Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 441
Xie Wei won three battles and three victories, not only congratulated by Meng Dekai, Zhao Ji, Liu Mi and others, but also praised by Zhu Zili.

"Okay, thank you nephew, you did a good job."

Nodding to Xie Wei, Zhu Zili praised.

Everyone from the Taibai Sword Sect was celebrating, and looked very happy, but the other people who came to the door undoubtedly did not have that kind of good mood, and they did not fly into a rage, which is already very good.

Then, the battle continued, and another door-to-door disciple appeared in the middle of the platform on the top of Zhenglong Mountain, and another door-to-door disciple came up to fight with him.

The battle went on in an orderly manner, with [-] people coming to the door, no matter which one came to the door, they couldn't avoid it. After the first round, it basically took a day.

In the battle at the level of innate warriors, each sect has three disciples. The strength of these three disciples is divided into three levels. The order of appearance is naturally from weak to strong.

During the door-to-door discussion, the actions of the door-to-door disciples are also very orderly. They are divided into three circles, and each level of disciples is a reincarnation.

When the first round of fighting came to the end, after more than a dozen battles, the one person left was actually a monk from the Canmi Buddhist Sect, whose Dharma name was Wuxin.

When the first round of fighting was over, the first day's door-to-door discussion was over. All the martial artists who came to the door did not leave at all, and stayed on the Dragon Mountain.

As for the offerings and supplies, the disciples of the Qianji Sect are in charge. Whether it is lunch or dinner, they will be delivered on time, and everyone will settle it on the spot.

The problem of rest is even less of a problem. Among the people present, the ones with the worst cultivation bases are also innate warriors, or those on the tenth level of innate strength. In a short period of time, they can completely use meditation instead of sleeping.

At night, on the top of Zhenglong Mountain, there are all warriors sitting cross-legged in meditation. Everyone is practicing, but they are not going all out.

On this small mountain top, although the vitality of the heaven and earth is very strong, it is not enough for so many warriors to practice together, not to mention that there are so many golden cores inside.

Every leader who came to the door was basically a martial artist at the Golden Core level, plus Ming Qihua, the lord of the Qianji Sect, and there was no visitor from the Void Hall, so there were fifteen martial artists at the Golden Core level in total. strong.

If fifteen martial arts masters at the Golden Core Realm practice together and do their best, there will definitely be a huge storm on the top of the Dragon Fighting Mountain, and other warriors will not even have the chance to participate, let alone practice.

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The night passed in peace and silence, and in the blink of an eye, it was the morning of the next day. When the first ray of sky fell and sprinkled warm sunlight on everyone, everyone woke up one after another.

A group of fighters from Fifteen Sect and Qianji Sect opened their eyes one after another when the sky was dim and the sun was shining in front of them, and there was a bright light shining in their eyes.

Under the service of the disciples of Qianji Sect, after finishing breakfast, the door-to-door discussion continued. Yesterday's winner, monk Wuxin from the Buddhist Sect, came out.

"Wuxin, who is a member of the Tantra Buddhist sect, respectfully invite all fellow Taoists to come and give advice."

Wu Xin clasped his palms together, and said loudly, the sound was like a bell.

Wuxin is a young man in his twenties. He looks not old, but his face is full of maturity and seriousness. His bright bald head, under the sunlight, actually flashes colorful light.

"Xie Wei, go and learn about it."

Zhu Zili narrowed his eyes slightly, and instructed Xie Wei.

"Yes, Master Zhu."

Xie Wei nodded and readily agreed.

In yesterday's battle, Xie Wei didn't suffer any injuries, but his true qi was consumed violently. However, after a night of breathing adjustment, Xie Wei's true qi had completely recovered.

Xie Wei, who had maintained a complete state and peak state, immediately stepped off the field, and walked to the battle stage step by step, with very strong steps.

When walking towards the field, Xie Wei has been gathering momentum, a very strong power accumulated in Xie Wei's body, and it became more and more huge.

Slowly walking to the opposite side of Wuxin, Xie Wei held the long sword in his hand, clasped his fists and said: "I am sending you the Taibai Sword Sect Xie Wei, and I have learned the master's tricks."

"Please, benefactor."

Unintentionally and calmly said.

Xie Wei was not too polite, and as soon as Wuxin's words fell, he immediately made a move, the long sword was unsheathed, and a sword light as bright as moonlight slashed towards Wuxin.

On the long sword, a chi-long sword light extended out. Under Xie Wei's slash, the sword light split the void and made a whistling sound.

Xie Wei made a move and displayed his superb swordsmanship again, but Wuxin was different, fighting with bare hands, a pair of thick palms glowed with a faint golden light.

When Xie Wei's long sword slashed down, he unintentionally slapped out with force, causing the air to explode, and when it collided with the long sword, there was a crisp sound of "ding".

A sword and a palm clashed together, as if two sharp weapons clashed together, even though Xie Wei shot with all his strength, the long sword in his hand was not an ordinary weapon, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Wuxin's palm is like gold and iron. The palm he uses is a top-grade martial art of the Canmi Buddhist School, which is absolutely comparable to the Vigorous Vajra Palm of Shaolin Temple.

Using the palm of his hand as a weapon, he fought against Xie Wei. When the fight was intense, it could be seen that where the sword and palm clashed, sparks flew everywhere.

Shenmi Buddhist Sect is worthy of being a sacred place of Buddhist Sect that has existed for thousands of years. Within the sect, martial arts are very powerful, and the palm technique used unintentionally is not only powerful, but also a palm technique similar to horizontal kung fu.

"Bang bang bang..."

The palm technique was like the wind, he waved his palms unintentionally, and when he was cast, it formed palm shadows all over the sky, and slapped Xie Wei continuously.

Although Wuxin's strength was strong, Xie Wei was not weak either. The long sword danced in front of him into a ball of light, becoming a field of sword light.

Most of Wuxin's palms were slapped empty, and they slapped in the void. Immediately, the air exploded, and there was a dull explosion.

The sound of thunder is like the sound of firecrackers, and the power of the palm is very fierce, but under Xie Wei's strike, every sword seems to be able to pierce the space.

Both of them are masters, both of them are masters among innate warriors. When they fought against each other, they fought inseparably, and it became a tie for a while, and no one could do anything to win the other.

"Uncle Zhu, Junior Brother Xie seems to be evenly matched against Wuxin. I don't know who will win in the end."

Meng Dekai watched the battle on the field without blinking his eyes. After watching for a while, he couldn't help asking Zhu Zili.

Zhu Zili was also observing wholeheartedly. Hearing Meng Dekai's inquiry, he frowned slightly, contemplated for a moment, and then said: "It's hard to say, the strength of the two is about the same. It depends on who is higher and who is lower. However, if we continue to die, it is most likely that both sides will suffer.”

Under Zhu Zili's guidance, Xie Wei and Wuxin's fight became more and more fierce. Xie Wei's sword moves had been used to the extreme, and Wuxin's palm and kick techniques did not hold back.

After more than ten strokes, with a loud "bang", Xie Wei and Wu Xin's figures quickly retreated after a collision.

When the two backed away, one could see a long wound was drawn on Wu Xin's chest, and the cut flesh and blood glowed bright red.

That sword, Zhao Ji saw in his eyes, Xie Wei definitely used all his strength, and the sword was cut on Wuxin's chest. If it is an ordinary innate warrior, even if his cultivation reaches the peak of the tenth level of innate Will be killed by a sword.

However, Wuxin clearly practiced some kind of horizontal kung fu, when the sword fell on him, only a wound less than half an inch deep was cut. Although the injury was not serious, it did not hurt any muscles or bones.

Xie Wei, on the other hand, didn't feel well either. He was slapped on the shoulder unintentionally. Although the slap was not firm, the force of the palm was not easy to resist.

The palm hit by Xie Wei was on the right shoulder. The force of the palm was so strong that Xie Wei's right hand was almost exhausted. At least, today he can no longer fight. As for when it will be better, it is still unknown. .

(End of this chapter)