Wang Dong attaches far more importance to the Datang world than any other martial arts world that has been explored, and in his plan, this will become the core base for his talent training. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, he deliberately revealed the mystery of the bronze door, for Shi Zhixuan, Li Chunfeng, Song Quan, and Wan Wan...... When a group of people poured into this world through the Boundary Gate, he knew it well.

It's better to say that this is Wang Dong's intention and expectation.

This group of people is the spirit of the Tang world, and there may not be no hope of becoming immortals and saints.

Jumping out of the original world cage, entering a new world, and seeing a more distant and profound landscape, perhaps we can usher in a spiritual sublimation and transcendence.

For the aborigines of the Tang world, whether it is Cihang Jingzhai of Buddhism, Zen Buddhism, or the various veins of Taoism, the two schools and six paths of the Demon Gate......

Wang Dong actually treats everyone equally.

He kills people not out of hostility and malice, but only as a means to carry out his ends!

The heavenly knife cut through the sky, causing the sound of gloomy wind and thunder, Song Que had a knife in his hand, and the divine will and the knife momentum were combined, as if the gods had descended to earth, and the knife qi urged out terrifying fluctuations.

Boom!

With a slight shock, Baidi Zangxiong only felt that the ninja knife in his palm trembled, and the shaking made his hands holding the handle of the knife sore, and his body was involuntarily forced to retreat a few feet.

"Another master?!"

Hyakji Zangxiong stabilized his figure, his narrow eyes flashing with cunning and murderous intent, but his momentum was weak, showing a trace of hesitation.

For him, even if Wang Dong stood in front of him, all he could see and feel was like nothingness.

The void is endless, both infinite and far, and endlessly profound.

But because of the distant gap like a moat, Baiji Zangxiong is like a frog at the bottom of a well, unable to deeply feel the strength of the other party, so he loses his awe.

Song Que is different.

In the eyes of Baidi Zangxiong, Song Que is both a human being and a knife, and the human knife is one, regardless of each other! Even his people, his sword began to infect the heavens and the earth, and he wanted to dominate the firmament of the universe with a single sword.

Heavenly Sword!

"If there is a god in the sword, then it must be the person in front of you!"

Baidi Zang thought silently in his heart, as if he saw in Song Que the ultimate goal that he had dreamed of all his life.

If he was just a pious martial arts swordsman, he might have sought a battle with Song Que at all costs.

But Hyakji Kurao is not a pure samurai, no matter the sword is just a tool for him to kill, he is a ninja, since he already knows the strength of his opponent, the result of killing the enemy is difficult to achieve, and he will immediately use the escape technique to leave.

However, Baidi Zangxiong only moved half a step, a trace of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body tensed and stiffened for a moment.

Even if Wang Dong passed by him, he did not move in the slightest, and if Wang Dong made a move at this time, Baidi Zangxiong felt that he would be difficult to dodge nine times out of ten.

Of course, Baidi Zangxiong, who didn't know the depth of Wang Dong, didn't know that if Wang Dong intended to kill him, whether he was fully prepared or not, the outcome was doomed.

This is also the fearlessness of the ignorant.

The threat he felt was still coming from Song Que, and he felt as if he was locked by some invisible force, and as long as he dared to escape, the flaws revealed in that moment would send him to hell.

Can't escape! Don't run away!

Taking a deep breath, Hyakji Zang Xiong clenched the hilt of his sword, already realizing that he had to fight in this battle.

Wang Dong didn't pay attention to the battle between Song Que and Baidi Zangxiong.

The results have long been clear.

In terms of combat power, Baidi Zangxiong and Song Que have both reached the level of a great grandmaster, even if Baidi Zangxiong is slightly weaker, it is only a half-chip gap.

But when Song Que's innate true qi was combined with his spirit, he could immediately produce both physical and mental oppression on the enemy, and the physical pressure could still be supported, and the spiritual cultivation gap was like a moat.

"If it's a fight of life and death, Song Que can kill the target within ten moves, but only capture but not kill, about thirty or fifty moves!" Wang Dong's thoughts flashed away.

After walking forward for dozens of feet, a thick fog suddenly floated in front of Wang Dong, obscuring his vision, as if it were real and illusory.

Obviously it is only a few tens of zhang away, but the fog world and the fog are like two worlds, and there is a faint ghost crying and howling in the mist, and the roar of the beast is terrifying.

"It's just an illusion, don't play this trick to fool children in front of me! Come out! ”

With a wave of the sleeves of Wang Dong's robe, the misty world shattered like a bubble, turning into wisps of smoke and scattering.

A cold snort came from more than 20 zhang in front of Wang Dong, and I saw a man with white hair like snow, white beard like clouds, wearing countless intricate cloud patterns, and plain white robes standing against the edge of the mountain wall, staring at him indifferently: "This Heavenly Dao Wuji, who are you?" Dare to be my enemy? ”

Although the man's hair was white, his face was shiny, like a young man!

He was the head of the Tianli Sect of the year, Zao Wou-ki, but since he ascended to the position of the head of the Shinto Sect, he had already changed his surname to Zhao and regarded himself as the way of heaven.

Wang Dong didn't answer, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his right hand reached out and grabbed the void at his side.

Whoosh –

The void seemed to be curled into a roll of paper, and it was directly torn by this claw, and a white shadow was quite embarrassed by him grabbing his throat with one hand and taking it out.

And the figure of Zao Wou-ki, who was standing on the mountain wall, trembled slightly, and ripples appeared, which immediately turned into a phantom and dissipated.

Wang Dong pinched Zao Wou-Ki's throat like a chicken and duck, lifted the other party off the ground, ignoring the other party's shocked face, and said to himself: "The Heavenly Principle Sect seems to be a branch of the White Lotus Sect, but the White Lotus Sect has a long history of originating from the Pure Land Sect and has a long heritage, so has some spiritual illusions remained?" ”

Wang shook his head and threw Zao Wou-Ki with his backhand: "It's not me who wants to kill you, fly!" ”

Zao Wou-Ki was really flying, his whole body flew into the sky like a cannon, pierced through the valley, flew hundreds of feet away involuntarily, and then fell straight to the ground, rolling into a puddle of mud wrapped in dirty flesh sauce in the middle of the position.

This was the result of Wang Dong's previous blow, and even though countless Japanese officers and soldiers were not shattered by the shock wave, they were also shattered by the explosions of the arsenal that came one after another.

Zhao Wou-Ki fell defenselessly from a height of 100 zhang, did not fall into flesh, and relied on the innate qi of a hundred years of cultivation to protect his body.

His mind was dizzy, and his face was full of horror: "Who is that?" There is such a master in the world?! ”

Zao Wou-Ki trembled, and couldn't help but feel fear, the other party not only easily saw through his illusion, but also grabbed him casually, and he had no power to fight back under the opponent's hand, just like an ant that could strangle with one finger.

Such a terrifying existence, he had never heard of it, and he felt incredible.

"With this man here, I won't be able to get my hands on the mountain's vault anyway."

A touch of regret flashed in Zao Wouji's eyes, but no matter how he asked him to face Wang Dong again, he would never dare, the other party didn't kill him this time, maybe a finger would kill him next time.

Woohoo!

Dozens of figures flew in quickly, and the strength broke through the air, Zhao Wuji looked up, and immediately his face changed: "It's you!" Stinky beggar, you're not dead yet?! ”