Thinking back then, the struggle between Buddhism and Taoism was destroyed by all ghosts and gods.

It was in those great wars that the Arhat Monk Soldiers and the Yellow Turban Soldiers were created. At that time, if anyone had three thousand soldiers, he would definitely be able to sweep the world.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Jiao's uprising was caused by the 500 Yellow Turban heroes in his hands, which immediately disrupted the world. Later, during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Sun Enlu Xun and the Five Doks of Rice Sect were rampant, and they also relied on the help of the Yellow Turban heroes.

Then the courts of all dynasties learned their lessons and adopted high-pressure policies to all religious sects with the Yellow Turbans, spared no effort to suppress them. Over time, the Yellow Turbans gradually became legends.

Unexpectedly, there was one left in this Laoshan School villa.

The foundation of the Thousand Years of Sect is indeed that the broken ship has three kilograms of nails.

Qi Xiang condensed and was ready for battle.

"boom!"

The Yellow Turban Strongman appeared in the air, and a powerful aura was pressing down. The strong wind blew up, and large patches of dust were flying, rolling like dragons and thunder.

"Kill him..."

At the same time, an instruction was heard from the hall.

The Yellow Turban Strongman, as if he was wise, immediately raised a huge palm after hearing the instructions, and instantly locked the target, falling in the air.

A palm slapped it is equivalent to a hill falling to the ground. The heavy force in it forms a violent rippling airflow, and even involves some nearby houses and tiles.

"Boom!"

Some houses were too heavy to bear, collapsed and shattered. In addition, before the palm of the Yellow Turban Strongman had officially fallen, cracks had appeared on the hard ground.

With such a might, Qi Xiang naturally felt that the pressure increased.

"The ancient Taoist soldiers are indeed well-known."

Qi Xiang sighed softly.

A Yellow Turban Strongman already has such strength. If hundreds or thousands of Yellow Turban Strongman formed an army, he did have the power to shake the foundation of the country in ancient times. No wonder there were so many religious regimes in ancient times.

Unfortunately, the Central Plains has always been the world of Confucianism. With various reasons, the imperial power completely overwhelms the divine power. Regardless of ancient and modern times, religious forces have been suppressed within a controllable range.

Therefore, even if there was a Yellow Turban Strongman in the Laoshan Villa, the Laoshan Gate only regarded it as a killer weapon, but never thought about it, driving the Yellow Turban Strongman to conquer the city and plunder the ground.

Of course, I never thought that it does not mean that the Yellow Turbans do not have the ability to conquer cities and territories. For example, now, even the heavy and thick city gates in ancient times may not escape the fragmented ending.

Of course, such an offensive can't do anything to Qi Xiang.

"Swoosh!"

The moment the Yellow Turban Strongman slapped his palm, Qi Xiang was as light as a swallow, soared into the air and stepped on the Yellow Turban Strongman's arm, as if a dragonfly was slashing the water and flew with the force.

"cut!"

Qi Xiang floated in the air, but not only to dodge the attack, but in fact he had great ambitions. His long sword was like a dragon, and he took the throat of the Yellow Turban Strongman, and he was stanced to cut off the Yellow Turban Strongman with one knife.

A flash of sword light appeared on the neck of the Yellow Turban Strongman.

"No matter what Yellow Turban Strongman you are, even if the heavenly soldiers and generals are coming, they will still be killed."

Qi Xiang rushed into the sky with a heroic spirit. A hazy blood light appeared on the edge of the Daguan Sword. The divine sword gradually became a demon. The dragon spirit sealed in the blade also took the opportunity to vent the resentment and hostility he had accumulated for many years.

However, this is also a good thing. Because the sword spirit appears, the advantage of the blade is at least several times.

Anyway, as a knife holder, Qi Xiang is not affected at all. After realizing that there is a hostility in the knife, he even went with the flow and let the sword spirit fully utilize its performance.

Therefore, Qi Xiang did not use much force in this knife at all, but acted as a guiding role, which was equivalent to using a thousand pounds to make a big move.

He borrowed the power of the sword spirit. On the edge of the sword, the lifelike blue dragon had turned into a blood dragon.

A few traces and strands of blood-colored textures appeared on the blade.

These dragon scales are as bloody as red and translucent, and shine with strange light.

When these lights gather on the blade, a sharpness is unstoppable, and the sharpness is revealed. The destructive aura of the gods blocking the gods and the Buddhas blocking the Buddhas blocking the Buddhas will permeate the air.

After six hundred years of sacrifice, the demonic blood sword finally showed its hideous fangs.

Today, it wants to kill the gods!

kill……

The blood light soared into the sky, even suppressing all the golden light of the Yellow Turban Strongman. When the sharp tip of the knife was slashed on the throat of the Yellow Turban Strongman, it had not yet reacted.

The scimitar is like the moon, and more like the swallow circling, bringing out the most wonderful arc.

The blood knife that is several meters long can easily pass through the neck of the Yellow Turban Strongman, destroying it without any effort.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the Yellow Turban Rex's head fell off.

“Huh?”

At first glance, Qi Xiang frowned slightly, but there was no happier look. Instead, she muttered dissatisfiedly: "Is it so vulnerable, it's too idiot?"

You know, the Yellow Turban Heroes are famous, and that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Now, even he can't handle it with one knife, and such a gap will inevitably disappoint him. It has a feeling that it is better to meet than to be famous, but that's all.

Disappointed, too disappointed...

Qi Xiang shook her head and sighed softly.

"Bang!"

However, in an instant, the broken head of the Yellow Turban Rises exploded and turned into a ball of yellow smoke. Then, the yellow smoke merged into the Yellow Turban Rises' body again.

Next, something magical happened. The Yellow Turban Strongman twisted his body and slowly grew a head on his broken neck...

In the blink of an eye, the head was formed and a complete Yellow Turban hero appeared in front of Qi Xiang.

"ha?"

Qi Xiang also felt that this was a bit surprised. Rebirth from the dead head, wasn’t this Sun Dasheng’s supernatural power? Unexpectedly, the Yellow Turban Powerful Man still has this ability.

The head grew out, and an angry expression appeared on the face of the Yellow Turban Strongman. Even the Taoist soldiers had a certain amount of intelligence, could distinguish between good and bad, and had emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

Just after Qi Xiang chopped his head, the Yellow Turban Strongman was naturally particularly angry. He suddenly opened his mouth and roared like a roar. The roar was silent, but the sound waves caused the air to roll continuously, as if the sea tide was surging.

Under the roar, the Yellow Turban Strongman suddenly opened his hands and formed a seal. With a swish, a magic sword appeared in its hand as the yellow light flashed.

The sword is several meters long, wide, long, and very thick.

A thick sword without a sharp edge can kill people with energy.

The long thick sword, in the hands of the burly and majestic Yellow Turban Strongman, seemed very agile. He swung his sword and slashed hard, and a sharp sword light was like lightning, whipping like a whip, quickly falling towards Qi Xiang.

"I actually have such a trick."

Qi Xiang was not surprised but happy, so she directly set up a knife to block it.

As the swords collided, Qi Xiang felt a surge of powerful force coming, causing his body to scream directly, flying backwards more than ten meters away, and knocking down a wall with a bang.

"Okay, the Dharma Protector is indeed amazing."

Seeing this, cheers of joy came from the hall.

"Boy, I really don't know how to die if I dare to come to Laoshan."

"Honor, keep going, smash him to pieces..."

Obviously, the people in the hall also knew that just one move would definitely not kill Qi Xiang.

This is also a fact. When the wall collapsed and the dust filled, a figure was like a ghost, like a tiny line of ashes, pounced directly on the palace and penetrated through the arch.

Suddenly, everyone in the hall felt a flash in front of them, and then they saw Qi Xiang's figure.

"Hello everyone……"

Qi Xiang smiled very well, but the Daguan knife was very cruel and slashed across it. A blade was like a curtain, and the test papers enveloped every inch of space in the entire hall.

For a moment, a person seemed to be in the middle of a lake, with sparkling lights around him shining brightly.

But this sparkling light is full of danger and murderous intent...

"snort!"

Qi Xiang sneered. He was not a martial arts fanatic. When he saw the Yellow Turban Strongman, he was happy to see the hunter. He insisted on killing the Yellow Turban Strongman to fulfill his wish and relaxed all over.

You know, he always remembered what his purpose was to come to Laoshan.

The treasure of the Yu Family Secret Library is his goal.

There are several ways to achieve this goal. Why do you have to choose the stupidest solution? Fight against the Yellow Turban Strongly, and then lose both sides, and then let these people benefit?

"Sorry, I disappointed you..."

Qi Xiang smiled and wanted to plot against him, but it was not that easy.

"cut……"

The sword was full of energy. The Qingfeng Taoist Priest who had been injured just now and finally escaped was the first to be affected and suffered. He was right next to Qi Xiang. Qi Xiang waved his sword and slashed with the flow, and half of his body disappeared.

The poor Taoist priest, without even having time to explain his last words to the death, went to heaven to pay homage to the ancestor of the Three Pure Land.

However, thanks to him, he blocked the blade.
To be continued...