"Please also ask the saint to help!"

In the face of the martial arts saint, the dignity is like Hou Tianhuang, and he does not dare to slack off, he bows gently, and his face is full of respect.

The old Dao, the Yin and Yang family, and the warriors heard Sui Hou Tianhuang's words, and their eyes suddenly lit up, martial arts saints.

That's a living myth!

Each of them is an invincible existence.

Even in a prosperous era of martial arts like Daqian, there are only a hundred people who can achieve martial arts saints.

You must know that there are more than 10 million warriors...

The difficulty can be imagined.

However, every person who has achieved a martial arts saint will undergo earth-shaking changes in their status, and even their lifespan.

Their bodies are as hard as gold and stone, and even the hardest and sharpest sword in the world cannot cut through their skin.

Their blood was surprisingly heavy, and a drop of blood falling to the ground was able to smash the ground into a sinkhole tens of meters deep.

Their blood is not only heavy, but also abundant, flowing out, and filling a pond ...

Legend has it that a god above some martial realm in the outer realm fell, and his blood filled several ponds.

And these extremely precious bloods were finally refined into a miracle elixir that nourished qi and blood, which could only be enjoyed by foreign royal families or the high-level leaders of the Yuan Qi Sect.

Although the blood of the Martial Dao Sage is not as powerful as the blood of the gods, it is also very rare, as long as it is refined with the blood of the Martial Saint, it will definitely be able to obtain a large amount of essence.

Their internal organs, nourished by qi and blood, are brighter than any gem in the world.

A trace of breath rises, condensing into three flowers of spirit and spirit on the top of the head. Outside of Sanhua, it is like the essence of wolf smoke. . .

Their bones are as crystal clear as white jade, especially the vertebrae are as sinuous and powerful as dragons... Harder than any divine soldier in the world.

According to rumors, in the black market, a single spine of a martial saint can be exchanged for several cities.

Of course, this is just a rumor, because there is no Martial Saint Spine in the black market at all, and even if there is an occasional Martial Saint fall, their corpses will be offered as holy relics.

Because the vitality of the Martial Saint is too strong, the lifespan has broken through the limit of human beings, reaching hundreds.

Even if they fall, their physical bodies will not die, and their nails and hair will continue to grow.

How could someone dismember them?

Even if there is, no one really dares to sell it...

After all, the relics of the martial saint represent the highest achievement of martial arts, and also symbolize the dignity of martial saints.

If there are really people like that, they will definitely be hunted down and killed by the martial saints of the whole world.

The wrath of a saint is not something that everyone can bear!

Even Emperor Qianpan, or Hou Tianhuang and others, did not dare to do such things blatantly.

All in all, martial arts saints are already beings who are separated from mortal dust, and they are martial arts beliefs, and it is not an exaggeration to call them martial gods.

Therefore, when they heard that the Martial Dao Sage was about to make a move, everyone subconsciously stopped the movements in their hands and looked at them with blazing eyes. I'm afraid I'll miss any details.

Martial Saint shot!

Seldom appear!

Martial Sage Ling Feng stood in the void with a proud face, his eyes closed, as if he was in space.

As a big cadre, the existence of rare corners.

Martial arts saints, there is a capital of pride...

Although he listened to orders under the Tian family, neither the previous heads of the family nor the current Suihou Tian Huang dared to treat him as a subordinate.

I didn't dare to snort and drink.

He came this time only to protect Tian Huang's safety.

Therefore, even if he was invited by Hou Tianhuang to fight, he could only ask and give enough face, but he did not dare to order.

Looking at Sui Hou Tian Huang's respectful expression, the Martial Dao Sage nodded lightly, which was considered to be an agreement.

With his promise.

The huge heart in his body burst out with intense power, like the blood of a great river roaring and sweeping. Washing...

Even the crowd from miles away heard the beating of his engine-like heart.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

A spirit wolf smoke that looked like a jade pillar in the southern heavens rose from the top of his head, and finally ran through the entire heaven and earth.

Through heaven and earth!

The wind doesn't go away!

Looking at the spirit wolf smoke in the air that seemed to be a jade pillar in the sky, these eight words couldn't help but appear in everyone's hearts.

This is also the greatest credential of the Martial Dao Sage.

Originally, because they couldn't attack for a long time, the samurai who were a little depressed suddenly became high when they saw that the martial arts saint was about to make a move.

And the soldiers of Zhibei County are just the opposite of them...

"Martial Sage!"

"There is actually a martial arts saint who is about to make a move!"

Sitting in the camp, Yang Lin, who was watching from the wall, looked at the spirit and wolf smoke that ran through the heaven and earth outside, as well as the throbbing of qi and blood all over his body, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he said in disbelief.

"Who!"

"Who is it?"

"The Martial Saint has already made a move... ”

"The people of Zhibei County will definitely not last long!"

"Although they have always listened to the tune and did not listen to the propaganda, but after all, they are my Daqian's government soldiers... ”

"Aren't we?"

Cao Teng saw that Yang Lin's eyes flickered, and asked tentatively.

"Help... ”

"How can I save it?"

"That's a Martial Saint!"

"If it was before the war, even if there was another one, Ben Bo would not take it seriously. ”

"After all, there are 100,000 troops here!"

"However, now that we have been fighting with the Zhang family for a long time, our troops are scattered, and Ben Bo is more than enough but not enough!"

Looking at the array that shrank together, like an old turtle hidden at the bottom of the sea, Zhongyong Bo Yang Lin couldn't help but sigh heavily, as if he said helplessly.

Cao Teng nodded lightly, his face full of agreement, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

It's not that you can't save it, it's that you don't want to save it!

After all, the soldiers of Zhibei County belong to the border army of Bei County, and they are not the descendants of Zhongyongbo.

。。。

"Damn it!"

"Where did this force come from!"

"Why can you drive the Martial Saint!"

Looking at the scorching battle below, Governor Huo Feiran cursed with a grim face.

"You must protect the soldiers of Zhibei County!"

"You can't be easily killed... ”

Different positions naturally lead to different points of view. In Huo Feiran's mind, Situ Xing is his descendant, so the soldiers of Zhibei County are naturally his forces.

Moreover, although the number of soldiers in Zhibei County is small, it is a well-known strong army in the world.

As long as he holds this army in his hands, his voice in North County will also increase greatly.

"The soldiers and horses in the city have been sent out... ”

"We really don't have the strength ... ”

King Chengjun looked at the people who were struggling to support the city, and a trace of helplessness couldn't help but appear on his face, and he sighed faintly.

"Then send a Martial Dao Sage!"

"Let the martial arts saints of Bei County fight, and we must keep the spark of the soldiers of Zhibei County!"

Listening to King Chengjun's prevarication, Governor Huo Feiran's face suddenly turned dark. However, the military power in his hands has long been taken away by King Chengjun, even if he has more dissatisfaction in his heart, he has no choice but to hope that the martial arts saint can take action and keep such a small family business in Zhibei County.

"It's not the king who shirks it!"

"Although the Zhang family does not have a Martial Dao Sage, they do have a City God Ancestor!"

"Beijun Chenghuang is a great god, and his supernatural powers are no longer under the martial arts saints!"

"If, this king sends out the Martial Dao Sage now, then once the Zhang family's rebels counterattack, who can cure them?"

King Chengjun could understand Governor Huo Feiran's mood, but he had already made up his mind, and naturally he would not change his original intention because of a few words.

"This... ”

Looking at the King of Chengjun, who was handling things well, Governor Huo Feiran's eyes couldn't help shrinking.

However, no matter how dissatisfied he was in his heart, there was no way to deal with it.

After all, what King Chengjun said is reasonable, even if he is the governor of a province and his power is monstrous, there is no way...

Just when everyone's thoughts were different, the martial saint standing in the air seemed to think that the time had come, and finally made a move.

Rumble!

As the Martial Saint stepped forward, the air around him was stagnant, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to shake. The surrounding mountains and the earth are roaring.

There are also stones, and the soil is turned over, revealing a black humus layer underneath.

Wherever his gaze passed, it was like firecrackers bursting, and the grass, trees, and stones would shatter and collapse in an instant as long as they were targeted by his gaze.

"What!"

Seeing the two of them hugging the thick sloth waist and breaking it, a look of disbelief suddenly appeared on Xue Li's face.

Is this a martial arts saint?

The hard stones, the tall trees that had grown for a hundred years, could not bear the weight of his gaze.

It's horrible!

A gaze is so heavy ...

And what about his fists?

Onslaught!

Turned upside down!

Everyone searched their hearts and stomachs, thinking of a few idioms to describe the martial arts saints, but for some reason, they felt that even these few idioms were not enough to describe the strength of the martial arts saints.

"Don't become a martial saint!"

"After all, they're all ants!"

"Martial Arts Grandmaster, it's just a stronger ant!"

Martial Arts Grandmaster Ling Feng looked down with a proud gaze, looking at Yang Shou and the others who were wearing armor and their whole body was rising, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and his eyes showed a trace of disdain that could not be concealed.

"The Martial Saint has attacked!"

Xue Li and the others, who were fighting bravely to kill the enemy and were struggling to support, watched the martial arts saint come out, and a little indescribable despair rose in their eyes.

Spirits!

Martial Arts Sage!

These eight words are like mountains, pressing on everyone's hearts.

A feeling called despair grows in the hearts of every human being.

It's not that they're cowardly, it's that the gap between the two is just too big.

If it was an ordinary martial arts master, Xue Li and the others still had the confidence to fight with it.

But the martial arts saint, that is the existence of the hand to pick the stars and the mountain. Which of these people is not ten thousand enemies, ten thousand enemies!

It's definitely not something that ordinary people can compete with!

So, at the moment when the martial arts saint stepped out...

Whether it was Yang Shou, Xue Li, or Fan Gou'er, they all subconsciously stopped their movements, a little curious, and a little incredulous to turn their heads.