"Don't get in the way!" Although those martial artists were also bloodline martial artists, the Thousand Illusion Venerable was not merciless in killing them.

Three warriors from the Fourteen Sects besieged them by thousands, and the Thousand Illusion Venerable waved them like mosquitoes, and slapped the three of them into meat patties.

The fate of the three martial artists immediately made everyone else understand that the Thousand Illusion Venerable and Gongsun Wuji were not at the same level at all.

With their state, being able to barely hold down Gongsun Wuji's two subordinates was already the limit. If they want to intervene in the battle between the Thousand Illusion Venerable and He Zhi, they don't have this qualification at all!

As a result, all the martial artists turned to Gongsun Wuji and his two subordinates, and the attack of the Thousand Illusion Venerable still had to be borne by He Zhi alone.

"Huh, you guys...... Don't underestimate me!" Gongsun Wuji, who was entangled by more than a dozen martial artists, had a cold face, and an uncontrollable anger was beating between his eyebrows.

He roared suddenly, and his body changed suddenly, two huge wings sprouted from his back, and his face became like an ugly insect like that of his two men. At the same time, his hands turned into sharp claws, and a row of barbs like sharp blades grew on his arms.

Such a change made Gongsun Wuji's strength suddenly rise to a higher level. His strength and speed are almost all over the place!

Originally, with Ding Lu's efforts, there were more and more martial artists in the Martial Temple who could exert their strength, and a situation that overwhelmed Gongsun Wuji and others had gradually formed. However, after Gongsun Wuji's bloodline awakened, the balance was immediately broken.

Under the attack of Gongsun Wuji, the drunkard swordsman had just turned from defense to offense, when Gongsun Wuji, who suddenly awakened his blood, cut off his arm with a hand knife.

"Ahh

And the other group of warriors also knew that the drunkard swordsman was the strongest of them. If he died, there would be no one on the scene who could contain Gongsun Wuji's power. All of them will die here!

Therefore, the warriors present also fought at this moment. Seven or eight warriors almost rushed to Gongsun Wuji. Especially the young martial artist from Wentianmen, holding a long sword high, with a look of fighting everything, desperately blocking in front of Gongsun Wuji.

"Die, die!" After Gongsun Wuji's bloodline awakened, his desire to kill also skyrocketed, he roared wildly, and his whole person turned into a gust of wind.

Everywhere the wind went, almost everything was destroyed. Whether it was the broken stone pillars or the scattered tables and chairs, they were all shattered under the blade of Gongsun Wuji's body.

And those warriors who rushed to prosecute Wuji couldn't keep up with Gongsun Wuji's movements at all, and they were split by him on the spot. Blood was sprinkled all over the Martial Temple again, and Gongsun Wuji's whole body seemed to be covered with donated blood, and he looked full of crazy and evil smell.

"Ahh He held the long sword in one hand and pounced on Gongsun Wuji again.

"Die!" Gongsun Wuji's body spun, and the barbs growing out of his hands and legs seemed to turn into a tornado, rolling towards the drunkard swordsman.

A continuous sound of metal collision sounded, and the drunkard swordsman vomited blood again and flew out.

Although the drunkard swordsman whose bloodline power has been suppressed has done his best, despite the drive of heart-rending anger, he is not Gongsun Wuji's opponent after all.

After the complete transformation of the bloodline, Gongsun Wuji has almost become a real martial artist. In the realm, all the other martial artists in the Martial Temple have been crushed!

"Don't struggle! let's all die!" The Thousand Illusion Venerable also shouted coldly, and once again struck at He Zhi with all his strength.

He Zhi tried his best to fight, but the feeling from his body made He Zhi clearly know that if he collided with this punch head-on, he was not sure that he would be able to resist it.

At this moment, He Zhi almost subconsciously thought of dodging.

In the case that resisting is self-defeating, there is only one last resort, right?

He Zhi didn't know if the "One Sutra" could work in front of the Thousand Illusions Venerable of the Initiation Realm. But at that moment, the only method that He Zhi could think of in his mind was "The Book of Return".

Speaking of which, the "Guiyi Sutra" itself is also an extremely strange exercise. Its role in dodging is not only useful below the realm of initiation.

Jiang Yuetian once said that even he couldn't understand the strangeness of this exercise. This is enough to show that the level of the "Unified Sutra" should be at least above the initiation of the Tao. Then there is no reason why such an exercise would become completely useless above the realm of initiation.

It can only be said that the original He Zhi is too far behind the martial artists who have entered the Dao in the realm, so the effectiveness of the "Guiyi Sutra" in front of the martial artists in the realm of the Dao has been greatly reduced. But now He Zhi himself has also approached the Entering Dao Realm, and even in terms of combat power, he is enough to match the average Entering Dao Realm martial artist. Then is the "Unity Sutra" also effective in front of the Thousand Illusions Venerable?

At the last moment, He Zhi could only use a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

The moment the "Returning to the One Sutra" was fully opened, He Zhi's body immediately flew up like a floating leaf.

The Thousand Illusion Venerable's full force attack was certainly powerful, but He Zhi was like a leaf in the wind, fluttering with the wind, and he did not bear the strength of the Thousand Illusion Venerable at all.

Boom! The Thousand Illusion Venerable smashed the roof of the Martial Temple that had just been repaired with all his strength, but He Zhi avoided his blow as if he were dancing, landing two or three meters away from the Thousand Illusion Venerable.

"Huh?" The Thousand Illusion Venerable looked at He Zhi in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that the blow he had just hit would actually be avoided!

He was puzzled for a moment, then threw another punch. He Zhi still used the "Gui Yi Jing" to avoid it. Although He Zhi also knew that the "Guiyi Sutra" was used to quench his thirst, what else could he do now?

The Thousand Illusion Venerable threw punches one after another, and He Zhi kept dodging with the "Guiyi Sutra".

"Hehe!" Seeing the stalemate on the Thousand Illusion Venerable's side, Gongsun Wuji couldn't help but laugh. The battle on his side was nearing the end.

Although Ding Lu had temporarily lifted the restriction of the power of the bloodline from all the martial artists in the main hall, more than half of the martial artists had already been killed or defeated.

The remaining more than 20 warriors are almost all frightened. It's just that the drunkard swordsman hasn't fallen yet!

Although the drunkard swordsman was scarred, his iron-like spirit still supported him! Although the sword in his hand was broken and his left arm had been cut off at shoulder length, he still did not give up!

This swordsman from the Heavenly Gate is like the backbone of the main body, supporting all the warriors in the Martial Temple!