A ray of green light flashed past, it was Taoist Qingyang's flying sword, pointing directly at the head of Wu Shengren.

Immortality attaches great importance to the soul. A powerful immortal cultivator can use flying swords to kill people's heads thousands of miles away. Naturally, they look down on martial arts men who can only punch and kick.

Just when the flying sword that was as fast as lightning approached, Wu Shengren's figure blurred on the spot.

The cyan flying sword, which was as fast as lightning, passed through the afterimage of the Martial Saint, but no blood was spilled.

"Huh?" Taoist Qingyang's smile froze slightly.

The next moment, dozens of flying swords fell from the sky, like raindrops falling from the sky, covering the surroundings of the martial saint.

This time, it was not just a Qingyang Taoist who took action.

Although the immortal cultivators of the Xuantian Sect look down upon ordinary martial artists, the martial saints have an astonishing reputation among mortals and are regarded as the leaders of martial arts in the world.

No matter what his strength is, if he can be captured here, it will be a great achievement.

Whoosh!

The dense flying swords cut through the air, cutting wide ravines in the square in front of the hall, while Wu Shengren was in the rain of swords, his figure blurred and flickered, and no wounds appeared at all.

"Is this the spirit-refining warrior's way of 'predicting the enemy's opportunity'?" Qiao Mu thought.

People who heard from Wu Jihui said that Wu Shengren's achievements in the way of refining gods have reached an unprecedented level.

When Qiao Mu challenged Wu Shengren before, no matter how hard he tried, the tip of his spear could only hit Wu Shengren's fingertips... He never imagined that Wu Shengren could still handle the attack led by Chiyang and Qingyang Taoists now. .

At this time, in the rain of swords and talisman fire, his figure was blurred one after another, but he was moving forward step by step.

"This is Wu Shengren..." Emperor Yonghe, who was knocked down by Chu guards, also stood up at this time.

Wu Shengren's action also relieved him from the pressure of being shouted at by thousands of pilgrims, making him feel a lot more relaxed at this time.

"Wu Shengren is here to kill me?" Emperor Yonghe naturally noticed the thick phlegm just now. At this moment, his brows were furrowed, but the look in his eyes was a bit complicated;

"Once upon a time, Wu Shengren was also a general in the Great Yan court."

"Having been dormant for forty years, can he now compete with the immortal cultivators of the Xuantian Sect? It's a pity---"

"You evil devil, break my golden bell and kill me!" Taoist Qingyang pinched the sword secret in his hand. The green flying sword that had just passed Wu Shengren's body suddenly made a circle and slashed diagonally towards Wu Shengren's lower back. In an instant, it didn't penetrate.

"Hit! He is an ordinary martial artist after all." Taoist Chiyang next to him looked calmer.

"The god-refining martial artist is only very methodical in flashing and moving in a small area, but no matter how strong he is in martial arts, after all, his body is made of flesh and blood, how can it be compared to the flying sword refined by the immortal cultivator?"

"If you make a mistake, your body and soul will be destroyed!"

He and Taoist Qingyang were, after all, the deacons of the immortal sect who were in the main hall, had their own tablets, and could enjoy the incense of mortals.

In the eyes of mortals, he is an unattainable "true immortal".

Facing an ordinary martial artist like Wu Shengren, if he fails, where will the Xianmen's face be?

However, Taoist Qingyang next to him froze, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

He noticed that his flying sword actually lost contact with his consciousness at this moment? No longer within his induction?

Didn't his flying sword already hit Wu Shengren's body? So why...

Between lightning and stone.

The martial saint opened his mouth with blood and his two rows of white teeth fiercely bit down another flying sword that came flying towards him.

Click, click.

Cracks quickly appeared on the flying sword. It was bitten by the martial saint and shattered into more than a dozen fragments, which were sucked into his mouth.

"What kind of evil heretic is this? Is this still a human being?"

While the immortal cultivators were stunned, the flesh and blood on Wu Shengren's waist squirmed quickly, and a sword tip emerged from it.

call out!

He straightened his waist slightly, his muscles vibrated, and the half of the flying sword wrapped in flesh and blood pierced the sky in an instant, pointing straight into the air with a streak of blood!

Um?

Taoist Chiyang suddenly looked back and saw a scene that shocked him.

His fellow junior fellow student, Taoist Qingyang, was hit by half of his own flying sword. His head was torn apart like broken porcelain and exploded into pieces in the air...

And his headless body also fell from the air and fell weakly on the hall square below.

The originally noisy Taoist Temple Square suddenly became quiet for a short period of time.

"Senior Brother Qingyang is dead?"

The immortal cultivators who were eager to attack were all shocked at this moment.

In the forty years since the Alien War, although the "true immortals" with tablets are not without damage, they are all caused by the killings and battles between immortal cultivators.

As for the loss in the hands of ordinary people, at least on the surface... this is the first time!

He died so suddenly that he didn't even have time to use the magic weapon to protect his body. He died like a fish...and this made the immortal cultivators, including Taoist Chiyang, feel cold in their hearts.

"The Qingyang Immortal on the altar... died like this?"

The pilgrims who originally looked indifferent were shaken at this moment, and the numb and indifferent expressions on their faces were shaken.

"The time has come!"

At this moment, several Wujihui assassins, including Qiao Mu, took action boldly and charged towards Emperor Yonghe from all directions.

Among the Wuji Association, there are many loyal fans who worship Wusheng like Mo Mingzhi. Although they have never seen Wusheng truly show his strength, they have some expectations in their hearts.

At this moment, Wu Shengren no longer concealed himself. He opened his big hand like a leaf fan and swept away the dense flying swords around him. He slightly bent his knees and the ground beneath his feet shook. Then he rushed straight towards Emperor Yonghe at the entrance of the hall like a cannonball.

"The strong are immortals, the weak are demons!" The martial saint shouted angrily, his thick gray hair blowing in the wind.

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Chapter 109 The Darkest Moment of Martial Arts (4k

"kill!"

Many assassins from the Wu Jihui took action at this time, cooperating with the saint Wu's actions.

Qingyun Temple is an important place of the Immortal Sect, so the members of Wujihui who dare to participate in this operation are basically people who put life and death aside.

Either they are people who worship the martial saint like Mo Mingzhi, or they are people who are determined to die like Qiao Mu.

There are generally very few such people, even within Wu Jihui, they cannot be counted as many.

When they witnessed the Qingyang Immortal of the Xuantian Sect falling from the sky and his headless body hitting the ground, the anger that had been stagnated for many years in their chests suddenly felt relieved.

"This is Wu!"

"Martial Saint is the leader of today's martial arts. The most powerful martial artist will one day be able to pull you down from the clouds!"

"If we win, the way of martial arts will be the way of immortality! But those of you who plunder incense and treat all living beings as sacrifices to gulls are the way of evil!"

Many Wujihui warriors shouted unconsciously, showing obvious signs of losing their composure.

For the "Assassin", such agitated emotions are a dereliction of duty.

But they were not real assassins, so they were all excited at this time, their faces turned red, and their blood surged.

Not only the assassins of Wu Jihui, but also Chu Xing, who was guarding the emperor, clenched his fists unconsciously at this moment.

As a personal guard of the emperor, from his standpoint, Wu Shengren was naturally a rebellious and rebellious traitor.

But when the Martial Saint went retrograde to attack the immortal and killed the Qingyang Immortal in mid-air, he still felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

Wu Shengren....

Regardless of his character and temperament, he is ultimately the leader of martial arts who carries the weight of martial arts!

This is the first "true immortal" to die at the hands of an ordinary warrior in the past forty years.

With his own efforts, he broke the "distinction between immortals and mortals" spoken by immortal cultivators!

Perhaps from today onwards, defeating immortal generals with force will no longer be an unrealistic fantasy. One day in the future, so-called ordinary warriors will be able to compete with immortal cultivators in the clouds...

Click, click.

A clear and loud cracking sound sounded.

Many people turned to look.

I saw that in the corner of the hall, the statue of "Qingyang Immortal" still had the same expression of compassion and compassion for heaven and earth, but at this moment it made a cracking sound, and a crack opened from the head.

Emperor Yonghe looked at this scene, his eyes suddenly lost focus.

In front of him was the cracked statue of Qingyang Immortal.

Behind him was the high-spirited martial saint who came roaring to take his life.

In this flash of lightning, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Can an ordinary martial artist also go retrograde and defeat immortals..."

"If this is really the case, then my forbearance and my choice all these years were wrong..." He looked at the towering Wu Shengren with a slightly dazed look.

"This martial saint was once a general of Great Yan." He sighed in his heart.

There was a loud bang.

The imposing martial saint swept over and knocked over the huge cauldron that was blocking the entrance of the hall, which was as thick as twenty people's arms.

The giant cauldron fell over, and the incense ashes inside scattered all over the floor, along with the smoke.

However, Wu Shengren's figure did not slow down at all. Anyone and anything blocking him would be pierced by the wind of his fist, as powerful as wind and thunder.

Success or failure depends on this!

This is the Taoist temple closest to where the Xuantian Sect is located. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the home ground of the Xuantian Sect.

The number and strength of the immortal cultivators must be higher than that of everyone in the Wuji Association, so his chance would only be fleeting.

Qiao Mu is relatively calm and not as excited as other Wujihui members.

Because he didn't have any expectations for the Martial Saint, but the strength and courage shown by this martial arts leader was really heartbreaking...

He looked around six directions, but noticed that in mid-air, the immortal cultivators headed by Chiyang Taoist were all shocked and stunned after Wu Shengren killed Qingyang Immortal.

Immortal Chiyang's expression changed drastically, his body transformed into a rainbow, and he escaped far into the sky.

But despite this...these cultivators were not frightened.

A bad premonition flashed through Qiao Mu's heart, and he turned back to look in the direction of the Xuantian Sect's main hall.

Although the statue of the Qingyang Immortal was broken into pieces and lost its charm, there were still nearly a hundred statues of the Immortal in the hall.

Led by the "Great Virtue and Mighty Xuantian Immortal", these statues of immortals still have the same expressions of compassion and looking down on mortals, as if the death of the Qingyang Immortal just now did not cause any waves.

At the side of the leader Xuantian Immortal.

A statue of an immortal named Tianxing Immortal suddenly moved his eyes at this moment, looking down at the Wu Shengren and others who were rushing towards him.

At this moment, the wind picked up.

The howling strong wind swept across the mountain peak, and even Qiao Mu and others who rushed towards Emperor Yonghe were unsteady at this moment, staggering, and almost being blown away by the sudden strong wind.

It suddenly became dark.

It was a cloudless and beautiful weather just now, but at this moment, dark clouds came over the sky without knowing when, like an emperor coming over the earth.

Qiao Mu raised his head.

The rolling clouds seemed to have never been so close to the earth at this moment, as if the sky was about to collapse in the next moment, and the surging clouds were like an upside-down black ocean, about to overturn and fall.

"Warrior in the world, you have made a big mistake."

A vague and distant voice echoed in the world.

The sound came from nowhere, as if it came with the sweeping wind, or as if it came from high in the sky.

At this moment, including Chu Huwei and other Wu Jihui, all the warriors who embarked on the path of refining the gods all felt an inexplicable trembling, as a heavy pressure like Mount Tai emerged from the clouds. To crush their bodies.

Strong winds swept through, and whirlpools were rolled up in the rolling black clouds. In the center of the whirlpool were two huge cloud holes...

No, this is not a hole or the eye of the storm.

Those are a pair of eyes looking down at the mortal world.

The dark clouds in the sky were rolling incessantly, forming a vague giant face as big as a mountain in the sky, covering the mountain peak.

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