Chapter 1224: Too old to die

Where is the limit of martial arts?!

My master once said that martial arts is like cultivating the Tao, it has no end.

It's a pity that in today's era, Xuanmen is withered and the sun is declining. But on the surface, there are still some heavenly masters. Martial arts are even more miserable than Xuanmen. They are basically silent within the various sects. Although there are many disciples, they may inherit

However, there are only a few who are orthodox. Among the large number of warriors in Wuyangyang, only a handful are truly talented. They are almost faced with the situation of having no successors, so that gradually a consensus is formed in everyone's mind - warriors cannot compete with others.

Practitioners fight.

Obviously, this is wrong.

Within the known range, the Ferryman represents the combat power of the Warriors.

The ferryman and our Liguan lineage are known as double walls. At their peak, they could challenge the Heavenly Officials and kill the Heavenly Masters without blinking an eye.

But since the last generation of ferrymen disappeared, there is no more extreme way in martial arts.

Even I sometimes feel that in today's era, no martial artist can stand up to the Celestial Master.

Now, I know that I was wrong. Although the eight old men in front of me do not have the power to directly compete with the Celestial Master, they all have the power to protect themselves when facing the Celestial Master.

They... are more powerful than the legends!

The last time they took action was forty years ago. There was a powerful ghost breeder in western Hunan, who was known as the King of Ghosts. He always had two two-foot-tall supernatural ghosts sitting on his shoulders.

Myths, do ghost things, seduce people into evil spirits, gradually leave the human world, and fall into the ghost world forever. They are often followed by two ghost kings, one is a female Yaksha with black body, red hair and blue eyes, and the other is a murderous ghost king who breaks his neck and disembowels himself.

Wherever they passed, the ghost energy surged into the sky. A heavenly master from the Taoist Jingming sect passed down by Xu Zhenjun fought with the ghost king of Xiangxi for a day and a night, and was killed to death. Later, the ghost king of Xiangxi found the bad luck of Hua Chuan again, and was clouded.

The eight monsters in Taiwan besieged and killed him.

At that time, it was said that each of them had half the abilities of a heavenly master.

Now, we have made further progress. Although we have not reached the level of a martial arts master comparable to the Tianshi, we are still far behind. We are just a hair away. If we meet the ghost-eyed butterflies we saw in the Dragon Court of Yanshan Mountain,

It must be an evenly matched result, almost on the same level.

They were just eight old people. When they were pushed out, they were curled up on their chairs one by one. Their lives were like leaves in late autumn, all yellowed, just one step away from withering. But when they stood up on crutches, their whole bodies were completely gone.

The people seemed to be alive, and the originally withered Qi and blood exuded vitality. The eight people stood in a row, and the Qi and blood were faintly gathered together. At first glance, they were very good at the art of calculation, otherwise they would not have reached this level of tacit understanding, and even

Each other's energy and blood were about to fuse together, and it was even possible that they were practicing a weird Kung Fu, which led to this scene. When I looked at them with my spirit, I saw only where they were standing.

There is a vast ocean of qi and blood left, and the qi and blood in each person's body is much more powerful than when Wushuang explodes in full force.

Boom!

Standing in the middle, an old man with a hunchback took a step toward my master with a cane. The cane fell to the ground and penetrated deeply into the ground.

Because of his old age, the fat on his face was drooping, but his face was full of red. Every time he breathed, I could watch with my spirit and see a stream of white air spurting out of his mouth, and then being inhaled into his nose.

That is not the mist coming out of the cold weather, but the breath he has practiced internally, which has reached the point where he can breathe in and out freely, protect himself, and send and receive freely. It is precisely when he withdraws, the mountain will collapse in front of him without changing his expression, and when he releases, he invades like a tiger.

The fire is like thunder.

"I, Zhong Zhengyang, have met Zhang Tianshi."

The old man was leaning on a cane in one hand and his eyelids were drooped. He obviously had more energy and blood than the young man in his seventies or eighteen, but his voice was weak: "This Lu Sheng is the descendant of my old friend Lu Wuji. After all, he is still a little younger and more energetic.

I don’t know the power of the Heavenly Master, so I offended the Heavenly Master, so please forgive me. As for the Heavenly Master’s elegance, we are the ones to keep him company!”

Lu Sheng's beard and hair have turned gray. For an ordinary person, he would probably contact a lawyer to make a will. Yet he is said to be... young and energetic?

So what do we think? Does it sound like milk?

Suddenly, I had a vague feeling that this old guy was also extremely shameless, talking nonsense and saying nothing he couldn't say.

My master was not interested in talking nonsense with this old scoundrel, and just said: "There is no need to say these useless things. Since we are here today, if I don't conquer you, there will be no consequences. Who comes first? Just come forward!"

"Ho ho ho ho..."

An old woman next to Zhong Zhengyang laughed strangely, like an old owl. Her wrinkled upper and lower lips were grinning. There was no tooth in her mouth, and her pink gums were exposed. It looked extremely weird.

I have heard Yu Linglong talk about this person before. She is the only female among the eight monsters in Yuntai. Her surname is He, and no one knows her name. Everyone calls her the second aunt, and people in the world also call her the second aunt He.

She smiled strangely and said to my master: "Zhang Tianshi is joking. With your skills, I am afraid that you are almost out of the category of Tianshi. Anyway, I have never heard of any Tianshi who has such methods as you. I'm sorry.

I'm looking at you, but I can't see what kind of tricks you are doing. I only know that there are not many people in the world who can control you. At least the old master on Longhu Mountain can't control you. We are also aware of this.

, how could they go up one by one to die?

What's more, you also said that if you don't defeat us, it won't count. The giant mountain is still lying there, and the blood is not dry. Such a life-and-death fight is not a ring. We have to come one by one. We are all kind-hearted.

A kind person, you can't bear to have the disciples below working hard for their lives. You probably don't want to see your obedient disciple with a kind of injury that kills the disciples. Then let us senior masters decide the outcome. This

This is also a long-standing rule in the world. If Zhang Tianshi wants to convince us, he may have to put all of us down here today and step on our corpses before leaving."

My heart sank, and I secretly thought that the old guy was shameless. He wanted to beat up my master in a group. He also said that he didn’t want countless disciples to be killed and injured. He meant to let us people just stay aside, and then they would beat up my master in a group.

, obviously knowing that if we people really attack the martial arts disciples here, even if their disciples can kill us, I'm afraid there won't be many left alive.

As if to fulfill my speculation, the other seven old monsters dispersed quietly and half surrounded my master.

Even Tang Jingsheng in the back and the other masters who were invited out were quite moved and wanted to get involved in the siege.

"Fuck you!!"

I pulled out the Tianguan Blade suddenly and said with a sneer: "What kind of arrogance are you showing off, but you are not willing to compete openly and openly? You are full of calculations, and you are the only smart person in the world? Our Zhenwu Temple

There are not many people, but no one is thinking about being an only child. Now that it has come to this point, why are we afraid of too many casualties? If there is peace, it is nothing more than life and death. Let's all come together. I want to see it today.

How many of the leeks in your martial arts hall are left? I will kill you until you have no descendants!"

Then Ergu He's face darkened: "You little baby..."

Before he finished speaking, an extremely shrill scream suddenly came from outside the manor.

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Chapter completed!