Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

Xuan Ming shook his head and said, "Golden Bell Cover is originally my Shaolin martial arts. Since you have practiced Golden Bell Cover, it is only natural for you to share your experience in practicing it.

But you still need to go back to Shaolin with me to be questioned. To prevent Shaolin martial arts from being passed on to outsiders, you should concentrate on worshipping Buddha in Shaolin from now on."

Jiang Weichen shook his head and said, "I don't believe in Buddha, I only believe in myself and the knife in my hand.

You want me to sit there and wait for you to interrogate and imprison me? Impossible."

"If you are unwilling, in order to prevent the Shaolin secrets from being passed on to outsiders, I will have no choice but to abolish your martial arts and take you back to Shaolin."

Jiang Weichen's face darkened, and he laughed loudly, "How dare you abolish my martial arts, Baldy, you are at the seventh level of the Golden Bell Cover, and I am at the eighth level.

Who gave you the courage to say this? The Buddha? Or the fifty or sixty misfits behind you?

As soon as Jiang Weichen said this, Xuanming and everyone who came here all looked unhappy.

Yao Bodang said sternly, "Alliance Leader Jiang, don't think you can be so arrogant just because you defeated some Nan Murong.

What is Nan Murong? He is famous in Jiangnan, but I am also famous in the northwest.

In my eyes, Yao Bodang, Nan Murong is nothing."

"That's right. Qiao Feng in the north and Murong in the south, a Khitan dog and a Xianbei whose nation was destroyed. They can become famous only because we didn't intervene."

"Alliance Leader Jiang, if you are wise, hand over the martial arts of our respective sects, abandon your own martial arts, disband the Supreme Alliance, and imprison yourself in Shaolin with Master Xuanming.

Otherwise, today will be the day you die, and also the day your Supreme Alliance will be destroyed."

"........."

Jiang Weichen looked at this group of bastards who didn't have much strength but were invincible in their talk. Did they want him to compromise?

Jiang Weichen took off the Immortal-Slaying Sword, looked at it and murmured: The sword lives because of blood, but since it was forged, I haven't used it to kill anyone. It's my fault.

Over the past six months, Jiang Weichen has been constantly nurturing the Sword, but he has only managed to make the sword energy emitted by the Immortal-Slaying Sword more condensed. However, the connection between the sword soul and the sword body has not been strengthened.

When Jiang Weichen looked up again, there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Looking at the fifty or sixty people on the square below, he said, "I did have some opportunities and read some martial arts secrets.

But I haven't seen some of the martial arts you guys are proposing. Are you trying to take advantage of someone else's misfortune? Are you worthy?

Do you think that with the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin leading the charge, you can make me compromise?"

Jiang Weichen finished speaking and shouted, "I'll give you one last chance. Either get out or die, Xuanming Baldy. I still have the same conditions as before.

If you continue to be aggressive, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Everyone in the square looked at each other in bewilderment. Xuanming was still a little confused after being called a bald donkey in public.

Shaolin is the leader of the martial arts world. Who dares to call them a bald donkey in front of them?

Xuan Ming, who was already in a bad mood at the time, shouted sternly, "How dare you! Are you going to make an enemy of all the Buddhist disciples in the world?"

Jiang Weichen didn't reply. He was defeated by Murong Bo before and let him capture Tian Xiao.

Jiang Weichen, who was already full of anger, needed to vent.

Now these people come to his house arrogantly and force him. Do they really think he has no temper?

Asking him to surrender is the same as asking him to commit suicide. If you want my life, then we'll see who dies first.

"Since you choose to die, I will grant your wish."

After Jiang Weichen finished speaking, he moved and jumped over more than ten steps.

Jiang Weichen appeared in front of the crowd like a ghost, and with a wave of the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand, a sharp sword energy shot out instantly.

Among the fifty or sixty people in the square, only a few leaders were in the innate realm, and the others were all in the acquired realm.

Yao Bodang and several other innate people who were at the front were shocked the moment they saw the sword energy.

Yao Bodang immediately used his lightness skills to dodge.

Baili Fulong didn't believe it and swung his sword to block, but the sword was directly cut off by the knife energy, and then his head slipped off.

Sha Wanli was unable to dodge and was cut in half by the diagonal sword energy.

Then the sword energy met Xuanming, and Xuanming activated the Golden Bell Cover to defend himself.

With a clang sound, the golden bell cover was broken, leaving a one-inch cut on the body.

At this time, the sword energy had just slowly dissipated, but the residual power still killed more than a dozen Houtian in the back row.

These people were at a low level and couldn't even see the sword energy. After several innate people in the front row gave way or died, it was too late for them to hide.

Anyone who is hit by the remaining sword energy will either be crippled or die.

"How is this possible? You can actually use your sword to create such a concentrated sword energy? Man and sword become one?

No, it's impossible. Even if the sword and the human are united, it's impossible to be so condensed. You are hiding your strength. You are a master! "

Although Xuanming Jinzhongzhao has only been cultivated to the seventh level, his Qi realm has reached the late stage of the innate realm.

Xuan Ming was injured by a sword energy, and everyone was horrified. Xuan Ming, who was at the late Xiantian stage and the seventh level of the Golden Bell Cover, couldn't even withstand the opponent's sword energy? How could the others who were at the early Xiantian stage resist?

As Xuanming's words came out, everyone was shocked again, Grandmaster?

run! !

This was the only thought in the minds of the remaining forty-odd people.

A blade of energy instantly killed two innate beings and more than ten acquired beings.

At the moment of their death, Jiang Weichen felt the Immortal-Slaying Sword getting excited.

The sword spirit in his mind was spinning rapidly, with a hint of blood on it.

The knife in his hand actually began to tremble slightly for the first time, and a feeling of excitement was transmitted to his mind through the knife spirit.

Jiang Weichen looked at the Immortal-Slaying Sword. No matter how he mobilized the sword spirit, he could not make the sword body tremble.

It turns out that only by killing people and drinking blood can the connection be strengthened.

Weapons were created to kill people from the very beginning; perhaps that is the meaning of their existence.

Chapter 213: Sword Soul Mutation

Jiang Weichen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his figure flashed, leaving a trail of afterimages. He first caught up with Dewey, who was running the fastest, and cut him into a human stick with a few cuts.

Just now, a sword energy killed two innates. When a person dies, his energy dissipates. What a waste.

Afterwards, he caught up with Yao Bodang, who was frightened by the dead, and cut him into a human stick.

The same thing happened to the leaders of the Tianshan Sect, Qingcheng Sect and other sects.

After dealing with Xiantian, Jiang Weichen no longer held back and swung out a series of sword energies.

"Ah~"

"Have mercy~"

"Forgive me, I don't want the martial arts secret book anymore."

"..."

Two minutes later, only a few people and Xuanming were still alive in the square, and the rest were all broken into pieces.

For a moment, the square was filled with blood.

The moment Xuan Ming was stopping the bleeding and applying medicine, all his teammates died, which made him extremely shocked.

Turning around and looking at the scattered limbs and blood on the ground, Xuan Ming pointed at Jiang Weichen with trembling hands and said:

"Devil, how dare you kill like this? How dare you do this to me? I am the head monk of the Dharma Academy."

Jiang Weichen looked at Xuanming, the only one who was still intact, and said, "I have just entered the seventh level of the Golden Bell Cover, and none of the thirty-six major acupoints have been opened yet.

Who gave you the courage to come to me with these ugly things?

Who gave you the courage to say that you would abolish my martial arts and let me imprison myself in Shaolin?

There is never a shortage of desperate criminals in this world, and I happen to be one of them. Shaolin's reputation of hundreds of years can make me afraid, but it can't scare me.

I gave you a way out, but you still pressed on, so you deserve to die."

After Jiang Weichen finished speaking, the Immortal-Slaying Sword drew four blade shadows, and Xuanming activated the Golden Bell Cover for defense.

But he still failed to defend himself. His limbs were not cut off, but half of them were chopped off, and the other half was still attached, and the tendons of his hands and feet were broken.

Jiang Weichen looked at Xuanming and was a little surprised. Even with the help of his sharp sword energy, he didn't cut off his limbs. He was worthy of being a person who practiced defensive external skills.

But there was also the reason that he didn't use his full strength just now.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and Jiang Weichen's body was also covered in blood.

Wang Zhaohui, Yu Yaozu and others stood around and dared not breathe.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, "Magic Knife?? Dad, look, that knife is sucking blood! This is the magic knife!!"

Niu Gui was awakened by the screams beside him. He was startled and shouted quickly, "Shut up!"

Niu Gui was very tired because his third son Niu Chang was a little bit stupid.

Niu Chang's words attracted the attention of everyone, including Jiang Weichen.

Jiang Weichen looked down and saw that the Immortal-Slaying Sword was still black and the blade was still shining coldly, but the blood on it had disappeared.

Jiang Weichen looked at the ground under the tip of the knife, where there were only a few drops of blood.

Jiang Weichen was stunned. Is this knife really sucking blood?

His mind sank into his brain, and the sword spirit turned blood red.

Jiang Weichen was shocked. What had he forged?

Is it because of the sword spirit?

I don't understand, and it seems like no one in this world can give me any guidance.

Jiang Weichen shouted, "Wang Zhaohui!"

Wang Zhaohui immediately came to his senses, trotted over to Jiang Weichen and said, "Alliance leader, I'm here."

"I'm handing these innates over to you. You know what to do with them. I hope you'll have reached pseudo-innate status by the time I come back."

Wang Zhaohui immediately understood that the alliance leader wanted him to absorb their true energy to break through.