Liu Mingzhi's words were like the small spark that ignited the powder keg, which instantly ignited the powder keg between the pines and trees on the south side of the main mausoleum.
Except for Wen Renzheng, who was observing the figure of the shadow master carefully in the air, and Liu Xuan, who was frowning slightly, all the masters from both sides present were already in a melee in an instant.
From the initial melee, one against one gradually evolved into three against one, then gradually into two against one, and in the end it almost turned into a one-on-one duel.
All the masters have found an opponent who is evenly matched with them and started fighting.
The few spare masters found their unopposed teammates in the chaotic wind, and jumped up without hesitation to join the battle, brandishing their weapons.
The vast area of pine and forest trees on the south side of the main mausoleum of the imperial mausoleum was instantly shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. The dangerous scene was beyond description with the flash of swords and shadows.
In the forest fields where smoke, dust and debris were flying, scenes of all-out fighting were staged everywhere.
The overlord's mace, which is as powerful as a giant, breaks up mountains and rocks and sweeps across the four directions. The strong energy above the mace's body is dense and howling in the cold.
There was a soft steel sword that was like a dancing spirit snake, hissing and flashing with cold light, and the sword light moved towards the opponent's vital parts step by step.
There was a fierce sword light that was like splitting mountains and breaking mountains, killing all directions. Each sword light would kick up several feet of smoke and dust, leaving long and narrow ravines.
There is a sword that reaches the sky, as powerful as a broken bamboo. It looks horizontally and horizontally in the raging Gangqi, and the light of the sword is as dazzling as a meteor streaking across the sky.
There is an invincible and invincible sharp finger that can shake the sword of a golden sword, and a slender jade finger that is full of energy and can shake the light and shadow of a sword without falling behind.
There was a roaring sound like a lion roaring and a tiger roaring, which was shocking and frightening, making people dizzy and making forest birds fly away in fright.
There are bells jingling softly and tinkling intermittently, which is comparable to the lingering sound of the bells. It is ups and downs and continuous. Although it is clear and sweet, it makes people feel angry and restless.
There is a cold and flashing golden light from the Demon-Conquering Pestle, which is raging, and the tigers and tigers are making wind, seeming to wipe out all the evil spirits and monsters in the world.
There is a simple and old sarcophagus that is rushing through the jungle like a mountain falling, crushing everything at the end of the sarcophagus without any scruples.
There is a Zen staff that has a peaceful sound but is powerful enough to crack mountains and crack rocks. It sweeps across the enemy in the forest, just as it sweeps away fallen leaves in the wind.
There are stainless steel chains that look like dragons tumbling and moving around in the forest, cutting through thorns and waves, hoping to smooth out the injustices in the world.
There are palm prints where the true energy has been condensed, and the fists are carrying destructive power one after another, setting off strong winds and gravel, and dead branches and green leaves floating between the sky and the earth.
There is the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty who has condensed his true energy. The Buddha in the temple is turning over rivers and seas, collapsing mountains and cracking the ground, as if he wants to conquer demons.
In this medium-sized pine forest, it only took about half a cup of tea to perform an unprecedented grand event that has been rare in the martial arts world for hundreds of years.
Except for the more than thirty top masters at the innate realm, the other dozens of masters have all reached the half-step innate realm without exception.
Their fighting scenes were more shocking and touching than the fighting scenes of more than thirty innate masters.
Although there is only a short two-word difference between the names of half-step innate masters and innate masters, there is a vast difference in strength between them and true innate masters.
First of all, they lag far behind the innate masters in terms of methods of conserving energy and controlling strength. Most of them use their own powerful internal strength to launch the most domineering attacks on their opponents.
This is one of the reasons why their battle scenes are more spectacular than those of innate masters, but this is not the case.
Their fighting seemed to be so powerful that it shook the mountains, but in the eyes of the more than thirty innate masters who were fighting around them, their fighting method was inferior after all.
Innate masters pay more attention to using cleverness to defeat the enemy when fighting, mostly in exchange for the most effective damage with the minimum consumption.
Hence, the fight between a group of innate masters may seem calm and calm, but only they themselves know best in their hearts how intense the crisis they face when facing off against their opponents.
It can be said that every move is fatal and every step is murderous. If you are not careful, you will be killed on the spot.
No one is willing to throw away his life in vain when he can be proud of others and feel at ease in the arena.
Flowers will bloom again, but people don’t have a second life to start over!
Liu Xuan kept scanning the jungle or mid-air with her pretty eyes, silently observing which of her comrades had fallen into the hands of the enemy, so that she could go to help in time.
However, what Liu Xuan noticed the most out of the corner of her eye was the fight between her eldest brother Liu Mingzhi and the film host. Almost every three to five breaths, Liu Xuan glanced at the other companions and glanced at Liu Da.
One less glance.
Seeing her eldest brother once again being overturned by the shadow master's overbearing sword energy, Liu Xuanfang's heart was pounding and she almost burst out of her voice. Worry was written all over her pretty face.
Because her heartstrings were always tense, Liu Xuan had almost forgotten that this was the first time her eldest brother had been knocked to the ground by the Shadow Master's Yan Ling Dao.
Liu Xuan's flawless white hands kept lingering on both sides of the sword hilt at Liu's waist. She almost wanted to draw the sword and go to help her elder brother face the enemy. However, she never saw her elder brother call out the code he had agreed with her before. Liu Xuan could only
He hesitated and stood in the distance.
She was afraid that her reckless actions would not only fail to help her eldest brother, but would actually end up doing bad things with good intentions, thereby ruining her eldest brother's plan.
The eldest brother has not given any signal yet to signal him to come forward to help. There should be no problem. There should be no problem.
No, no, no, it will be fine. Brother Jiren has his own blessings. How could something happen so easily?
Yes, yes, it will be fine!
Liu Xuan kept comforting herself with some words, and quickly glanced a few times amidst the flashes of swords and shadows fighting around her, and then set her sights on Young Master Liu.
In Liu Xuan's eyes, Young Master Liu stood up from the mound tremblingly with the Heavenly Sword in his hand. After standing up, he staggered and coughed seven or eight times before he finally regained his balance.
Fingering around for a few times at the wound on his left cheek, Young Master Liu immediately took in a few breaths of cold air with his cheeks trembling.
Young Master Liu twitched his eyes, lowered his head and spit several times, and finally managed to spit out the dirt, gravel, and other dirt in his mouth.
He took a few deep breaths, and Young Master Liu carefully stared at the shadow master who was slowly walking towards him, subconsciously moving his steps to change directions.
“Ahem, old fox, you are a fucking bastard, right? Nothing happened at all?”
The film owner looked at Mr. Liu, who looked a little ferocious, and gently raised his slightly withered left hand. Under the sunlight, the five fingers of the film owner's left hand held four bright projectiles motionless against it.
Young Master Liu waved a few times.
“Your Majesty, I admit that the power of these hidden weapons is quite impressive, but you are really too naive to still use it against an innate master who is already vigilant.
I didn’t realize that I had suffered a hidden loss just now. My lord, do you think a normal person would trip and fall twice in the same place?
This time the prince used the same concealed weapon as the artillery in the sneak attack. Can I think that the prince has exhausted his skills?"
Young Master Liu looked at the film owner with a sarcastic look in his eyes. Two brown iron balls the size of eggs quietly slipped out of his sleeves and fell into the big hand under the sleeves.
Secretly adjusting his breath, Master Liu suddenly cursed and fired two iron balls at the shadow master with lightning speed.