Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Regret?

Sort of.

If he had not cut off the dragon vein and was abandoned by heaven and earth, although he could not condense the three flowers, he could still be promoted to a double-flower martial arts master. In the future, he would not have no chance to become a grandmaster.

But now, it's too late.

Once you take that step, there is no turning back.

"I've never understood. With your aptitude as Mu Dao Ren, it's impossible for you to not reach the Grandmaster level, but why did you cut off your own path?"

Taoist Mu sighed, "In fact, the method of cutting the dragon vein is known to all the masters in this world. But for hundreds of years, no one has dared to try it.

No one knows what will happen after the dragon vein is cut, and what it will be like to use the national destiny to assist in cultivation. There are many different opinions, but they are all just guesses.

It is possible to reach success overnight, or it is possible to be doomed to eternal damnation. Relatively speaking, the possibility of being doomed to eternal damnation is greater.

I, Mu Dao Ren, have never been inferior to others in my life. I do what others dare not do, and I gamble what others dare not gamble!

It's either a quick success or eternal damnation. I can't be inferior to others!

Rather than live a dull life, I would rather die with brilliance!"

Chapter 206 The Three Flower Warrior is so terrifying!

Song Xuan sneered.

"I have a rough idea of ​​who you, Mu Dao Ren, are. On the surface, you appear to be a playboy and unrestrained, but in reality, you are sinister, arrogant, and forbearing.

Don't talk about living a life that's equal to no one else's. I'd rather die gloriously. I just want to ask you one thing: do you really have no regrets? "

Taoist Mu's expression changed again and again.

Facing Song Xuan, the world's top genius, he no longer tried to hide his feelings and said frankly, "I regret it!"

"I was also deceived."

“That person only told me the benefits of severing the dragon veins and gathering the nation’s fortune, but he didn’t elaborate on the consequences. He just wanted to trick me into testing the waters.

I was also blinded by greed and wanted to take a gamble.

Unfortunately, after cutting off the Qingzhou Dragon Vein, I realized that from then on, my future was blocked!

A martial arts master needs to comprehend the power of heaven and earth, but I, an old man, have been rejected by heaven and earth for this matter. How can I possibly comprehend the slightest bit of the "power" between heaven and earth?

Song Xuan, my path is blocked. From now on, I can only be an emperor in Qingzhou.

But you are different. Not only is your path not broken, but it is smoother than anyone else's.

To be honest, I never thought you would have the guts to come here and fight me on the top of the Forbidden City!"

Song Xuan smiled, said nothing more, and said calmly, "Let's get started!"

All the questions that need to be asked have been asked, and now it’s time to kill people and take away their luck!

Taoist Mu nodded slightly, a faint light flickered in his eyes, and made a gesture of invitation: "Please!"

Song Xuan flicked his sleeves and smiled casually: "Please!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they both drew their swords at the same time.

The clang of a long sword being unsheathed was heard instantly, the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, and the sword light cut through the sky.

The two swords were like two bolts of lightning or flaming meteors. The power they unleashed in an instant caused severe pain in the eyes of the onlookers, and they were unable to even open their eyes.

Bang bang bang! !

The two swords collided hundreds of times in an instant, sparks of light splashed everywhere, as brilliant as fireworks. With each collision, the agility and changes involved were almost endless and could not be described in words.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the figures of the two people could not be seen clearly. There were only two long swords as fast as thunder and lightning, flashing like streams of light in the air.

Like a startled wild goose, like lightning, extremely dazzling, not like anything in this mortal world.

The two of them are too strong.

In other states, the two are just innate warriors, but in Qingzhou, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are land immortals.

Wherever their sword energy went, it would collapse. Palaces, stone pillars, rockery, trees, anything caught in the sword light of the two would be turned into powder in an instant.

To put it bluntly, in the territory of Qingzhou, no one is qualified to participate in the fight between the two, not even Yao Yue, the young master of Yihua Palace!

Huang Taiji was stunned.

He knew that the legendary innate three-flower warrior was extremely terrifying, but he never imagined that he could be so terrifying.

A single sword energy could cause a palace to collapse. Wherever it passed, the imperial city was turned into ruins. The destructive power was so strong that it was unimaginable.

Even if he mobilized hundreds of cannons to bombard the palace, it would be impossible to reduce such a large palace complex to ruins in a short period of time.

At this moment, he suddenly lost confidence in the hundreds of thousands of troops under his command.

Are firearms really useful against these land gods who are beyond human power's reach?

Can the army really stop them?

An excited look appeared on Song Xuan's face. Today was the first time he fought someone with all his strength.

The Three Flower Warrior is indeed extraordinary. Mu Dao Ren's swordsmanship has already reached the pinnacle. When he combines the power of essence, energy and spirit into one sword, the power he can unleash is probably stronger than that of an ordinary martial arts master.

If the level of the Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu he practiced was not too high, and in essence even exceeded the scope of martial arts, he might not be able to suppress this Taoist Mu today.

Taoist Mu became more and more frightened as the fight went on.

The opponent's martial arts were too strange. Although his swordsmanship seemed ordinary, every time he thrust out his sword, it was like stars exploding and turning into continuous sword energy, blocking all his subsequent killing moves.

The killing move was blocked, and subsequent sword techniques could not be carried out, forcing Mu Dao Ren to fight Song Xuan head-on!

The consequence of a head-on confrontation is that every time, Mu Dao Ren is at a disadvantage.

The Chunyang Wuji Sword in Song Xuan's hand was a heavy sword that was infused with his essence, energy and spirit. Every time he thrust it out, it was like a mountain pressing down, or like a tsunami raging. The force was so strong that even Mu Dao Ren's arm became numb.

Taoist Mu knew that if he didn't have the national fortune, his Qi and body would recover very quickly. In today's battle, he would be defeated within a hundred moves.

"Roar!"

After another collision, Mu Dao Ren let out a long roar towards the sky, and the roar was accompanied by the whistling of sword intent, carrying an extremely strong murderous intent.

Inside the city, many onlookers squatted down with their hands covering their heads in fear, their eyes filled with terror.

Mu Dao Ren's roar was just to build up strength, but to the onlookers, it was an extremely terrifying mental attack, and many people even had blood oozing from their mouths and noses.

"retreat!"

"Retreat quickly!"

Countless people rushed to flee out of the city, intending to sit back and watch the battle, but only then did they realize that sitting back and watching the battle was risky and that one had to be cautious. If one was not careful, one could lose one's life.

Huang Taiji covered his ears and was lifted by the arm by the guards beside him and rushed out of the city. At the same time, the troops hidden in various places in the city also evacuated.

We have no choice but to retreat.

The battle between Song Xuan and Mu Dao Ren has gone beyond the scope of the imperial city. The two men are like two meteors, fighting and moving over the Forbidden City. The aftermath of the battle can crush anyone. There is no fixed battlefield at all.

Bang bang bang! !

The sharp collision sounds of the long swords came one after another, and the ghostly figures of the two people kept changing their positions in the void. After an incense stick of time, they unknowingly arrived above the moat.

Huge waves surged as the two men fought, sparks flew in the violent attack, and above the moat, it seemed as if two lightning bolts were dancing wildly and colliding continuously.

Above the river, two figures were unpredictable. The long sword that was surrounded by the innate true energy and was shining with brilliance was no different from a fairy sword in the eyes of outsiders.

"Is that human being?"

Many people had doubts in their minds, and some masters with innate strength felt cold all over and could not believe it.

Is this the level that an innate warrior can reach?

The wind is howling and the waves are surging. This is what a martial arts master is supposed to be like, right?

Yao Yue quietly watched the battle scene above the river. Among the millions of onlookers, she was probably the only one who could barely see the fighting process clearly.

Subconsciously, she clenched her fists and uttered a phrase that Song Xuan had said when he was young.

"The Three Flower Warrior is so terrifying!"

Chapter 207 Mu Dao Ren, die!

"kill!"

Taoist Mu was so furious that he could not tolerate the fact that he had paid so much, even cutting off his future path, to obtain the Three Innate Flowers, but he would lose to a young man!

But the sword in Mu Dao Ren's hand shook, a whistling sound was heard, and the long sword turned into thousands of cold stars, but the next moment it condensed into a point of cold light, and in an instant it had attacked Song Xuan's eyebrows.

"it is good!"

Song Xuan exclaimed in admiration. Taoist Mu's sword was as sharp as an antelope hanging from a horn, leaving no trace. In terms of swordsmanship alone, even Yan Nantian was inferior to him.

clang!

The Pure Yang Wuji Sword in Song Xuan's hand arrived first after being launched later. One sword turned into nine swords. The nine sword lights merged into one at the moment the sword was drawn, blocking the amazing sword attack from Mu Dao Ren.

Song Xuan broke through the Taoist Mu with a sword and jumped up. The next moment, he suddenly dived down. The whole person came from the sky like a flying fairy, breaking through the vastness. The sword light was ethereal and agile, flashing with a red-gold luster, and stabbed down quickly.

There was a rare hint of panic in Mu Daoren's eyes.

Song Xuan's sword had not yet been fully launched, but Mu Dao Ren felt that his whole body was enveloped by the sword energy, and the bone-chilling murderous aura seemed to penetrate into his bones.

He knew that his opponent was about to launch a killing move, so he didn't care about anything else. He poured all his strength into the sword and thrust the sword through the air. With a whoosh, the air was torn apart, and the waves below continued to explode under the impetus of the strong energy, like water dragons rising into the sky.

Bang!

The two divine swords collided again.

The force of this collision was more than twice as strong as before. The terrifying sword energy waves dissipated, even cutting through the river water below. In an instant, the flow was cut off, revealing a messy riverbed.

The bamboo hat on Mu Daoren's head shattered, and he was stunned. He felt as if a river from the sky above his head was pouring into his body. The next moment, his whole body was out of control.

He stood there in a daze, motionless as a rock.

He lost the killing move battle just now!

Song Xuan put away his sword and stood on the river, saying calmly, "Anything else you want to say?"

"I'm old. If I were twenty years younger, and my energy and blood were twice as strong, you wouldn't be able to kill me!"

Song Xuan did not deny it, but nodded and said: "Your Qi and blood are declining, and you are unable to condense the flower of essence. Although you have succeeded with the help of national luck, it is not perfect after all!"

Taoist Mu's face was serene. He looked up to the sky and sighed, "From the day I severed the dragon vein, I knew this calamity would come sooner or later. I just didn't expect it to come so soon. Even the fate of the nation couldn't protect me!"

As he spoke, a relieved smile appeared on his face. He looked up at the sky and murmured, "I've paid you back with my life. From now on, we owe each other nothing!"

As he finished speaking, tiny cracks began to appear on his face, just like porcelain cracking after being hit.

Cracks spread from his face, becoming more and more like spider webs, until they covered his entire body.

Before dying, Taoist Mu glanced at Song Xuan.

"On the road of martial arts, one wrong step leads to another. You have already taken the most crucial step. I hope you won't make the same wrong bet as I did in the future.

I'm about to die, so congratulations in advance to you, the future perfect Grandmaster, Song Xuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang and Mu Daoren's body exploded.

There was no flesh and blood, no bones, only the roaring red-gold sword light. His entire flesh and blood body had been strangled by Song Xuan's sword energy, leaving no trace behind!

Taoist Mu, his body and Taoism are gone after his death!

With a clang, the long sword returned to its sheath. Song Xuan glanced at Yao Yue on the shore and smiled slightly.

"Defend me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body sank directly into the water, he sat cross-legged on the riverbed under the water, and began to practice the Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu.

At the moment of beheading Mu Dao Ren, he felt blessed and had a vague feeling that the time had come to condense the Flower of God.

He knew that his direct killing of Mu Dao Ren in the spotlight, with countless people watching, had earned him the approval of heaven and earth, and with good fortune upon him, he would not make any mistakes in condensing the Flower of God next.

Without any nonsense, Yao Yue came directly to the sky above the river where Song Xuan was practicing. She drew out her magic sword, Bixue Zhaodanqing, and looked around with an indifferent expression.

The atmosphere became stagnant at this moment.

After a brief silence, Huang Taiji's voice, filled with panic, worry and madness, suddenly rang out.

"Although the Imperial Master is dead, Song Xuan must have been seriously injured as well. This is the perfect opportunity to kill him!"