The ultimate master in the city

This person's accent is somewhat like that of people from Shaanxi. His voice is very soft, and his tone is like chatting with a friend. However, his use of terms like "mud dog" and "excrement" to describe women is very offensive to listen to.

Zhou Fengchen didn't speak. He could sense that this person was extremely powerful, with an aura ten times stronger than that of the old hag in the Bat Cave. He looked up at Yuan Zhi and the landlady whimpering under the roof beam, then at Chu Xiaoling and her son kneeling beside this person. He formed a hand seal with his left hand and gripped his knife tightly with his right.

"Are you nervous?" The man gently wiped a drop of soup that had splashed onto his clothes, without even glancing at him.

Zhou Fengchen nodded and answered truthfully, "A little!"

The man suddenly frowned. "Huh? Your accent...you're from Chang'an?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "There is no such place as Chang'an now! I'm from Shaanxi."

"Shaanxi?"

The man paused for a moment, then said, "You are far superior to the nun Qingyang and the Taoist Zhuzheng, but you are far more foolish than them. At least they would use stratagems first, but Zhang Feng invited you to subdue me. You shouldn't have revealed your true intentions the moment you saw me—to kill a...beast in your eyes. There's no need for such a troublesome and childish method. You should have gone directly to my door, hidden yourself, and killed him in one strike!"

Pointing to the mirrors, vajra, prayer beads, and the golden and jade blood-stained Buddha statue hanging on the surrounding walls, he said, "This is called the Arhat Subduing Demon Formation, right? It's hastily made, but not bad. It's okay for dealing with ordinary demons. Unfortunately... I'm an expert at this!"

Zhou Fengchen sighed and argued, "I'm not stupid. I just didn't expect an old ghost from the Tang Dynasty to have so many tricks up his sleeve, and even come here to teach me how to kill himself."

"Tang Dynasty... Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing..." The man seemed not to hear Zhou Fengchen's words, as if he were talking to himself. He lowered his head, "My Great Tang Dynasty is gone. No wonder your clothes and accents are so strange!"

Zhou Fengchen gripped his knife tightly, gritted his teeth, and prepared to strike. The man then raised his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "A thousand-year dream! Boring, boring. Zhuzheng, Qingyang, and you are all too weak. What are ordinary mortals doing as mages? Too stupid, no fun!"

"What are you, a thousand-year-old ghost, saying about this being stupid and that being stupid? What's the point of you living?" Zhou Fengchen sneered.

The man's gaze darkened. "Your return means you've already killed my two children. In that case, I'll kill your two friends first!"

With a wave of his hand, two dense clusters of yin energy rushed towards Yuan Zhi and the landlady.

Zhou Fengchen was startled, and his body instantly split in two.

One person flashed behind the man to block the black aura, while the other swung his knife at him.

boom!

Ding!

The two wisps of black energy were dispersed, and the man extended his right hand and lightly flicked it to block Zhou Fengchen's downward slash.

Both Zhou Fengchen staggered back a step at the same time, thinking to themselves, "Damn, that's impressive."

The man stood up, looked in front of him, then looked behind him, and suddenly became excited. "This is interesting! Hahaha..."

As he spoke, he split into two, and two figures clenched their fists and punched at the two Zhou Fengchens.

Bang bang bang!

Several random impacts in succession.

This person became one with another.

The two Zhou Fengchens were also combined into one.

The two exchanged a glance, and the man flicked his sleeve and slipped out the door.

Zhou Fengchen stretched his neck, cut the ropes binding Monk Yuanzhi and the landlady, gave Chu Xiaoling a brief instruction, and then followed her out the door.

The snow outside had lessened a bit. The man stood in the middle of the street, pulled out a long sword from somewhere, brandished it a couple of times, and his aura grew increasingly imposing. "Zhao Guizhen, the Ascended Immortal of the Great Tang Dynasty!"

"Zhou Fengchen!"

Zhou Fengchen's answer was concise; he twirled his sword, and his aura rose steadily.

Zhao Guizhen grinned, his movements unpredictable, and in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him, swinging his sword to stab.

Zhou Fengchen stared intently at his opponent's moves and raised his sword to block.

when!

Both of them took two steps back at the same time.

"That's powerful! Come on!" Zhao Guizhen sneered and thrust his sword forward.

"Thirty-six styles of sword walking techniques!" Zhou Fengchen swung his sword with one arm, slipped on his feet, and lunged forward to slash.

Ding ding ding!

The two were evenly matched in martial arts, and for a time, snowflakes flew everywhere as they fought back and forth, locked in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Zhou Fengchen was extremely frustrated. He had never even heard of fighting a thousand-year-old ghost with martial arts.

Zhao Guizhen also got angry. He drew his sword and retreated. He used some kind of move, and with a strange flash, he struck with his sword. Then he flashed again and struck with his sword.

Caught off guard, Zhou Fengchen suffered several cuts on his body. Enraged, he cursed, "You son of a bitch!"

With a strange twist of its body, it vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Walk the Yu Step?" In the blink of an eye, Zhao Guizhen had a piece of flesh sliced ​​off his shoulder, which fell to the ground with a thud, and blood gushed out, dripping and staining the ground.

He didn't care at all, a strange smile appeared on his lips, he threw away his longsword and flashed away to a distance. Suddenly, a dense yin energy emanated from his body, turning half the street black. He stood in the middle of the yin energy, his figure infinitely tall, his hands forming a seal, and he muttered a spell.

buzz-

Suddenly, countless dark shadows shot out from the rooftops, the distance, and even the ground, shrieking and rushing towards them, terrifying the senses.

"The Evil Arts of Zhao Guizhen, the Ascension Master of the Tang Dynasty..."

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed in surprise, "I know who you are! You are a remnant of the Xianbei priests, a Taoist priest of the Taiqing Palace, who once wreaked havoc on the Tang Dynasty emperor!"

"That's right!" Zhao Guizhen grinned. "Break it! If you can't, I'll slaughter everyone in the town!"

Zhou Fengchen took a deep breath, slammed the knife into the snow, formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and then swung it forcefully, shouting, "Forbidden Spell, Earth Spirit Blade, Quickly!"

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boom!

boom!

Suddenly, the snow on both sides of the street split open, and large, gray-yellow machetes emerged from them, slashing at countless dark shadows amidst the snowflakes.

With a single slash, one was cleaved in two, the sound of wind cutting through the air and the screams of the shadows rising and falling.

Soon all the black shadows disappeared.

Zhao Guizhen's eyes gleamed with a strange light, and he grinned, "It really is Dayan! But... a descendant of a gatekeeper running out to become a sorcerer? Hahaha... this is really interesting."

As he spoke, he leaped forward, and Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth and met him with his bare hands.

Zhao Guizhen seemed to be deliberately entangled with Zhou Fengchen, dodging and weaving strangely. The two of them fought back and forth, their blows landing hard, and the fight was so intense that it was difficult to determine who was the better fighter.

Soon it was getting light.

At this moment, Zhou Fengchen seized the opportunity, stepped back a few paces to the side of the ancient sword, formed a hand seal with one hand, and chanted an incantation: "The Supreme Lord Laozi taught me the method to slay ghosts and gods, wearing a canopy on my head, treading on the Kui Gang, supported by the Six Jia on the left, guarded by the Six Ding on the right. In front is the Yellow God, behind is the Yue Zhang... What god does not submit, what ghost dares to stand against me? Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

Zhao Guizhen paused, frowned, and stopped.

Zhou Fengchen was overjoyed and drew his ancient sword, stabbing at the target with lightning speed.

puff!

Right in the heart.

However, Zhao Guizhen laughed, "Fool! You can't kill me."

As he spoke, a figure appeared behind Zhang Feng's corpse. It was an ancient man in his thirties, dressed in a long robe, with long hair, and an elegant, otherworldly appearance. He waved his hand and swaggered away into the distance. "Forget it, I don't need this identity anymore. I'm tired after playing all night. I'm going to take a walk somewhere else. Kid! Good luck!"

He disappeared in the blink of an eye after saying that.

Even if Zhou Fengchen wanted to chase him, he wouldn't have the ability. This guy's cultivation was too high. It seemed like he hadn't put in much effort all night. Besides, did he even know about the Dayan Dao Sect?

He drew his ancient sword, put down Zhang Feng's body, and turned to look at the small courtyard not far away, wanting to see if Monk Yuanzhi and the landlady had come out. But when he turned around, he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

The entire town, regardless of age or gender, numbering two or three hundred people, was crawling on the ground onto the main street, looking like pigs and dogs that had lost their souls.

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