From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 192 This sword can cut through all the evil in the world [Long chapter, please vote, please subscribe! ]

Qi Chuanfeng couldn't help laughing: "Do you think I can't see that these stones are used to set up a formation?"

He glanced at the strange rocks on the platform and said in a contemptuous voice: "Do you think these rocks can kill me?"

"The sword of Ama-no-Kume in my hand will chop off your head within two minutes."

Qichuan Feng smiled cruelly, holding the sword in both hands, slowly squatted down and prepared to chop.

Zheng Zhaoyuan did not argue with him. He made finger gestures and stepped on the Qi step. For a moment, the energy and magnetic fields of the strange stones on the field became one, floating in the air with bursts of vibrations.

When Qichuan Feng was rushing towards Zheng Zhaoyuan with a sword in hand, countless clouds of smoke suddenly burst out from the strange rock, covering the entire platform with clouds and smoke.

Zheng Zhaoyuan knew clearly that it was Li Yang who helped him break through to the innate realm, so his hard power could only be considered as the bottom among the inner alchemy innate realms.

If he were to fight Qi Chuanfeng head-on, he would definitely not be Qi Chuanfeng's opponent, so he could only use the formation.

The formation he set up today was different from the one he displayed at the 'Vanxiang Evening Party' that day. This formation was the 'Ghost Gate Golden Gang Formation', which was specially designed to kill enemies and demons.

Sword energy shot out from the clouds from time to time. Zheng Zhaoyuan did not dare to stop chanting the incantation. He first raised his left foot, then took one step at a time, one forward and one backward, one yin and one yang, with the beginning and the end synchronized, placing his feet horizontally and vertically to form a T-shape.

This is the 'Po Xie Xuan Shu Gang Bu' in Bu Gang Ta Dou, and its predecessor evolved from Yu Bu.

The "Dong Shen Ba Di Du Jing. Yu Bu Zhi Ling" states: "Yu Bu is a technique created by Yu the Great in Xia Dynasty. It is a technique that summons the steps of spirits and is the source of all techniques and the key to the mystery."

This 'Po Xie Xuan Shu Gang Bu' is even more powerful. As Zheng Zhaoyuan moved, the strange rocks kept changing positions and the fog on the field became thicker and thicker.

The situation on the field was changing rapidly, and the mood of the Chinese camp off the field was also up and down. Everyone was amazed at Zheng Zhaoyuan's formation skills. Although they could not see the situation of Qi Chuanfeng in the formation, they knew that he would not have an easy time since he had not been able to break out of the formation for such a long time, so they cheered for a while.

Only a few of the innates had solemn expressions. Li Yang discovered that Kamo Tadayuki and Suzuki Mina, who had just changed her clothes, did not look overly panicked. Instead, they were calmly commenting on the 'Ghost Gate Golden Gang Formation'.

As the boss of the Taoist Department, Kamo Tadayuki was also quite accomplished in formations. He nodded frequently and pointed out with great admiration the power of the 'Ghost Gate Golden Gang Formation'.

Li Yang looked at Zheng Zhaoyuan, whose forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and felt a little worried.

As time went by, Zheng Zhaoyuan's face became paler and paler, and the clouds, mist and strange rocks on the field changed faster and faster.

"Dana, Qianyi, capture, Dui, raise the mighty army, Gen Palace seals the ghost gate, Li Palace drives the fire wheel, the North Sea is surging, the human gate shakes the earth's axis, thunder and lightning sound, and the strong wind shakes the mountains. All the generals help me, all the generals help me, hurry up and capture as ordered!!"

Zheng Zhaoyuan bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the formation stones. As soon as the formation stones were stained with blood, they immediately emitted infinite golden light and shot towards the enemy in the formation.

This was a killing method in the Ghost Gate Golden Gang Formation, called 'Breaking the Earth and Summoning Thunder Gang'. When the Blood Demon had just awakened and had not yet recovered and was trapped in the cave of Mount Emei, Zheng Zhaoyuan and Wu Peng had used this technique to seriously injure the Blood Demon.

There was a clanging sound in the formation, like the explosion sound caused by the collision of golden energy and sharp weapons, and then there was a painful roar, as if the 'Breaking the Earth and Summoning Thunder Energy' was taking effect.

Just as everyone was about to cheer, there was a "bang" and a strange rock exploded.

Zheng Zhaoyuan's face changed drastically, he moved faster and faster, and the blood in his mouth spurted out desperately.

Like a chain reaction,

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The strange stones in the formation exploded one after another, and the broken stones flew everywhere, leaving a long and narrow wound on Zheng Zhaoyuan's face.

Zheng Zhaoyuan retreated violently, away from the cloud in the center of the platform.

The clouds were constantly being pulled into strange shapes, and there were few intact formation stones left. It seemed as if some ferocious beast was about to break through the fog.

The atmosphere on the field was extremely solemn. Zheng Zhaoyuan pulled out a stack of talismans from his arms and stuck them on the vital points of his chest and limbs. Then, with a wave of his hands, several talismans burned into ashes. He actually swallowed the ashes with blood.

There was no time to make further preparations. A bright sword energy tore the clouds into pieces, and a blood-stained figure burst out from the clouds and slashed towards Zheng Zhaoyuan.

Zheng Zhaoyuan changed his steps on the stage, trying his best to avoid the sword, but his right chest was accidentally cut, and his body retreated dozens of meters away.

Qichuan Feng was in a very miserable state at this time, his clothes were tattered and charred with blood stains.

However, his eyes were filled with excitement. After a successful strike, he licked Zheng Zhaoyuan's blood on the blade of the sword, his face full of obsession.

"Is this the blood of Huaguo Xiantian? Even after drinking it once, it is still so fascinating."

Qi Chuanfeng was like a madman. He hit Zheng Zhaoyuan with one strike and didn't give him a chance to breathe. He squatted down and shot out, constantly getting close to him and slashing at Zheng Zhaoyuan with a sword.

Every time the sword of Ama Murasakibara chopped towards Zheng Zhaoyuan, a sound of metal clashing was heard. Several talismans emitted a dim light, barely blocking the edge of the sword of Ama Murasakibara.

This is the "Six Ding and Six Jia Amulet" that Zheng Zhaoyuan exchanged from the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan. It is one of the few silver talismans that the Maoshan Sect has in stock. It is one level higher than the celestial talismans drawn by Li Yang.

However, even the "Six Ding and Six Jia Amulet" was dimmed by the sword of Ame no Murakami. In just a few seconds, Zheng Zhaoyuan was almost chopped into a bloody man.

Qichuan Feng's eyes were bloodshot and wide open due to the tremendous pleasure. He was enjoying the smell of blood and the pleasure of slaughter, and his attack became more and more crazy.

"Hahaha, you are still as weak as those people seventy years ago."

"You said you were going to kill me, so why are you just running away? Or is this your usual style?"

"I wish I could be born in that era, and follow the heroic spirit of Yasukuni Shrine to kill you pigs, plant the flag of my country of cherry blossoms all over your land of China, destroy your scriptures and books, burn your ancestral temples, and make great achievements."

Qichuan Feng still retained a bit of rationality after all, and used the secret method of sound transmission.

Zheng Zhaoyuan's expression was calm, as if the flesh and blood that were being tossed out and splattered were not cut from his body.

Blood continued to remain in various locations on the stage, but he was still moving around the court, looking for every possible chance to fight back.

However, Qi Qiansu could no longer sit still. The rules of the sparring were that the winner could only be determined and the fight ended when one party verbally admitted defeat or lost the ability to move.

Seeing that Zheng Zhaoyuan, who had been chopped into a bloody mess, showed no sign of giving in, Qi Qiansu thought of something and turned to look at Li Yang.

"Master Li, I heard that Taoist Zheng visited you last night?"

The innates around him also looked at Li Yang. Anyone could see that Zheng Zhaoyuan was extremely miserable at this moment. Failure had become a foregone conclusion, and his life was even in danger.

Seeing that Zheng Zhaoyuan was still reluctant to admit defeat, could it be that Master Li had some backup plan prepared for him?
No one said it out loud, but including Chi Yanhong, Gao Miao and a group of Qi Ling, they all had the same thought in their minds: now the hope of victory all lies on this Master Li.

Li Yang's expression was calm, without any emotion fluctuation. His god-like eyes were fixed on Qi Chuanfeng who was chasing and hacking at Zheng Zhaoyuan.

He said calmly: "I refined a sword talisman."

Qi Qianshu's face flashed with joy, and the rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief. No one would doubt Li Yang's talisman skills. Even Chen Xiyan, who specialized in talismans from the Maoshan School, was far superior to the man in front of him in drawing talismans.

"I used green jade ore as the talisman, green ox blood as ink, and the moon essence wheel as the pen. I added the golden light and great power, infused it with the boundless sword energy of the Nanming Sword, and refined it with true fire and spirit water. When the talisman came out, the mountains and forests all around changed color."

Li Yang's expression was calm, as if he was narrating a very ordinary thing, and his eyes flashed with light between his opening and closing.

He recalled the scene when he met Zheng Zhaoyuan last night.
The statue of Wang Lingguan in the hall was holding a whip and glaring. Zhang Miaofa had already left, and in the huge hall filled with incense, there were only the two of them.

It was late at night, and apart from the candlelight, there was no other light in the hall. The carved beams and pillars, the altar and the golden statue made the whole place look solemn and mysterious.

The two of them sat cross-legged, and a palm-sized jade pendant in Li Yang's hand floated up and down.

"What do you think are your chances of winning tomorrow's fight?"

"Less than 30%."

Zheng Zhaoyuan smiled, his face full of calmness.

"Sancheng, do you want to go too?"

"Of course, I have a great karma with them. Since there is karma, I must end it."

Li Yang paused for a moment.

"He has a very powerful sword in his hand, not inferior to Nan Ming. You might... die."

Zheng Zhaoyuan was silent for a long time: "But, I have to go..."

"I can lend you a sword."

Li Yang stretched out his hand, and the jade pendant floated up and down on his fingertips.

"With this sword, you can split mountains, shake the sea, slay monsters, suppress evil spirits, and slay all evil in the world."

The jade pendant shone with a faint light, and under Li Yang's guidance, it floated to a place within Zheng Zhaoyuan's reach.
Zheng Zhaoyuan remained silent, and then he slowly stretched out his old hand...
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Li Yang said, "When the talisman came out, the surrounding areas changed color." No one doubted his words. In the world today, only Master Li could have the generosity and cultivation to refine such a magical object.

Qi Qian took a sip of tea, Sun Boyang stroked his beard and smiled, Wu Peng adjusted his sitting position, and Zhao Ziyao began to chat with Gao Miao and Zhu Ling.

Zheng Zhaoyuan on the stage was still in danger, and the "Six Ding and Six Jia Amulet" was becoming dimmer, but they had already put their minds at ease.

Jade ore, monster blood, and the blessing of Jin Guanghui and Li Yang's Nanming sword energy, no one present could guarantee that they could survive it safely.

Only Chi Yanhong looked at Li Yang's expression and smelled something different.

On the high platform, as the Six Ding and Six Jia were completely shattered into fragments the size of fingernails, Zheng Zhaoyuan could no longer resist the sword of the Ame no Murasakibara sword.

"thorn"

The blade of the Ame-no-Kume sword trembled, and it almost cut Zheng Zhaoyuan's entire chest with ease.

Without the protection of the Six Ding and Six Jia Talismans, everyone could clearly feel the sharpness of the sword of Ame-no-Kusan. The magic weapons that Zheng Zhaoyuan threw out were broken like pieces of paper.

Zheng Zhaoyuan moved away. His lips had turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

He practiced the "Xuanwu Blood Nourishing Method", and his blood was naturally strong and vigorous. It was precisely because of this that he was able to persist until now.

But it was obvious that he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Zheng Zhaoyuan fell miserably in the southwest of the platform, blood still gushing from his wounds.

Qichuan Feng performed a sword dance, and the blood on the blade splattered all over the stage.

He was like a cat catching a mouse, no longer rushing to attack, but slowly walked towards Zheng Zhaoyuan who was sitting on the ground.

He had already seen that the old man opposite would never surrender.

"You are so weak. I even think you can't defeat that idiot Suzuki."

"It's hard for me to imagine that China would actually send you to fight. The first soul I originally chose for Tenkumokumo Sword was Qi Qiansu's."

"I even suspect that they sent you here to die on purpose."

Qichuan Feng was smiling happily, his momentum growing with every step. The blade of the Ame-Kurosakuyun sword reflected Zheng Zhaoyuan who was struggling to stand up.

"It's a small country, but your grandfather hasn't fallen yet."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhaoyuan seemed to be smiling even happier than him.

Everyone in China was worried. Why, why didn't Taoist Zheng use the sword talisman yet?
Judging from the situation on stage, if he doesn't use it, he will most likely become a dead soul under the sword.

Qi Chuanfeng sensed something was wrong, and when he was within the reach of the sword, he held the sword with both hands and lowered his waist: "You are about to fall. I said two minutes, and now there are only thirty seconds left."

Zheng Zhaoyuan shook his head, his thighs still trembling, but he finally stood up by holding on to the floor: "I won't fall down. You still owe me karma and debts. If you don't pay me back, I won't be safe even if I go down."

"Little devil, grandpa wants to tell you something."

"A gentleman is calm but not arrogant, while a villain is arrogant but not calm."

Qi Chuanfeng felt more and more uneasy. He didn't understand. It was obvious that if he swung his sword forward, the old man would be beheaded. But why was he still so calm?

Qi Chuanfeng glanced at the surrounding environment. The bloodstains on the ground were messy and without a trace, but there was a certain directional logic.

And his position was right in the center of these bloodstains.

A palpitating sense of threat rose in his heart, Qi Chuanfeng decisively gave up the head that was about to be in his hands and retreated violently.

"You've slashed Grandpa so many times with your sword and you want to run away? It's too late!"

Zheng Zhaoyuan, who had been suppressing his emotions for a long time, finally smiled, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be about to be squeezed into a pile.

He made a gesture with his fingers, and the bloodstains on the field slowly turned into blood mist, which gathered towards Qi Chuanfeng from all directions.

Qichuan Feng was horrified and wanted to use the sword Ama Murasakibara to cut the blood mist. However, although the sword was sharp, he could not cut through the blood mist. The blood mist kept breaking and connecting, and it entangled with him like maggots on his tarsal bones.

The blood mist flowed into Qichuanfeng's body from his seven orifices. Gradually, Qichuanfeng could neither see nor hear. He felt as if he was in an endless sea of ​​blood, with no sense of the outside world.

(End of this chapter)