Chapter 147 5 Fighting Dao Shou

Chapter 147 5 Fighting Dao Shou

Chapter 147 Wudou Dao Shou
The central street of Damingfu.

Hong Zhou was like a broken wooden stake, flying backwards from mid-air and falling heavily to the ground. His meridians were shattered. He fell from being the seventh-best person in the world to an ordinary old man with no cultivation. His eyes gradually dimmed and he seemed to have aged by a dozen years in an instant.

There were faint cries from the onlookers.

The two sides fought for less than three rounds.

Long Cheng approached again and was about to finish off the opponent when an iron spear came at him and pierced straight into the ground, shaking continuously.

The old man in plain clothes used his light Kung Fu to calm his steps and got in front of Hong Zhou first. With a powerful and exquisite kick, he kicked him towards the disciples of Daming Sect. In fact, it can be seen that there are only a few masters who have been disabled by Hong Zhou. As the golden signboard of the sect, if he can grasp it properly, he can barely have a chance to retire.

"Senior, you were no match for me three years ago. Now that I have mastered the power of transformation, there is no need to die."

Long Cheng narrowed his eyes. If there was any master in the world who could still make him feel a little threatened, it would be the old man in front of him.

"If you hadn't had the soul accompanying you, you probably wouldn't be where you are today." Gun King San stood with his gun horizontally, "Let her out, both of you."

Long Cheng snorted coldly, and a pair of slender arms suddenly grew out from behind him, and a blurry female figure hugged him.

The Gun King stared at it three times. This was one of the other party's greatest gains at the Jianchi Mountain Sword Competition twenty years ago. The ghosts captured day after day by the mountain guards could not only serve as energy for the formation, but also as prizes for breaking through the mountain roads. As long as the ghosts were willing, they could coexist with the climbers and leave. Long Cheng's methods could directly hit the soul, but there were very few people who were worthy of his symbiotic soul technique.

"Soul Taoist, you are truly a genius."

Gun King Three asked, "Did you break through that wall?"

Long Cheng sneered: "You are kidding. You can't even lift your hands when you get to the wall. The Grandmaster may try to break it open, but the Soul Taoist has the advantage of time, place and people. The result may be disappointing."

The brief reunion ended.

The onlookers were in an uproar, and the surrounding walls were filled with gangsters.

"It's Gun King Three!"

"I am the best in the martial arts world of Kyushu."

"The second and third in the world, this trip is worth it!"

The Gun King started with the Gun Skill - Dragon Crossing and Destroying the City, but before the gun light could be fully delivered, it became scattered, and the old man's eyes were like an earthquake.

Long Cheng's hair also stood on end. He turned his head stiffly to look at the South Gate, muttering, "It came too quickly."

"What are you doing?"

"Why don't you fight?"

"Look at the city gate."

The wind and sand had died down, and a middle-aged Taoist rode into the city on a donkey. He wore a simple Taoist robe and carried an iron sword worth several taels of silver on his back.

Gun King III put away his gun and left without even looking back.

In a roadside wine shop, the owner of Yanyu Tower sat upright, feeling that he had not done anything bad that would anger God and people recently, and then began to watch as a matter of course.

On the upper floor of Chuyao Building, Elder Du Nan dragged Yin Shengzi away.

In the Yan family mansion, Dao Chi excitedly bowed from a distance. Even though he was the other party's direct disciple, he had actually only met this person a few times.

Wudou Taoist Palace, the head of Daqian national religion.

A great master who is detached from the world.

The onlookers were all silent. The majesty of the Grand Master was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The eunuchs of the same level as the Chief Seal of the Imperial Palace, tortured the Governor King, tortured Elder Du Nan, and dismembered the local leaders. In the capital, just his name could make children stop crying. Because he was the best at assassination, the local princes were afraid of him like snakes and scorpions. But in terms of direct combat power, the Taoist master who possessed four unique skills was better. Long Cheng turned around and laughed: "Why, you can't sit still after a disciple died? I only used one punch to kill him. He could last for a few rounds. It's just that I want to learn swordsmanship. You, the Taoist master, are going to show off your ugliness now?"

There are only a handful of examples in history of a grand master specifically targeting a grand master, except for the eunuch with the chief seal.

"You are different."

"The Northern Barbarians cannot have another Grandmaster."

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled faintly, holding the long sword in his hand across the air, and then he pushed lightly with his palm, and the sword light flew out.

Long Cheng tried his best to raise the Elephant Shadow Defense, combined with the Transformation Power to cover himself. At the same time, his fists emitted a thick ochre light, which he blasted out repeatedly. One after another, extremely heavy fist prints were stirred, and the invisible gravity made the power extraordinary.

The secret skill of Tiandi Jue - Huangdihou, borrows the gravity of the earth to strengthen oneself, the punch is heavy, difficult to be hurt by crossbows and arrows, as fast as an eagle, it has outstanding effects in attack, defense and movement. To practice this skill, one needs to sleep underground for several years to feel the power of the earth.

But facing the sword light, the fist light and the elephant shadow were all torn to pieces.

An ordinary iron sword pierced into Long Cheng's chest. If he had not forcibly adjusted his body at the critical moment, his entire heart would have been damaged. Despite this, the Taoist's more profound energy was still constantly destroying his internal organs.

"How is it, do you know the gap between yourself and the Grand Master?"

Beside Long Cheng, a skinny old man suddenly appeared, his face smeared with sacrificial paint. There are two great masters in the Northern Barbarians, the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain and the Tantric Zen Master. The latter is now meeting with the Demon King in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the former is the leader of the barbarian shamans.

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain attaches great importance to Dragon City, and now he doesn't even mind treating it as a fellow. With the other party's natural talent, in five or six years at most, the Northern Barbarians will be able to welcome a new pillar.

"Be careful, that guy is not an ordinary grandmaster."

Long Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had been stabbed by the leader of the Demon Cult, but he was not as weak as he was now.

"No Grandmaster is ordinary."

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain looked across and said with a smile, "Master Daoshou is almost thirty years old this year. The fate of Daqian is his destiny. This time he went north to avenge his disciples, but it was just a convenience. The main reason was probably because he didn't want me to tear the Anbei Army apart."

As long as they don't mind the trouble and don't care about their face, the grandmaster can harass the army for years, killing three to five hundred people at a time and leaving, and sooner or later the army will be worn down and collapsed. This situation has been alleviated after the birth of Qigong practitioners, but it has not been completely eliminated.

The middle-aged Taoist priest took back the iron sword and said, "A battle in the far north."

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain nodded: "Okay, but I have to send him out of the Great Wall first."

"There are only a handful of masters in the world who can hurt him."

"Who knows where the person in the palace is hiding? He is about to pass away, but he is not already dead."

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain carried Long Cheng on his shoulders and left. The gap in life level between the Grand Master and ordinary warriors had already widened. The normal lifespan was as high as hundreds of years, but due to the lack of some special substances in the world, they could only live for less than two hundred years. The eunuch who was the chief seal in the palace was the Taoist boy and disciple of the founding emperor, and he guarded Daqian for a long time.

The two grand masters and Long Cheng left.

The onlookers were still immersed in shock.

The top masters who are usually elusive appear one after another, and the world of martial arts is bound to be in turmoil.

At the same time, in the Earl's Mansion, Jiang He walked down from the attic.

"I am going back to Dangguan City. Don't forget our business. Longcheng is the Right Wise King and will definitely not miss this war." Gun King San came back specially to say goodbye. After he finished writing his gun manual, he had handed it to the other party.

"See you later." Jiang He clasped his fists. Objectively speaking, the opponent's three-gun skills were indeed very strong.

(End of this chapter)