Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

"Hahaha!!"

Ouyang Feng's giant toad-like body leaped into the sky, and his hearty laughter resounded between heaven and earth.

"You are just an overseas islander, and you dare to challenge me!"

"You want to use me as a whetstone for your sword? Today, I will completely break your sword right here!"

boom!

Amidst loud laughter, Ouyang Feng descended from the sky. From afar, the entire sky seemed to be covered with an emerald green light curtain. The huge toad spirit was like a meteor from outer space, tearing through the sky and falling from the sky!

The white-robed swordsman spat out a mouthful of blood, his body shook, and turned into a shadow. He appeared on another hilltop like a white streak, barely avoiding Ouyang Feng's attack.

Bang!

Ouyang Feng's body crashed into the ground like a meteorite, creating a bottomless pit that emitted poisonous fog. The panting sounds of toads could be faintly heard in the pit.

In the distance, Song Xuan turned his head to look at Ye Gucheng, "Brother Ye, if I ask you to fight Ouyang Feng one-on-one, are you confident?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head, "It's very tricky! The opponent's poison is so strong that I don't have any good way to deal with it.

Even if I were to attack now, I wouldn't be much stronger than the white-robed swordsman. I could only rely on my agility to dodge and find his weaknesses while moving at high speed."

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Ouyang Feng has opened up a new path outside of the orthodox martial arts. It's truly remarkable.

But his success is due to Toad Kung Fu, and his failure is also due to Toad Kung Fu. If he were to encounter someone who is not afraid of poison Kung Fu, his true combat power would be inferior to that of a top master."

Ye Gucheng sighed softly, "But even so, unless a Grandmaster intervenes, we won't be able to stop him. In his current state, if he wants to escape, he can easily escape into the earth or even into the sea. There's no way to stop him!"

Song Xuan nodded in agreement with Old Ye's judgment.

Although he possessed heavenly-level martial arts and was not afraid of Ouyang Feng's poisonous skills, he had not yet reached the Grandmaster level. In a head-on fight, although he was confident of victory, he could not stop the toad spirit that was desperately trying to escape.

Unless, he chooses to use the power of martial arts spirit in advance.

But the soul is the foundation of oneself, and it is also the key to whether one can be promoted to a celestial being in the future. The soul is now in a critical state of gestation. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Song Xuan cannot shake his foundation for an old poisonous creature.

boom!

In the huge underground pit, Ouyang Feng's figure rushed out again like thunder, and with the power like the roaring waves, he rushed towards the white-clothed swordsman again.

There is no need for any tricks or special methods, it's just a matter of matching words.

If the swordsman in white was not a top-level master himself and his protective sword energy was not too strong, an ordinary master would have exploded into a pool of minced meat if he had just been hit.

The white-robed swordsman no longer thought about fighting head-on, but instead pushed his body movements to the extreme, constantly wandering among the mountains and changing his position.

On Mount Zhongnan, in the sight of countless martial artists, the figures of the two people could no longer be seen clearly. Only two lightning-like afterimages were constantly wandering in the void.

From time to time, one could hear the roar of Ouyang Feng's huge body hitting the mountains or the ground.

"In the martial arts world, there hasn't been such a shocking battle in many years!"

In the distance, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Quanzhen Taoist robe stared at the two afterimages that were constantly fighting with a complicated expression.

Behind him, many Quanzhen Sect disciples were staring at the battlefield either fanatically or helplessly.

The main gate of their Quanzhen Sect is located on Mount Zhongnan. No one knows what kind of damage the main gate will look like after this battle.

"This battle is rare in a century. It is worthy of being recorded in the history of the martial arts world and praised by future generations." Someone echoed.

“I’ve always known that the Five Supremes were powerful, but today I finally understand just how powerful they are.

That white-robed swordsman had swept through many martial arts masters along the way, and was thought to be invincible under the Grandmaster level. However, today he was suppressed by Ouyang Feng. The power of the Five Supremes is truly terrifying!"

A Grandmaster who had come to watch the battle from his retreat in the mountains sighed deeply, his face dejected. "Alas, I've lived for seventy years in vain, thinking I was at least a Grandmaster. But today I realize how ridiculous it is to be so narrow-minded!"

"Both Ouyang Feng and the White-Robed Swordsman are the world's top masters. You don't need to be like this. If you have to compete with others in everything, what fun is there in living?"

boom!

As the spectators continued to express their thoughts, the battle on Mount Zhongnan finally reached a fever pitch.

If you defend for too long, you will lose. The white-clothed swordsman kept using his body skills to dodge, but was eventually caught by Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng, who had used the Toad Skill to the extreme, hit him in the chest again.

This time, it was clearly visible that the white-robed swordsman's chest had a noticeable dent, and his face had turned as pale as paper.

Obviously, he lost this battle!

This guy is quite a ruthless character. After making sure that he was defeated, he didn't say anything nonsense. He broke through the air, left several afterimages in the void, and then fled from the Zhongnan Mountains.

"You can come and go as you please. Do you think you're just visiting a brothel? It's not that simple!"

Ouyang Feng took advantage of the situation and showed no mercy. He laughed extremely arrogantly and arrogantly. He took a deep breath, jumped up like a cannonball, and chased in the direction where the white-clothed swordsman fled.

Soon, the two disappeared into the vast sky.

Chapter 269 His path to becoming a Grandmaster was cut short!

Watching the two top masters disappear into the sky one after another, Ye Gucheng slowly withdrew his gaze, revealing a rare trace of regret.

"The White-Clad Swordsman's path to becoming a Grandmaster is cut short!"

Song Xuan nodded and said, "He keeps challenging masters in order to build up momentum and become invincible, paving the way for his promotion to Grandmaster!

But unfortunately, his momentum was cut short by Ouyang Feng this time, and his belief in invincibility was shattered.

Once the belief in invincibility is broken, it is almost impossible to gather it again. Unless a great opportunity comes to you in this life, the road ahead is already blocked!"

As he spoke, he sighed and said, "I can only say that he has bad luck. No matter who he challenges as the top master in the Southern Song Dynasty, even if he cannot win, it will be difficult for him to lose.

He chose the weirdest Ouyang Feng.

People like Ouyang Feng, who integrate poison skills into their own martial arts, belong to the extreme practice method and can be regarded as the category of magic.

Demonic martial arts cannot be understood by common sense. If you can find a way to break it, you can easily defeat it. But if you can't find a way to restrain it, you will be suppressed and unable to fight back. "

Ye Gucheng nodded with a smile, "It is said that during the Huashan Sword Contest, the Quanzhen Sect's Wang Chongyang single-handedly defeated the other four masters and won the title of Middle Divine Ability. I didn't think much of it before, but today I finally understand how strong this person is.

Everyone says this guy is dead, but I'm more convinced he faked his own death and retired to seclusion, aiming for the Grandmaster realm!"

Song Xuan agreed: "It's quite possible."

The Xiantian Gong that Wang Chongyang practiced was the orthodox Taoist boy's Gong. The celestial-level Gong practiced by Song Xuan incorporated the essence of the Xiantian Gong, and he knew very well how powerful this Gong was.

Although it is called a martial art, Xiantian Gong is more like a Taoist method of practicing Qi. It has great potential and is far beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts secrets.

When one reaches Wang Chongyang's level, it is difficult to die unless the grandmaster takes action personally or the lifespan is exhausted.

Song Qian pricked up her ears to listen to her brother and Old Ye talking about Wang Chongyang, and said with a smile: "If that's the case, perhaps in a few years, there will be another great master in this world."

"maybe!"

Song Xuan felt a sense of pressure in his heart.

In the world of high martial arts, there are so many geniuses that even he, the Inspector of the Xuanyi Guard, does not know how many masters are hidden in this world.

Those recorded in the Xuanyiwei Yamen are all those who have appeared in the martial arts world. As for how many old masters there are who have been practicing in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests, only God knows.

Feeling pressured, Song Xuan had an urgent desire to go into seclusion.

He took a deep breath and made up his mind.

After dealing with Ouyang Feng’s affairs, I will go into seclusion in Mount Zhongnan for two years, and then come out after I am promoted to the Grandmaster level!

After the battle ended, many martial artists who were watching the battle from the outside were helped to disperse.

Many people were affected by this battle. Those who were lucky suffered dizziness and mental trauma, while those who were unlucky bled to death from all seven orifices under Ouyang Feng's sonic power.

As the old saying goes, eating melons is risky, and watching the game requires caution.

Without sufficient strength to support it, even if you just sit there and watch the show, you are in danger of dying.

However, people in the martial arts world have long been accustomed to life and death. Even those who were affected rarely complained. Instead, those who survived were all very excited and kept discussing excitedly about witnessing such a grand event in the martial arts world.

"Among the Five Supremes, Wang Chongyang is dead. In my opinion, the strongest of the remaining four should be Ouyang Feng!"

"I think so too. It is said that the swordsman in white once fought against Hong Qigong. Although I have never seen the two of them fighting, many people say that the swordsman in white seemed to have the upper hand.

But when it came to Ouyang Feng, he was completely suppressed by Senior Ouyang. The gap was obvious. "

"You are also a martial artist, how can you make such a comparison? Between masters of the same level, as long as they have not directly competed, everything is unknown.

There is a restraining relationship between martial arts. Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill clearly restrained the White-Cloaked Swordsman. But this does not mean that Toad Skill can also restrain Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! "

"Indeed, compared to Toad Skill, I'm more optimistic about the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It's extremely masculine and powerful, and Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill may not be a match for it!"

The crowd around gradually dispersed, and on the outer hills, there were only a few sparse figures left, most of whom were disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, all of whom had bitter faces and looked helpless.

"Our sect has probably been reduced to ruins. It will take many years to rebuild it."

"God damn white-robed swordsman, there are so many famous mountains in the world, why did you have to choose my Zhongnan Mountain!"

"If the Grandmaster were still alive, how could these two dare to choose Zhongnan Mountain for their final battle?"

A kind-looking middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand and said solemnly, "Stop complaining. If you have that energy, you might as well use it to cultivate."

This Taoist priest seemed to be quite prestigious. Once he opened his mouth, the Quanzhen Sect disciples dared not complain anymore, but their faces still looked unhappy.

After teaching the disciples, the middle-aged Taoist turned to look at where Song Xuan and the other two were, bowed his head, and said with a smile, "I am Ma Yu, the head of the Quanzhen Sect. May I know what your names are?"

Ma Yu had already noticed Song Xuan and the others.

When Ouyang Feng and the white-clothed swordsman were fighting before, all the other onlookers retreated again and again, fearing that they would be affected.

Only these three people stood still and never took a step back, not caring at all about being affected by the power of the battle.

And in fact, it was true. Many people were injured by Ouyang Feng's sonic power, but Song Xuan and the other two did not feel any discomfort. It was obvious that these people were definitely masters of the grandmaster level, and they were extremely powerful grandmasters.

Even if he is not as good as the old poisonous man Ouyang Feng, I think he should not be too far behind.

The Quanzhen Sect is now in a period of transition. There are no masters who can take on the responsibility of the sect, and there is also a lack of true martial arts geniuses among the young disciples.

Ma Yu was worried and urgently needed to seek external help.

Song Xuan and the other two are young, but very powerful. If we can make friends with them, we may be able to protect the safety of the Zhen Sect for decades!

Song Xuan looked at Ma Yu calmly.

One can feel the power of heaven and earth from this person, but it is not stable. It is obvious that the other party must have just made a breakthrough recently, and even the breakthrough was very hasty, so the realm is not stable.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be after learning that Ouyang Feng and the white-clothed swordsman chose to have a decisive battle in Zhongnan Mountain that Ma Yu hastily chose to break through in order to deal with the troubles that the sect might encounter in the future.

Apart from Ma Yu, there was no one who was a grandmaster in the huge Quanzhen Sect.

When Wang Chongyang was alive, Quanzhen Sect was once nominally the largest sect in the Southern Song Dynasty, but now it has declined. In this battle between the masters, the mountain gate was razed to the ground.

Chapter 270 The Evil Ghost Crawling Out of the Grave

Song Xuan did not put on airs in response to Ma Yu's expectant gaze.

He clasped his fists and bowed slightly, then said with a smile, "I'm Song Xuan, and this is my sister Song Qian. As for this person, I think Sect Leader Ma should be familiar with her..."

As he spoke, he pointed at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng instinctively put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking like a master.

"Sword Saint, Ye Gucheng, his name should be familiar to you all, right?"

Ma Yu was stunned at first, but before he could speak, a middle-aged Taoist priest who looked impatient stepped forward and stared at Ye Gucheng in disbelief.

"Lord of Baiyun City, Sword Saint Ye Gucheng?"

Ye Gucheng slowly withdrew his gaze from the distant sky, the arrogance on his face gradually subsided, and he smiled and said, "Does this Taoist priest know me?"

The Taoist priest hurriedly said, "I have never seen him, but the name of Sword Saint Ye Gucheng is not unfamiliar to me even though we are separated by a state."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest hurriedly said, "I am Qiu Chuji, a poor Taoist who has always loved traveling around the world. When I was young, I once went to Mingzhou. At that time, Your Excellency the Sword Saint was already a famous swordsman throughout Mingzhou.

Unfortunately, my cultivation was low at that time, so I didn’t dare to bother you and never had the chance to meet you.”

Hearing this, Ye Gucheng's expression became much warmer.

Song Xuan had a strange look on his face at the moment. He didn't expect to meet a little fan of Ye Gucheng in this Southern Song Dynasty.

You are so good, Qiu Chuji, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you look like a master, but I didn’t expect that you would become a fan one day.

Ye Gucheng looked gentle and smiled, but there was a hint of pride in his hesitant eyes.

If it were any other time, he would not really care about being admired and respected. After all, he had heard the title of Sword Saint for so long that he was used to being the focus of outsiders' attention.

But it’s different now.

This time, he went out with Song Xuan!