge, and rushed towards him. Then there was another muffled sound of 'canopy', and the red mist exploded.

The entire body of Master Wuye, who had no power to resist, was completely shattered by the sword energy.

The edge is not sharp, but it is as powerful as a mountain. Therefore, it is shattered, not cut!

Blood rained down, bit by bit, on the altar.

Even Zong Shou's face was stained with a few drops. But he bared his teeth and smiled, and finally solved one, which was much easier.

He was already sweating profusely and was struggling. Buyuan still shifted his gaze to Li Huji Chang. Walking on the ground, although the speed is impossible to match those of the real heavenly Wuzong.

But the speed of its flight. Unexpectedly, it is not under the fog leaves that can fly the weapon. Even if it's the style of 'Mountain and River Settlement', after using it. He was still escaped by him for more than three hundred feet, nearly a mile away.

With a flash of his gaze, the Jiulin Sword in Zong Shou's hand trembled again, creating phantoms.

There are four types of ineffective punches, and this is the third punch! It is also the third sword "It's better to hold a cup and get drunk!"

Once again is the sword shadow Huo Qi, this sword stabs out. It seems that there are thousands of illusions, and there are thousands of sword curtains.

Zong Shou's figure also seemed to be drunk, staggering and falling down on the altar.

That Li Hujichang gritted his teeth fiercely, took out a talisman from his sleeve, and threw it behind him. In an instant, it formed a shield shape, gathering the energy of heaven and earth, silver and white in color, and extremely solid. Spread tens of feet wide to protect Li Hujichang's whole body.

On the altar below, Zong Ling immediately frowned, showing surprise.

"It's the Gengling Cloud Shield Talisman!"

Thinking about it, it's no wonder that the auspiciousness before, he would utter wild words, saying that he could stop Hu Qianqiu and others for another 200 breaths of time, so it turned out to be an eighth-level talisman written by a body-shaping spiritual master!

Zong Shou didn't even look at it, his mind was only immersed in the sword pose. The thousands of sword lights he pierced were not just phantoms.

The person who created this set of boxing techniques is really a peerless talent. Utilize this drunken figure, call out energy and true energy, arouse the power of heaven and earth, and the power of an empire. The speed of the sword is several times faster than before!

He didn't care whether he could break through Na Gengjin's shield or kill Na Jichang, he only knew himself, and he only needed to do his best! Even if it can't be broken, I don't feel sorry.

In the aura, he actually entered a state of great joy. This is the joy of seeing Lie Xinxin. Although this set of boxing techniques is just a broken style, its concept, even after countless martial arts secret techniques have been spread and popularized through various channels, Zong Shou has never seen similar martial arts.

One sword, two swords! Four Swords! Seven Swords! Nine Swords!

After two breaths, the ninth sword pierced out, and the silver and white spiritual shield was finally completely shattered. Then there was another sword piercing, like a frightened bird plundering the wild, as if practiced in vain, and charged again.

Na Jichang had tried his best to finally break free from the bondage of Zong Shou's sword. But when the cloud shield of the Geng Ling shattered and the tenth sword light slashed towards him, he was completely horrified.

With an angry howl without hesitation, he slashed back with his halberd and slashed wildly all over his body! When the halberd's sword light collided with a mouth in the sky, there was another 'keng' sound of sharp metal. Countless clouds, even more violent, were pushed outwards.

Ji Chang also coughed up blood, his two arms were almost half paralyzed, and he couldn't raise any more strength.

And in the next moment, the eleventh sword struck again. Ji Changxiu's inner qi was almost exhausted, but at this moment, all life potentials were stimulated. Roaring in a low voice again, the figure actually flitted again, flickering erratically, flying away into the distance, not knowing the changing trajectory.

But it was only for a moment, and Ji Chang's face was full of despair. I saw that the sword was also erratic, and it returned to the previous thousand sword lights, covering it crazily.

There was no way for him to avoid it for a moment, but the figure only slowed down for a moment before he felt a huge force suddenly crashing into his body.

"Top!"

There was another shock, and flesh and blood scattered. With the breeze, it floats down.

And the other Xuanwu Grandmasters and Yangyang Spiritualists were also wiped out by Hu Qianqiu and the others within ten breaths. The entire altar of offering sacrifices to heaven has once again returned to dead silence!

Xue Moyan is dead! Makoto Kiriba is dead! Li Huji dies forever! Under the heavenly position, the three top powerhouses in the human world, who can make the mortal world on the east to the east and west of Yunlu, who are shocked by stomping their feet, unexpectedly died one after another in an instant!

However, the person who was least likely to survive was expected by everyone to stand on the stage safe and sound. There was not even a single injury on his body.

At this moment, even the most imaginative people have a sense of trance and unreality.

And the image of the young man on the stage in everyone's eyes at this moment has also been completely subverted.

Although his stature was still thin and weak, the dominance of that sword just now made everyone present tremble and kneel.

With a delicate and youthful face, he is no different from an ordinary teenager. But the method of subduing Zong Yuan, the method of thunder yesterday, and even the bloody killing were equally impressive and unforgettable.

"This is the so-called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. How cunning! This kind of talent is simply cheating. Xue Moyan and Wuye, what a pity."

Chai Yuan sighed in his heart, and looked at the center of the Temple of Heaven ten feet away. Slightly squinting his eyes, he felt that the radiance emanating from Zong Shou's body at this moment was extremely dazzling.

I also secretly rejoiced in my heart, fortunately, I was the last one to step out of this quagmire, unwilling to go with the Xue family.

Although he didn't stand in the right team, he didn't go wrong at last.

But Mr. Xian, he really hid it very deeply.

With such a gifted talent of the son, Ju Sha is willing to be looked down upon by others, and has been holding back all the time.

To this day, it is a blockbuster!

Looking at the man with the severe injury and broken knee, Chai Yuan looked away contemptuously.

First of all, he supported Zongyang because he wanted to maintain the foundation of Tianshan Mountain. It's just because of this son, although he is a direct descendant, he has nothing to do with the former patriarch of the Zong clan, and instead has a conflict of interest.

But in his heart, he admits that this Zongshi is the most talented person in Zongshi's generation, and has the most qualifications to inherit the position of Demon King.

But comparing it now, it really is just like what Hu Qianqiu said, it is an inconspicuous scum!

The son of the world, he is the unattainable cloud in the sky! And this Zong Shi, no matter how dazzling it was before, is actually nothing but mud in the dust, trampled on by others!

Zong Shou held back the sword, only to feel that all the true energy in his body and the psionic energy in the hun sea had been exhausted.

Bai Zhan Sword should be the most domineering sword among the four sword moves. There are hundreds of swords, but it corresponds to a group battle, and with his current cultivation base, he can't play it well.

And this "drunken sword" is also extremely powerful, with the fastest sword speed and the most unpredictable. The huge consumption is also far beyond his limit.

It took a long time before Zong Shou barely recovered. However, there was still a perverted blush on his face.

In my mind, if I have realized something, I will combine the formula of the fourth style of boxing. Suddenly, I understood the emotional state of the person who created this boxing technique at that time.

Judging from his mentality, it is obviously derived and expanded from Wuding Linghuangquan. Could it be that its master is really Zong Weiran? This punch is not a broken style, but it has not been completed at all?

After thinking for a while, Zong Shou couldn't be sure. He shook his head and didn't go into details anymore.

But he turned his head back suddenly, and smiled slightly at the old sacrificial priest Zong Ling: "The good memorial ceremony was interrupted, I wonder if I will be forgiven by offering sacrifices to the heavens with the head of this sect!" (to be continued)! .