Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 663 The Martial Saint's Third Disciple, Xiang Yuan!

It refers to the foot of Xuanshan Mountain.

The light and darkness shifted, flickering unpredictably.

The view here is distorted, as if time and space have been reversed.

The silver-masked man's figure flickered, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, leaving many afterimages.

In an instant, it seemed as if countless figures appeared in this place.

The speed at which a sword is drawn also varies.

The sequence of events presented in the field of vision was severely fragmented.

The figure in front had clearly disappeared, but the figure behind remained, its afterimage lingering.

But the only constant is the sight of the fallen corpses.

At this moment, Jiang Ning activated the Taixu Yin Yang Sword and charged towards the mountain gate, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Behind him, corpses lay on the ground.

Blood was flowing everywhere.

A mixture of red and white liquid flowed all over the ground.

A moment later, Jiang Ning arrived at the mountain gate leading to the top of Zhongzhi Mountain.

Looking down the stone steps, they disappear into the lush greenery.

Behind him lay many once-renowned masters, now lifeless on the ground.

At this moment, Feng Zhen looked at Jiang Ning's back, his robes fluttering in the mountain wind from above, and felt a sense of awe and grandeur in his heart.

The scales of victory were still tipping, but the man in the silver mask made a move that instantly brought the battle to a close.

"What level of swordsmanship is that?" He gasped inwardly, recalling the commotion caused by the silver-masked man's attack.

The void shifted, vision distorted, and light flickered.
All these unusual phenomena indicated that the swordsmanship used by the man wearing the silver mask was more exquisite than he had imagined.

He then took a deep breath and moved forward.

"Lord Feng, the rest is up to you!" Jiang Ning said to Feng Zhen, who had come up behind him, without turning his head.

"No problem, thank you for your help!" Feng Zhen replied, bowing to Jiang Ning's retreating figure.

He suppressed his turbulent emotions and began to make arrangements for the people around him.

And at this time.

Jiang Ning was about to head to the battlefield of Marquis Zhou Sheng in Purple Robes.

boom--

A deafening roar came from overhead.

He immediately saw Zhou Sheng, dressed in a purple robe, being blasted away.

His clothes were tattered, and he no longer had the air of nobility he once possessed; he looked rather disheveled.

next moment.

With a flash, he soared above the crowd.

The newcomer's long robes fluttered like flowing clouds, and his long hair flowed like a waterfall of silver.

The visitor was none other than Yunshanhe.

At that moment, Yun Shanhe lowered his head and glanced around.

He saw Fang Daoquan's dismembered body, and the lifeless corpses, and a trace of sadness appeared deep in his eyes.

Then, his gaze immediately fell on Jiang Ning.

"Who are you anyway?"

“An unknown nobody!” Jiang Ning said calmly.

“You couldn’t have killed Fang Daoquan without being a nobody!” Yun Shanhe said calmly.

Then he added, "Although you've concealed your appearance, I can sense that your body is very young!"

"Lord Yunshan!" Just then, a figure flashed past and appeared in front of Yunshanhe.

This figure was none other than Zhou Sheng, the Purple-Clad Marquis.

Upon hearing Zhou Sheng's words, Yun Shanhe raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Sheng.

“Zhou Sheng, you are indeed more troublesome than I imagined, but with your strength, you can’t deal with Zhixuan Mountain!”

"How will you know if you don't try?" Zhou Sheng, dressed in a purple python robe, smiled.

The words fell.

Zhou Sheng's voice rang out again.

"Your Highness, please lend me a hand! If we can hold this man back, Zhixuan Mountain will become history today."

“Okay!” Jiang Ning replied.

He knew why Zhou Sheng addressed him that way.

He wanted to hide his identity.

The moment Yun Shanhe uttered that sentence, there was already a possibility that it was directed at him.

After all, when it comes to youth, among the surrounding prefectures of the Five Sacred Mountains Prefecture, who is younger than him in terms of martial arts prowess?

next moment.

Jiang Ning flashed and arrived beside Zhou Sheng, the Purple-Clad Marquis.

"My lord!" Jiang Ning said calmly.

Zhou Sheng glanced at Jiang Ning and nodded.

At this moment, on the five mountain peaks below, figures moved as swiftly as the wind.

Crossing the iron suspension bridge between the five peaks, the martial artists, brimming with energy, headed towards the Middle Finger Peak.

At the mountainside of Middle Finger Peak.

Having already broken off all pretense of civility, Feng Zhen no longer held back and led the crowd rapidly up the mountain path.

Along the way, there might be government offices or hidden sentries.

He easily solved all of them.

One vibrant life after another withered away in his hands.

"By order of the Marquis, anyone who resists shall be killed without exception!" Feng Zhen shouted as he saw several figures suddenly appear in front of him.

The number of grandmasters in Xuan Mountain has always been a puzzling matter.

Normally speaking, even someone as strong as Zhixuan Mountain would be able to achieve this.

There are at most two palms' worth of Grandmaster martial artists who have reached the third rank; it's practically impossible and unreasonable to reach more than that.

However, the number of masters in Zhixuan Mountain is as high as more than twenty, which is quite illogical.

Therefore, even though he currently holds a significant advantage, he dares not be careless in the slightest.

Because he knew that the strongest force behind Zhixuan Mountain was not Fang Daoquan and Yun Shanhe, but the power behind Zhixuan Mountain.

at this time.

"enough!!"

A voice suddenly rang out from overhead.

It seemed to come from the highest heavens, or from all directions.

"The farce must end!"

The voice sounded again.

Jiang Ning's gaze sharpened as he scanned the surroundings, but he didn't see anything amiss.

He instinctively wanted to use his Fire Eyes, but then he came to his senses and quickly suppressed the impulse.

Because he is now wearing a silver mask and a brocade robe made of Xuan Shuang woven, his purpose is to conceal his identity.

If one were to reveal such a discerning eye and such a striking personal trait, then the so-called hidden identity would be a joke.

But at this moment, without using his Fiery Eye or Activating his Heavenly Eye, he suddenly felt as if he had become blind.

The sound had clearly started, but he couldn't see where it came from.

next moment.

He immediately saw the altar at the top of the middle finger mountain suddenly burst into five-colored light.

The five colors of light intertwined and linked together.

Subsequently.

On the altar atop Middle Finger Mountain, a five-colored beam of light suddenly erupted, reaching straight into the sky.

At this moment, countless eyes were drawn to this five-colored beam of light.

"This is..." Jiang Ning was slightly taken aback.

"People from Xuan Yuan Blessed Land have arrived!" said Zhou Sheng, the Purple-Clad Marquis.

"Welcome, envoy!" Yun Shanhe greeted the crowd with a cupped-hand salute upon seeing this.

As his voice fell.

A figure in a flowing white dress suddenly appeared within the five-colored pillar of light.

It was a graceful figure.

Her long dress flowed in the air, and her skin was as white as frost and snow.

Barefoot and without shoes, her skin resembled solidified fat.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

“It’s her!!” said Zhou Sheng, the Purple-Clad Marquis.

"Who?" Jiang Ning voiced his doubts.

Just now.

Marquis Zhou Sheng, dressed in purple, had not yet spoken to answer the question.

A voice suddenly rang out from all directions again.

"You've finally come out!"

The voice rang out.

Jiang Ning also saw a light.

A streak of blood-red light pierced the sky in an instant. Boom—

In less than a split second.

The blood-red light pierced the sky, instantly spanning several miles.

Then it pierced through the five-colored pillar of light, passing directly through the figure within it.

A cloud of blood mist rose up, and then the five-colored beam of light emerged once more.

Because it pierced through that figure, it seemed to have consumed a lot of the blood's energy, causing its speed to drop by 70-80%.

The slowdown allowed Jiang Ning to see what the bloody light was.

It was an arrow stained with blood.

Then, Jiang Ning saw another figure suddenly appear in front of the five-colored pillar of light.

His figure was majestic, tall and imposing.

His bare upper body had muscles that resembled mountain ranges.

A powerful aesthetic.

On his back was a large bow.

Clearly, that arrow was shot by this towering man.

"Xiang Yuan, it's you!!" The woman's terrified voice came from the five-colored pillar of light.

"Of course it's me!" The muscular man grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Then, he reached his right arm into the five-colored pillar of light and easily tore it apart.

His large hand landed squarely on the woman's head.

boom! !

There was a loud noise,
The woman's head exploded like a watermelon, turning into a bloody mist.

"Found you!" Xiang Yuan looked up and grinned.

With a swift movement, he appeared within the five-colored pillar of light.

After he entered the five-colored pillar of light.

He reached up with both hands and grabbed at the top of his head, as if he had grasped a door that ordinary people could not see.

"Open!!" Xiang Yuan shouted, his muscles suddenly bulging, each muscle bulging out like a rapidly expanding mountain range.

click-

Along with the sound.

Jiang Ning immediately saw that the void shattered like a mirror, and a gap was constantly growing larger.

Through the gap, he saw the crisscrossing ridges and paths of the fields, and the reflection of the green mountains in the water.

"Found you!" Xiang Yuan grinned again, the muscles in his hands bulging even more noticeably.

As he exerted his power, it seemed as if the heavens and earth were about to be torn apart.

"Your target is Xuan Yuan Cave Heaven!" Yun Shanhe said.

"Master Yun is right!" Zhou Sheng said with a smile.

He didn't know who the visitor was beforehand.

Upon seeing the face of the person who had just arrived, he immediately felt no more worry.

Xiang Yuan.

The third disciple of the contemporary martial arts saint.

A being who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts.

"open!!"

Xiang Yuan shouted again.

Beads of sweat rolled down his body.

The gap in front of him widened even further.

It's about the size of a human head.

"You've gone too far!" Suddenly, an aged sigh came from the boundary between heaven and earth in front of Xiang Yuan.

Upon hearing this voice, Xiang Yuan was immediately taken aback.

"you are still alive?"

"Just barely clinging to life!" the aged voice rang out again.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yuan's expression did not improve; instead, it became even more unpleasant.

"If you want the Heart of the Cave Heaven, go elsewhere!" the aged voice rang out once more.

Subsequently.

Everyone then saw a crystal-clear, jade-like white finger suddenly appear in the air, right in front of Xiang Yuan's forehead.

thump—

A muffled thud was heard, and the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

The heart rate of everyone changed instantly, resonating with the rhythm, and their hearts trembled as well.

next moment.

Then they saw Xiang Yuan seem to have been hit hard and fly backward.

"If we were outside, I would indeed be no match for you with my frail body! But this is my doorstep!" The aged voice rang out again.

Then, a hand emerged from it.

With a swift movement, he grasped Yun Shanhe in his hand like a chick.

As the hand retracted, Yun Shanhe and the hand disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Pah! They ran so fast!" Xiang Yuan returned to the spot he had just been in. Looking ahead, everything was calm again, and there was no longer any sign of anything unusual. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

at this time.

The entrance to Xuan Yuan Blessed Land closed, and the five-colored pillar of light disappeared from everyone's sight.

Xiang Yuan observed it twice, but still couldn't figure it out.

His gaze returned to Zhou Sheng.

next moment.

He flashed and appeared in front of Zhou Sheng.

“King Wu!” Zhou Sheng said respectfully.

Xiang Yuan nodded slightly.

"Today's success is all thanks to you!" After saying that, Xiang Yuan clicked his tongue again: "It's a pity that the old guy from Xuan Yuan Blessed Land is still alive, which caused all our efforts to be in vain."

"King Wu, is that ancestor the one who participated in the War of the Martial Saints back then?" Zhou Sheng asked cautiously.

“That’s right, it’s him!” Xiang Yuan nodded, then added, “I thought he was dead. He hasn’t shown his face for hundreds of years. I never expected that he could survive such injuries!”

"What a pity!" Zhou Sheng said with a regretful expression.

"It is indeed a pity, such a rare opportunity!" Xiang Yuan clicked his tongue again.

"King Wu, what should we do with this Zhixuan Mountain?" Zhou Sheng asked, glancing down below.

"Do whatever you want with it!" Xiang Yuan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Ning again.

"You little brat, come with me!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning was immediately filled with doubt.

He hadn't joined Zhou Sheng and Xiang Yuan's conversation, but by listening from the side, he had roughly understood a lot of it.

Xiang Yuan, also known as the Martial King, is the third disciple of the Martial Saint and a figure who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts in this era.

Through Xiang Yuan's conversation with the old ancestor from Xuan Yuan Blessed Land, he understood even more clearly the purpose of Xiang Yuan's rescue efforts.

The purpose is clearly the Xuan Yuan Blessed Land.

But Xiang Yuan ultimately failed at the last hurdle!
The reason for this is that the ancestor of Xuan Yuan Blessed Land is not dead as Xiang Yuan guessed, but is still alive.

The existence of that ancestor caused Xiang Yuan to return empty-handed.

He also understood why Zhou Sheng had been so confident before.

With such an unimaginably strong person coming to our aid and participating in this operation, how could we not be confident?

At this moment, even the old ancestor of Xuan Yuan Blessed Land dared not confront Xiang Yuan head-on.

With just one strike, he repelled Xiang Yuan, then took Yun Shanhe away and sealed off the passage.

This undoubtedly shows that the old ancestor was afraid of Xiang Yuan.

But at this moment, Xiang Yuan looked like he had something to say to him, which made him extremely puzzled.

Before today, Xiang Yuan had never even met him.

I've never even heard of it.

Only today did I truly get to know Xiang Yuan.

At this moment, Xiang Yuan glanced at Jiang Ning, and just as he was about to leave, he stopped again.

He took the longbow off his back.

Suddenly, a blood-stained red arrow appeared in his hand.

Draw the bowstring and pull it taut, aiming at the buildings on the tip of your middle finger.

collapse--

Xiang Yuan released his grip, and a streak of blood-red light instantly ripped through the sky.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the most magnificent building on Middle Finger Peak was instantly reduced to dust and vanished.

Then the mountain shook violently, and loose rocks rolled and fell continuously.

"The rest is up to you!" he said to Zhou Sheng.

"Yes, King Wu!" Zhou Sheng replied respectfully, then added, "I think it's time for Zhixuan Mountain to become a thing of the past!"

Xiang Yuan nodded without refuting, and then vanished into thin air.

Jiang Ning immediately followed in his footsteps.

(End of this chapter)