Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 797: One versus Three, the Battle of Saints

Duke Yansheng reacted quickly. He waved his sleeves and set up a wall of Qi to stop Jia Jiajia. Unexpectedly, a cloud of gray mist suddenly burst out of her body, and the wall of Qi was immediately riddled with holes. He said in his heart that something was wrong and retreated quickly, but was still attached to a wisp of tricky gray mist. His lower body felt numb. Tan Tai Pingjing took the opportunity to swung the whisk in his hand, and the tail of the whisk wrapped around the old man's neck.

"You two...traitors..."

Zhao Kai stared blankly at the scene happening in the observatory, his head buzzing.

Han Diaosi reacted quickly, jumped up, and headed straight for the observatory together with Jin Xinan.

Jia Jiajia, who had drained the Yellow Dragon Warrior's blood and advanced to a Great Celestial Warrior, flew up to meet them and forced them both back at the same time.

At the same time, the double magic circle flashed a few times, and big holes appeared in the air barrier, which quickly collapsed. The fifty-five Dharma bodies that fell from the sky also showed signs of instability, and the funnel-like energy balls spread like a violent wind.

Zhao Kai and Yang Taisui finally understood why Lin Qing had been so unhurried and didn't care about being trapped in the big formation. The two bitches, Tan Tai Pingjing and Jia Jiajia, were actually instigated by him to rebel!

Han Diao Si was stopped by Jia Jiajia, and the Three Thousand Red Silks could not gain an advantage over the female killer who entered the celestial phenomena through martial arts and the art of collecting yang and replenishing yin, and they were at a disadvantage in the martial arts competition. Jin Xin'an and the deputy commander of the imperial guards who lived in the side hall, the swordsman Yang Dongping of the finger-profound realm, challenged Huang Fangfo. This man, who had received the power from his master again in the Shangyin Academy, drained the two half-step celestial beings, and was given the secret book of Wang Xianzhi's swordsmanship, the second groom, whose strength soared to the peak of the finger-profound realm, fought one against two and ended in a draw.

Yang Taisui shouted to the west: "Master Hong, why don't you take action?"

After two breaths.

Swish.

Sword light came from the east, and Lu Zu's ancient sword stabbed at Nan Huaiyu who had knocked him unconscious, and Tan Tai Pingjing who had collected the Confucian Blue Seal and the Jade Seals of the Eight Kingdoms.

The ancient sword of Lu Zu came from the east, and there was also a sword flying into the sky. With a flash of black light, the ancient sword of Lu Zu turned back and flew north to the observatory. With a twist, the Confucian Blue Seal and the Jade Seals of the Eight Countries all emitted strong light. The white energy was like a swaying ribbon, rushing towards the strangely shaped sword in Chu Pingsheng's hand. The heart-pounding power hit Yang Taisui's heart in waves, and he couldn't help but look bitter.

Zhao Kai cried out in shock: "That magic sword actually absorbed the luck of Confucianism and the jade seals of the eight kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Period?"

He thought the magic sword could only absorb the essence and blood of the human body, but he didn't expect it to have so many uses.

They planned to use Gao Shulu and the double magic circle to weaken Lin Qing's strength, but they didn't expect that they would end up losing more than they gained, and the guy took away the Jade Seal of Fortune?
With a crackling sound, a bolt of lightning pierced down from the clouds, passing through the rapidly dissipating energy ball. Its power became three times stronger, and it was caught by the Dharma bodies of the second generation ancestor of Mount Longhu and the five ancestors who refused to dissipate, and pierced towards the center of the formation that had fallen into Chu Pingsheng's hands.

With a swish, the sword flashed, and the thunder was broken through, turning into an electric net constructed by countless fine arcs of light. The big sword that had just shattered the jade seal passed through the net. With just one slash, the Dharma body of the second-generation ancestor of Longhu Mountain was torn into pieces, and part of the descending soul was also sucked into the sword body.

"Don't want to leave? Then don't leave."

Chu Pingsheng swung his left hand again, and five soul-binding ropes constructed by the Seven Deadly Shadowless Evils entangled the necks of the other five powerful Dharma bodies. They were pulled forward, and the Dharma bodies collapsed and shrank into primordial spirits, which were swallowed up by Chu Pingsheng "one at a time".

That was the primordial spirit and Dharma body of a supreme immortal. If it was devoured in the lower world, its original body would be seriously injured.

He is indeed a demon, so fierce.

Zhao Kai was frightened by this scene and wanted to escape, but Yang Taisui grabbed his wrist.

At this moment, the flying Lu Zu ancient sword was grasped by a hand, and Wudang headmaster Hong Xixiang flew over. Zhao Kai heard the sound of clothes behind him, and when he looked up, he saw an old man wearing a white Confucian robe, with a white head and a gray face, but full of energy, and his back was straight.

In the north sky, a man in the official uniform of a eunuch and a black cloak appeared like a ghost. He looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but his gloomy face had a pair of chaotic old eyes, which were half-closed and half-open, and his temperament was quite torn.

They did not expect Lin Qing to break the formation in this way, so they were forced to show up and fight hastily.

"Hong Xixiang."

"Zhang Fuyao."

"Chen Guoshou."

As Chu Pingsheng spoke out the names of the three people, the magic sword in his hand kept vibrating. It was unknown whether it was because he had eaten too much and felt full, or because he was excited about being able to kill the strongest person in the world.

"Lin Qing, I want to ask you, where did you hide Xu Zhihu?" Just now when Lin Qing was trapped in the formation, Xu Fengnian and Xu Yanbing went to the carriage parked in front of the door to look for someone, but found it empty. Xu Weixiong and Xu Zhihu were not in the carriage.

"Lü Dongxuan, I thought you really didn't care about the life or death of the red-clothed girl you've been looking for for eight hundred years."

Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly: "Do you want to see her?"

After saying this, he clapped his left hand backwards.

hum...

A wave spread out, just like a bronze bell appearing out of thin air, but this time the range was wider and larger.

Slowly, behind him, the shadow of a three-story building with carved beams and embroidered pillars, colorful yellow tiles and an imposing appearance appeared in the sky of the Imperial Observatory like a mirage, and the scattered light made the dark clouds appear fairy-white.

"Is this... a celestial phenomenon?"

Zhao Kai, Yang Taisui, Huang Baozhuang, Huang Fangfo who had just seriously injured Yang Dongping, and Han Diaosi who had dodged Jia Jiajia's knife in a very embarrassed manner, all looked at the scene in the sky in amazement.

This was a celestial phenomenon, but also not a celestial phenomenon, because someone opened the red door on the second floor of the building, walked out, stood in the outer corridor and looked at the people in the Imperial Observatory.

Huanggua, Lu Yi, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Fan Xiaochai, Pei Nanwei... including Xu Weixiong and Xu Zhihu, who were wearing collars around their necks, held in Lin Xiao's hands, and standing in front of her on the left and right.

No one around knew what the situation of this building was, except Chu Pingsheng.

He had a portable space with an area of ​​more than 10 square meters and a height of more than 3 meters. He could indeed hide people inside it, but to get so many women in, they would have to be squeezed together. Later, after he mastered the Jade Emperor Tower, this problem was solved, because the additional effect of the Jade Emperor Tower was integrated with another space that only he could enter, the Martial Arts Sutra Pavilion. In short, it was equivalent to opening a door controlled by consciousness, which materialized the Martial Arts Sutra Pavilion into a building and projected it into the current world.

He has practiced so many martial arts, the charged Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the rebounding Toad Skill, the domineering Qi that simulates self-harm, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill with a domineering body, the Four Symbols Palm with an additional meridian system... basically all of them are to enhance personal abilities. This kind of additional effect of carrying a self-built house with you is the first time he has seen it. However, in terms of its utilization value, it is indeed a magical skill to protect those around him.

Hong Xixiang saw Xu Zhihu in red clothes. Xu Zhihu also saw him. He was very excited at first, but for some reason he turned around and went back inside.

The love-brained Taoist saint who had suffered from love for eight hundred years was furious. He pointed his ancient sword to the sky and the clouds opened up. However, before he could borrow the power of heaven, a small black sword shot out from Chu Pingsheng's body and stabbed into his chest. Everything stopped wherever it passed. Hong Xixiang shouted a curse and a phantom jumped out of his head. His soul actually left his body and his Taoist foundation turned into a half-foot talisman sword, which confronted Chu Pingsheng's black soul sword.

Although his body did not move and his Heavenly Dao technique was interrupted, Lu Zu's ancient sword flew out of his hand and stabbed at Chu Pingsheng's left rib, but was deflected by his sword. He let out a light exclamation and thought to himself that after all, he was a Taoist saint, Lu Dongxuan, who practiced both the sword and the Heavenly Dao and was known as the number one man in the snow. While his soul left his body to resist the Twenty-Three Swords, he could also use his energy to control the sword and take lives with the flying sword. He was much more difficult to deal with than Li Chungang, a simple warrior.

"go……"

Chu Pingsheng pointed forward, and six flying swords the size of little fingers appeared around him. The six swords of Tai'a, Peach Blossom, Green Plum, Bamboo Horse, Ant, and Black Armor that were forcibly snatched from Deng Tai'a and refined appeared and turned into six arcs of light, counterattacking Hong Xixiang, the dual masters of swordsmanship and heavenly power.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

There is the black sword of the soul suppressing it from above.

Six flying swords were fired at him, but this number one martial artist in the world for eight hundred years managed to block them with just the ancient sword of Lu Zu. It seemed that the space around him had been distorted and Lu Zu's flying sword could teleport.

Chu Pingsheng suppressed time and distorted space.

Now that the Black Sword of the Yuanshen has appeared, the White Sword will naturally not be idle. Its target is Zhang Fuyao, who wants to help Hong Xixiang. This old guy who keeps a low profile and has enjoyed the fortune of Confucianism for 800 years is not inferior to the reincarnation of Lu Zu, and is even more adept at defense. The White Sword's Sword Heart Hell cannot capture Zhang Fuyao's existence. The old guy seems to have restrained all his breath and merged into the world. This is a bit similar to the situation when he dueled with Wuming in the Fengyun world.

It would be fine if it was just the aura that disappeared into the heaven and earth, but even the body began to distort. Chu Pingsheng commanded the white sword to stab a few times, but found that it was in vain. Then he understood that Zhang Fuyao distorted the light, blinded his soul with the aura, and deceived his eyes visually.

To be honest, compared with warriors, the saints of the three religions do have more tricks.

But he has more tricks that are invisible to the human eye. He also has an alternative third eye that he developed through practicing the Art of Immortality.

Chen Guoshou didn't dare to give him the chance to increase the bet. He suddenly roared, his cloak flying, and his sleeves raised high. He slapped the thick basalt ground of the Imperial Observatory with one palm. There was a rumbling sound, as if a dragon was tumbling underground. Huge rocks collapsed, the ground shook violently, and pieces of granite seemed to have lost their weight and floated into the air.

(End of this chapter)