Chapter 146: Northern Barbarian Dragon City
Chapter 146: Northern Barbarian Dragon City
Nightfall, Daming Prefecture.
As the lights come on, the central streets that run from south to north across the entire city are deserted.
Since the Sword Contest was about to start, the bustling Night Market and Rouge Street had become cold for the first time. The martial artists and local people went to the central street to watch the second best man in the world passing by.
As early as evening, there were already martial artists riding horses to various places to spread the news. Countless people were extremely curious about Long Cheng, who suppressed the martial arts world of Kyushu with his own strength.
Ever since Long Cheng drove his master, the Tantric Zen Master, to the Ten Thousand Mountains for a meeting with the Demon King, wave after wave of martial arts masters have launched an attack. Up to now, the number of masters who have died at the hands of Long Cheng has exceeded two hands. Among them, the chief disciple of the Taoism, who was second only to the top ten in the world, was killed with three punches, and his famous sword was shattered.
On the central street, a sturdy old man held a big knife in his hand and closed his eyes to rest. With every breath he took, white mist came out of his mouth and nose like a gun or an arrow. Hong Zhou, the leader of Daming Sect, was famous throughout the world for his grandmaster's unique skill of Yangwu Sword. He once cut off the water in Jianliu City with three swords, which established his unshakable and lofty position in Daming Sect.
There were countless onlookers on both sides of the street.
The owner of Yanyu Tower was still sitting in a roadside tavern sipping wine, with no intention of unsheathing the Yanyu sword in his hand. Occasionally, his eyes looked in the direction of Pingluan Bo's Mansion, with murderous intent boiling in his eyes. However, according to the Yan family, now was not the time to fight back. After the Battle of Heilao Mountain, the head of the Yan family immediately sent someone to deliver a letter to the capital.
On the upper floor of Chuyao Tower, Elder Du Nan and Yin Shengzi were drinking opposite each other.
For the first time, this Yin Shengzi, who was ignorant of the world, revealed a burning look in his eyes.
"What are the chances of Hong Zhou winning?"
Elder Du Nan smiled when he heard this, "There is no chance of winning, unless Long Cheng deliberately lets him chop him. In terms of a head-on fight, it would be lucky for Hong Zhou to survive. Looking at the world today, the only one who can force Long Cheng to use the secret skills of heaven, earth and man is Dang Guancheng. Among others, only the owner of Yanyu Tower has some hope."
Yin Shengzi's eyes became even more blazing. Apart from the great master who was detached from the world, Longcheng was the pinnacle of martial arts. Any man in the martial arts world might have thought of replacing him. But at the same time, the other party was the Right Wise King of the Northern Barbarians, with 40,000 Buddhist cavalry roaming the grassland. Their level of eliteness was unimaginable.
In the direction of the Yan family, Dao Chi and a supreme elder of the Wudou Taoist Palace stood side by side.
At the gate of Daming Prefecture, a nobleman of the royal family holding a long sword without a guard stopped and looked into the distance. This young prince was the most talented leader of this generation in the imperial palace, and he was guarded by a red-robed eunuch, one of the twelve eunuchs.
Countless geniuses, masters, and common people were waiting quietly. Even the King of Anbei was not so grand. Everyone knew that Longcheng would come, and would definitely take the most anticipated central street. After all, this was not the first time that Jiuzhou Jianghu had intercepted the other party. From southern Xinjiang to Jiangnan, and then to Jiangbei and Yizhou border, Damingfu, as an important frontline town, was the last stop.
A strong wind blew up.
The crowd's eyes were fixed on the South Gate.
But Hong Zhou had already picked up the hundred-pound machete.
It was not until the master took action that people were shocked to find that a monk in gray had been standing on the central street. He wore a bamboo hat and held a wooden Zen stick. He was about middle-aged, with an ordinary face, even boring. Even his eyes were no different from those of ordinary people.
Everyone just heard him chant:
"Where can I find an enemy? All the elites in the city are hunchbacked. Three years of friendship have gone to waste. I was born the best among men."
"With my two fists, I smashed the nine states, pushing the north and south into endless battles. All the heroes gathered in the Dragon City. If I stop, I will live as long as the sky."
The gray-robed monk raised his palm to his chest with a resolute look, and said, "I am Longcheng, a poor monk. Please show me your humbleness."
Everyone was speechless, as they had all heard about Long Cheng's arrogance.
Hong Zhou was furious and took the lead in drawing his sword.
He spat out a mouthful of powerful martial artist's true energy, and the machete was bathed in the vast true energy, releasing a fierce light that shone in the night sky.
The whole street seemed to be filled with knife shadows. The grandmaster's unique skill was to nourish the knife. The longer the knife was nurtured, the more powerful it would be when drawn. Several years had passed since the last time Hong Zhou made a real move and his knife broke Jianshui.
The heavy machete was swung down with all his might. It was like the Jian River bursting its banks, and the rolling blade light whistled and swept forward. Even among the ten men in the world, Hong Zhou's range attack was second to none. The enemy entered the city at a terrifying speed, but they could not escape the coverage of the blade light.
"All the anger is just wasted."
Long Cheng did not take this attack seriously at all, an invisible protective barrier rose up around him, like an unshakable reef, the sword energy blew around his body, shattered the blade light and pushed the torrent away.
In a roadside tavern, the owner of Yanyu Tower suddenly stood up, and the remaining murderous intent in his eyes turned into shock.
"The Dao Palace's sword energy body protection...secret technique."
"Not only that, there is also the great master's transformation energy."
The eldest disciple of the Taoist Palace inherited the swordsmanship of the Taoist master, among which the sword energy protecting the body is a top-notch defensive secret skill in the world. After being integrated with the transformation energy that only a grand master can possess, the intensity increases sharply.
It is obvious that Long Cheng not only killed the eldest disciple of the Taoist Palace, but also learned the other party's unique skills, and perfectly integrated them with the qualitative change of the transformation of fighting and nourishing fighting. The most important thing is that the eldest disciple had only been dead for a few days. This kind of martial arts talent is enough to make all the masters in the world far behind.
At the same time, Hong Zhou, who was facing the enemy, was under greater pressure. The powerful strike he had been preparing for several years was instantly resolved. He gritted his teeth and delivered the second strike.
The machete that had accompanied him for half his life suddenly shattered into pieces. This magical weapon, which had been imbued with the Yangwu Sword Art for decades, had a strong sword aura in every fragment.
The broken knife spun, and the iron light created a storm that seemed to be able to strangle everything. Traces of knife marks appeared on the ground. The crowd watching on the roadside screamed and retreated frequently. In an instant, their clothes were tattered and their bodies were covered with bloodstains.
Roar!
Hong Zhou roared and pushed the machete forward.
The shrill whistling sound echoed through several streets.
The blade-breaking storm blasted forward, squeezing the ground along the way to both sides, leaving behind a three-foot-deep gully.
"That's all."
Long Cheng stretched out his hand to the left, then flicked his wrist, and his palm suddenly hit the vacuum, and a huge elephant shadow emerged.
Just when the onlookers thought that Xiangying was going to charge, Longcheng simply threw it out.
"Buddha throws the elephant!"
On the Chuyao Tower, Elder Dunan’s face changed.
The difficulty of this secret technique is enough to rank among the top ten in the world. It is truly powerful and unparalleled. However, Long Cheng’s main technique, the Decision of Heaven and Earth, is known to the world. Without the support of this technique, it is imaginable how difficult it is to learn the secret technique of throwing the elephant and cultivate it to perfection.
The giant elephant smashed the Broken Blade Storm into pieces.
Long Cheng suddenly came in front of Hong Zhou and raised his hand to blast out a huge wind and cloud handprint.
Fengyun Mountain, a first-rate sect in Yizhou, has inherited the unique Fengyun Palm. In a generation, if there are five or six people who can learn the complete Fengyun Palm, it is already considered prosperous. However, the big handprint displayed by Long Cheng at this moment far exceeds the so-called "complete", like a city wall as high as a person pushing down.
Hong Zhou raised his arms forward, his hard skills were instantly defeated, a big handprint covered his body, his bones broke with crackling sounds continuously, the transformation force invaded his body and directly destroyed his Zhengqi meridians.
(End of this chapter)