I will live forever in the martial arts world

Chapter 69 He’s talking about me

After Gai Nie got the most important answer from Wei Zhuang, he was completely relieved, and he cooperated more calmly with his junior brother's sword skills. Gui Gu Zongheng joined forces, and no one could get close to Ying Zheng.

Siko Weizhuang, you really want to go against this general!

Ji Wuye snorted coldly in the stands:

Kuaiche, it's up to you!

A tall old man took a deep breath and jumped directly into the battlefield.

However.

Ying Zheng had already noticed him, narrowed his eyes and said: Six Sword Slave, I leave it to you. I have two senior brothers beside me. You go and deal with this person...

Uh-huh!

Kuai Che instantly felt six terrifying murderous auras, and they attacked directly, only to subconsciously resist the two murderous auras.

Blood splattered everywhere!

One of his arms was cut off.

He was so horrified that he instantly retreated dozens of feet away.

Ji Wuye's face turned livid: Kuaiche...

Even Song Wuji on the altar had serious eyes. .

Six Sword Slaves, six magical swords, are naturally able to cooperate with each other. The six are one, and six people can kill together. They have the power to severely damage and kill any grand master in an instant.

He looked at all the masters and Fangxian Dao alchemists who had ambushed in advance. Except for himself, they all took action, but they still couldn't get closer than ten feet in front of Ying Zheng.

And Ying Zheng never panicked from beginning to end.

Song Wuji looked at Ying Zheng and couldn't help but admire:

As expected of the Lord of the Qin Dynasty, his courage to enter South Korea alone is admirable. Now in the midst of the chaos, he is still so calm and calm. However, I believe too much in the Six Swordsmen and Swordsmen around you. Zongheng has joined forces.

He gave Ji Wuye a look.

Ji Wuye waved his hand.

Six Sword Slave was surrounded by a large number of heavily armored soldiers, preventing him from rushing to help Ying Zheng.

Song Wuji stepped forward and personally suppressed Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang.

Gai Nie felt the pressure and raised his sword eyebrows: Be careful, this person's aura is not under your control!

Wei Zhuang snorted coldly. If Zongheng joins forces, even the great master can defeat him!

Song Wuji didn't have a sword, so he just slapped it down.

Zongheng did not hesitate, and directly used the Hundred-step Flying Sword and the Union Zonglianheng that spanned all directions. In an instant, an ink painting-like field appeared in front of the two people, and the sword energy was overwhelming like a dragon, covering Song Wuji.

Clang! clang!

There seemed to be the sound of fighting.

puff!

A moment later.

Song Wuji stepped back, holding a broken sword blade in his hand.

Genie's sword was broken.

However, Song Wuji also had a sword wound on his body, but it was not serious. He looked solemnly at the broken sword in his hand and looked at Gai Nie: You are so powerful in the realm of swordsmanship. If I give you more than ten years, , you should be invincible in the world of swordsmanship, but unfortunately, you lack a good sword, otherwise, even my 'Golden Break' style may not be able to break your sword.

Golden Broken!

One of the fifteen formulas in the Heavenly Book of Forgetfulness.

As the name suggests, metal will break, causing the enemy's weapons to break, and iron locks and other equipment to be destroyed. It can be done with bare hands, which is a state of virtue.

Gai Nie, holding a broken sword, stood with Wei Zhuang in front of Ying Zheng, looking at Song Wuji indifferently.

I still say the same thing, Ying Zheng, you have too much faith in Liu Jian Nu, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie.

After Song Wuji tested the Zongheng alliance, he said indifferently:

It's a pity that you have no idea what you are facing. It's not me, Song Wuji, nor Ji Wuye and his Ye Mu, nor these Korean soldiers, but... my teacher.

Say it.

Song Wuji looked toward the east sky.

Now, the teacher is here.

One word fell.

It attracted everyone's attention.

Ying Zheng, Wei Zhuang, and Gai Nie all looked to the east.

Over Xinzheng City, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear, but at this moment, a large storm cloud gathered from the east, as black as ink, swallowing up the clear sky, and pressing directly towards the entire Xinzheng City.

The most eye-catching thing is.

There was a person in the sky under the black clouds.

It was a man wearing white Taoist robes, walking towards him.

The Taoist's body is covered in white clothes, and he is leaning against the wind. Every step he takes is hundreds of feet away, as if he has shrunk into an inch.

And every time the Taoist stepped a hundred feet away, the ink clouds in the sky expanded right behind him.

He was like the Dragon King in the sky, with wind and rain accompanying him when he came in and out. Step by step, he came to the altar.

The black clouds in the sky have completely occupied the originally clear sky. The clouds are rolling and lightning is intertwined. It seems that the sky has become shorter, allowing people to reach out and touch it, and everyone who is oppressed can't breathe.

Ying Zheng's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw the white-clothed Taoist stepping into the sky and gathering clouds in the sky.

There really are people in this world who can make the wind and rain come.

Is this person An Qisheng? !

God? Immortal?

Not only did Ying Zheng's expression change, but at this moment, all the tens of thousands of people around the altar were also watching An Qisheng in white arrive here with Mo Yun. The hearts of tens of thousands of people seemed to pause for a moment. .

And the next moment.

It is the worship and fanatical calling like a tsunami.

immortal!

It's really a fairy!

It turns out that the king really invited gods!

Immortal Anqi!

At this moment.

The ink cloud pressed down on the city, covering all living beings. There seemed to be a large amount of water vapor in the air sweeping in along with the ink cloud. On the sky, lightning and thunder were flying like dragons and snakes.

In the stands, even though he had been prepared for it, Ji Wuye still looked at the white-clothed Taoist who appeared like a dragon king, his pupils tightened, and he swallowed hard.

After Mo Yun.

call! !

Strong winds followed.

The Korean princes and ministers around him, including the King of Han, were all stupid and murmured:

God man!

Indeed, today, the storm has gathered in Xinzheng City.

Han Fei looked at all this in disbelief, looking at the white-clothed Taoist above the altar, and couldn't help but change his expression: This... is really a god??

In the distance, a place in Xinzheng City.

Huang Shigong looked at the city full of stormy weather, and then looked at the hundreds of acres of clouds above his head. His expression changed, and he murmured: On a cloudless day, even if a heavenly being can cause celestial phenomena, he can't do it out of thin air. To make rain, he went directly to the East China Sea and attracted the water vapor from the sea to form this rain cloud that is no less than a hundred acres. His strength and realm... are really incomparable to humans.

Ying Zheng stood there, looking at the Taoist in white who was stepping down from the sky with his hands behind his back.

This man's face was ancient and youthful. He was dressed in a simple Taoist robe made of white cotton. His hair was simply tied back with a hemp rope. His eyes met Ying Zheng's.

His eyes were deep and transcendent.

Ying Zheng, you could have been the emperor, and you were destined to be the emperor. Unfortunately, I, An Qisheng, wanted to defy heaven, so you and your Great Qin were destined...

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Ying Zheng:

Make way for me.

Along with this guidance fell.

Ying Zheng's eyes flashed, and he realized that he had been transferred directly to the altar, as if the ground had been secretly changed under his feet, shrinking into an inch, and grasping the space.

Gai Nie's expression changed: Your Majesty!

Just about to rush forward.

But he was greeted by a pair of eyes from An Qisheng.

Gai Nie's eyes were blank, and he was suddenly caught in the sensitive scene in his heart. He was pulled into the memories of the wine shop more than ten years ago, unable to move from the same spot.

Gane.

Ying Zheng saw that Gai Nie had obviously been tricked into something.

Then he heard An Qisheng's words: King Qin, you have two choices now, either kneel in front of me, be my son, and give your Qi to your father, or I will kill you or take it away, it's the same. of.

Ying Zheng looked at the white-clothed Taoist in front of him with a pair of sharp eyes and said, I only have one father in my life. How dare you say the word 'my father'?

Your father, King Qin Zhuangxiang? He actually holds such an important position in your heart? An Qisheng said lightly.

He was talking about me.

A voice immediately echoed throughout Xinzheng City, the capital of South Korea.

boom!

Although the voice was small, it was like a collapse of the sky, and it immediately exploded around the altar, instantly pulling Gai Nie back to consciousness.

Teacher! Gai Nie turned around.

But nothing can be seen.

However.

An Qisheng's eyes penetrated all the emptiness in Xinzheng City.

I saw a middle-aged scholar-like man with slightly white temples in a brothel far away, calmly drinking a glass of wine there.

Then, it appeared in front of you in an instant.

boom!

An Qisheng was knocked out.

Everyone present looked straight at the middle-aged scholar in black who suddenly appeared in front of Ying Zheng.

Tick tock!

a bolt from the blue!

The rain clouds summoned by An Qisheng finally couldn't hold back the water vapor and poured down.