"Left and right are just a dead thing, don't be afraid!"

The red-faced man reacted quickly, and hurriedly boosted the morale of the warriors around him, and the aura he urged became more and more dazzling, "Quick!" Don't spare your hands, kill that doll quickly! ”

He rose and fell, his body turned into a black line that cut through the void, and he flew towards the carriage with a few points of rapid speed.

The air around them snorted and began to twist and crumble.

After a while, the big man approached the three feet of the carriage, and more than ten crimson flying knives were condensed in his palms, and when he was about to move, a chilling scarlet blood mist was emitted.

The white jade paper on the top of the carriage continued to whirl, conveying a breathtaking and powerful atmosphere.

The mist rose in a curling air, and the terrifying existence in the huge halo waved its three heads and six arms, and the originally illusory figure became more and more condensed, and the smart place was like a living thing.

Seeing the abnormal change, most of the warriors and scholars were stunned, obviously quite surprised.

Great Confucian Mobao!

No matter which word it is, it is an admirable existence. Some people will never see their true face in their lifetime.

In the reckless world, Confucianism is not a simple honorific title, but a double affirmation of strength and identity. Among the hundreds of princes, those scribes who have a superb realm of literature and Taoism, and whose martial arts cultivation is at least the realm of a great master, are qualified to be called great Confucians.

The so-called ink treasure, with special materials as paper, to cherish the blood of beasts as ink, are all written by Confucianism. Pour power into a small piece of paper, seal the qi, pour the will of the martial arts, and eventually conceive incredible powers.

Because of the huge spirit of the blessing of the poems, the underworld should be in the way of heaven, the will of the martial arts, and the tempering of cherished materials, when the pen falls, the paper will turn into a consumable special treasure.

In fact, the various magical powers contained in the Mobao are equivalent to the Great Confucian intercepting part of his own power and sealing it in it for the needs of battle.

When urging the Mobao, you only need to use the True Qi as a guide, but if the controller cultivates to be strong, it can exert exponential power.

"The old man is not talented, today I will come to understand the means of the Great Confucian Mobao!"

The white-haired and thin old man swept by, like a nimble cunning rabbit, flying in mid-air and hovering a few times. Even if the wind cut the face, there was no panic.

He looked in the direction of the figure in the halo, glanced at the red-faced man secretly, and waved his big fist fiercely, with an indomitable power, and smashed it towards the carriage.

"Bang!"

A series of explosions sounded like thunder.

The fist that covered the sky and the sun slowly smashed down, casting a large shadow on the ground, rolling the waves of qi visible to the naked eye, pulling up a piercing sonic boom, descending like the top of Mount Tai.

The air around him was screaming, and in the next moment everything was going to be destroyed.

"Ahh

Not far away, the middle-aged scribe's face changed, and he hurriedly forced the entangled warriors to retreat, and suddenly shouted: "Brother Wu, don't let the thief succeed!" ”

He quickly jumped out of the encirclement, and was about to urge his body to rush to help, but he didn't want several terrible sword lights to attack, and he was immediately dragged by death, and he couldn't get rid of it with half a sound.

"Haoran righteousness!" The blue-shirted Confucian exhaled like thunder, and the judge's pen in his hand turned, horizontally and vertically, drawing large characters with iron and silver hooks in the void, and the momentum of his whole body instantly rose up.

In an instant, a mighty white mist, vaguely mixed with flickering thunder, surging like a rushing river, aimed at the direction of the white-haired old man, and fiercely rushed away.

The air fluctuated violently, and gusts of wind cut through the face.

The trees along the way tore and immediately turned into dust.

"Confucian child, Grandpa Ben is here, Hugh is rampant!" The red-faced man looked up and laughed, the flying knife in his hand whirling and spinning, making a sound of wind and thunder. In the blink of an eye, several bolts of lightning immediately shot out, heading straight for the terrifying attack.

The explosion startled, and the eardrums tingled.

Several powerful forces intertwined together, shattering ancient trees.

In mid-air, the mud of the swamp was thrown everywhere.

The two sides are really on the tip of the needle, and they will not give in to each other.

Seeing that the two Confucian people were being dragged down, the white-haired old man's eyes were cold, and the fist in his hand shook the void, and he arrived above the carriage in an instant.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

This series of shocks seems to have passed for a long time, but in fact, a series of actions of everyone happened between the lightning and flint, but it took a few breaths.

A fist that covered the sky and the sun came and cut the earth.

Zheng Zhengqin's sound trembled, and it seemed to be slightly affected.

At this moment, a vigorous and majestic voice suddenly appeared, echoing endlessly in the swamp, just like the sound of rolling sky, shocking people's hearts.

"In the past, there were strangers and anonymous people, with three heads and six arms.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. ”

The fairy sound is lingering, endless.

In the void, a tall old man can be seen looming, twisting his beard and shaking his head, lying in front of the table, splashing ink leisurely, exhaling and turning into wind and thunder.

On the carriage, the halo of white jade paper was flourishing, and the terrifying existence that was conceived suddenly shouted and jumped out of it.

Bang!

The phantom face of Mobao is like a Shura, extremely tall, like a giant standing up to the sky. Its eyes were full of thunder, and its breath turned into clouds, its three heads and six arms swayed, holding all kinds of blades, its eyes were round, and when it saw the terrible attack coming, it immediately stretched out its hand to block it.

"Break it for me!" The white-haired old man burst into a loud shout, his fist burst through the air, and smashed the phantom without reservation, intending to break through the barrier and completely kill the existence in the carriage.

Unexpectedly, the scene of the phantom being split did not appear, but instead shook a piercing sonorous sound. The huge fist, which was unbreakable, seemed to be smashed on a hard wall, shattering inch by inch in front of the phantom, and vanishing in an instant.

"Humph!" The white-haired old man's pupils shrank, although he knew that the Great Confucian Mobao would definitely be difficult, but he didn't want to have such a power without the urging of the strong.

He simply let go of his hands and feet, as if the blood was agitating in the sky on the big day, and under the burning of essence and blood, his face instantly turned a little pale.

This kind of secret method of burning essence and blood is a means that can only be used by the strong of the Martial Sect, and it cannot be used when it is idle. Once used, the more essence blood burned, the more terrifying the power in exchange.

However, the essence blood is condensed by the qi and blood of the martial artist, and the more power the secret technique overdraws, the damage caused to oneself will increase exponentially. At the worst, it will damage the foundation of martial arts, and there is no hope of breaking through in a lifetime, and at worst, it will consume life, and even break the muscles and veins, explode and die.

Once the warrior burns the essence and blood, it means fighting for his life and not dying.

In a blink of an eye, the air surged violently.

The fist, a fist that was several times more terrifying than before, shattered the space and slowly smashed out.

With a roar, the six arms of the phantom transformed by Mobao waved, firmly blocking the carriage behind him, and the majestic and terrifying force urged him, and he actually wanted to shake this ho fist head-on.

Whoop -

As soon as the two came into contact, millions of thunderous waves immediately roared and swept in all directions in an instant.

A terrible hurricane struck, and many warriors and Confucian scholars were swept away in an instant. The surroundings are even more like being washed by missiles, and it is a mess.

Ten zhang away, because the Confucian side was not familiar with close combat, it was attacked by the warriors who cooperated tacitly, and the battle situation had obviously fallen into a stalemate.

The blue-shirted Confucian man put his palm as a pen, wrote a big sentence in the air, and after killing two swordsmen in a row, he immediately turned his head anxiously and shouted to the middle-aged man next to him: "Brother Bai! ”

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he nodded solemnly, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand drew out a silver light, and after smashing an amazingly powerful red flying knife, he had words in his mouth, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Roar –

The phantom's three heads and six arms moved together, and under the bombardment of that terrifying force, he took half a step back, and his originally solid body was even more like a heavy blow, and it instantly dimmed and weakened a little.

Obviously, when there was no strong cultivator to manipulate it, Mobao had fallen into a disadvantage in the face of the old man's attack, and the Great Confucian power sealed in it began to be slowly squandered and dissipated.

"Hmph, it's time to finish." The white-haired old man sneered, and under the crazy urging of essence blood, a blazing fist immediately appeared.

A punch strikes, and the heavens and the earth are shaken.

The fist gang advanced slowly, without the power of covering the sky and the sun before, it looked ordinary, but it was extremely condensed, like a bomb that had been compressed countless times.

The air shrieked and the sky changed color.

The wind rose suddenly, and the terrifying pressure was breathless.

That terrifying fist crushed the void, and the figure transformed by Mo Bao waved his six arms wildly, intending to fight back with all his might, but the strength of the controller was slightly lower, and under the influence of the old man's self-respecting fist intent, the movement was slightly sluggish.

Under the struggle between life and death, any omission will make people fall into a place where there is no place to be buried.

Rumble!

The carriage began to shake violently, and under the terrible coercion of the fist, cracks opened on the surface, as if it would be torn apart in the next moment.

In the air, the originally soothing sound of the piano suddenly clanged, becoming extremely rapid, like a storm coming.

"Die!" The white-haired old man had a cruel smile on his face, and his earth-shattering fist shattered the air, staggering the three heads and six arms of his stagnant body, and smashed down.

Seeing that the carriage was about to turn to powder, in a matter of moments, the nearby dark swamp suddenly churned violently, as if some kind of living creature was moving.

Poof!

In the next moment, an extremely sharp, flashing golden sword, several zhang long sword immediately broke through the ground, exuding a fiery terrifying sword intent all over its body, and immediately shot towards the old man's chest like a poisonous snake.

The air cracked inch by inch, as if the world was destroyed.

The sword light twisted and crawled, like thunder when it traveled through the void, and its agility was like a living thing. The sharp sword gang raged all around, as if it was indestructible and indestructible, and the power was truly terrifying.

If you are struck by it, I am afraid that even the gods will not be able to survive.

"Good thief!" Feeling the wind cutting his face, the old man immediately shouted angrily, and the terrifying fist quickly turned around and slammed directly at the golden long sword that stabbed into his chest.

Unexpectedly, the huge phantom that Mo Bao turned into flew away, and he actually got rid of the locking interference of the fist intent, and the three heads and six arms brought a burst of sonic booms, and the condensed sword gang went up and down, and attacked the old man in a very tacit understanding.

A brilliant halo bloomed.

The next moment, a huge fist that spanned the sky and the earth soared into the sky. The ground under his feet instantly became a lot shorter, and he was blasted out of a huge deep pit.

"Brother Zhao, let's go!"

A dull roar was like a thunderbolt, and several figures turned into a whirlwind, and suddenly fled all the way into the distance.

A little blood splash, scattered everywhere.

"Since the two seniors are here, please stay."

Inside the carriage, the crisp and melodious cry came from afar, like a lark singing.

"Ding-ding-"

The sound of the piano reverberates slowly, and the indescribable lingering rows of sides are like a breeze blowing in the stream, ecstasy.

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly, the sound of the piano became more and more rapid, like the tide rushing, the waves rose hundreds of feet, and countless notes were startled, making people feel that the blood was surging, the heart was traumatized, and the eardrum was extremely painful.

Boom!

A large mountain of corpses and a sea of blood suddenly appeared, like a rapidly expanding ocean tide, instantly engulfing and enveloping the radius.

Blocked by the blood-colored film on the border, the white-haired old man who fled quickly stiffened and immediately turned back.

Dignified, depressed, suffocating.

The terrifying coercion came to the face, and it was completely breathless.

The blood-colored vastness of the sky, the half-cut flags that hunted in the bloody wind, the pungent smoke of gunpowder rising up, and the dull sound of thunderous horses' hooves pulled people into a tragic battlefield in an instant.

The blood-colored army of stubbornness poured in like a tide, and many soldiers on the tall horses looked cold, all as hideous as Shura, and the spears in their hands hung down to the ground, flowing down with a little bead of blood.

In an instant, the surrounding swamp turned into a bloody hell.

"This ......" Seeing the blood-colored cavalry coming like a tide, the white-haired old man glanced at each other, couldn't help but take a few steps back, and exclaimed in disbelief: "Qin Dao artistic conception?!" How can it be!! ”

"Heh, what an eye-opener today."

In the distance, between the branches of a towering giant tree, the originally empty air fluctuated in a circle, and the figure of a middle-aged man in a robe slowly emerged.

This person is of medium stature, about thirty years old, with a few strands of beard on his chin, his face is sallow, and he looks a little weak, and at this time he is holding a long, strange-shaped cylinder in his hand, and a faint smile is pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"Originally, I was looking for a place to hide, and by the way, I went to see the spiritual objects recorded on the map. Tsk, I never thought that I would be able to see such a scene today......"

The middle-aged man touched his chin, his face was full of strange looks, and he seemed to think of something interesting.

The officials guessed well.

This person is none other than Lin Hao.

Since changing his appearance in that ancient mine cave through the "Breath Gathering and Disembling Technique" he had practiced before, Lin Hao had walked for four or five days towards the direction recorded on the map after he disguised himself.

"It's really interesting, what kind of treasure is it, it actually provokes two parties to fight to the death, leaving no room for anything?"

Lin Hao slowly put down the military binoculars, hid among the dense branches and leaves, and used the breathing technique to completely hide the breath all over his body, and couldn't help muttering:

"Looking at the situation, it seems to be the great Confucian Mobao described in the book, and the artistic conception of the piano, right?"

After thinking about it, the droplet-shaped object in the palm of the hand slowly seeped into the skin, and an invisible electromagnetic wave instantly scanned the surroundings.

"Drops, data collection ......"

"Habitat Analysis Progress Bar Starts ......"

"Soil composition analysis...... Air composition analysis...... Hide ...... in threat scanning"

"Drop! The estimated parsing time is twelve natural seconds. ”

"Drip, the resolution is successful."

"In the comparison of soil composition, droplets, the similarity with the earth is 56.83%, the air contains special molecules, the oxygen composition is 68.27%, and the energy molecules are abundant, which is expected to provide weak energy ...... for the body."

"Checking the living environment in ......"

"Data stored—"

"Hundreds of schools, there are really a lot of means...... Lin Hao shook his head, ignored the voice in his head, looked at the huge pitch-black crack in the sky, and immediately thought about everything he had just seen.

As far as he knew, although the method cultivated by the Hundred Schools of Thought was an independent branch of the ancient martial arts, it had its peculiarities.

In the early stage, hand-to-hand combat was far inferior to the martial arts powerhouses who specialized in cultivating qi and blood, and they would be killed if they were not careful.

However, with the Martial Sect Realm as the boundary, the later it is, the more obvious the advantages of the Hundred Schools of Princes will be, and the deeper the Miscellaneous Dao will be, the stronger the power of the blessing will be, and the faster the breakthrough will be.

As long as they wave the ink treasure in their hands and recite poems and articles, they can multiply the blessing of their spirit and spirit, so that the will of martial arts is highly condensed. Even a word can kill a big faction, and the picture scroll will be thrown away to envelop the territory of several dynasties, changing the heavens and the earth, and it is just waiting for leisure.

Of course, martial arts powerhouses specialize in cultivating qi and blood, and in the later stage, they can break through ten thousand laws with one force, and they can open up a cave in the sky with a wave of their hands, move mountains and reclaim the sea, catch stars and take the moon, and all kinds of magical powers are fascinating.

The so-called, 3,000 avenues lead to the realm, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, nothing more than that.

"One, can you analyze their specific data?"

Lin Hao raised the military binoculars, a series of data streams flashed from the bottom of his eyes, staring at the blood-shrouded battlefield.

"Drops, ...... in Data Analysis"

"Insufficient information, parsing failed ......"

"Drop, the battlefield is shrouded in unknown energy, and the magnetic field analysis is ......"

"The magnetic field contains 35% material energy and 52.42% spiritual energy, and the preliminary analysis is a mental illusion plus entity attack ......"

"Sure enough, the so-called artistic conception of the Qin Dao should be mainly a spiritual attack." Lin Hao narrowed his eyes and silently accepted the message that was transmitted.

"Command Receiving ...... Analysis of the results of the battle between the two sides......"

"Drop, preliminary analysis, the outcome of the engagement is 1586 possible ......"

"Drop, data intelligent rejection...... There are six possibilities left for the outcome of the engagement......"

"In-depth analysis starts, expected to take 12 minutes ......"

"It's worthy of an intelligent biochip, much stronger than the primary intelligence of the mecha. Since it took me so much energy, I had to put it to good use. ”

Lin Hao hid behind the branches and leaves, raised his binoculars, carefully observed the fierce battlefield, and secretly thought:

"According to the map, it should take another four or five days to travel to that spiritual land. Let's take the first step in the plan. The pain of lack of energy, but it is very uncomfortable. ”

As soon as his mind moved, a pitch-black cube immediately appeared in the palm of his hand, and the complex patterns on the surface were extremely mysterious.

At this moment, a sharp and piercing buzzing sound suddenly came from the side.

Lin Hao gasped and immediately turned his head to look at the battlefield in the distance.

Black, boundless black appeared in the air, densely packed with a large area, like a large black cloud gathered on the top.

Buzz –

The tiny fluttering of wings, mixed with the shrill whistles that go high and low, is simply annoying.

Large black clouds that obscured the sky and the sun swirled and danced, leaving not a single inch of grass in their passes, rows of fangs sharp, limbs like hooks, and the sight of them made people's scalps tingle.

Lin Hao's pupils shrank, and he immediately covered the breath on his body: "Hey, this is?" ”

The demons retreated, and this is a tribute. Don't hit me, everyone π _ π there's a shift in the middle of the night, or tomorrow. It will be updated in the next few days, so don't worry. The book will be written all the time, although the update may be very poor. As long as I have time, I will try to update more every day. Ah, it seems a little handy? Thank you all for your tickets and subscriptions during this time! There is nothing to repay, but to repay it with more exciting stories in the future. Ashamed, cover your face