Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

Seeing Yang Zhao's casual move, Jie Hui, who had been famous for decades and was extremely cunning, couldn't help but get angry for a moment and wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

As Jie Hui stretched out his hand and grasped the air.

Under the influence of the uniform shield-blocking movements of the 15,000 rattan-armored soldiers, a powerful aura appeared in front of Jie Hui, forming an extremely huge shield, blocking the handprint that Yang Zhao was bombarding.

Rumble, rumble!

The terrifying palm print collided with the solid shield, splashing endless energy and forming a circular shock wave in the void, shattering large tracts of forests.

However, after Yang Zhao's palm print completely disappeared, the physical shield remained intact.

Even Jie Hui was as steady as a rock, without any influence at all.

This scene made Jie Hui’s confidence surge.

At the same time, a look of great surprise blossomed in Yang Zhao's eyes.

With Yang Zhao's eyesight, he could naturally see clearly that when Jie Hui took action, more than 10,000 rattan armor soldiers moved according to his will, as if they were moving their arms and fingers, extremely agile.

In addition, the aura of the 15,000 rattan armor soldiers was transmitted extremely quickly and was extremely powerful.

This technique of gathering people together is enough to be used in actual combat.

However, for the time being, Yang Zhao was unable to figure out the origin and principle of this strange technique of gathering people. At the same time, he also needed to test this technique more to see where its limit was.

"Nine swords to protect yourself, go!"

Yang Zhao was delighted to see the prey, and quickly summoned the Nine Swords of the Void. With a wave of his finger, he transformed the Nine Swords of the Void into a sword formation, which covered the carriage where Changsun Wugou, Yin Xiaoniang, Song Yuhua, Wanwan, and Shi Feixuan were.

At present, Jie Hui has possessed the combat power of a Martial Saint through the art of gathering people.

Although Yang Zhao was excited to see the prey, he also had to ensure the safety of his women. Otherwise, if Jie Hui suddenly attacked Changsun Wugou and the others, even if it was just an ordinary Martial Saint-level attack, the five women would not be able to withstand it.

With the Nine Swords of the Void transformed into a defensive sword formation to protect it, even if a true Martial Saint took action, it would take a while to break through its defense.

With his worries gone, Yang Zhao looked at Jie Hui and the rattan armor soldiers with shining eyes again.

When Xie Hui saw this, he felt that Yang Zhao's gaze was too creepy and his anus tightened involuntarily.

This young man is really rude.

Chapter 397: Jie Hui: Can I survive in exchange for my secret technique?

As a great overlord of Sichuan, Xie Hui is now old and unable to do his best.

But Xie Hui was young once after all.

Jie Hui was damn familiar with the thoughts in Yang Zhao's eyes.

I just wanted to save your life, but you actually wanted my secret technique.

This hatred is inseparable.

After seeing Yang Zhao protecting the carriage with the Nine Swords of the Void, Jie Hui no longer hesitated. With a flash of his body, he arrived at the center of the 15,000 rattan armor soldiers.

As Jie Hui activated the secret technique with all his strength, the aura of the 15,000 vine armor soldiers seemed to take root and sprout, connecting into one.

"kill!"

Facing Yang Zhao's gaze, Jie Hui quickly waved his hand, and fifteen thousand rattan armor soldiers attacked together, drawing their swords and slashing, condensing into a sword light that pierced the sky and the earth, more than a hundred feet long, and smashed down towards Yang Zhao like a skyscraper.

The three-hundred-meter-long sword light is ten times stronger than the legendary forty-meter-long sword of Nie Feng.

Although the sword light was not condensed enough, the violent force gathered from more than ten thousand people was extremely fierce and had the power to destroy mountains and break peaks.

"Well done!"

Facing the sword light that was like a pillar of heaven, Yang Zhao was not angry but happy. He felt that the secret technique in Jie Hui's hand was more and more amazing. He condensed a spear with ease and stabbed it towards the sky with his backhand.

The violent vitality of heaven and earth, when Yang Zhao stabbed it upwards, surged up into clouds and collided with the knife light in the sky, splashing up the energy of the sky and tearing it into pieces of void.

That’s really cool.

After withstanding a wave of collective attacks from Jie Hui, the Zhengang Spear in Yang Zhao's hand shattered into pieces. The powerful recoil force made Yang Zhao feel a numbness in his palm.

I have to say that the secret technique in Jie Hui's hands is too surprising.

In terms of strength alone, Jie Hui's eighth level of cultivation, plus the support of fifteen thousand people, is enough to compete with eighty percent of Yang Zhao's strength.

Such force is enough to crush any warrior at the peak level of heaven and man.

Even an ordinary martial saint might not be able to compete with him in a head-on confrontation.

"Hundred Strikes: A Prairie Fire!"

After blasting the three-hundred-meter-long sword in the sky into pieces, Yang Zhao quickly leaped up, flicked the gun with his fingers, and blasted out a series of gun beams, like a covering missile bombardment, and attacked the large-scale rattan armor army.

This wave of attack was extremely fast.

Yang Zhao not only wanted to test the defense and strength of Jie Hui's secret technique, but also wanted to test its reaction speed.

After all, when fighting with a Martial Saint, it is impossible for any enemy to stand there motionless like Yang Zhao and fight with him back and forth.

The attack speed, frequency, martial arts, etc. of a Martial Saint are all extremely powerful.

as predicted.

Seeing Yang Zhao's lightning-fast combo, Jie Hui's face changed slightly. He had no time to condense a defensive shield. He just suddenly dispersed it, and a powerful aura burst out, scattering the groups of rattan armor soldiers all over the sky, forming a snake-scale-like formation that twisted and turned.

Looking from afar, one could see that in front of the Du Zun Castle, a series of air-piercing spears were bombarding down like rain from the gods, and on the ground, a giant scaly python was twisting and dodging, extremely agile.

After a wave of attacks.

Yang Zhao's offensive paused for a while, but he saw that although hundreds or thousands of the python formation and vine armor soldiers on the ground were blown into ashes on the spot, the main body of the army was not weakened at all.

Even at the moment when Yang Zhao stopped attacking, the giant python moved, stretched out its mouth, and swallowed Yang Zhao in mid-air like lightning.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sky was filled with sword lights and sword energy flashing in the void.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Zhao exchanged hundreds of moves with Jie Hui, who had gathered the strength of a large army.

To be precise, he fought against Jie Hui and the combined strength of the Tengjia Army for hundreds of moves.

Jie Hui's secret technique is extremely magical. Not only can he control the power of the army and bless himself, but he can also bless every rattan armor soldier at will.

When Yang Zhao fought with the giant python, every vine armor soldier that made up the scales could turn into a deadly poisonous stinger.

The insect is poisonous, there is nothing wrong with it.

After an instant collision, Yang Zhao retreated hundreds of feet. He shook his body and shook off a layer of strange toxin containing the vitality of plants and the death of mayflies, which condensed into a cloud of poisonous smoke in front of him.

"Burn!"

Yang Zhao was not afraid of the poison attack. He quickly condensed a handful of true sun fire and burned away the poisonous miasma in front of him.

I realized how difficult it was to deal with Jie Hui and the rattan armor soldiers.

Yang Zhao was more and more surprised.

No wonder Xie Hui was able to become the overlord of Sichuan in just a few decades and was not killed by the strong men among the Miao barbarians.

The Sichuan and Shu barbarians are descendants of the ancient Jiuli Miao people, and were a powerful people who once fought against the Yellow Emperor.

Even though the inheritance is incomplete, there are still a few martial saint-level strongmen among the Miao and barbarian tribes in Sichuan and Shu. There is even a rumored high priest of the Southern Barbarians who can control ferocious beasts and poisonous insects in the mountains.

Presumably, the trump card that Xie Hui used to intimidate the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League was the secret technique of the rattan armor soldiers.

It's really rare.

The more Yang Zhao understood the secret technique of the rattan armor soldiers, the happier he became.

However, this secret technique of vine armor soldiers is not without flaws. Just before, when Yang Zhao summoned the true fire of the sun to burn the poisonous miasma, Jie Hui was very afraid and did not dare to step forward at all.

Whether it is the poisonous insect or the rattan armor soldiers, they are all related to water and wood.

If they attacked with fire, they could certainly destroy it like a natural enemy, but that kind of destructive method of winning was not what Yang Zhao had in mind.

This is my hope of conquering the army and rallying the troops, how can it be destroyed?

"Come again!"

Yang Zhao let out a long roar, and quickly approached again. He did not use many martial arts, but only used ordinary moves to test every aspect of the secret technique of the rattan armor soldiers.

After two hours of fierce fighting.

Yang Zhao was still in high spirits, but a large number of the rattan armor soldiers around Jie Hui had begun to weaken, and were either unconscious or dead. They were no longer able to sustain the consumption of fighting the Martial Saint.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhao was not in a hurry to capture Jie Hui, but opened his martial arts eyes and observed the changes in the aura of those rattan armor soldiers.

Jie Hui was extremely anxious about Yang Zhao's snooping, but he was unable to stop it.

The secret technique is, after all, a secret technique. It can compete with the Martial Saint, but it is not the real Martial Saint.

Less than half an hour later.

Of the 15,000 rattan armor soldiers trained by Duzun Castle, fully one third died on the spot, and the other two thirds were mostly lying unconscious.

Only Jie Hui, after losing his last trump card, looked pale and looked at Yang Zhao unwillingly. Finally, he could only throw the long sword in his hand to the ground.

"Sir, can I save your life in exchange for my secret technique?"

Chapter 398: Secret Technique of Rattan Armor Soldiers

As a veteran in the world of martial arts with many years of experience, he knows how to take things and let them go. He is ruthless when it comes to attacking people, and he is also straightforward when it comes to admitting defeat.

Xie Hui was indeed a capable man. He went to Sichuan when he was young, and married a Miao woman relying on his eloquence and good looks, and learned a lot of skills and witchcraft.

Relying on these two things, Xie Hui was able to thrive in Sichuan.

As the family business grew bigger and bigger, Xie Hui frequently encountered threats from powerful men. He then found a way to become sworn brothers with Song Que, and with the help of Song Que's power, he was able to gain a firm foothold in Sichuan.

However, simply relying on the power of others is not very reliable after all.

So after gaining a foothold in Duzun Castle, Jie Hui devoted himself to research, combining his witchcraft skills with a method of training rattan armor soldiers, and trained more than 10,000 rattan armor soldiers who were capable of performing secret techniques.

With the help of military force, one can defeat a Martial Saint.

But he could only defeat the Martial Saint temporarily. After Yang Zhao discovered his flaw, he was defeated after more than two hours of extreme struggle.

This is because Yang Zhao didn't want to hurt anyone, otherwise, Xie Hui would only be defeated faster.

Without this last trump card.

Xie Hui knew very well that in front of the young Martial Saint opposite him, he, Du Zunbao, was just a piece of meat on a felt board and could be chopped however the other party wanted.

So Jie Hui lay down very quickly. If he had a better attitude, he might have had a chance of survival.

Look at the slick and cunning Jie Hui.

Yang Zhao was also somewhat speechless. He waved his hand and took back the Nine Void Swords. After signaling Zhangsun Wugui and the other five girls to get off the car, he looked at Jie Hui again and said, "Hand over your true spirit and serve me as your master. From now on, this Duzun Castle will still be headed by your Jie family. As for your son Jie Wenlong..."

Jie Hui slapped Jie Wenlong to death with one swift blow, and said quickly, "Master, please rest assured. I actually have two illegitimate children, and I will never bear any resentment towards you because of this."

Yang Zhao: “…”

This guy's attitude is so straightforward that it's hard to find any fault with him.

Besides, I didn't intend to kill Xie Wenlong.

To be precise, after seeing Jie Hui's secret technique of rattan armor soldiers, Yang Zhao was already prepared to let Jie Wenlong go as a way of showing kindness to Jie Hui.

Although Xie Wenlong had hired someone to kill someone, he was just a playboy.

From beginning to end, Yang Zhao never took Jie Wenlong seriously.

After taking a look at Xie Wenlong's corpse, Yang Zhao summoned the Huangji Zhenshi Bell without saying a word and forcibly took away Xie Hui's true spirit.

This old fox is too slippery and too ruthless, we have to be on guard against him.

After his true spirit was sucked away, Jie Hui could feel very clearly that his fate seemed to be in the hands of Yang Zhao. As long as he had the slightest bit of malice in his heart, he would feel an unprecedented sense of impending disaster.

Yang Zhao glanced at Jie Hui, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, smiled meaningfully, and strode directly into the Duzun Castle with Changsun Wugou and the other five girls.

After a stick of incense.

Xie Hui came to Yang Zhao with a stack of books in his hand, and presented them respectfully, saying, "My lord, this is the Rattan Armor Soldiers' Secret Book. This old servant used the Miaojiang Gu technique left by my former wife and combined it with a special military book. It contains all the records that this old servant has been constantly deducing and perfecting over the years, and it will definitely provide my lord with some ideas."

"In addition, these deeds and account books are the foundation and property of Duzunbao in Sichuan and Shu. They also contain many secrets of court officials and local chieftains. Please make the decision, my lord."

Yang Zhao glanced at Jie Hui and felt that he was really good at dealing with people.

However, Yang Zhao had no intention of being polite to this old fox. He directly took the secretary of the rattan armor soldier in his hand and read through the book at a glance.