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Chapter 253: The Four Palace Masters, a Legend

The old sorcerer pressed his palm on the ground, and the formation he had prepared before was spread out at this moment. Golden lines instantly spread outward with the old man as the center. This was the source of the [Witchcraft Disaster] of the Red Emperor hundreds of years ago.

There is a very targeted restraint on the bloodline of the Red Emperor. The complex golden patterns spread out and turned into yin and yang, eight trigrams, and various complex formations, densely packed, continuing to multiply from one thousand and eighty changes, and finally reaching four thousand three hundred and twenty changes.

The golden formation covered the entire mountain range, and then layer by layer rotated and changed at different angles and directions, stirring the vital energy.

The whale fisherman sat up straighter, looked at the formation, and said:

"Good formation!"

"What hatred!"

He praised in his heart: "This is a formation specially designed for Ji Chengfeng. Just in terms of the performance of this formation, he has surpassed me. I have enough to be proud of." The old sorcerer's white hair was flying, and the original 4,320 games of Qimen Dunjia locked onto a direction.

The man in green robe paced at the other end, walking towards them calmly step by step.

Li Guanyi felt an instinctive sense of terror in his heart, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards. This was completely different from the first time he met Ji Chengfeng. At this moment, there was no sword maniac Murong Longtu by his side, and Ji Chengfeng was already gathering momentum.

At this moment, Ximen Hengrong had already attacked Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi held the halberd in both hands and held the master tightly. The Qilin roared and wanted to open his mouth to spray flames. Both of them burst out with their ultimate skills at the same time.

But at this moment, a hand stretched out from behind Li Guanyi.

Li Guanyi had never noticed the owner of this palm.

The owner of this hand directly grabbed Li Guanyi's wrist, and the other hand grabbed Ximen Hengrong's hand. The power burst out by the two was like being swallowed up by the ocean in an instant, and then this person casually grabbed Li Guanyi and Ximen Hengrong's hands and spread them to both sides.

"What's the point of fighting and making a fuss?"

The voice was quite rough. The big man, who was almost two meters tall in Li Guanyi's sight, had an untidy beard and was unkempt. He didn't even use any martial arts or special skills. He just grabbed their wrists and easily separated the two people who were performing special skills.

Li Guanyi: "Senior is..."

The big man smiled and said, "The Mohist one."

With a shake of his hand, Ximen Hengrong's sixty years of internal energy was shattered. He stretched out his hand and touched Ximen Hengrong's brow with his finger. A stream of light spread out and slid downwards, and the blood control of immortality on Ximen Hengrong's body was interrupted.

Ximen Hengrong's spiritual wisdom was awakened, and his eyes regained clarity.

In just a moment, he recognized the situation and said, "Senior Mo Xie!"

"Li Guanyi?!"

Ximen Hengrong seemed to still have some memory. As soon as he regained his sanity, he asked anxiously, "I have a disciple here, Li Guanyi, how is he now?!"

The young man did not answer. Ximen Hengrong opened his mouth and laughed miserably to himself:

"……do you died?"

The master of the Northern Region of Chen State's hands trembled. "He was born in an ordinary farming family. He joined my martial arts school with more dedication than the children of aristocratic families. That's why I brought him out this time. But he, he died..."

Ximen Hengrong's eyes turned red, and Mo Xie said, "Keep your mind focused!"

"Otherwise you will continue to be influenced by Ji Chengfeng."

Ximen Hengrong looked at the leader of the Mohist School, suddenly loosened his hand, and knelt down heavily, knocking his forehead against the ground. The white-haired old man said in a hoarse voice: "As a teacher, I cannot avenge my disciple, and I also caused his death because of me."

"I accepted his gift of ten pieces of bacon.

"Please, senior, kill Ji Chengfeng, I..."

The blood vessels on Ximen Hengrong's face bulged, and his rich internal energy exploded, and the air around him was distorted. It was obvious that even the Mohist leader could hardly get rid of Ji Chengfeng's control. A distorted feeling appeared on Ximen Hengrong's face.

Ximen Hengrong stood up, and in this last state of consciousness, he ran to the cliff on one side and shouted:
"For warriors like me, life and death should be controlled by our own hands. I don't have the courage to commit suicide, but I don't want to implicate my seniors!" He gathered his internal energy and rushed out of the cliff, letting himself fall off the cliff.

The Motian Sect's strange beast, the Motian Eagle, swooped down and grabbed Ximen Hengrong's shoulder with its sharp claws, trying to lift him up. Ximen Hengrong failed to expel it, so he made up his mind and held the flying eagle in his arms. He gathered his internal energy and fell straight down the thousand-foot cliff like a rock.

But it was lifted up by a Buddha's light and fell to one side.

The short monk with white beard walked slowly.

The whale fisherman raised his eyes slightly: "The monk from the Middle Earth, Mo Xie from the Mohist School, it is rare to see these people take action. It seems that even the Academy, which has always been neutral in the world, can't stand what Ji Chengfeng did."

Mo Xie used a rare heavy sword, as if it was taken out of a sword-making furnace, shapeless, heavy and overbearing. He said to Li Guanyi: "You are Guanyi. My disciples of the Mo family have also told me some of your ideas."

"I'd like to talk to you more afterwards."

"But now, this is no longer your battlefield."

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Li Guanyi, and with just one move, threw Li Guanyi into the air. Li Guanyi's physique and martial arts were like a child's and were of no use at all in front of this big man who looked to be in his forties.

Then Qilin was also picked up and thrown back.

Mo Xie held the sword in his right hand and looked at the green-robed immortal guest: "Ji Chengfeng, the legend in the world, I also want to see it, the so-called martial arts legend, is it really as invincible as the legend says."

Ji Chengfeng raised his eyes, and the energy in the void gathered and transformed into a series of air blades that slashed forward. He already had the aura of a sword maniac, but Mo Xie just laughed: "It's nothing great to use such means."

The heavy giant sword of the Mohist school was swung with great force. The energy it created was like a storm, shaking all directions. Ji Chengfeng's powerful internal energy soared into the sky.

got windy.

Li Guan adjusted his body in the air and landed steadily. He inserted the halberd in his hand into the ground and slid back a dozen steps. The halberd left a hideous mark on the ground. Li Guan took a deep breath and watched the battle situation.

The sky was filled with strong winds and dark clouds were rolling down, making people feel suffocated and unable to breathe. Mo Xie and Ji Chengfeng were fighting. The power of this Mohist giant was terrifying, and wielding his sword was like wielding a mountain.

Li Guanyi felt the ground was shaking slightly.

This is not an illusion.

Ji Chengfeng's martial arts moves were all exquisite and unhurried, and there seemed to be no ripples in his eyes. Li Guanyi could already see the moves of Motian Zong, Qu Zaishi's sword moves, and even Murong Longtu's sword moves.

He learned all these martial arts and then fought against Mo Xie.

A great figure of the Mohist school, and the one with the strongest physical strength among the six masters of the academy.

The moves are simple and unpretentious.

There is absolutely no trace of the bearing of a top master in him.

At this moment, the short monk took action.

The old monk put his hands together, took a step forward, and his whole body was filled with lapis lazuli golden light. As he walked forward, the lapis lazuli golden light spread out in all directions and transformed into a Buddha statue as big as a mountain.

It is a hundred feet high and is made entirely of colored glaze.

The true body of Qilin is just a cat in front of this Buddhist Dharma image.

Li Guanyi looked at the Buddhist image of the old monk. In his opinion, the height was nearly three hundred meters. The light of the glass was transparent, and the golden Buddhist characters were unpredictable. Just moving brought strong winds.

With his hands clasped together, he exudes the majestic and boundless Buddhist aura.

Then, he put his hands together, clasped his fingers together, and clenched his fists like hammers.

hold high!

Twelve wheels of wisdom light appear behind him.

The strong wind dispersed the surrounding clouds.

A golden light appeared in the sky, as if the Buddha really appeared, compassionate and peaceful. Then the movement paused, gathering momentum.

It smashed down towards Ji Chengfeng with great force!
The pair of fists were clenched like hammers, and visible strong winds and waves appeared around them, tearing the void, and the friction produced lightning and fire, and then they smashed down fiercely towards Ji Chengfeng's head!
boom! ! !
There was dead silence for a moment, followed by a huge noise. A gust of air appeared at the end of Li Guanyi's sight, and then expanded in all directions. The gust of air exploded to form a mushroom cloud, which slowly rose upwards.

Li Guanyi's heart was beating loudly.

The Sword Maniac had never fought with all his strength in front of him. This was the first time he saw this world's top individual warrior using all his strength.

The whale fisherman commented: "It's a wake-up call from the Buddhist Arhat Long Fist."

"The most basic Buddhist boxing and kicking skills, but when used by this old monk, they are indeed extraordinary."

The Living Buddha of Middle-earth was pacing.

"Ji Chengfeng, you bewitched the Buddhist sect and pursued the [Buddha in the Flesh], and even the Buddhist disciples. You beat the monks and believers into living stakes, pierced their genitals with a large awl, nailed them to a lotus platform, poured copper oil on them, and made a Buddha statue out of their flesh."

"It is said that he is not dead."

"It is said that the body is the Buddha."

"That day, I killed 373 followers of the Buddha in the flesh, and wiped out the entire Buddhist sect. Today, you, the last one -"

The Buddhist image opened its eyes.

His eyes are wide open, and he has three heads and six arms, which makes him the wrathful Vajra King.

The golden flames burned and melted the mountain next to it. The Dharma Image stretched out his hand and slowly pulled it out. The rocks gathered together and turned into an incomparably huge demon-subduing pestle. The old monk's eyes widened with anger and he said:

"You deserve to be liberated!"

The blow that shook the earth just now could not hurt Ji Chengfeng. Ji Chengfeng was in the air, facing the joint forces of Mo Xie and the Living Buddha at the same time, but he was still quite ethereal. Suddenly, the sound of a piano rang out, and white snow fell from the sky.

Every piece of white snow turns into a silver thread.

Countless silver threads fell from the sky, each hundreds of feet long, and directly tied up Ji Chengfeng. Ji Chengfeng was unable to move. White cranes were circling in the sky, and a white-haired female Taoist sat cross-legged on the white cranes, with a whisk in her hand hanging down three thousand feet.

The whale fisherman raised his eyes slightly and said:
"Ancient road with west wind, plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow, Taoist school, Su Yue Zhenren."

"This kid is quite impressive."

The female innate moved her wrist, and a faint frost appeared on the whisk, which tightly controlled Ji Chengfeng. Mo Xie laughed, and with his sword against the ground, he rushed towards Ji Chengfeng at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. The living Buddha on the side also made a move.

The huge Buddhist statue as big as a mountain smashed down with the devil-subduing pestle.

Ji Chengfeng in green robe had no expression on her face.

Just looked at Li Guanyi calmly.

There were only words in the records of the World's Number One Building, but when facing him at this moment, he felt a terrifying sense of oppression that was hard to describe. Suddenly, there was a cold sword energy, and the three ultimate skills all fell.

There was a crisscross of sword energy, sweeping across Changshengke's body.

An old man in a dark Confucian robe walked out holding a sword.

In his left hand he held a wine jug, and in his right hand he held a broad, blunt sword.

He murmured peacefully, "Can the hatred of ten generations still be avenged?"

"Even if it lasts for a hundred generations, it's fine!"

Ji Chengfeng behind him was cut into four parts and fell to the ground with a bang.

The whale fisherman stood up and said calmly, "Gongyang Suwang, the sword of [virtue] among the three divine weapons of Confucianism: [virtue], [benevolence], and [righteousness]."

Li Guanyi watched as the four palace masters joined forces and cut Ji Chengfeng into four parts in an instant. He breathed a sigh of relief and was in a trance for a moment. He asked, "Is it over?"

The whale fisherman asked, "End?"

He sneered, "What are you talking about?"

Li Guan was slightly startled, but saw that the four palace masters did not lower their guard because Ji Chengfeng was killed. Instead, they each held a magic weapon and stared at the green-robed guest who was killed. In just a moment, the green-robed guest who was divided into four suddenly changed!
Sword energy, knife light, fists, and legs all came out at the same time.

The four palace masters all took out their weapons. The soaring divine charm exploded in all directions, and the air waves in front of him distorted his vision. Li Guan saw that there was another person in front of him. The whale fisherman was standing in front of him and Yaoguang. He stretched out his right hand, and the distorted air waves in front of him calmed down.

Li Guanyi didn't have time to thank him. When he saw the battle situation over there, his face changed slightly.

Four Ji Chengfeng!
Ji Chengfeng's body, which was cut into four pieces, shattered and turned into pure vitality, and then reorganized into four Ji Chengfengs, one of whom fought with Mo Xie with a fist, and one of whom held a sword and used Murong Longtu's swordsmanship against King Gongyang Su.

Zhenren Su Yue, the Living Buddha of the Central Earth, both have an opponent.

Li Guanyi's back was soaked with sweat as he watched: "This, this!"

The whale fisherman asked, "Why is it called a legend?"

"Of course it is because, in the eyes of ordinary people, the legendary means are no different from those of gods. You don't think that in the record of the world's number one building, Jian Kuang suppressed Ji Chengfeng, which means that Ji Chengfeng is weak, right?"

"The sword maniac suppresses Ji Chengfeng."

"It can only represent the strength of the sword maniac."

The four Ji Chengfengs were fighting, and the four palace masters each used their unique skills, but they could only suppress them. At this moment, the old sorcerer's formation changed again, and the bamboo flute tied with a red rope on Li Guanyi's waist suddenly trembled.

Then it broke free from Li Guanyi's waist, and with a dragon's roar, it turned into a green dragon and flew into the sky, disappearing in an instant. Li Guanyi looked and saw the bamboo flute circling and spinning, slowly falling down, and was grasped by a white hand.

The whale fisherman walked slowly forward, his left hand behind his back and his right hand pointing like a sword.

The voice was pure and calm, without any arrogance or arrogance:

"You two, stand back."

He said to Li Guanyi and Yaoguang.

The earth trembled, and the four palace masters fought against Ji Chengfeng's incarnation of vitality, but the fallen rocks and gravel suddenly seemed to lose weight and flew into the sky, and finally even the mountains flew up.

The Gongsun family fortress was shaking, and finally, of the surrounding mountains, only the Gongsun family and a part of the rocks below remained, forming a fortress supported by pillars, while the rest of the rocks and everything else gathered together.

It transformed into an incomparably huge rock dragon.

It is hundreds of feet high and who knows how long it is, with jagged rocks like sculptures or scrolls. The sleeves of a green robe are fluttering, and a white finger lightly touches the dragon's eyes, and the rock dragon's pupils lighten with a hint of life.

The man in green robe stood on the dragon's head, his hair on the temples was gray, his hands were white and slender, he played the bamboo flute, the sound was clear and melodious, adding the finishing touch to the rock dragon, giving it life, and then he stepped on the dragon and came with a calm demeanor.

Many disciples of the Gongsun family were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

With such means and abilities, can martial arts in the world reach such a realm?

The whale fisherman said, "...Sure enough, this guy is also preparing."

“Only the swordsmanship of a swordsman that is so fast that people can’t react can force Ji Chengfeng to not use his real skills.” King Gongyang Su laughed and said, “Everyone, take action!”

The leader of the Confucian sect, who had just been entangled with Ji Chengfeng's incarnation, chopped Ji Chengfeng's incarnation into pieces with a few swords, and the other three did the same thing.

The woman riding the white crane took back the whisk in her hand.

Then he shook it, and the silk thread of the whisk fell three thousand feet down, binding a barren mountain.

"rise!"

The mountain was directly pulled up!
Smash down towards the rock dragon.

A great figure of Mohism, a living Buddha in China, and King Gongyang Su.

They all took the mountains and smashed down with a loud bang. Four barren mountains occupied the four directions and trapped Ji Chengfeng, who was playing the bamboo flute, in them. Then they each took their positions. The image behind Master Su Yue turned into a bright moon, the Living Buddha was the Wrathful King of Wisdom, the leader of the Mohist school was only a vast sky, and Gongyang Su Wang was only a simple and ancient master.

They all seem to have the sky above their heads and the earth under their feet, making their own decisions.

The voice may be desolate, cold, calm, or compassionate.

"Four Symbols Sealing Spirits!"

The vital energy suddenly gathered and surged, which was quite magnificent.

Layer upon layer of formations appeared, using the [Four Symbols Soul Sealing Formation] created by Si Wei. It was just an ordinary formation, but it was enough to suppress the Qilin. This time, four of the world's top masters, people from the three religions, used it personally.

Confucianism, Mohism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

The Four Symbols seal the spirits!

Ji Chengfeng flew into the air to fight with him, his moves were so domineering that the formation could not suppress the man in green robe for a while. The four clones were killed by the four palace masters. But at this moment, Li Guanyi saw that when the four palace masters opened the formation, the four clones that were killed actually slowly dispersed.

Transformed into eight Ji Chengfeng.

Is this really a human martial art?
Li Guanyi:
"Great Grandfather, are we just going to suppress these monsters all the way?"

Gongyang Suwang used sword to fight against Ji Chengfeng's incarnation. He was still calm and could control the formation, but Zhenren Su Yue and Juzi Mo Xie were struggling. Gongyang Suwang held the sword, facing four people alone, and set up the formation with one hand, but he was still calm.

Among all the three religions and nine schools of thought, only Confucianism is the king who can win people over with etiquette.

The situation was turbulent, and Li Guanyi suspected that even if there were tens of thousands of soldiers, it would be difficult for them to participate in this battlefield. It would require tens of thousands of top-notch troops and master-level generals to be in control to be qualified to step into this battle.

The four palace masters were in a tie with the martial arts legend.

Li Guanyi suddenly realized it.

He tried his best, relying on the power of Changshengke and the Qilin power at the peak of the sixth level, but he could only hold back Ximen Hengrong, the Grandmaster of the Northern Territory of the State of Chen; and only when Ximen Hengrong and Kou Yulie joined forces could they tie with old man Chen Chengbi, who was among the top ten Grandmasters in the world.

But the Palace Master of the Academy is probably even higher than old man Chen Chengbi.

Even for a martial arts legend who is not in his prime, it would take four palace master-level experts to tie and defeat him.

Then the world's top warrior appeared clearly in Li Guanyi's eyes.

He had a strong desire for his own skills.

At the same time, he instinctively wondered how many elite troops he would need to lead to participate in a battle of this level? Fifty thousand, or a hundred thousand? !

The Grand Master of Ying State, who was himself a legend in martial arts, led thousands of soldiers and horses, and it took the joint efforts of the Duke of Taiping in his prime, the Regent, Xiao Wuliang, and Yue Pengwu to defeat him. If this divine general was supported by a million soldiers under his command, how powerful and magnificent would his moves be?
Li Guanyi felt fear and yearning at the same time.

A person's fear of reaching the peak of a warrior and a peak of a divine general, as well as his yearning and pleasure for fighting this divine general in this life.

And a hint of incredibleness.

When facing such oppression, what did Chen Dingye think about taking action against his father, Duke Taiping, and General Yue?
Is there something wrong with this person's brain?

Li Guanyi couldn't understand why some people in the world were so short-sighted.

Even if the country is in danger, the first priority is to maintain the stability of his throne.

This battle has completely surpassed the understanding of ordinary people in the world.

Everyone knows that they are not even qualified to watch closely.

The surrounding strong wind is enough to tear flesh and blood apart.

The white-haired old sorcerer's eyes suddenly lit up. He slowly raised a sword. The sword was covered with layers of golden marks. The only weakness of Ji Chengfeng, which was deduced from the 4,320 rounds of the formation, had been discovered.

The old warlock silently stood up and trudged towards the battle.

Li Guanyi was dazzled by what he saw. Seeing this, his expression changed slightly. He hesitated for a moment, then rode over on the Qilin and said, "Senior."

The silver-haired girl wanted to move forward upon seeing this, but was stopped by the whale fisherman.

The whale fisherman's eyes were full of appreciation: "Don't go."

"A man has his own things to do, and a man is one who keeps his word."

The sorcerer looked at Li Guanyi and said, "You..."

Li Guanyi said, "When I invited you here, I said there would be a chance to kill Ji Chengfeng. At the very least, I would help you to end his immortality. Now is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

He drove Qilin forward and said softly:
"I know a little bit about the Four Symbols Soul Sealing Formation."

"Li Guanyi will clear a path for you to enter this formation."

Li Guanyi asked the old man to ride on the Qilin as well, and then the Qilin stepped on fire and fought forward, with the aftermath spreading in all directions. When Li Guanyi was fighting with Hou Zhongyu, he learned Hou Zhongyu's understanding of the Four Symbols Soul Sealing Formation from the latter's control.

But I didn't expect that such an understanding would take effect at this moment.

Hou Zhongyu killed his teacher in order to avoid death.

An old sorcerer who gave up his immortality to avenge his disciple.

The sorcerer who was expelled during the Witchcraft Rebellion is going to kill the last bloodline of the emperor.

Fate seemed to complete a fatalistic closed loop at this moment. Li Guanyi and the power of Qilin led the old sorcerer into the formation of the four palace masters. He saw that even in this situation, Ji Chengfeng remained calm.

There was no trace of fear on that face, it was as cold as ice.

The four palace masters, with all their unique skills, were able to tie with Ji Chengfeng while setting up the formation. Ji Chengfeng's martial arts had reached the level of a grandmaster, and only a great sword master like Jian Kuang, who was unprecedented and unrivaled, could make him show a flaw.

"If there is no flaw, there is no way to get through..."

Li Guanyi's martial arts level told him that at this moment Ji Chengfeng's body was harmonious and integrated, with yin and yang flowing and endless life. He seemed defenseless, but with his own and the old sorcerer's means, they would be killed if they got close to him.

At this moment, Ji Chengfeng's body suddenly paused.

Far outside the northern border.

This is outside the border between the Turks and the Ying State. There is a place called the [Five Lotus Pond Volcanoes], which has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. The scenery is magnificent and beautiful. A volcano erupted once in the era of General Xue and Chen Baxian.

That volcanic eruption lasted for two years.

Originally, it was a place of death where absolutely no one would come.

However, on the Five Lotus Ponds Volcano, an old man with messy white hair climbed up, his nose and face bruised, hugging one arm, and sneered: "Humph, humph, hahahahahaha, beat me, beat me?!"

"I'm going to show you, old man."

"If I throw you into this volcanic pool that has existed for 800,000 years, I wonder if I can break your perfection!" The broken arm seemed to have discovered something, and it changed instinctively and began to extend. In just three breaths, an arm, a shoulder, and half of the body appeared.

Old Siming placed one hand on Ji Chengfeng's body:

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

"The prosperity of the world is just a dream, so why not let it all go back?"

The old Siming lowered his eyes, solemn and compassionate.

Then throw this thing away.

Raise your right leg and shoot hard!
His face looked ferocious.

Leave you!

The old man's right eye was swollen, and he raised his middle finger.

He spat at it and cursed loudly:
"Ahem!"

"Die! Ji Chengfeng!"

(End of this chapter)