Although Hongjing City is not big, it is finally considered a county town with a jurisdiction of nearly a hundred miles. The seemingly dilapidated city walls and gates are all made of rammed earth and huge rocks. They have not been much damaged during the turmoil of the last dynasty of the previous dynasty, and have not been much damaged. So far, they have a history of more than 300 years.

Unfortunately, after the city gate was destroyed, most of the Hongjing City had become ruins after just one stick of incense. Countless residents in the city wailed and ran out of the city. Fortunately, someone had warned before that after the city gate collapsed, the people nearby were scattered and fled. However, not many people were killed and injured by the greater aftermath. There were also a few more courageous people, or those who thought they were good at martial arts, who were standing on the only Ximen Tower, which had not been shaken yet, and looked at the thrilling battle in the distance.

It’s not that they like to watch the fun too much, but that this battle is too intense and grand, far beyond the concept of the fight in the world in many people’s minds, and it is even almost the same as the fighting between immortals in the monster novels.

Purple lightning and golden sword-shaped energy rose and fell on the ground in the air. Seven or eight figures intertwined and shuttled among the ruins, chasing and colliding, and suddenly colliding and disappearing. With each movement of their actions, the air was torn and screamed, vibrating, and the loud noises that exploded intertwined into one piece.

Amid the roar of anger, the fist of a tiger guard hit hard with the fist of a golden armored god general for the 84th time. The fist of the watermelon of the golden armored god general was finally broken, and the golden light like liquid flowed out of the broken body and dissipated. The purple light that originally surrounded the body disappeared, and the huge body began to slowly become somewhat uncertain. Although this armored soldier formed by using Taoism to condense his divine thoughts and magic power has a personal form, there is no vital point. No matter where the damage and impact exceeds a certain limit, it will cause overall collapse.

The Tiger Guard's fist was also as shrunk as a steamed bun, and the broken fingers penetrated the broken flesh and blood clearly visible. Not only this hand, but one of the Tiger Guard's feet was gone. There was only half of the limbs on the ground that were pinched like dried pickled vegetables, which was the result of falling into the hands of the Golden Armored God General. The recoil from the punch just now also threw him away, but the Tiger Guard seemed to feel no pain at all. He held a hand and one foot on the ground, shot straight out like a crossbow and hit the Golden Armored God General's chest.

As the blood splattered, the already hazy body of the golden-armored god general finally began to collapse completely. It turned into a ball of golden light and dissipated. A small talisman ball inside fell to the ground dull. The bloody tiger guard fell down and staggered and barely stood still. He raised his head and let out a laugh or anger scream. He fell to the ground and never moved again.

On the other hand, under the attack of two tiger guards, another golden armored god general was finally defeated. The two tiger guards were also covered in scars, panting, and their expressions were not at all relaxed. They looked at Zhang Yuhong, who was flickering with purple lightning and lightning in the field with vigor and serious look on their faces.

The defeated people are actually no longer the first two golden armored gods. They have defeated these two Taoist puppets several times before. However, Zhang Yuhong either flashed over and slapped his hand with a slap, or chanted a spell from a distance, and the golden armored gods that had just disappeared will immediately recover as before.

This kind of Taoist puppet used as a frontal battle is the most common Five Element Armored Soldier, which is the best magic, which can easily slaughter dozens of ordinary heroes like killing chickens and sheep. The two evil-killing gods created by Zhang Yuhong are the top-grade Taoist techniques unique to Longhu Mountain. They are formed by the minds of thousands of believers. The solidification power of the body is infinitely strong and the action is like the wind. There are several evil-breaking methods to accompany you. They are dozens of times more powerful than the ordinary Five Element Armored Soldiers. Even though these three Tiger Guards are truly first-class masters, and the strongest one has reached the innate level, they can defeat one or two times. After three, four times, four, and five times, they are completely exhausted.

Fortunately, this time, the dissipated armored soldiers finally did not condense again and disappeared completely. The remaining two tiger guards couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, just looking at Zhang Yuhong's figure surrounded by golden light and sometimes purple thunder in the field, they no longer had the energy to move forward.

But it seems that it was not Zhang Yuhong who had the advantage in this scene, but Nangong Wuji.

The ruins of Hongjing County were formed with Nangong Wuji as the center of the circle, but there was no brick and stone rubble under his feet and beside him. Nothing could exist within a hundred feet, and even as long as he stayed in a place, the ground in that place would be quickly cut off. His figure was not tall and strong, nor was it flexible and agile. Compared to Zhang Yuhong, who was flashing with the fluttering of purple thunder and golden light, he even seemed very stupid, but he used his moves and gestures as if no one else was around.

But with every move of his movement, it seemed as if endless energy rushed out and roared out to destroy everything he faced him.

He swung his fists to the sky, and the clouds in the sky were also dispersed and blown away by the fist wind. He put his hands together and worshiped the ground, and immediately a large pit of dozens of feet in a radius was formed by the shaking of the earth. On the distant city walls, there were all those who were brave enough to watch the battle with great fear. He was like a giant who was breaking the sky and breaking the earth and shaking the world with his hands.

On the other hand, Zhang Yuhong was like a butterfly struggling barely in the storm. No matter how erratic or beautiful his figure was, he could not help himself. Instead, he would be torn to pieces by the raging airflow around him at any time. Several times he seemed to be able to approach Nangong Wuji with the flash of lightning, but was immediately pushed away by the huge qi that burst out. He turned into a sword to break a palm force as thick as a mountain, and immediately two, three and four channels arrived one after another until all the golden sword energy on his body and the buildings on a line behind him were crushed.

Even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't do it. Two times Zhang Yuhong seemed to retreat with the force and immediately flashed an electric light and wanted to fly away, but the escape method that relied on lightning seemed to be unable to be continuously cast, and the distance could only be within dozens of feet. No matter where his body appeared, as Nangong Wuji's handprints unfolded, or the huge palm energy falling from the sky or the suction force like a tornado would force him back.

"Zhang Zhenren, Zhang Zhenren, be careful! If you drag the demon, you might lose energy."

"Zhang Zhenren's cultivation is the best in the world. Even the Xidi people killed at that time, and they would never lose to these evil demons and heretics!"

On the city wall in the distance, many of those who had the courage to stay here to watch the battle were worried or encouraged by Zhang Yuhong. The real person who subdued the Demon is not only famous in the world, but also was granted by the imperial court. He is truly a hero in the eyes of ordinary people and men in the world. However, some of the people who could see the clues were whispering in a low voice.

"Hey. The man just said that it was Qingyulou's business? Judging from this posture, are the ones who are doing this from Shadow Shirt Guards?"

"The Shadow Shirt Guard has always been mysterious. Suddenly, he came so vigorously and started fighting with Zhenren Zhang. What crazy is it? Could it be that he really wanted to help the bald donkeys in the Pure Land Zen Temple to calm the Heavenly Master Dao?"

"Where is that simple? There must be something unknown and amazing inside story behind it. Otherwise, how could these people have confronted Zhang Zhenren with their obscene virtues?"

"Who is that person? He can actually crush Zhenren Zhang like this? Where did the Shadow Guard invite the master? Such a terrifying innate qi has two hundred years of internal energy cultivation. If you take the medicines that stimulate potential in the Medicine King Valley, you can't reach this point? Could it be that the monster?"

"Those Shadow Guards were all obeyed by him. I'm afraid they were not masters invited from outside, but which leader of Shadow Guard? Such a method that is not as human as a means, could it be something that has been practicing the Demon Cult? I heard that they are all killing the Kung Fu of the Demon Cult in public, but they always have some... "

"Silence! Do you want to die? Say these things that are taboo..."

"My second uncle is okay?"

In a most inconspicuous corner, He Sier looked at Nangong Wuji who had the advantage in the field with a worried face, and couldn't help but whisper to ask Mr. Tang next to her. She rarely spoke in these days, and she became much haggard. Her once lively and charming appearance became much dim and desolate. She often didn't speak all day long. Instead, Mr. Tang took the initiative to talk to her more. But after watching here for so long, she also saw some bad clues.

"Is he okay? Only he can decide." Mr. Tang still looked smiling. His eyesight was naturally completely different from others. He could see the reality and reality of the scene. "I don't know whether Zhang Yuhong was guarding or caring about his feelings back then, and he never used the final victory or defeat. But only because he can be hard or soft, and can be far or near Taoism and martial arts. The key is that there is a geographical advantage that has been condensed in Hongjing City for a long time. Your uncle can't hurt him for so long, so he can only drag it on like this... As for how long it can be delayed, only he knows..."

After a while of silence, He Sier asked in a stern voice: "My second uncle... used the great handprint of the Pure Land Zen Temple, right? I remember he had specially consulted Zen Master Huiguang for advice on Buddhism..."

"I know what you want to ask, Si'er girl." Mr. Tang smiled even happier. "Yes, that is indeed the great hand seal of the Pure Land Zen Temple. Whether it is the method of exercising power or the method of divine thoughts, I can guarantee that they are the true teachings of the Pure Land Zen Temple. But I believe you can see whether the one who destroys the city and breaks the ground is the supernatural power or the innate qi, right?"

"...The Haoran Gangqi of the Confucian Sect is the family tradition of the Nangong family. My uncle has always urged everyone in the Nangong family to practice well since childhood..."

"Haha, this is indeed. The Nangong family respected the orthodox Confucianism since the previous dynasty. The way of monarch and ministers that Master Nangong Wuji personally pursued is also advocated by the Confucianism today... Haha, but even the Haoran qi of Master Nangong Wuji is probably not as small as your second uncle's performance today?"

“Is it…”

"Yes. Your second uncle has practiced the Shuntian Divine Sect's Creation Achievement. And it seems that his cultivation is so deep, and purely about his internal strength, he is probably the first place today." Mr. Tang smiled faintly, as if he was sincerely proud of the achievements of an old friend.

"How...how is it possible...my second uncle...my second uncle...how can I practice the Demon Cult..."

"This is actually nothing. I secretly control the storm of the world for the court. How heavy is the burden on the shoulders of Shadow Shirt Guard? Even though the doctrine of the Demon Sect is indeed a bit biased, the various methods created are indeed very useful, just like sharp weapons of swords. Although it is a weapon in the hands of evil people, it is a weapon in their own hands. This is the way of change. Shadow Shirt Guard has secretly collected and used various magic skills since its inception. As the deputy commander, your second uncle, if his own cultivation cannot suppress many masters, how can he lead Shadow Shirt Guard? It is normal to practice the Creation of Heaven." Tang Erye still smiled and enlightened Nangong Wuji.

“But…but…”

"But what? Are you afraid that this magic skill will be backfired? It doesn't matter. Isn't your second uncle going to find a monk from the Pure Land Zen Temple to learn the Kung Fu's Handprint? And I guess his true mental method is still Confucianism? Based on Confucianism's mind method, Buddhist kung Fu is used to control the creation of heaven and fortune... It is a unique and unique method... And this kind of righteousness of loyalty to the country and risking one's own life and sacrificing oneself to feed the tiger is really what the Confucians in the previous dynasty praised? Si'er, don't underestimate your second uncle's enlightenment. As expected, the old man asked us to take a look. Otherwise, how could you see such righteous acts as your second uncle?"

Mr. Tang smiled kindly and happily, and light flashed in his squinting eyes. He looked at the figure in the distance that was bombarding a great qi and shocking the world.

"Nangong Ji, do you still have to fight? You'd better see how you look now."

The lightning flashed. Zhang Yuhong avoided a fist that had just bombarded a pit several feet in a radius on the ground. His figure stood still in the air, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like stars, and he glared at Nangong Wuji below.

Of course, Nangong Wuji couldn't see his appearance, but he could see his hands. The skin that was originally slightly loose and yellow was becoming smooth, rosy and delicate, and gradually tensed. The muscles under the skin were also rejuvenating and energetic. It was a pair of young and beautiful hands.

No need to look at anything else, Nangong Wuji also knew that the skin on his face and the muscles on his body were gradually becoming younger. He had actually changed from a majestic middle-aged man to a young man of double decades.

This is definitely not a good thing. It can only show that as the power is lost and used, the unparalleled internal force is breaking away from the control of his mental techniques and martial arts, and gradually completely merged with his body. What's worse is that this internal force is not originally his. The human desire to devour all things contained in it has begun to sprout as the body becomes younger and younger. He seems to be able to hear an unknown little beast in his body making excitement cry for his upcoming growth.

But Nangong Wuji did not show any hesitation or panic. He did not even look at Zhang Yuhong in the air. He just clasped his hands together with a solemn and serious look on his face, then tied his fingers against each other, forming the next handprint.

"I'm stubborn! Since this is the case, I'll help you! Avoid you becoming a demon in the future and harming others!" Zhang Yuhong raised his eyebrows and the divine light shot out. He opened his hands out, and a figure with a long sleeve floated, and a tall crown gradually appeared behind him with a golden light, which wrapped him in it. It seemed that some chants sounded from somewhere.

Nangong Wuji still didn't look at Zhang Yuhong. He looked at his nose and nose like a monk who was concentrating on sacrifices, and concentrated all his energy and spirit in his body and his hands.

With the two of them as the core, the low sound of the roar began to resound from nothing to something from small to large until it ran over a radius of ten miles. It was a whine from the unbearable atmosphere. Many of the people watching the battle on the city wall in the distance were actually shocked by the sound. Even those who had no eyesight could feel that the coming was definitely a shocking and unprecedented collision.

"Here you come. This is the last blow to determine the outcome of life and death. What a pity..." At this time, the smile on Mr. Tang finally disappeared, and he looked at the tense two people in the distance, frowned and muttered to himself.

But at this moment, a golden light suddenly soared into the sky and reached the clouds, and then turned into a dragon and a tiger intertwined and hit it down.

Although this vision is grand, it is really far from here, at least about 10 or 20 miles away, so there is only a hazy view here, which is nothing compared to the atmosphere where the two of them have already reached their peak. But when Zhang Yuhong saw it, his whole body was shocked and shocked, and even the golden figure condensed around him dissipated.

"The dragon and tiger intersect to transform into the sky and attack the earth*? Hengliang?...Oh no! It's the earth spirit master!" With a loud shout, Zhang Yuhong's figure instantly turned into a golden sword and shot towards the direction where the strange phenomenon was generated. As soon as his body moved, the bursting sound and impact caused by breaking the atmosphere impacted the ground along the way so that the soil was flying.

"Where to go..." Nangong Wuji also shouted loudly. But just as his handprint was about to move, another firework rose and exploded in the same position where the strange phenomenon had just emerged.

Compared to the dragon and tiger vision just now, the fireworks were really not enough to see. They could only be vaguely visible when they were so far away during the day. However, when they saw it, Nangong Wuji's whole body was shocked, and the blow that was ready to be fired also stopped. But during this hesitation, the golden giant sword transformed by Zhang Yuhong had already gone away with a roar, leaving only a small dot in his sight.

"They finally chased after him? Why are even the earth spirit masters there? Why are even the earth spirit masters..." Looking at that direction, Nangong Wuji's face suddenly appeared in Gu Jingbubo's face, which seemed to be no better than Zhang Yuhong. He wanted to fly in that direction together, but as soon as he moved, his feet softened and he knelt on the ground, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"No, I want to go over, I want to go over... No, my heart cannot be confused, my heart cannot be confused..." While muttering to himself, Nangong Wuji closed his eyes and actually half-kneeled down and began to recite the letter slowly. "...benevolence means honor, not kindness means humiliation. Now he hates humiliation and is not kind, but he still hates wetness and is underestimated..."

There were only a few people standing on the city wall in the distance. Almost everyone was confused about the sudden ending scene. Almost no one noticed the half-kneel figure in the distance in the smoke and dust, and He Sier who jumped from the city wall and ran toward wherever he ran.

Mr. Tang naturally saw it. He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled, and walked down the city wall. But after walking a few steps, he turned around and waved to the people who were still there, as if he was saying goodbye to these people, and then turned around and walked down the city wall.

The people on the city wall were either whispering to each other or looking far away in the direction where Zhang Yuhong went, not paying attention to the middle-aged fat man who was dressed in an ordinary manner, nor did they notice the tiny silver threads flying out of his hand. The silver threads seemed to have life, quickly turning and dancing in the air, and then each pierced into everyone's body silently.

It seemed as if a puppet show suddenly broke all the ropes by someone. Everyone on the city wall stopped their movements at the same time, and then fell to the ground and no longer had any sound.

Nangong Wuji finally stood up. He wiped the blood from his mouth, then clenched his fists hard, and a look of disappointment and anxiety flashed in his eyes.

"Second uncle, second uncle!" An anxious cry came, and He Sier's figure ran out of the flying mud. Nangong Wuji was also shocked: "Seen? Why are you here?"

"I...I'm with Uncle Tang..." He Si'er ran not far away, and looked at Nangong Wuji's face that looked almost younger than her, and suddenly stopped, and a look of horror appeared on her face. "Second uncle...Second uncle...You, what do you look like? You, have you really practiced the Kung Fu of the Demon Cult..."?"

"Tang Er is here too?" Nangong Wuji's eyes flashed. "Where is he?"

"Brother Nangong, are you okay?" Before He Si'er could answer, Tang Er's voice came over, and then his fat smile appeared through the smoke and dust. But after seeing Nangong Wuji's young appearance, he was stunned.

However, a look of ecstasy flashed across Nangong Wuji's face. He suddenly opened his hand and pulled Tang Erye Xuxu. An invisible force pulled Tang Erye's body directly over.

"The situation is critical, I hope Brother Tang can help me. Today there are many offenses, and I will be punished in the future. I hope Brother Tang will not be surprised." Nangong Wuji spoke sincerely, his face full of helplessness and sincerity. When he looked young, he looked like a young child begging for his elders. However, Master Tang, who was caught by him, was only frightened and opened his mouth wide. He couldn't even say anything. (To be continued)
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