Thirteen people.
Dressed in colorful clothes, they looked like a ragtag group of people.
But except for Zhao Yan, no martial arts person in the Ming Dynasty dared to think so.
Just because any one of these thirteen people is a master of the extraordinary realm.
It is the realm that warriors dream of.
"Dongchang still doesn't respect me enough... A battle in the transcendent realm cannot be won with more people."
Zhao Yan shook his neck from side to side.
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Geng Yujing quickly reminded him.
"My lord, don't underestimate the enemy!"
"The one wearing the cassock is Master Kongwen from Northern Shaolin, a master of the Great Vajra Realm."
"The one in blue and white robes is Master Tieqin of Kunlun Sect, He Taichong! The one in dark blue robe is Taoist Master Duanhongzi of Xuandu Temple of Qingcheng Sect!"
"The old woman in green robe is Han from the Snow Mountain Sect..."
He also wanted to report more, hoping that Zhao Yan would be vigilant.
Although he couldn't recognize them all, he still had an impression of six or seven of them who had been to Wudang Mountain.
But as soon as he mentioned the old woman in green robe, Zhao Yan raised his hand to stop him from continuing.
"No introduction is needed. I don't need to know the names of these cats and dogs."
Zhao Yan raised his head and rolled his eyes at Geng Yujing, then suddenly disappeared from the spot in an extremely weird posture.
On the other side, extraordinary masters from various factions are still waiting for Zhao Yan to come over.
When he disappeared from sight, someone reminded him sharply:
"careful!"
No one expected that the Song Dynasty prince would be so decisive and launch an attack without saying a word.
He doesn't have the demeanor of a master at all, and he still has to say a few harsh words when a street gangster fights!
Everyone immediately drew their weapons and stood ready, watching the west road to search for traces of the enemy.
But the next moment, they only had time to hear the sentence "The force is overwhelming and the world is overwhelming", and the formation was suddenly shattered.
The Xuandu Temple Master, who was wearing a dark blue robe, was pressed on the face with a palm. He was pushed out dozens of feet, and then he fell down in the mud pit. He couldn't see the situation clearly, but the Xuandu Temple Master's legs were fierce. After the ground trembled twice, he stopped struggling.
Everyone couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines when they saw this strange scene.
In just one encounter, a Taoist Zhixuan was killed with one move...
I heard beforehand that this prince had the realm of Confucianism and celestial phenomena, as well as superb swordsmanship, so I thought it would be a back-and-forth battle.
But this scene was clearly a close-quarters fight between warriors.
It's because Dongchang has incomplete information...
Or is he too good at hiding it?
Without enough time to judge and analyze, the man with the smile on his lips disappeared from everyone's eyes again.
"Is Duanhongzi dead?"
Some people couldn't believe it.
Celestial phenomena are indeed stronger than Zhixuan.
But even if Duanhongzi is just the weakest Zhixuan, there is no reason why he will be killed with just one move!
"Overlord Juli!"
"It's the effect of 'what you say follows the law', Taoist Master Tianxu, seal his mouth!"
"The rest are facing each other, shrinking the range!"
Monk Kong Wen was the calmest and commanded the action immediately.
Taoist Master Tianxu has given the order and will activate the secret technique immediately.
"Want to seal my mouth? I will tear your mouth open first!"
But just when he said the word "forbidden", his eyes suddenly blurred, and he felt a sharp pain in his temples on both sides, and the next moment he fell into endless darkness.
But everyone present could only catch Zhao Yan's extremely subtle trajectory flashing past, but what they saw was Taoist Tianxu's head exploding like a rotten watermelon.
People are most frightened when faced with things they don't understand.
Why is it that a prince who is new to Tianxiang can kill a Zhixuan master so easily?
At this moment, everyone had such a question in their minds.
A kind of emotion called panic has already taken shape.
The Zen staff in Master Kongwen's hand suddenly hit the ground hard!
Waves of Zen sounds radiated out with him as the center, calming the uneasiness of others.
"The backlash of 'following the rules' is extremely serious. This person abuses it so much that he won't be able to hold on for long."
"I'm here to block his attack. Don't panic, seize the opportunity to attack him!"
The monk spoke very quickly, but he told the truth.
Zhao Yan used "Words and Methods" to give himself extreme speed and great strength. Although he quickly lost two of them in a second, he still had to pay a certain price.
After listening to Master Kongwen's analysis, the experts from various factions immediately felt at ease.
As soon as they calmed down, they discovered that Zhao Yan's speed was no longer as fast as it was at first, with no trace visible.
Although it was still very fast, at least it could barely capture the erratic traces.
"it's here!"
Master Kongwen shouted loudly, quickly jumped in front of Xueshan Sect Hua Wanzi, and slapped a palm towards the void.
boom!
Zhao Yan suddenly appeared, exchanged a palm with him, and then flipped several times in the air before landing firmly on the ground.
On the other side of the palm, Master Kongwen's energy and blood surged, and his body was sent flying for more than ten feet. He was able to stop only with the support of the two people behind him.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously the palm made him uncomfortable.
"Not bad, not bad. Although it is a bit crooked and cracked, it is still stronger than I expected."
"The old monk has a good King Kong state and can bear the palm of an overlord."
Zhao Yan applauded leisurely, and then looked around at these people.
In fact, his understanding of these people is more comprehensive than Geng Yujing's.
The names may not be familiar, but the different costumes of each sect are still recognizable.
"In the Ming Dynasty, there were two temples, three cities, five villages and nine gates. Thirteen people came. Does that mean there are six more to come?"
"No, no, no, there are a lot of hawks, dogs and claws in two factories and one guard. It's normal to have as many as you want."
The words were full of sarcasm, but no one on the other side dared to refute.
Whether it was due to pressure from the imperial court or his desire for the transcendent realm, what Zhao Yan said was the truth.
Seeing that these people were just looking at him warily and not arguing with him, Zhao Yan raised his brows boredly.
"Oh, there's no one to talk to."
"Your Majesty is indeed a rare master, but you have suffered from the backlash of 'following your words'. I'm afraid it won't be that easy to get through our level easily."
Master Kongwen calmed down the restless blood in his chest and came to the front of everyone.
He has the highest level of these people, so he naturally becomes the spokesperson.
"Even if I don't have to 'follow my words', it won't be difficult to kill you."
Zhao Yan moved his shoulders and neck.
"You have to save 'what you say and what you say' for later, so you are luckier than those two guys."
"At least... I can die clearly."
After saying that, he pointed like a sword and raised his hand to point at the Qitian Sword Box.
Banhe had already put down the sword box and stood in front of him.
At this moment, summoned by Zhao Yan, the huge sword box shook violently, and then opened with a clang on the left side, revealing the famous west-hilted sword contained in it!
As he pointed toward the sky, the two famous swords suddenly broke free from the shackles of the sword box and flew to Zhao Yan's side happily.
"It's Taoist swordsmanship!"
Master Kongwen looked shocked.
