Chapter 217 Whale Fishing (monthly ticket is 800 extra, please give me a monthly ticket!)
'If you wear the mask too much, you can't take it off...'
In the end, Zhong Shenxiu chose to fight against the Dawu Dynasty as the Immortal Evil Emperor.
This is certainly not for the Yam Gang's consideration.
His previous treatment of the Yam Gang seemed to be friendly, but in fact it was just a compensatory measure to make himself feel comfortable.
However, it is easy for people who don’t know the inside story to misunderstand.
The choice of the identity of the Immortal Evil Emperor this time was for the final planning in the future.
Of course, it also sounds good.
The evil emperor steps into the palace and dominates the world!
It sounds very cool and stylish.
If it were replaced by Xun Liuyi's destruction of the palace, it would lack a little flavor.
Even after a thousand years, if false records are recorded, it might turn out to be Gou Liuda's destruction of the palace, leaving a legend of "dogs trampling on the imperial city"... Bah, bah, bah!
Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help but feel excited and quickly drove this thought out of his mind.
At this time, he saw the injured Xueyi Hou in front of him.
The opponent was dressed in white, but at this time he was stained red by the blood he spit out, becoming a veritable 'Blood-clothed Marquis'.
In Zhong Shenxiu's ears, the voice of the Blood-clothed Marquis, who was still full of energy, sounded: ""The Stone Buddha Sutra"!? The Shifo Temple is indeed a group of rebellious officials and thieves. After I killed the great monk, I should have destroyed those groups without stopping. Bald thief!"
He was one of the three great masters who besieged the holy monk. How could he not recognize the stone skin defense on Zhong Shenxiu's body?
"The Bloody Marquis... stop putting gold on your face."
Zhong Shenxiu's voice was hoarse and evil: "You can't break the Holy Monk's stone Buddha's magical power. The Holy Monk didn't kill you that day just because you were the weakest... It should be noted that there is a gap between the great masters."
Although the Grand Masters are close in combat power and it is difficult to tell the winner, there are always one or two who are beyond common sense!
The holy monk counts as one.
The same goes for Zhong Shenxiu himself.
Having mastered the three magical powers and re-cultivated the evil technique of returning nine lives to nine lives, he considers himself to be on top of the heavenly list and no longer able to resist!
Of course, having confidence is one thing, but you have to practice it to know how true it is.
At this time, he was ready to use the court as a whetstone to test the quality of his magical powers.
The stone Buddha is indestructible, not just because it is covered with a solid stone skin.
Rather, it is a more metaphysical concept.
In the eyes of the Blood-clothed Marquis, what was in front of him was no longer the Evil Emperor, but suddenly expanded and grew like a giant tree. A stone Buddha standing tall on the sky and the ground was looking at him with compassion.
Compared with this huge stone Buddha, the Bloody Marquis is like an ant!
This means that in the battle for the Grand Master’s divine fusion of heaven and earth, the Blood-clothed Marquis has already been snatched away by God and completely defeated!
Next, Zhong Shenxiu was sure that he could kill the great master within thirty moves without any injuries!
Of course, the court would not let him do this.
In a grand master battle, even the grand masters are ants, so the only one who can intervene is another grand master!
With a thought, Zhong Shenxiu sensed a sword light.
Like the Milky Way flowing backwards, an unparalleled sword swept across the sky and turned into thousands of sword shadows. Sword flowers fell one after another. Each one contained the ultimate sharpness. The bursting sword energy was enough to make a grandmaster consecrate him!
"Excellent swordsmanship. I came here today, but I didn't see the Lingnan Moth Sword. What a pity!"
Zhong Shenxiu does not need any weapons, his body is the best weapon. A pair of fingers covered with stone skin can be twisted or pressed to crush the sword flowers in an instant.
The sword's power suddenly changed, like mercury pouring down the ground. Amidst the mighty sword intent, a figure suddenly appeared.
His beard and hair were all white, and he held a three-foot-long sword in his hand. Among thousands of swords and flowers, he held out the sword slowly and quickly.
Number eight on the Heavenly Ranking, enshrined by the royal family, Thousand Silk Sword Mu Tianliu!
puff!
The tip of the long sword in his hand suddenly decomposed, and the blade evenly separated from the middle, turning into thin needles like ox hair, and like iron worms with their own lives, blocking the space in all directions of Zhong Shenxiu, and suddenly moved towards Explosion in the middle!
Refining the sword into silk!
Really refining a sword into silk!
Through the Grand Master's mental induction, Zhong Shenxiu felt that the opponent's hand was not an ordinary iron sword, but the opponent's body!
The sword in your hand is part of your body.
This is not a metaphor, but a reality!
Crackling!
Countless fine needles fell on Zhong Shenxiu's body, making a clear and crisp sound like rain hitting banana trees and beads falling on jade plates.
The "Stone Buddha Sutra" is worthy of being one of the Four Wonderful Books. The defensive magical power formed by it is so strong that it can break all the thousands of fine needles.
The broken needle fell to the ground, moved quickly, crawled along Mu Tianliu's trousers, into his palm, and reassembled into a dark iron sword.
He stepped aside and formed a rams-like position with the Blood-clothed Marquis, attacking Zhong Shenxiu from both sides.
"To be honest... I'm very confused... What did the Dawu Dynasty give you to die for it like this?"
Zhong Shenxiu sighed.
Although the Wu Dynasty is orthodox, the masters have their own unique will, such as Yan Wushuang.
The Grand Master went one step further and said that he was bribed by the imperial court. He believed that he would do his best for the imperial court, but risking his life and not being afraid of sacrifice was a bit too much.
"How can a treacherous minister like you understand our loyalty to His Majesty and the imperial court?"
Mu Tianliu stroked the long sword with his hand, and an awe-inspiring aura emerged from his body.
Zhong Shenxiu's expression turned solemn, and he felt the determination of these two great masters to fight to the death, regardless of their own lives!
‘Is there something wrong with the court’s exercises? After becoming a Grandmaster, your brain is broken? ’
His face darkened, and he sighed: "It's a pity that the imperial court has just ranked the heavenly list, and it's going to be less than half..."
We have different positions and different ideas. There is nothing to say at this time, but... fight!
The Bloody Marquis let out a long roar. The technique he cultivated was special. The more injured he was, the more he could unleash unparalleled fighting spirit and power.
At this time, when he patted his chest, drops of blood seeped out from the pores all over his body.
The blood beads suddenly exploded and turned into a blood-colored mist, forming a long rainbow, in which emerged a slender silhouette of a monster with teeth and claws and a thousand legs, rushing towards Zhong Shenxiu.
At the same time, Mu Tianliu let out a clear whistle and stabbed out three hundred and sixty-five swords in the blink of an eye!
The shadows of swords crisscross the sky, capable of cutting gold and breaking jade, with unparalleled power.
And after these three hundred and sixty-five swords, he thrust out another sword, pushing countless sword shadows in front of him. Like the three waves of the Yangtze River, waves of sword energy surged toward Zhong Shenxiu.
The two great masters of Tianbang are fighting hand in hand to attack. Even the holy monks must deal with it carefully!
Zhong Shenxiu clasped his hands together and suddenly pushed out a palm to the left and right.
The giant stone Buddha behind him also seemed to move accordingly. Under the huge Buddha's palm, any blood wave sword energy would be turned into powder.
However, at this moment, a translucent filament passed dangerously around the places where the great masters were fighting. It was like a fishing line being swung by a fishing rod, cleverly inserted into the battle situation, and the ray of real power at the end was extremely sharp. Horse, go straight to the center of Zhong Shenxiu's eyebrows!
No. 5 on the list, the whale fishing skill of Diaosou in the East China Sea!
There are not two great masters besieging the Immortal Evil Emperor, but three!