Chapter 1011: Fighting on their own (7400) _4
Translator: 549690339
First of all, Hengyuan had invited the Arhat’s heroic soul from back then. His strength was definitely not as good as the real Arhat. Even if the real Arhat came personally, it would be difficult to kill a martial artist at the peak of rank-3?
Secondly, this heroic soul could only last for a quarter of an hour. To kill a smelly and tough high-ranked martial artist in a quarter of an hour?
“Finally, there’s a huge difference between rank-3 and rank-4. The difference in strength is too great. The opponent can make countless mistakes, but one mistake on one’s side might lead to a team wipe.
King Huai was a ruthless man who knew how to take advantage of a woman’s illness. He did not show mercy just because the other party was a woman. His fist contained Qi Ji, and he was about to end the Barbarian woman of the southern border with one punch.
“No killing.” Master Hengyuan put his hands together.
King Huai’s fist momentum paused, and it was difficult for him to punch again. Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity, aimed her palm at Lina, and threw her far away.
She wasn’t worried about Lina’s injuries. Although the strength Gu tribe’s experts didn’t have the abnormal defense of the martial artists, they had extremely strong recovery abilities. Normally, as long as they didn’t die, they could recover from their injuries. The time it took to recover depended on the severity of the injury.
When Leena was in the underground palace, she had been seriously injured by the yin object. It was a fatal injury, but she was fine after sleeping for a night.
The heaven and earth Union was missing one out of four, leaving only three people.
Xu Qi ‘er turned a deaf ear to his words. His eyes were fixed on Emperor Yuan jing’s corpse in the distance. As long as one of his avatars was still alive, he could cultivate two more with enough time.
With Hengyuan as the main force, the two sides were in full swing.
In the fierce battle, hundreds of flying swords were used up, either broken into iron or melted into molten iron. The magic artifacts li Miaozhen brought from the sect were finally exhausted.
King Huai’s breath had been significantly reduced, but for a martial artist of this realm, the consumption could be recovered in half a quarter of an hour, so it was not important.
No, this won’t do … Chu Yuanxi muttered in her heart.
Their task was to delay King Huai for fifteen minutes and wear down his combat strength. With the Arhat sarira, it was not difficult to delay him for fifteen minutes, but to seriously injure King Huai was as difficult as flying to the blue sky.
If King Huai was allowed to support Jean d ‘arc in his peak state, Xu Qi’ an would definitely lose.
The integration of a peak rank-3 and a rank-2 expert would cause a qualitative change.
King Huai’s cold eyes stared at the green- robed swordsman, and he sneered, ‘
“Chu Yuanqian, why did you practice swordsmanship instead of being the top scholar? After practicing for so many years, he had produced a bunch of embroidery needles that didn’t hurt at all. I’ve been through two dynasties and have overlooked the court for almost sixty years. I’ve seen too many people like you who think they’re scholars.
“A scholar’s spirit is the most useless thing. Quitting an official to practice the sword may seem natural and unrestrained, but it’s actually stupid. What have you learned all these years? You’re dissatisfied with my cultivation, so what?
Can that three-foot-long sword in your hand hurt me?”
This person was very talented back then. He was the top scholar in high school and was very proud. Unfortunately, because of a small matter, he resented him, the king of the country, and resigned to practice the sword.
But now, he had disappeared into the crowd.
It was laughable.
As King Huai spoke, he stared at him with a cold gaze, his eyes were so deep that it seemed like he was about to devour someone.
What did it feel like to be locked on by a rank three expert in a one-on-one fight?
Chu Yuanqian felt it.
He stood there in a daze. His shoulders felt like they were carrying two mountains. His hair stood on end and his hands and feet trembled slightly.
King Huai snorted. The difference between a fourth-level and a third-level was like the difference between an immortal and a mortal. He didn’t take this top scholar who had abandoned his books to practice sword seriously at all.
“Amitabha!”
Master Heng Yuan strode forward and roared like a lion, “”Kill the thieves!” The thief-killing fruit!
The Arhat that had been integrated into his body emerged and formed the Vajra’s angry eyes Dharma form in the air. The bright light constructed a mysterious pattern on the surface of the Dharma form.
The aura of strength and ferocity filled the world.
The golden light shot out of the eyes of the Dharma form and enveloped King Huai.
King Huai, who had already sensed the danger, could not avoid it. It was as if he had been hit by a spell. The next moment, his eyeballs shot out, and two bloody black holes appeared on his face.
His nose, mouth, and ears were bleeding at the same time.
He was bleeding from his seven orifices.
King Huai felt as if he had been hit on the forehead by a stick. His whole body suddenly leaned back and staggered back.
After this attack, the sarira returned to his body, and Hengyuan’s essence, Qi, and spirit dropped rapidly. It was obvious that he had exhausted all his energy and could no longer fight.
King Huai let out a painful groan. The blow had caused him great damage. He covered his face and bent his spine.
Li Miaozhen landed her flying sword and rushed to Hengyuan, trying to take him away.
However, without the Arhat relic’s restraint, she realized how terrifying a third-rank martial artist was. She could not move.
King Huai’s five fingers made it difficult for li Miaozhen to move, and if his five fingers clenched, this Holy Virgin of the heavenly sect would be crushed.
Chu Yuanyang’s eyes were wide open as she watched this scene. The Qingfeng sword on her back, which had never been unsheathed since she had traveled the world, suddenly trembled.
King Huai was about to ” kill ” li Miaozhen, but he seemed to feel something and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.
The Qingfeng sword trembled violently.
“Oh? You, Chu Yuanyou, still want a sword?”
“Ant, do you dare to use your sword against me?” King Huai asked with a sneer.
Fourth-grade was no different from an ant.
Chu Yuanyang’s hands and feet were still trembling, and her pupils were unfocused. The past was like smoke, surging into her mind.
Chu Yuanyang had been an orphan since he was a child. He was adopted by a childless couple. After the couple died of illness, he studied under a great scholar.
His ideals and knowledge came from the great Confucian who had died from hitting a pillar in the throne room. His teacher’s knowledge was first-class, but unfortunately, he did not know how to be an official. His bad temper made it difficult for him to advance in the court.
When he taught Chu Yuanyang, the most he said was, ” don’t learn from me.
In the 27th year of yuanjing, during the imperial examination, Chu Yuanxi was the top student in high school. His teacher was so happy that he cried and patted his shoulder. The first thing he said was, ” don’t learn from me.
The previous top scorers were all people with boundless prospects. As long as he was a little slippery and remembered to live in harmony with the world, would he have to worry about it being difficult to fulfill his ambitions in the future?
Chu Yuanyou had learned from her teacher’s mistakes, so she was not pedantic, and her heart was burning.
In the same year, there was a great drought in Yongzhou. The people had no harvest, and the Imperial court’s disaster relief efforts were not good, resulting in starving people everywhere.
At this time, Emperor Yuan jing opened the furnace to refine pills. One big pill per season, which cost him more than two hundred thousand silver.
The scholar, who was ridiculed by his colleagues as an old-fashioned man, denounced Emperor Yuan jing in the throne room, and his words were like knives. Then he hit his head against a pillar and died.
The emperor’s words,”my beloved Minister is loyal to justice and will die for justice.”
No one dared to save him.
Before he died, his teacher grabbed Chu Yuanqian’s hand tightly and said the same thing, “Don’t learn from me …
But Chu Yuanyang still left. She left the Imperial court and walked the Jianghu with a green robe and a sword.
Because he couldn’t calm down.
In the end, it was difficult to calm down!
“Unsheathe!” Chu Yuanqi shouted.
With a clang, the three-foot-long mountain behind him soared into the sky.
The sword was finally unsheathed.
Today, I will show you, who has any injustice?
BOOM!
The ground rose, and the earth, sand, and gravel all rose into the sky, following the Qingfeng sword.
In an instant, an Earth Dragon that was a thousand feet long appeared behind Chu Yuanyang and soared into the sky. The head of the Earth Dragon was the Qingfeng sword.
He already had such courage when he raised his sword.
Chu Yuanyou pointed her fingers at King Huai like a sword.
The Earth Dragon, which had been soaring up with a great momentum, suddenly lowered its head and landed beside its master. It circled around three times and then whizzed out with Chu Yuanyou’s sword finger.
King Huai had already realized the power of this sword. When Chu Yuanyou pointed out her sword fingers, he quickly retreated, his body flashing left and right, as fast as a ghost.
At this time, this unusual swordsman, who used martial arts as his Foundation and walked the path of a sect, and his self-created will-nurturing secret manual, showed an extremely unreasonable side.
The Qingfeng sword left the ” Dragon’s body ” and disappeared in a flash, then reappeared again in a flash. In the distance, King Huai, who was trying his best to Dodge, stopped and looked at the Big Hole in his chest in shock.
The sword pierced through his heart.
Ten years of scholar’s spirit, today it was all vented.
The North vanquishing Prince let out a miserable shriek. His face was twisted as if he was suffering from extreme, terrible pain.
It was hard to imagine that a rank-3 martial artist would cry out in pain.
The large hole in his chest did not heal for a long time.
King Huai’s aura finally dropped from peak rank-3.
He had returned to the pugilistic world full of confidence and tried to kill in all directions, killing his enemies with his own hands. Unexpectedly, he had been beaten by a few rank-4 ants and his strength had dropped.
And those ants …
North vanquishing Prince endured the pain and turned his head to look at the horizon, where only a few black figures were left.
The ant ran away in excitement.
Although these injuries would recover in an hour at most, he couldn’t wait that long.
He had to rush to ‘his’ aid.
Stargazing tower.
“Why don’t we make a bet on how long it will take for Xu Qi ‘an to kill Zhen de?” the supervisor said with a smile.
“Are you really that confident in him?” salen AGU’s face turned gloomy.
[ PS: I broke my phone today. I’m so angry that I almost don’t want to update. ]
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