… A full 5 thousand feet of space, whether it was someone strong like Xuanwu realm or someone weak like an ant, they were all locked down!
It wasn't that space was frozen, but that a huge pressure was placed on their bodies.
Zong Shou himself wasn't familiar with these few moves of the king path secret techniques. Using the sword to replace the fist was even more unfamiliar.
The sword attack went totally berserk, not only those Xuanwu ancestors and return to sun spirit masters who tried to escape. Even the people on his side were suppressed by this heavy sword attack.
Out of everyone present, only Hu Qianqiu and the 20 odd martial path experts who had reached 7 meridians and above could still move. However, they all felt that their hands and feet were restricted, like they were in a quagmire, their movements restricted.
Wuye Zhenren and Lihu Jichang who were in mid-air were pretty much frozen in mid-air.
Although Zong Shou couldn't control this sword, a small portion of the pressure was placed on the 2 of them.
It caused them to go all out but still be unable to recover their lightning-quick movement speed.
There were many illusions in front of their eyes, like their bodies were suppressing mountains and oceans, the pressure multiplying.
Wuye Zhenren's eyes turned red, how could he die here? He was the 3rd generation direct disciple of Daoming Sect. In the future, he had the ability to reach the 8th grade body forming realm, his future was limitless! How could he die in Gantian Mountain City, in the hands of a kid?
He had to return to the sect and ask for orders from the sect. If he couldn't recruit this Zong Shou, then he had to think of a way to swiftly kill him!
In his entire life, he had never seen such a talented junior! If he was allowed to grow, it would be a calamity for the future Daoming Sect. In just 10 years, this Zong Shou would surpass Zong Weiran, an unprecedented enemy of the sect!
The willow leaf flying sword behind him instantly exploded and shot out in all directions, forming heavy sword images. Like a tornado, it sliced the space around him.
The sword energy shot out in all directions, the wind danced, causing his body to finally start to speed up. A joyous expression appeared on Wuye's face. She felt that she was about to escape and ascend to the heavens.
Only to hear Zong Shou mutter once more.
"A thousand years of hegemony, a hundred victories!"
A dragon-like sword light suddenly shot up. It was as if all the mountains and rivers had merged into Zong Shou's sword.
The vast sword light continued to soar for thousands of feet. He slashed towards the sky.
Daoist Master Wu Ye's face instantly twisted. He roared madly and furiously as he hurriedly circulated almost all of his soul power. It caused the 48 swords to instantly merge into one and slash down. It clashed with the sword glow, only to hear a loud explosion!
The 48 Willow Leaf Swords instantly shattered. They were all sent flying. Among them, the swords that bore the brunt of the attack disintegrated into pieces of metal.
The Sword Qi didn't slow down at all as it continued to charge forward. Then, with another muffled bang, the red mist exploded and dispersed.
Wuye Zhenren's entire body was completely shattered by the Sword Qi without any resistance.
It was not sharp, but it was as powerful as a mountain. This was why it was shattered and not slashed apart!
Blood rained down, dripping onto the altar bit by bit.
Even Zong Shou's face was stained with a few drops. He grinned, finally dealing with one, he felt much more relaxed.
He was already sweating profusely and was having a tough time. However, he still turned his eyes towards Lihu Jichang. Stepping in the air, although his speed couldn't compare to those true ascended ancestors.
However, his flying speed was extremely fast. It wasn't any slower than Wuye who could drive artifacts to fly. Even after he had used the Mountain River Freezing Technique, he still hadn't recovered from the shock. He was still 3 thousand feet away, close to a mile away.
His eyes flashed, the nine qilin sword in Zong Shou's hand shook once more, producing many illusions.
Those fist techniques had a total of 4 moves. This was the 3rd fist! It was also the 3rd sword …
"Why don't we get drunk!"
Once again, the sword rose up and stabbed out. It was like millions of illusions, thousands of layers of sword veils.
Zong Shou's body was like he was drunk, stumbling on the altar and on the verge of falling.
Lihu Jichang gritted his teeth, taking out a talisman and throwing it behind him. Instantly it formed a shield shape, gathering the energy of heaven and earth. It was silver-white and extremely thick. It spread out hundreds of feet and protected Lihu Jichang.
On the altar below, Zong Ling's brows furrowed in shock.
"It's actually a spirit cloud shield talisman!"
Thinking to himself, no wonder Jichang would say that he could block Hu Qianqiu and the others for 200 breaths. It was a grade 8 talisman written by a body shaping spirit master!
Zong Shou didn't even take a look, his mind was immersed in the sword move. The thousands of sword lights he stabbed out weren't just illusions.
The person who created this set of fist techniques was truly a peerless genius. Using his drunken body to use energy and true energy to draw the power of heaven and earth, the strength of the country. The speed of the sword was several times faster than before!
He didn't care whether or not he could break the shield or whether or not he could kill Jichang. He only knew that he had to try his best! Even if he couldn't break it, he wouldn't feel regret.
His Divine Soul had entered a state of great joy. Although this fist technique was incomplete, the concept behind it was something that even in the future where numerous martial path secret techniques were spread through various channels, Zong Shou had never seen a similar martial art.
1 sword, 2 swords! 4 swords! 7 swords! 9 swords!
2 breaths later, the 9th sword stabbed out and that silver-white spiritual shield was totally smashed. Then, another sword pierced through, like a swan sweeping through the wilderness, like a white chain, charging over once more.
Jichang went all out and finally broke free from the restrictions of Zong Shou's sword. However, when the shield broke and the 10th sword light slashed over, he was astonished.
Without hesitation, he hollered furiously, pulling back his halberd and crazily slashing down! When the halberd and sword light clashed with one another. In this ten thousand feet of cloud, there was a metal clang. Numerous clouds were pushed aside by that maniacal energy.
Jichang coughed out blood, half of his arms were paralyzed and he couldn't muster up any strength.
In the next instance, the 11th sword struck over once more. The true qi in Jichang's body was nearly dried up, but at this moment, all his life potential was ignited. He roared out once more, his body flashing as he flew into the distance, not knowing how to change his trajectory.
However, in just a moment, Jichang's face was filled with despair. Only to see that sword was also indiscernible, recovering the thousand sword lights from before and crazily covering over.
All of a sudden, he couldn't avoid it. His body was just a moment slower before he felt a vast power smashing into his body.
"Peng!"
Another explosion, blood and flesh splattering all about. Along with the wind, it scattered downwards.
The remaining Xuanwu ancestors and return to sun spirit masters were all wiped out by Hu Qianqiu and the others in these tens of breaths. The entire altar returned to deathly silence!
Xue Moyan was dead! Wuye Zhenren was dead! Lihu Jichang was dead! Below the ascended realm, the three top experts of the human world, people who could cause the mortal world west of Donglin Cloud Continent to shake with a stomp of their feet, actually fell one after another!
However, the person that everyone had expected to be the least likely to survive was standing on the stage unscathed. His body didn't have any injuries at all.
At this moment, even the most imaginative person felt like it wasn't real.
The image of the teen on the platform had totally changed in everyone's eyes.
Although his body was still thin and weak, the overbearingness of the sword when he slashed out could cause everyone present to tremble.
His face was clean and pure, no different from a normal teen. However, the way he subdued Zong Yuan, the lightning fast methods yesterday, even that bloody massacre all left a deep impression, unforgettable.
"This is what they mean by pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, too cunning! Such talent is pretty much cheating. Xue Moyan and Wuye, what a waste … "
Chai Yuan sighed in his heart, his eyes looking at the center of the altar a hundred feet away. Squinting his eyes, he only felt that at this moment, the light that was released from Zong Shou's body was extremely eye-piercing.
In his heart, he felt fortunate that he wasn't willing to follow the Xue family and stepped out of this quagmire.
Although he didn't stand on the right side, he didn't walk the wrong path.
However, the Xiantian Ruler really hid it well.
Such a talent like the prince was actually willing to be looked down upon by others, hiding it and not showing it.
Only today did he shock everyone!
Looking at the person who was heavily injured and had his knee broken, Chai Yuan shifted his eyes away in disdain.
Before this, he supported Zong Yang because he wanted to maintain the foundations of Gantian Mountain. However, although the prince was a direct descendant, he didn't have much connection with the Zong family race leader. Instead, they had a conflict of interests.
In his heart, he admitted that Zong Shi was the most talented person in this generation of the Zong family and had the most right to inherit the position of the monster king.
However, at this moment, as Hu Qianqiu said, he was just an unassuming scum!
The prince was the cloud in the sky that couldn't be reached! As for this Zong Shi, no matter how dazzling he was, he was just mud in the dust that could be stepped on by anyone!
Zong Shou kept his sword, only feeling that the true qi in his body and the spiritual energy in his soul ocean were all sucked dry.
The hundred battle sword should be the most overbearing sword out of the four sword moves. Hundreds of swords, however, it was used in a group battle. With his current cultivation, he couldn't use it.
This drunken sword was also extremely strong, the sword speed was the fastest and the most unpredictable. The huge consumption far exceeded what he could take.
After a long while, Zong Shou barely recovered a little. However, his face was still a perverted red.
He seemed to have comprehended something, combining it with the chant of the fourth fist technique. Suddenly, he understood the emotions and mentality of the person who created this fist technique.
Looking at the heart cultivation method, it was obviously expanded from the indefinite spirit emperor fist. Was the master really Zong Weiran?
… This fist technique wasn't incomplete, but not completed?
Thinking about it for a moment, Zong Shou was unable to confirm. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
He suddenly turned his head and smiled towards the old priest Zong Ling, "A proper ceremony was interrupted. Who knows if the heavens will forgive me for using Zong Shi's head as a sacrifice!" If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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