Zongwu: The Rise of the Little People

"Hahaha!"

Bi Xuan laughed out loud.

Standing not far from Zhao Xu.

His eyes were blazing with rage, and his domineering fighting spirit was evident.

"After so many years of dominating the Sui Dynasty, finally there appears a rival worthy of a fight!"

After saying this, Bi Xuanyan’s yang energy soared into the sky, an invisible aura unfolded, and the heaven and earth seemed to have turned into a huge furnace.

At the same time, the Moon Wolf Spear in his hand was covered with a layer of scorching red flames, and a hint of light golden energy was faintly visible at the tip of the spear.

Over the years, his opponents have always been the same few, and now there is a newcomer, Zhao Xu, and Bi Xuan is very happy.

"Boom!"

As his power continued to grow, the surface of Bi Xuan's bronze skin kept changing, and finally a layer of magma-colored scales vaguely emerged.

Obviously, his body has been well polished and has shown signs of transcending the mundane world and developing a special golden body.

"boom!"

At this moment, Bi Xuan was like a god of war standing in the flames, raising his arm and wielding his spear, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at Zhao Xu.

In the distance, Yan Huifeng's eyes were shining with admiration. In his heart and even in the hearts of most grassland people, his master Bi Xuan was a god, an invincible god of war.

The spear is invincible, piercing through heaven and earth and locking onto the opponent.

In the distance, many accomplished martial artists felt their hearts tighten at this moment.

The supreme grandmaster has a mind that connects the heavens and the earth. Even if he has no intention, he will still be affected within a certain range, which is unavoidable.

The pressure Zhao Xu felt at this moment was no less than when he faced Song Que.

Bi Xuan's artistic conception is inferior, but his physical body is strong, and his fighting power is not inferior despite the ups and downs.

At this moment, Zhao Xu responded tit for tat, gathering his strength and concentrating his sword energy on the tip of the sword. A ray of bright white sword light, purer and more stunning than moonlight, suddenly appeared.

"Kill, Agushuaya!"

Bi Xuan let out a long roar.

Standard spear attack.

A spear pierced straight forward, flames filled the sky, mountains were split, rocks were cracked, and the sky and earth were pierced through!

This attack was unstoppable, full of energy and extremely domineering.

Among the many supreme masters of the Great Sui Dynasty, only Bi Xuan, with his extraordinary skills of Yan Yang and peerless spear techniques, could launch such an offensive.

Faced with such a powerful attack, most peerless masters would choose to dodge or resolve it.

However, Zhao Xu was different from ordinary people. He went forward to fight back and stabbed out with his sword.

"Nine Suns in the Sky!"

The sun blesses, and the battle is fierce.

"Ding!"

The two of them collided with each other, and only a tiny sound was made.

The next moment, the silver and light golden light became extremely dazzling.

Then, a sharp and powerful force like a thread, carrying with it a scorching heat, spread out between heaven and earth.

Everything it touches turns to dust.

The four supreme grand masters once again displayed their divine power and powerfully eliminated everything.

After a long time, the heat in the air gradually dissipated.

Zhao Xu was the only one left on the field.

Bi Xuan had retreated silently to his disciples' side.

The high temperature burned the place where the two men were standing into glass.

The robes of both men were somewhat burnt at this moment.

The long sword in Zhao Xu's hand was shaking and making continuous sounds.

His sword intent continued to rise, and had reached a point where he was just one step away from the final blow.

Many peerless masters have seen this.

They all turned their eyes to the peerless swordsman, Fu Cailin.

Holding the Yi sword, Fu Cailin took a step forward, crossed the distance in an instant, and appeared not far from Zhao Xu.

"Let me give you a hand!"

"Thank you!"

A brief conversation between the swordsmen, showing a tacit understanding.

Fu Cailin is a person who pursues perfection. He pursues martial arts and explores the mysteries of life throughout his life.

Among the three supreme grand masters, his starting point should be considered the lowest.

Bi Xuan had a fortuitous encounter. He was once lost in the desert and accidentally came across a desert temple, where he practiced the Yan Yang miraculous skill.

Ning Daoqi was born in the Central Plains and carries on the Taoist heritage, needless to say.

Fu Cailin's martial arts skills are the result of years of collection and comprehension.

It is a culmination of the Central Plains, the Western Regions, and Goryeo.

He was a cardinal and created the Nine Profound Arts and the Yi Sword Technique. He was a powerful figure in the Sui Dynasty and was as famous as Bi Xuan and Ning Daoqi.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Cailin disappeared silently.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhao Xu, with the sword in his hand unsheathed, stabbing at a flaw on Zhao Xu's body.

Zhao Xu shook the sword in his hand and quickly blocked it.

"Ding ding ding..."

Soon, the two of them were like swordsmen who had just started practicing martial arts, fighting back and forth with exquisite sword moves and continuously attacking.

During the attack and defense, there was no trace of the style of a supreme grandmaster who could destroy cities and capture strongholds.

As time goes by, the power of sword intent gradually increases.

Fu Cailin's swordplay is famous throughout the world. It is like playing chess. Man plays with sword, and sword plays with man.

When the two men clashed, Zhao Xu was like a prey entangled in a spider web, feeling suffocated.

The sword technique of Yi is to anticipate the enemy's moves.

Sword moves are like chess moves. You defeat the enemy first. You will know what is happening before the enemy makes a move.

Fu Cailin's energy allows him to see through his opponent's weaknesses at all times and always take the initiative.

No one is perfect, and no strategy is perfect.

Even a swordsman like Zhao Xu, whose sword power was about to reach perfection, could still be spotted by Fu Cailin when he made some moves.

He transformed himself into a blacksmith, and Zhao Xu was the blank containing impurities.

Gradually, Zhao Xu's moves became more and more perfect, until Fu Cailin could not find any flaws.

At the beginning, the sword shines sharply, with dots of cold light, covering the opponent while being able to save itself in time, and the sound of weapons clashing continues.

Then, the sword energy was running wild, from being violent and disordered to being a tiny bit of sword energy, which he controlled at will and with ease.

Finally, there was a collision of sharp swords.

In this way, layer after layer, the level of sword intent between the two men continued to rise.

It is said that swordsmen are lonely.

Fu Cailin's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle in the country.

Throughout the Sui Dynasty, there was no one who could discuss swordsmanship with him.

Fu Cailin intends to help Zhao Xu and take his sword skills to the next level.

Therefore, the fight between the two now is completely different from the previous one-move agreement.

When the sword intent reaches the level of sword aura, its power is incomparable.

Ning Daoqi and three others flew into the sky and unleashed their might, confining the destruction to a small area.

Destruction can be prevented, but the influence of artistic conception cannot be completely erased.

Jingnian Zen Temple.

The Sekong Sword in Fan Qinghui's hand was affected by the extremely powerful sword intent and was shaking continuously.

There was no one beside her, and she said:

"Fu Cailin has taken action!"

Fan Qinghui nodded.

"Song Que and Bi Xuan just made a move, and the movement was obvious."

"At this moment, this extremely powerful sword intent can only come from Fu Cailin!"

In the bamboo forest, Zhao Xu, this rough piece of work, was almost completely polished into shape.

Fu Cailin's sword intent was fully activated, constantly suppressing Zhao Xu's sword intent.

The swords of both sides collided, and they continued to fight for control of heaven and earth.

The area controlled by the four supreme masters has been turned into a wasteland by the spreading sword energy.

All the grass, trees and green bamboos turned into ashes.

Soon, Zhao Xu's sword intent was defeated and compressed into a corner.

As time passed, Zhao Xu could clearly feel the continuous improvement of his swordsmanship.

At the critical point, constantly approaching a breakthrough.

"Closer, closer..."

His face was calm and his heart was not disturbed. While resisting the powerful oppression, he carefully comprehended the exquisite sword intent of the other party and constantly improved himself.

a moment.

Zhao Xu felt his heart suddenly tremble.

"boom!"