Although Hongjing City is not big, it is also a county seat with jurisdiction of nearly 100 miles, and the seemingly somewhat dilapidated city walls and gates are also built with rammed earth and boulders in a down-to-earth manner, and there is not much damage to the test of war during the turmoil of the last years of the previous dynasty, so far it has a history of more than 300 years.

It's a pity that since the destruction of the city gate, after just a stick of incense, most of Hongjing City has become a ruin. Countless inhabitants of the city wailed and fled out of the city, but fortunately, someone had previously warned that after the collapse of the city gate, the nearby people began to flee in fright, but not many people were killed and injured by the greater aftermath that followed. There are also a few people who are more courageous, or people who think they are good at the rivers and lakes, and they are still standing on the tower of the only West Gate City that has not yet been shaken down, watching the thrilling battle in the distance.

It's not that they like to watch the excitement too much, it's that this battle is too fierce and grandiose, far beyond the concept of battle in the rivers and lakes in many people's hearts, and even the fight with the immortals in the Zhiwei novel is not much different.

Purple thunder and golden sword-shaped qi rose and fell in the air and on the ground, and seven or eight figures intertwined and shuttled through the ruins, chasing each other and colliding with each other, intersecting and disappearing, and with each of their movements, the air was torn apart by the scream, the roar of vibration, and the loud sound of explosions were intertwined.

In the roar of rage, the fist of a tiger guard smashed together with the fist of a golden armor god for the eighty-fourth time, and the golden armor god finally shattered the watermelon-sized fist, and the golden light like a liquid flowed out of the broken body and dissipated, the purple thunder light that originally surrounded the body disappeared, and the huge body began to slowly become a little uncertain. Although this kind of armor soldier formed by condensing the mana of the divine mind with the Dao method has a human form. However, there is no critical matter, and any damage received anywhere above a certain limit will cause the whole to collapse.

The tiger guard's fist was also deflated like a steamed bun that had been pinched, and the broken phalanges penetrated through the broken flesh and blood were clearly visible. It's not just this hand. One of the Tiger Guard's feet was gone, and there was only half of a stump on the ground that had been pinched like a dry mustard, which was the result of falling into the hands of the Golden Armor Divine General before. The recoil under the punch just now also threw him far away, but the tiger guard didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and with one hand and one foot on the ground, he shot straight out like a crossbow and hit the golden armor god general's chest.

In the splash of blood, the already hazy body of the Golden Armor God finally began to completely collapse, turning into a cloud of golden light and dissipating. One of the small balls of talismans in it fell to the ground in a dull light. The bloodied tiger guard staggered to one foot, threw his head up and let out a hiss that he didn't know whether it was laughter or angry shouting, and fell to the ground and never moved again.

The other side. Under the flanking attack of the two tiger guards, another golden-armored god general was finally defeated. The two tiger guards were also covered in scars, panting, and the expressions on their faces were not relaxed in the slightest. With a vigilant and solemn face, he looked at Zhang Yuhong, who was constantly flickering and flying with purple lightning and thunder in the field.

This defeat is actually not the original two golden armor god generals. They had already defeated these two Dao puppets several times before, but Zhang Yuhong either dodged over and slapped his hand, or chanted a spell in the distance, and the golden armor god that had just dissipated would immediately return to its original state.

This kind of Dao puppet used for frontal combat, even if it is only the most common Five Elements armor soldier, is also a first-grade spell, which is enough to slaughter dozens of ordinary Jianghu heroes as lightly as killing chickens and sheep, and the two evil protectors formed by Zhang Yuhong will be the unique top-grade Dao method of Longhu Mountain, which is condensed by the minds of thousands of believers. The body has a large coagulation power, infinite action, and there are several ways to break the evil Dao with him, which is dozens of times more powerful than ordinary Five Elements armor soldiers. Even if these three Tiger Guards are already true first-class masters. The strongest of them had already entered the innate cultivation, but they could break through it once or twice, and after three, four, or five times, they would eventually be exhausted.

Fortunately, this time, the dissipated armor soldiers finally did not reunite, and really disappeared completely. The remaining two tiger guards couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but looking at Zhang Yuhong's figure in the field surrounded by golden light and sometimes flashing with purple thunder, they no longer had the strength to step forward.

But it seems that it is not Zhang Yuhong who has the advantage in this scene, but Nangong Wuji.

The ruins of Hongjing County were formed with Nangong Wuji as the center, but there was no brick and stone rubble under his feet and around him, nothing could be in his memory, and even as long as he stayed in one place, the ground in that place would be quickly cut off. His figure is not tall and strong, nor is he necessarily flexible and agile, compared to Zhang Yuhong, who is accompanied by the flickering golden light of purple thunder, he even looks very stupid, but he is a little unfamiliar with his own moves, every handprint.

But with his every movement, it seemed that an endless stream of qi rushed out and destroyed all the qi that faced him.

He swung his fist to the sky, and the clouds in the sky were also dispersed and blown away by the fist wind, and he folded his palms and bowed to the ground, and immediately a large pit with a radius of dozens of zhang was formed in the shaking of the earth and the mountains. In the distance, there were those who dared to watch the battle on the city walls, all with great fear. He is like a giant who has jumped out of myths and legends, crushing this world to smithereens with a raised hand.

On the other hand, Zhang Yuhong is like a butterfly struggling in a raging storm, no matter how erratic and wonderful his figure is, he can't help himself at all, but will be torn to pieces by the raging air currents around him at any time. There were several times when he seemed to be able to approach Nangong Wuji's side with the flash of thunder, but he was immediately pushed away by the huge gang qi that erupted, and he used his body sword to break through a palm as thick as a mountain, and immediately there were two, three, and four in succession, until the golden sword qi on his body and the buildings on the line behind him were all shattered.

I can't even try to escape, and there are two times when Zhang Yuhong seems to use his strength to retreat, and then immediately a flash of lightning wants to fly away into the distance, but the kind of escape method that relies on thunder light doesn't seem to be able to be cast continuously, and the distance can only be within dozens of zhang. No matter where his figure appeared, as Nangong Wuji's handprint unfolded, either the huge palm that fell from the sky or the suction like a tornado would force him back again.

"Zhang Zhenren, Zhang Zhenren. Be careful! if you drag the demon any longer, you might lose your energy. ”

"Zhang Zhenren's cultivation is the best in the world, even the Xidi people didn't know how many they killed back then, and they would never lose to these evil demons!"

On the walls in the distance. Those who have the courage to stay here to watch the battle are also worried or cheering for Zhang Yuhong, Fu Mo Zhenren is not only famous in the world, but also by the imperial court, and is really a first-class hero in the eyes of ordinary people and men in the rivers and lakes. However, there are also some people who can see the clue and whisper quietly.

"Hey, that man just now said that Qingyulou was doing business? Look at this posture, how many of these people are not from the Shadow Guard?"

"The Shadow Guard, who has always been mysterious, suddenly came with such fanfare. He also started to work with Zhang Zhenren, what kind of madness did he have? Could it be that he really wanted to help the bald donkeys in the Pure Land Zen Monastery level the Heavenly Master Dao in one go?"

"Where is that simple. There must be some unknown and amazing inside story behind it, otherwise how could these people have a hard time with Zhang Zhenren with their obscure virtues?"

"Who is that person? Can he actually press Zhang Zhenren into such a form? Where did the shadow guard invite the master? Such a terrifying innate anger. Even if you have two hundred years of internal force cultivation, you can't talk about the drugs that stimulate your potential when you take the medicine King Valley, right?

"Those shadow guards are all at his beckon, I'm afraid it's not some master invited from outside, which leader of the shadow guards, right? Could it be that they have cultivated the Demon Sect? I heard that they are all killing those who practice the Demon Sect's kung fu on the surface. But I always have some."

"Silence, do you want to die? Say these taboo things"

"Is my second uncle okay?"

In one of the most inconspicuous corners, He Xi'er looked at Nangong Wuji, who had the advantage in the field, with a worried face, and couldn't help but ask Second Master Tang next to her in a low voice. She rarely speaks these days, and she is also a lot haggard, and her once vigorous and delicate appearance is also a lot dull and desolate, and she often doesn't speak all day, but Tang Erye takes the initiative to talk to her more time. But after watching it here for so long, she also saw some bad signs.

"Is there anything wrong with him. Only he can decide. Second Master Tang still looked like he was smiling. His eyesight is naturally completely different from others, and he can see the reality in the field better. "I don't know what Zhang Yuhong is guarding against. is still thinking about the love of the year, and has not used the final winner. But just with his strong and soft, far-reaching Taoism and martial arts, and the key is the geographical advantage of the people's hearts and beliefs that have been condensed for a long time in this grand view city, your uncle can't hurt him for so long, so he can only drag it out like this, as for how long it can be delayed, then only he knows."

After being silent for a while, He Xi'er opened her mouth and asked in a bitter voice: "My second uncle is indeed using the grand wish mudra of the Pure Land Monastery, right? I remember that he once went to ask Zen Master Haoguang for Buddhist advice."

"I know what you're trying to ask, girl. Second Master Tang smiled even more happily. "Yes, that is indeed the grand wish mudra of the Pure Land Zen Temple. Whether it is the Luck Method or the Divine Mind Method, I can guarantee that it is the true transmission of the Pure Land Zen Temple. But whether it was supernatural mental power or innate qi that destroyed the city and destroyed the earth was that I believe you can see it, right?"

"The grandeur of Confucianism is the family tradition of the Nangong family, and my uncle has always urged everyone in the Nangong family to practice hard since childhood."

"Hehe, it is. The Nangong family has respected the orthodoxy of Confucianism since the previous dynasty, and the way of the monarch and the minister personally pursued by the Nangong Wuji people is also respected by the Confucianists today, but even if Nangong Wuji is arrogant, I'm afraid it is not as small as half of your second uncle's appearance today, right?"

"Could it be?"

"Yes. Your second uncle has cultivated the Heaven Conquering Transformation Skill of the Shuntian God Sect. And it seems that this cultivation is so deep, purely in terms of the depth of internal strength, I am afraid that it is the first today. Second Master Tang smiled faintly, as if he was sincerely proud of an old friend's achievements.

"How could it be that my second uncle and my second uncle could go to cultivate the Demon Sect?"

"It's really nothing. Even if the purpose of the doctrine of the Demon Sect is indeed a little biased, the various methods created by it are indeed extremely useful, just like a sword and a sharp weapon, although it is a murder weapon in the hands of the wicked, it is a sharp weapon in its own hands. This is the way to change. From the very beginning of its establishment, Shadow Shirt Guard has secretly collected and used various demonic techniques. Your second uncle is the deputy commander, if his own cultivation can't suppress many masters, how can he talk about commanding the Shadow Shirt Guard? Second Master Tang still smiled and explained to Nangong Wuji.

"But but"

"But what? Are you afraid that this magic skill will backfire? It doesn't matter. Isn't it precisely because of this that your second uncle went to the monk of the Pure Land Monastery to learn the kung fu of the Hongyuan Mudra? And I guess his real mind is still Confucianism? Based on the Confucian mind, Buddhism Kung Fu is used to control the heaven-seizing and creation skills, which is a good way to be ingenious, and this kind of loyalty to the country does not hesitate to risk his life and sacrifice his life to feed the tiger. Isn't it exactly what the Confucian sect of the previous dynasty vigorously touted? Sister, don't look down on your second uncle's consciousness. Sure enough, the old lady is right to let us take a look, otherwise how can we see such a righteous act of your second uncle?"

Second Master Tang smiled kindly, smiled happily, and the light in his squinted eyes flickered, looking at the figure in the distance that was bombarding one after another, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Nangong Ji, do you still want to fight? You'd better see what you look like now. ”

In the flash of lightning, Zhang Yuhong dodged a fist that had just blasted a large pit on the ground. The figure stood still in mid-air, his eyebrows like swords and his eyes like stars. glared at Nangong Wuji below.

Of course, Nangong Wuji couldn't see his appearance, but he could see his hands, the skin that was originally slightly loose and yellowish was becoming smooth and ruddy and delicate and gradually tightened, and the muscles under the skin were also glowing with vitality and vitality. It was a pair of youthful hands.

Look no further. Nangong Wuji also knew that the skin on his face, the joints and muscles on his body were gradually becoming younger, and his whole person had changed from a majestic middle-aged man back to a young man in his twenties.

This is definitely not a good thing, it can only show that with the loss and use of power, that incomparable internal force is breaking away from the control of his mind and exercises, and gradually completely merging with his body. To make matters worse, the internal force in this body was not his, and the humane desire contained in it to devour all things had begun to sprout as the body became younger and younger, and he seemed to be able to hear an unknown little beast in his body whispering excitedly for the upcoming growth.

But Nangong Wuji did not show the slightest hesitation or panic. He didn't even glance at Zhang Yuhong in mid-air, he just folded his hands with a solemn and serious face. Then the ten fingers interlock together to form the next mudra.

"Stubborn! In that case, I will fulfill you! lest you become a demon and harm others again in the future!" Zhang Yuhong raised his eyebrows, and the divine light in his eyes burst out. He opened his hands outward, a large sleeve fluttered, and the figure in a long robe and a high crown gradually appeared behind him with a golden light, encompassing his whole person, and faintly, as if some singing eulogy sounded out of nowhere.

Nangong Wuji still didn't look at Zhang Yuhong, like a monk who was concentrating on sacrifices, looking at his nose and nose, and concentrating all his spirit and spirit on his own body and hands.

With the two of them as the core, the roaring low roar began to grow from nothing to large until it resounded for ten miles in a radius, which was the wailing of the unbearable atmosphere. Many of the people watching the battle on the city wall in the distance were actually shaken by this sound and fell to the ground, and even those who no longer had sight could feel that the coming was definitely an earth-shattering and unprecedented huge collision.

"It's coming. This is the final blow of life and death. It's a pity" At this time, the smile on Second Master Tang's face finally disappeared, and he looked at the two people who were tense in the distance, frowning and muttering to himself.

But at this moment, a golden light suddenly rose into the sky in the distance, reaching the clouds, and then turned into a dragon and a tiger intertwined and pounced down.

Although this vision is magnificent, it is really far away from here, at least a hundred or twenty miles away, so there is only a hazy approximation to be seen here, which is really nothing compared to the atmosphere that has been gathered to the apex on the two sides. But when Zhang Yuhong saw it, his whole body was shocked, and he was shocked, and even the golden light figure condensed around his body also dissipated.

"The Dragon and Tiger Expedition Changing the Heaven and the Earth Dafa?Hengliang?Oops!It's the Earth Spirit Master!" With a loud shout, Zhang Yuhong's figure instantly turned into a golden light giant sword and shot towards the direction where the vision was born, and as soon as his body moved, the crackling sound and impact generated by breaking the atmosphere knocked the ground along the way into a flying earth.

"Where to go" Nangong Wuji also shouted. But just as his handprint was about to move, another flame rose and exploded in the same spot where the vision had just been born.

Compared to the dragon and tiger vision just now, this firework is really not enough to see, and it can only be faintly visible from such a distance in this daytime, but at first sight, Nangong Wuji was also shocked all over, and the blow in his hand that was ready to be launched also stopped. And just in this hesitation, the golden light giant sword incarnated by Zhang Yuhong had already gone away with a roar, leaving only a small dot in his field of vision.

"They finally caught up?Why is even the Earth Spirit Master there?How can even the Earth Spirit Master be there?" Looking in that direction, Nangong Wuji's face, which had been Gu Jing Bubo, finally showed a look of panic, and it looked like it was not much better than Zhang Yuhong. He tried to fly in that direction, but as soon as he moved, his feet fell to his knees, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No, I want to go over, I want to go too, my heart can't be messed up, my heart can't be messed up" While muttering to himself, Nangong Wuji closed his eyes, and actually began to slowly recite on his knees. "Benevolence is honor, and unkindness is humiliation. Now the evil is humiliated and unkind, and it is the same hatred and dampness and the subordination."

On the city wall in the distance, there were very few people who could still stand, and almost everyone was at a loss for this scene that suddenly ended, and almost no one noticed the half-kneeling figure in the distance in the smoke and dust, and He Xi'er who jumped down from the city wall and ran somewhere.

Second Master Tang naturally saw it. He rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment, then smiled and walked down the wall. After a few steps, as if he had suddenly remembered something, he turned and waved to the people who were still there, as if to say goodbye to them, and then turned and walked down the wall.

The people on the city wall were either whispering to each other, or looking far away in the direction where Zhang Yuhong was going, and they didn't notice this middle-aged fat man who was dressed ordinarily and didn't look amazing, let alone the tiny silver threads that flew out between his beckons. The silver threads seemed to be alive, turning and dancing in the air, and then each one pierced into each of them silently.

It was as if a puppet show had suddenly torn off all the ropes, and everyone on the city wall stopped their movements at the same time, and then fell to the ground without a sound.

Nangong Wuji finally stood up. He wiped the blood from his mouth, then clenched his fist hard, a look of disappointment and anxiety flashing in his eyes.

"Second uncle, second uncle!" came an anxious cry, and He Xi'er's figure ran out of the still flying mud and dust. Nangong Wuji was also surprised: "Why are you here?"

"I'm with Second Uncle Tang" He Xi'er ran to a short distance in front of her, and looked at Nangong Wuji's face, which was almost younger than her, and suddenly stopped, with a look of horror on her face. "Second uncle, second uncle, what do you look like? You, you really have cultivated the kung fu of the Demon Sect?"

"Tang Er is here too?" Nangong Wuji's eyes flashed. "Where is he?"

"Brother Nangong, don't come to harm?" Before He Xi'er could answer, Second Master Tang's voice came, and then his chubby smiling face also appeared through the smoke and dust. But after seeing Nangong Wuji's young appearance, he was also stunned.

Nangong Wuji's face flashed with ecstasy, and he suddenly opened his hand to pull at Tang Erye's void, and an invisible force directly pulled Tang Erye's body over.

"The situation is critical, and I hope Second Brother Tang can help me. There are many offenses today, and there will be retribution in the coming day, and I hope that Second Brother Tang will not be surprised. Nangong Wuji's words were sincere, his face was full of helplessness and sincerity, and when combined with his young appearance, he was completely like a young man pleading with his elders. But Second Master Tang, who was caught by him, only had a frightened face, opened his mouth in vain, and couldn't even speak. (To be continued......)