Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

"Cousin, what are you doing? Why do you keep getting beaten?!"

Baili Dongjun saw that Wen Yanzhao was just passively using his protective energy to resist the attacks of the two men, but did not fight back.

The originally strong and powerful Qi became thinner and thinner, and within a few breaths, it was as thin as a cicada's wing.

"We'll all die sooner or later, what's the point of resistance?" Someone among the Zhuge brothers said coldly.

The two figures were like ghosts and kept hitting Wen Yanzhao with their palms, and the layer of energy also continued to ripple!

"Have you had enough? Now it's my turn!"

Wen Yanzhao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly let out a low growl, and then an aura that was impossible to look directly at emanated from his body!

Ye Dingzhi, Wang Yixing and Yin Luoxia were all shocked at the same time. Naturally, they could understand the gap between different realms better than Baili Dongjun, who had just entered the Vajra Mortal Realm.

Ye Dingzhi looked at Wen Yanzhao in disbelief as he was still using his protective Qi to fend off the enemy head-on, muttering:

"How is it possible? How could he... be at the same level as Master?"

Wang Yihang's reaction was exactly the same as Ye Dingzhi's: "Master is a great man, he is only seventeen years old... This is impossible!"

The brothers Zhuge Wucai and Zhuge Wucheng were also shocked. The aura and surging sword intent emanating from Wen Yanzhao were no longer the same as before!

With the help of the formation, they briefly climbed to the pseudo half-step divine journey, which was completely different from Wen Yanzhao's current real half-step divine journey.

Wen Yanzhao finally opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and then said with a rather contemptuous tone:

"Thank you both for the full body acupressure massage just now!"

When Zhuge Wucai and Wucheng looked at Wen Yanzhao's eyes again, they were as deep as a thousand-foot-deep blue lake, and his pupils had turned a terrifying green.

At first glance, there is a sense of enchantment that one is sinking into, as if seeing an unfathomable abyss...

"How could he..."

Zhuge Wucheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words. He had been roaming the Northern Territory for decades, but he had never seen such a strange technique before!

Now, only Wen Yanzhao himself knows that during this period of time, he has exchanged almost all of his remaining fame for poisons and toxic substances that are hard to find in the mortal world.

Every night when everything is quiet, he would condense and refine all kinds of poisons in his body alone!

Afterwards, he used the skills and medicinal wine passed down to him by the Confucian Immortal to carry out the final refining in the body of the big meat worm Juding Duyin, and finally obtained the emerald green pill - Yonghe Poison.

Of course, the name was given by the system, and Wen Yanzhao was also rewarded with a considerable amount of fame.

These were the things that happened on the eve of the big exam when Baili Dongjun followed Ji Ruofeng to practice the Autumn Water Art every night.

"Luckily you helped clear all my meridians. Otherwise, after I swallowed this poison, it would take several hours for it to take effect!"

Wen Yanzhao blinked his green eyes and smiled at Wuzu Shuangzun.

The Zhuge Wucai brothers only vaguely guessed that Wen Yanzhao relied on the pill to take a step into the half-step spiritual journey.

He didn't realize that the fierce attack from his two men actually helped him to complete the finishing touch!

"So what if I'm half a step into the divine world? My brother and I want to see which is stronger, the cultivation level enhanced by the power of medicine or my formation!"

Zhuge Wucheng's expression was distorted and terrifying. The two brothers were already in tune with each other. Seeing his brother using all his internal energy to fight to the death with Wen Yanzhao, Zhuge Wucai did not hesitate and also used all his internal energy...

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, raised their arms, moved their feet slightly, and flashed in front of Wen Yanzhao, raising their hands like a king covering his head, and went straight to his face!

Wen Yanzhao performed the Dao of Selflessness with his left hand, transforming into forty-two seemingly substantial human figures. At the same time, he controlled the sword with Qi and collided with the two Wuzuos!

The attack from Wuzuo Shuangzun with all his strength was extremely powerful.

When the sword and palm power collided, dark clouds rolled in from the sky and bursts of purple lightning appeared. As the three Half-Step Divine Wandering masters clashed, the shops and buildings on both sides of the street were completely razed to the ground!

Dark clouds covered the bright full moon in the sky, and the streets that were once as bright as moonlight suddenly fell into darkness...

In this instant, all the forty-two human figures that Wen Yanzhao had just transformed were retracted, and even Wen Yanzhao's original body disappeared...

After the blow, Zhuge Wucai gasped and his chest rose and fell: "Where is that kid?"

Zhuge Wucheng waved his sleeves and dispersed all the dust that had just been stirred up. Seeing that Wen Yanzhao had disappeared, he laughed wildly and said, "So what if he was only half a step away from the divine world? He was still turned into dust by my two brothers' palms!"

The two brothers were happy, but they didn't know what was happening outside.

In the Sword Pavilion four or five miles away from Tianqi City, thousands of swords vibrated, making rustling sounds, and then all flew out and rushed towards the street where Wen Yanzhao was...

"Swipe!"

Outside this street, warriors and pedestrians who wore swords drew their swords out of their sheaths...

"Zheng!"

In the armory three or four miles away, the swords used by ordinary soldiers seemed to have grown wings and broke through the wall...

Even the Zhenwu swords of Bu Ranchen and Ye Dingzhi beside Baili Dongjun could not be restrained and flew out of their sheaths!

"Qiang!", "Qiang!"

These swords seemed to have received some summons, hissing and trembling, and one after another flew into the sky above this street!

They are like pilgrims, going to worship the saint in their hearts!

Before Zhuge Wucheng could be happy for long, he saw thousands of swords of different shapes and lengths suddenly gathered in the sky!

At this moment, Li Changsheng suddenly opened his sleepy eyes, and he also felt the majestic sword intent emanating from Wen Yanzhao!

"Good boy, there is something!" Li Changsheng leaned over and looked. Countless swords had gathered on the street here, all suspended in the air, waiting for Wen Yanzhao to give orders!

"Brother, this... is impossible! How could there be someone in the world with such a strong swordsmanship?!" Zhuge Wucai felt vaguely uneasy.

"That's okay. With the formation here, what is there to be afraid of?" Zhuge Wucheng remained unmoved.

"Really? Then let you die knowingly. Watch carefully how I break your crappy formation!"

As soon as Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the bright moonlight shining in the center of the street.

Wen Yanzhao, who had just used the invisibility technique to hide himself, also appeared as the shadows faded away.

Just now, in order to summon all the swords, he used the skill of the Chengying Sword to hide his figure.

At this moment, thousands of swords stand in a row, waiting for the sword master to give orders!

"No self, no more, no more swords! Go—"

Wen Yanzhao gathered all his internal strength in his right hand, and used the sword technique of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin. All the swords floating in the sky were aimed at the two Zhuge brothers!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

……

The Qi Men Dun Jia formation was indeed mysterious, but it began to break down and become ineffective under the ruthless piercing of tens of thousands of swords!

The protective qi of the two Zhuge brothers could only delay their death under the constant bombardment of Wanjian Guizong.

As the last few swords of the Immortal Palace pierced through their bodies, the Zhuge brothers finally died under thousands of flying swords!

[System: Congratulations to the host for killing two pseudo-half-step divine masters and gaining fame! ]

[System: Congratulations to the host, your realm has been elevated to the Half-Step Divine Wandering Realm, shocking the world and gaining fame! ]

"Half-step Divine Wandering, nothing more than that!"

Wen Yanzhao waved his hand, and all the blood-stained swords returned to their original positions!

The system prompt sounded in his mind, and Wen Yanzhao couldn't suppress the smile. The rare poisons he had exchanged before almost emptied his family's savings.

Today's battle can be said to have made a lot of money!

"Good boy, this move is very cool, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, what a good name! But... in my opinion, it's better to call for the swords!"

Li Changsheng's laughter and voice sounded behind Wen Yanzhao. He looked at Wen Yanzhao's back and nodded slightly.

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(That’s all for today! Have a rest early and continue tomorrow…)

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