N-M Chapter 2952 A Competition
Chapter 2952 A Competition
Chapter 2952 Three Competitions
Beside Yin Zhiping, a Taoist came out with a sword.
He has a beard, and his grade is slightly older. He sneered at Baltu with a cold face, "Quanzhen master disciple, Wang Zhinian will fight."
Yin Zhiping reminded from behind, "Brother, be careful, this monk is probably covered with vajra body."
"It's okay!"
Wang Zhinian raised his long sword, and there was a strong wind around his body, causing his green robe to flutter along with it.
The great monk Baltu held the vajra in his hand, and his feet moved violently, "Subdue the devil and subdue the tiger!"
He picked up the thing with both hands, and smashed it down with Wang Zhinian.
The Vajra Pestle trembled violently, hitting the void with an explosion, forming streaks of golden light in the air and covering Wang Zhinian.
Wang Zhinian raised his sword upwards, and the tip of the sword brought a gust of wind, stabbing at the phantom of the golden pestle like a spear.
The two huge forces collided, and there was a bang.
Wang Zhinian's long sword bent back, and the force of wind energy rolled up on the sword was also shattered by the vajra.
"This monk is so powerful!"
All the people present were surprised.
Wang Zhinian's palms trembled, and his body flew up lightly with the wind, circled behind Baltu's back and thrust a sword at the back of his head.
The sword was so fast that Baltu's body had no time to react.
With a bang, he took a sword abruptly.
It's just that his forehead was golden and generous, and when the sword tip pierced it, it seemed to be piercing metal.
"Ha ha!"
Baltu yelled triumphantly, and slammed the Vajra pestle in his hand, "Buddha's angry Vajra!"
On top of his head, a giant monk statue with a height of more than ten meters appeared.
The giant vajra face raised its palm down and slapped Wang Zhinian violently.
Wang Zhinian raised his sword upwards, and a huge whirlwind aroused with him, like a huge spear stab, stabbed fiercely at this big hand.
The sword qi was ferocious, with the force of the wind, rumbled and pierced the big diamond hand.
After a moment of stalemate, the vajra handprints suddenly pressed down like a mountain top, shattering the force of wind and energy.
Wang Zhinian's body was shaken by a huge shock, and he was immediately slapped by Baltu's vajra.
He raised his sword to block it, and was so shocked by the huge force that he flew back and fell heavily to the ground.
Quanzhen disciple hurried over to help him up.
He vomited blood and hurriedly stuffed a elixir into his mouth to meditate and adjust his breathing.
Yeluhan held up the paper fan and laughed triumphantly, "The dignified Quanzhen sect is just a vain name!"
All the Quanzhen disciples raised their long swords angrily, and their eyes burst into flames.
Song Yuchan secretly said from behind, "Quanzhen swordsmanship is also good, but this disciple lacks internal energy and doesn't know how to adapt. He always competes with this monk."
Wu Song looked itchy and said, "Let me go up and try!"
Yan Qing hastily held him down, shook her head and said, "No hurry, let's take another look."
Behind Yeluhan, a Taoist holding a black skeleton flag stood up and taunted the disciples of Quanzhen Sect, "I have heard of Quanzhen's reputation for a long time, but today I saw it, and it turned out to be an embroidered pillow. This second scene , let me, True Monarch Jiuyin, fight!"
"Are you the True Monarch of Nine Yins?"
Yin Zhiping had obviously heard of his name, and asked him, "You are also a member of the Western Shu Taoist sect, why do you work for Liaoren?"
Lord Nine Yin laughed disdainfully, "You are still a master of Taoism, don't you know that people who practice Taoism have already transcended the outside world. Whether it is a Song person or a Liaoren, it is not the same for this Taoist?"
"You fart!"
In the Quanzhen sect, a disciple raised his sword.
He has long hair like fire, and a reddish complexion. He holds a red flame long sword in his hand, and he swipes it casually like a torch.
"I am the real Li Zhishuo to fight you!"
This Taoist stood in the field, causing the temperature on the field to increase suddenly.
Yin Zhiping knew that this real Nine Yins used all evil spirits.
Li Zhishuo's flame is just right to restrain the evil spirit, so it is perfect to compete with him.
He and Li Zhishuo reminded, "Brother, be careful."
"Do not worry!"
Li Zhishuo nodded, raised his sword and took the initiative to strike.
The long sword rolled up and turned into a fire-colored long snake, which circled suddenly and stabbed at Zhenjun Jiuyin.
"Is that all you can do?"
The black flag in Zhenjun Jiuyin's hand poked at the ground, and a gust of black wind swept out from above the flag, instantly turning into a black vortex in front of him.
The flame snake pierced into it, and the flame energy collided with the evil spirit suddenly.
Inside the black vortex, there was a muffled rumbling sound instantly, as if bubbles were bubbling up like hot water boiling.
Nine Yin Zhenjun smiled coldly, "Let you see how powerful my Heisha battle spirit is!"
The formation flag in his hand trembled again, and a cloud of black evil spirit howled out from it.
These evil spirits condensed together and turned into a black giant more than ten meters tall standing on his left and right with a long knife in hand.
A suit of armor, majestic.
Nine Yin Zhenjun raised his hand and waved the array flag, and these black spirits rushed forward, surrounded Li Zhishuo and swung their long sabers.
The disciples of Quanzhen were all terrified when they saw it, and they could feel the coldness of this evil spirit from a distance.
Yeluhan slapped his fan proudly, saying it was a competition, but in fact he wanted to delay the time for the subordinates who broke the formation.
Once the Quanzhen Formation is broken later, he will have these Taoists killed.
On Li Zhishuo's body, flames shot up violently.
The fiery power continuously exploded the evil spirit.
The long knife in the hands of the Heisha battle spirit whizzed and slashed, and it was so powerful that he didn't dare to fight recklessly with the sword, but kept dodging under the surround of these battle spirits.
The flames on his body and the yin and evil energy were constantly restraining each other, and his energy and spirit were very depleted.
The Nine Yin Scriptures waited for work with leisure, and constantly used array flags in the distance to replenish the evil spirits of these fighting spirits.
The array flag in his hand was refined with an unknown amount of corpse energy.
Continuously, endlessly.
After Li Zhishuo's movements slowed down, when the time came, he took the opportunity to change his formation and shouted, "Fighting souls unite!"
A dozen battle spirits suddenly merged into one.
With a lot of oil on his body, it seemed that a real giant had appeared, and he swung his sword suddenly, and slashed heavily with Li Zhishuo's long sword.
With a loud bang, the flames on Li Zhishuo's sword were scattered and flew, and his whole body was also sent flying by the huge force.
Jiuyin Zhenjing accepted the black fighting spirit, and laughed proudly, "It seems that I, Jiuyin Zhenjun, will sweep all of you today!"
Quanzhen disciple helped Li Zhishuo up and dragged him back.
All the disciples were depressed for a while, they didn't expect that all these crooked ways are so powerful.
Both the master and the elders of the sect went to Mount Zhongnan, and it was indeed a bit unbearable with their strength.
Yeluhan laughed arrogantly, "We have won two times, acting leader, don't you Quanzhen sect have no decent masters?"
Yin Zhiping looked back, all the disciples avoided their gazes, and no one dared to stand up again.
As a last resort, he raised his sword and said, "Master Yelu, do you dare to fight me?"
"you sure?"
Yeluhan raised the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and said, "This king has long wanted to compete with you. Since you jumped out on your own initiative, then I can only accompany you."
He had a confident look on his face, and he didn't take Yin Zhiping seriously.
Song Yuchan couldn't help but yelled from behind, "This guy has the mark of the wolf king on his body. Back then, I hired Daoist Mosquito to stop him. If he makes a move, I'm afraid the acting leader will be defeated."
(End of this chapter)