Although I don’t understand why there is a golden-masked man blocking the front.
But Zhao Yan also knew that his appearance must mean that there was an accident in Xuanji Tower's plan.
Otherwise, there would not be a second land god-level master here.
Oh shit…
Sure enough, it is another mission with pitfalls!
Zhao Yan cursed secretly in his heart, but his expression remained as usual.
He continued to walk forward unhurriedly.
"Are you used to it? So you used to stand on high ground?"
As he spoke, his mind was searching for a career that might require him to stand high.
After thinking about it, it seems a bit unreliable.
“No matter how high you stand, there is always someone standing higher.”
"What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Unexpectedly, the golden-masked man was not eager to fight with him, but instead talked about Zen techniques.
"Is it just like that day, when you stood on the top of the city, you couldn't be as tall as Zhang Laodao standing on Wudang Mountain?"
Zhao Yan teased lightly.
That day, Zhang Sanfeng's physical body stood on the top of Wudang Mountain, and his soul, wrapped in luck, transformed into a purple gas giant.
No matter where you are, you are standing at a higher point.
"If the prince understands it this way, it's not wrong."
"Otherwise, how do you think we should understand it? Pull the emperor brother down from the height and let me stand up?"
The words of the golden-masked man can be interpreted in many ways.
But from the perspective of the Immortal Society, of course this is the most suitable one.
"When dynasties change in the world, if he is weak and you are strong, it is only natural that you should take his place."
"Heh, tacky."
Zhao Yan smiled disdainfully and suddenly disappeared from where he was.
laugh!
A sword light that cut through the air pierced the golden face from the side like electricity.
Zhao Yan took action...
The first target is that mask.
In fact, with the announcement of the Genius List, the identity of the golden-masked man has been limited to the list of five people.
Zhao Yan also had a guess at this time, but since they were enemies and not friends, it didn't matter who the other party was.
The golden-masked man also took action in a moment.
Taking a step forward, he took the initiative to meet him. A silver light lit up in his left hand, which quickly spread to his arm. He turned his palm over and made a claw-like grip to grab the long sword.
when!
Like the sound of a huge bell on the top of the White Tower...
The golden-masked man flew backwards for several steps before releasing his strength to stabilize his body. Zhao Yan did not retreat but moved forward, and the "Wanxiang" in his hand once again stabbed the cover on the golden-masked man's face with unforgiving force.
With this sword, he silently added the power of the three religions, striving to win with one blow.
He still doesn't know what happened in Tianlong Temple, and it is not a good idea to fight the golden-masked man for a long time.
Holding back your strength will only put yourself in a potentially more dangerous situation.
After taking the sword forcefully, the golden-masked man seemed to realize Zhao Yan's purpose.
But facing Zhao Yan's stormy offensive, he couldn't find many ways to distance himself, so he had to follow the instinct of a warrior to move around and avoid it as much as possible.
"Oh it's you!"
The two of them passed several moves in the blink of an eye. Apart from the silver claw move at the beginning, the golden-masked man revealed more content.
For example, he subconsciously connected his claws with his fingers, and his skillful effort to release force was like catkins, all of which revealed his identity.
"Did the prince see it?"
The golden-masked man dodged and avoided Zhao Yan's sharp thrust.
"How can you not tell, I have practiced a small part of the "Nine Yin Manual". Although your Nine Yin White Bone Claw has been improved, I almost missed it, but every time you use a claw, there is an acupuncture point. The connection movement is something that cannot be concealed at all costs!”
"I didn't expect that the prince would have seen my martial arts. I am really honored by Mr. Huang."
"No wonder you always stand in high places. You have been an official for many years. I am afraid you have lost your grounding."
"...Your Majesty, take this slap!"
The golden-masked figure seemed to have been stabbed in a sore spot by Zhao Yan, and his attack suddenly became cunning and cruel.
This person is Huang Shang, the creator of "Nine Yin Manual".
A character from decades ago, an old man who had long been considered dead.
Now he is wearing a mask and becoming a lackey of the Immortal Society.
And when he was an official in the Song Dynasty, he had been promoted to the prefect of a state. Such wonderful contrasts made Zhao Yan feel somewhat magical.
However, his attacks were not affected at all. Each move became stronger and stronger, causing Huang Shang's body to make a violent collision sound.
Although the two of them exchanged swords and punches, it was more like a head-to-head fight.
This was the first time that Zhao Yan encountered a martial artist with such physical defense. If it weren't for the presence of "Wanxiang" to take advantage of the divine weapon, his powerful King Kong body would probably not be able to cause harm to the opponent at all.
Although he had practiced part of the "Nine Yin Manual", after decades of improvement and practice, Huang Shang's techniques were very different from the version he left behind in his early years.
Even if Zhao Yan had practiced, he couldn't catch any traces of his luck.
Furthermore, the "Nine Yin Manual" is a peerless martial arts that can be practiced both internally and externally. While the internal strength is strong, it can also produce extremely domineering horizontal kung fu.
Therefore, it is not unexpected to be able to use the physical body to fight against the sharpness of "Everything".
Of course, Huang Shang did not deal with it easily, but the battle was extremely difficult.
First of all, Zhao Yan's strange swordsmanship was something he had not expected, and secondly, the fierceness of "Wanxiang" was beyond his expectation.
Every impact made Huang Shang's internal energy surge unbearably. He could resist dozens of moves, but even with his "golden bell" and Feixu Jin's parry, it became a bit reluctant.
But Zhao Yan, whose offensive was becoming more and more unconstrained, was not willing to give him any time to rest.
boom!
Huang Shang's first-level "Heart-Destroying Palm" hit the tip of "Wanxiang"'s sword.
Although a mouthful of blood welled up in his chest, he finally put a slight distance away from Zhao Yan.
"What kind of magic weapon did the prince use?"
"Huang has seen countless famous swords in his life, but no sword has ever been able to withstand such an attack without being damaged!"
Weapons are weapons after all. If they are not made of extremely powerful materials, ordinary swords can only withstand battles of level three or below at best.
Above the third level, even after entering the extraordinary realm, the weapons needed by martial artists also have requirements.
For example, most of the famous swords cast at Hidden Sword Villa can survive a battle in the extraordinary realm without being damaged.
But if it were a higher-level battle, such as the Land of Land Gods...
What is needed is a very high-quality magic weapon.
For example, Ding Peng's full-moon scimitar is smelted from meteorite iron and the essence of several crystal minerals.
Although I don’t know what the material of the Zhenwu Sword is, I guess it is an extremely rare and precious material.
It can be said that in a fight where the power of heaven and earth is mobilized, few weapons can last for a long time without being damaged.
Not to mention such head-on collisions and hits.
Huang Shang didn't see any cracks on this ordinary-looking long sword, so he was naturally shocked.
"This king's sword is made of titanium alloy and is specially designed to pierce dog eyes!"
Zhao Yan said something perfunctory, then straightened his sword and stabbed again.
This time, he quietly activated the ability of "Wanxiang" to simulate the characteristics of all things.
I saw blue-white flames suddenly appear on the sword, and in an instant, the air within a radius of ten feet was drained.
Huang Shang was horrified when he saw this, and no longer had the thought of using his physical body to challenge him.
His hands quickly formed several hand seals in front of him, and he shouted loudly.
“Rokko Toshin!”
boom! ! !
Six golden figures suddenly emerged from his body and quickly spread towards the outer layer.
The tip of the sword of "Wanxiang" hit the golden light, exploding into pieces of light that shattered like glass.
Zhao Yan took a few steps back and stood back, saying somewhat unexpectedly:
"Double cultivation of martial arts..."
The Liujia Spiritual Invitation Technique is a well-known occult technique in the Taoist sect.
It is quite mysterious to understand this technique and be able to borrow the power of the six generals under Emperor Zhenwu.
However, although this technique has a good reputation, there are only a few people who can understand it.
Zhao Yan originally thought that Huang Shang was just a simple martial artist, but he never thought that he still had such a skill.
The nine-character mantra that has been widely circulated in later generations, "Those who are facing a battle, all march forward in formation" comes from Liujia Secret Zhu.
At this time, Huang Shang, who activated the secret technique, shone with golden light, and stars in the Western Zhou Dynasty gathered together, as if six divine generals were fighting for him.
"The Nine Yin Manual comes from the Wanshou Taoist Canon. Huang's understanding of Taoism is not inferior to that of Sun En."
Huang Shang said quite proudly.
It can be seen that he is quite satisfied with the fact that he can understand Liujia's magic.
But Zhao Yan smiled after looking at it.
He put the sword back to his waist, squatted down, held the hilt of the sword behind his back with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the sword body.
"So what if you invite the God of Rokko? This technique is so mysterious and must consume a lot of internal energy. I want to see if you can block this sword."
The more wonderful the secret technique is, the more internal energy it consumes increases in direct proportion to the power of heaven and earth.
That's why Huang Shang didn't start it for a long time. He had to use it only when he saw that he couldn't stop the fire of "all things".
That's why.
Seeing Zhao Yan's posture, Huang Shang frowned and his face was extremely solemn even though he had already asked God to get up.
He has seen this move before...
Outside the Shenyang Pass, flying immortals cut through the sky and draw their swords!
Even if it was Zhao Yan at that time, Huang Shang felt a little chilled.
Not to mention now...
Zhan Tian drew his sword and finally had a very matching divine sword!
Huang Shang helplessly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the White Tower. The next moment, he gave up the attack for the first time and instead formed seals to use the power of Liujia God to defend.
This is cowardice before fighting...
Zhao Yan did not pay attention to Huang Shang's movements. His mind was concentrated, and his palms touched "Everything" inch by inch, feeling its desire and excitement for fighting, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Don't panic, this sword..."
"Let's kill the gods!"
As soon as the voice came out, it felt like the world collapsed.
A dazzling dark golden light flashed between the two.
This sword was so fast, it was as if the sword was not drawn at all.
But the six giants composed of stars collapsed in the blink of an eye. Huang Shang's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his sealed hands instantly relaxed and turned into a defensive posture.
Unfortunately, it was too late after all. In an instant, the silver on the back of his hand was filled with cracks like broken porcelain.
The next moment, Huang Shang was rolled out more than a dozen feet like a torn sack, severely knocked down the thick courtyard wall, and collapsed to the ground.
"you you……"
Blood spurted from his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak.
The golden mask on his face was broken into pieces, leaving only half of it covering less than half of his face.
But he no longer had the strength to push these fragments away.
"If you hold back your words, you will die quickly."
Zhao Yan walked slowly towards the direction where Huang Shang fell to the ground.
In the distance is the White Tower, which can be regarded as opening a way for himself in disguise.
The power of this sword far exceeds Zhao Yan's imagination...
In these days, after integrating the insights from various secrets, he knew that his strength had improved a lot.
After his internal strength reached the level of a land god, his progress was slow, but his sword moves were a big step forward to a certain extent.
Therefore, he was able to fight to a draw with Huang Shang before, and even had a slight upper hand with the magic of "All Things".
But when combined with the "Wanxiang" sword technique, the power of the sword has more than doubled.
Called like other weapons, this sword can only compete with Huang Shang, the Queen of Gods, at best. The only way to win or lose is to see who's internal strength fails to hold on first.
The "Intention-Destroying" sword of Ke Zhantian Drawing Sword Technique has such a miraculous effect under the blessing of the characteristics of "Wanxiang".
This is really an unexpected surprise.
But correspondingly, his consumption was also great.
Even though Zhao Yan seems to be walking easily now, in fact, there is not much internal strength left in his body.
The swing just now seemed cool and unrestrained, but in fact it drained all the internal energy in an instant and had great stamina.
At least he doesn't have a drop left now...
But compared to Huang Shang, who was lying on the ground dying, this result was already very good.
"This sword... is very strong..."
Huang Shang vomited another mouthful of blood, which dripped on his chest and stained the black robe, making it difficult to see the color clearly.
When he was dying, he was praising his opponent.
"Nonsense, you wouldn't be lying here if you weren't strong."
Not only did Zhao Yan not appreciate it, he even retorted.
He could feel that Huang Shang's vitality was gone, and it was already beyond the reach of gods.
Leaning down, Zhao Yan gently opened the mask fragments on his face.
A face that was originally young and handsome was aging rapidly before his eyes, turning into an old face full of wrinkles and age spots in the blink of an eye.
lifeless…
"You are a good martial arts master, but you want to be a lackey of the Immortality Society..."
Hearing Zhao Yan's disdain and doubts, Huang Shang's chest rose and fell, and he tried his best to squeeze out a smile.
"people…"
"Everyone...has his own ambition..."
"You... are very strong... but compared to the Emperor... you are still... the Yinghuo..."
The words suddenly stopped.
Zhao Yan watched Huang Shang lower his head quietly.
"I told you everything..."
“The more you live, the sooner you die.”
He stood up and rubbed his lower back.
The recovery of internal strength is not that fast, so he can only try his best to buy time.
The battle ahead is unknown, so it would be funny if we rush there and end up getting killed.
No matter what, you must have the strength to escape before you can inquire about the situation.
However, the fight on the White Tower seemed lively, which meant that at least Ding Peng was still alive.
As for what happened to other people now, he didn't have the energy to care.
"Huang Shang is so strong...is he just a firefly in front of the Emperor?"
Zhao Yan murmured to himself.
People obviously say that he is the firefly...
"How strong is this Emperor?"
He knew the identities of the five golden-masked men who were ranked on the Prodigy List.
Huang Shang ranks last among them...
He is also ranked tenth on the list of geniuses.
But according to what the other party means, these masters on the list of geniuses are just chickens and dogs.
The differences between people...
Seems a little too big.
