From Shennongjia, the distance to the Wudang faction is even closer. （）

Ten minutes later, Zhao Sidong, who was flying all the way, saw the people of the Bright Sect who were besieging the Wudang Sect's mountain gate.

There are more people here than there are more people on the Shennongmen side, there are nearly 200 people, and there are more than ten of them who are powerful!

There are nine equivalent to the God Refining Period, and three are equivalent to the Returning to the Void Period.

Among them was an old man in a white robe trimmed with gold trim, holding a golden crown of thorns in his hand, and he stood there talking to the people next to him with a relaxed face.

Qing Yunzi pointed at the man and said to Zhao Sidong: "Young Sect Master, he is the one who injured Impermanence! Be careful of the crown in his hand, it is said to be one of the three holy weapons, although he can't sense any breath, but once it is stimulated, the power is indeed extraordinary!"

Zhao Sidong nodded slightly, pursed his lips and snorted: "What kind of bullshit Three Holy Weapons, it's nothing more than three special high-grade magic weapons! If it's a one-on-one heads-up, any magic weapon in your hands can completely abuse it! Impermanence, this kid should be careless, otherwise I believe he wouldn't be so seriously injured." ”

As he put it, the Three Sacred Vessels of the Holy See of Light refer to the Crown of Thorns, the Sun Scepter, and the Scarab Beetle, which are said to be treasures given to the Holy See by the God they worship through the angels under them, and are extremely powerful.

But in Zhao Sidong's eyes, it can be clearly seen that the crown of thorns is just the level of a mere high-grade magic weapon, it is nothing more than a little special, unlike ordinary magic weapons that can be used at any time, but it needs to be charged and stored first, and then excited.

Since there is a spoken-speaking formation in the magic weapon, when its accumulated energy is stimulated, the power is also increased, and if you encounter such an attack without mental preparation, you may really be injured by the move.

Zhao Sidong doesn't care if he has a holy weapon or not, if he dares to hurt him, he must pay a sufficient price!

Originally, he planned to snatch the holy weapon back and give it to his disciples to use, but after seeing the real thing, he was a little disappointed - such a broken thing, he could refine it at any time, as many as he wanted, as long as the materials were enough.

So, he changed his mind, and since it was useless, he simply ruined it and pulled it down!

"Let's go, kill them!" Zhao Sidong didn't do any command or mobilization, and directly waved his hand and gave the order to attack.

He took the lead in holding the dragon spirit spear in one hand, and the long sword in the other, rushed into the battlefield like a prehistoric monster, and slashed with a spear in the face, killing four or five people from the Holy See of Light.

When the Wudang faction saw that reinforcements had arrived, their spirits were suddenly lifted, and despite the fatigue of the successive battles, they tried their best to kill the people of the Bright Sect.

With the addition of the new force of the Yunyang Sect, the form of the two sides immediately underwent a fundamental change, and the Wudang faction, which was originally inferior, gradually gained the upper hand, from only barely defending to being able to take the initiative to attack.

After slashing and slashing, Zhao Sidong really couldn't arouse his interest in fighting those enemies who were too weak, so he turned his gaze and rushed towards the old man with the crown of thorns in his hand.

"Lord Eric, be careful!" someone beside the old man immediately reminded him and greeted Zhao Sidong.

The next moment, the person who reminded him was stabbed through the heart by Zhao Sidong with a shot, and he couldn't even say a word about the scene, and he didn't even know the name of the opponent, so he hung up in a daze!

Eric, who is the Cardinal Archbishop of the Holy See of Light, was shocked, the person who rushed up just now was his guardian knight, and the paladin Francon-Lot, who had fought alongside him countless times, was only slightly weaker than him in terms of overall strength, but in terms of close combat, ten of him combined were not Franken Lot's opponents!

Franken Lot, who had killed two Emperor-level vampires with a single sword, a wolf god-level werewolf and a law-god-level dark mage, was now stabbed through the heart by someone as soon as he saw him and died, this strange scene made Eric's heart beat wildly.

Seeing that the young oriental monk smashed Francon-Lot's body away and continued to rush towards him, he didn't have time to think about it, he directly raised the crown of thorns in his hand, chanting the name of God in his mouth, and brazenly stimulated the energy in the crown of thorns.

Snort-

A bucket-thick pillar of white light shot out from the crown of thorns, blasting towards Zhao Sidong like lightning.

"It's a good time!" Zhao Sidong didn't dodge or dodge, but directly transported his immortal yuan power into the dragon spirit spear, and stabbed towards the pillar of light!

A shot was stabbed, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Oh~~~

Qingyue's dragon groan came out, and a black oriental dragon flew out from the tip of the spear, which was only the length of a finger at first, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a length of a zhang, shaking its head and tail, and flying towards the pillar of light.

I saw that the black dragon opened its mouth wide, as if it was about to bite the white pillar of light.

Eric saw the scene in his eyes and couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart.

This white pillar of light is the purest light energy, which can restrain all the evil aura in the world, and even the true essence of the Eastern Monk can have a certain restraint effect - and this is one of the reasons why the Bright Sect calls the Eastern Immortal Cultivator a heretic.

The black dragon was covered in black mist, and it was clear that it was not a good path, and it happened to be restrained by the light energy, so Eric once again activated a pillar of light, planning to have a meteor to catch the moon and collide in a chain.

Regardless of whether the first pillar of light can defeat the black dragon or not, the second pillar of light can ensure that it hits Zhao Sidong's body!

The black dragon groaned, and the pillar of light roared.

Two streamers, one black and one white, collided heavily after a ten-thousandth of a second, making a deafening explosion.

The frantic air currents generated by the explosion caused everyone around them to be thrown several kilometers away, and the dust flying in the sky made it impossible to see what was happening, so no one commanded, and both sides chose to stop for a while.

It took a while for the dust to settle down.

Eric's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in disbelief and whispered, "How is this possible!"

He clearly saw that Zhao Sidong was standing in place without any damage from top to bottom, and the spear in his hand was still even more brilliant, and he couldn't see any damage!

But he didn't have time to sigh and be surprised, after Zhao Sidong let out a long howl, he raised his gun and rushed towards it again.

The distance between the two sides was originally only a few hundred meters, but now it has been drastically shortened to less than a hundred meters, and Eric finally showed a panicked look on his face, shouting, "Protect me!"

"Protect Lord Eric!"

"For the glory of the Lord!"

"Stop this heretic, everyone!"

A chaotic shout was followed by a scream.

Countless stumps and broken arms couldn't stop flying, and Zhao Sidong didn't stop using the spear in his hand to kill a bloody path, and a shot passed through the crown of thorns and stabbed into Eric's forehead!

"For ...... Why...... Will it be like this......" A large amount of blood spilled from Erik's mouth and nose, and his eyes looked at Zhao Sidong blankly, trying to see the other party's appearance clearly.

"Because you shouldn't come to Huaxia!" Zhao Sidong said coldly, and then the body of the gun shook, and a powerful force rushed along the barrel of the gun.

Bang -

Eric's great head was blown to pieces, and the headless body spurted a column of blood several feet high from his neck, and then slowly fell.

Zhao Sidong smacked his lips, "This old man...... Blood pressure seems to be quite high. ”

The black line on everyone's face, is this the time to care about other people's blood pressure? You have slaughtered people, even if his blood pressure is not high, what is the use?

As soon as the body of the gun turned, Zhao Sidong took the crown of thorns that had not had time to be activated from the tip of the gun in his hand, looked at it over and over for a while, pouted and said: "Garbage is garbage, such a good material is blind, but the technique is so bad!"

Hearing his comment, the remnants of the Bright Sect, who were originally shocked by Eric's death, suddenly burst into rage and shouted to rush over to take revenge on him.

Zhao Sidong didn't bother to entangle with them, he directly raised his hand and threw the crown of thorns in the air, and then pointed at it a little, and a white flame suddenly appeared at the bottom of the crown of thorns, melting it in the blink of an eye!

"Shhh...... It's so ferocious!" Everyone in the Wudang faction who saw this scene was shocked.

Forget about killing people and grabbing treasures, this is a common thing in the cultivation world.

But in front of so many people, he directly melted down the holy weapon that others protected like life-root-son!

With their experience, they have never seen a more murderous act than this, this is simply a slap in the face without limits!

Sure enough, after those people from the Bright Sect were stunned for a while, they suddenly came back to their senses, let out a terrible scream, and then completely gave up their defenses, and rushed towards Zhao Sidong with red eyes, looking as if they wanted to break him into pieces!

It's a pity that anger doesn't represent strength.

Zhao Sidong was distracted and smelting the crown of thorns, while controlling several of his magic weapons to make a sound in turn, and easily killed all the people who rushed to the front.

As for those who hadn't had time to rush over, they were stopped by others - whether it was Qingyunzi or the Wudang faction, they didn't want to be a pure spectator.

After a few moments, the scene fell silent.

A cold wind blew, blowing a thick smell of blood, which made people feel sick.

At this time, the movements in Zhao Sidong's hand stopped, and after playing a few tricks in a row, he shouted 'Close', only to see a flash of light in the sky, and a Pingtian crown used by the ancient Chinese emperor appeared in front of everyone.

"I'm not very satisfied, but the materials are limited, so I'll make do with it. Muttering softly, Zhao Sidong stretched out his hand and sucked the Pingtian crown into his hand, and then with a flip of his wrist, the Pingtian crown disappeared.

At this time, the head of the Wudang faction, the withered leaf Dao, walked over with a smile on his face and gave him a slap, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! On behalf of Wudang, I would like to thank Sect Master Zhao Shao for his timely rescue!"

Zhao Sidong waved his hand, "Dao Elder doesn't have to be polite, now is not the time to celebrate, if I guess correctly, the Kunlun faction must also be in a tight war, so I will leave here!"

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