312: C312 One Sword Breaks the Mountain Gate

C312 One Sword Breaks the Mountain Gate

At the international Arts Conference, other than discussing some matters of cooperation, exchanging artefact and ingredients, there was also the most important stage of the Arts competition.

The Master of Arts was not a transcendent existence. They would fight for power and power, divide up into different ranks, and talk about rankings. There were naturally conflicts between them.

This was because dragon-group was not ranked in the Arts Realm. It could even be said that Warlocks were even more aggressive than Martial Cultivator.

"On a certain day in a certain month, no matter where I am, I will beat everyone to the ground! It was simply a waste of fighting! "Hahaha!"

Whoever won from Master of Arts would definitely hold a banquet to show off and let everyone know about it.

To be able to defeat the opponent in front of everyone while issuing a challenge to him in this kind of competition, was undoubtedly establishing his own identity and position, and was also a beautiful thing to be proud of.

Xu Mozhai was the Master of Arts of the Talisman Sect, and had always been unconvinced of the way the Star continent, who was also well-versed in it, was doing so.

Thus, he had just issued a challenge to Zhou Xingchen, and was easily defeated by him.

But he could tell that in the battle, Zhou Xingchen had not only used the traditional Talisman s, he also used a few magic techniques, causing him to lose in a very bad way.

"Grandfather, didn't Chinese Society cooperate with evil master in the first place?" The almond yellow robed little daoist nun asked in confusion.

"So there are indeed some Southern Ocean evil master s who have joined the Chinese Society, such as Ao Yela and the others. However, they are not considered first-rate expert s!"

Xu Mozhai looked at the few tall figures below the stage, and laughed bitterly: "But this time, the big sects of the Wu Sect, Blood Witch Sect, Fire Witch Sect and Snake Witch Sect have joined together. It is said that the huge being behind them, Black Witch Sect, may even join hands with Wang Zhongyan!"

A trace of deep fear flashed across his eyes, and he sighed: "Most of these large sects come from the Myanmar s, Thailand and other places, there are a lot of Master of Arts s with Cultivation Level s!"

"He has brought in so many strong person, is Wang Zhongyan not afraid of them rebelling?" little daoist nun frowned and asked.

"Wang Zhongyan is not an idiot, he naturally has his own methods to suppress them. Furthermore, he interacted with the Southern Ocean evil master all these years and after exchanging pointers with him, he has also cultivated both martial arts and profound arts. The Martial Arts has reached the peak of Perfection Stage realm and it is a terrifying existence comparable to the Half-step Deity Stage at the late stage of the Tongxuan!"

Xu Mozhai sighed and lowered his voice, saying, "It's probably because the battle at Mt. Everest caused Chinese Society's vitality to be greatly damaged, and he is also very anxious. This time, he invested everything he had, and all these evil master s have joined as reverends!"

As everyone was talking and laughing, a loud rumble suddenly came from the entrance of the mountain.

A voice that was surging like a raging wave bombarded over: "Wang Zhongyan, come out and die!"

For a moment, everyone was shocked. Their faces were full of shock as they turned to look outside the door.

"How dare you, who dares trespass into my The Sino-Star Society's main altar! Do you want to die!? "

However, Wang Zhongyan's expression suddenly changed. He slapped the armrest of the chair, and stood up. With one slap, the stone chair instantly collapsed, and the armrest shattered.

"This man is courting death!" How dare you be disrespectful to President Wang! "

Many Southern Ocean evil master s also stood up, each and every one of them brimming with killing intent, wanting to teach this ignorant brat who had spoken so arrogantly a bloody lesson.

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"Chinese? It sounds like he's from the Mainland! "

"Breaking the mountain gate with a single slash, could he be a Expoert of Martial Arts of the China?!"

At the entrance of the main altar, all the guards present saw Jiang Tian slashing the mountain gate with one sword strike.

"No matter who he is, if he dares to offend our The Sino-Star Society's main base, he will die!"

In the next moment, all the guards were enraged, after all, they were all Arts Expoert of Martial Arts s who fought bravely and were extremely arrogant, if they were scared off by a single person, that would be too outrageous.

"Brat, you dare to break through my Blue House's gate? Go and die!"

The guard leader shouted out and took the lead to charge towards Jiang Tian.

He leaped down like a cheetah, a ghost head saber in his hand as he hacked downwards. The sharp and resplendent light of the blade merged into one layer after another, over and over again. It was so heavy that even a small car could be chopped in half.

"Hm!" Wang Zhongyan's disciple Song Yuanjian, his Martial Arts has already reached the Great Perfection of Internal Strength, and can be considered a Master of Martial Arts in the China! "

There were proud smiles on the faces of the surrounding observers. Their eyes were filled with certainty, as if Jiang Tian was already dead.

"Don't!" Only Guo Lili shook her head with a regretful expression. She was tongue-tied and had no time to stop him even if she wanted to.

Wang Zhibo cultivated both martial arts and martial arts, and had already reached the Minor Completion of Perfection Stage in the Martial Arts. He was now known as the Little Master, and if he wasn't Jiang Tian's opponent, then he would just be courting death by coming up.

"Chi!"

Jiang Tian's sword slashed through the air, the black Sword Beam cut through like cutting through water, directly cutting apart the ghost head blade that had cut off one's hair, and cut the astonished Song Yuanjian into two halves.

Ah!

The blood waves roiled as Song Yuanjian's body fell to the ground. The blood s splattered all over the faces of the surrounding people.

However, he did not die immediately. He let out a heart-wrenching shriek, which made people's hair stand on end.

"This …" For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, unable to believe what they had just heard.

This was the direct disciple of Wang Zhongyan, the Master of Martial Arts, who actually could not even withstand a single strike from the opponent.

"Could he really be a Grandmaster of Perfection Stage, but how is that possible? Grandmaster of Perfection Stage is an extremely rare existence in the China, there are only a few dozen or so people in the entire China! "

Some shook their heads in disbelief.

"Kill him!"

"How can The Sino-Star Society be so easily humiliated? Everyone attack together, let's chop him into pieces and feed to the dogs!"

"That's right!" Kill him! "

But even more guards jumped up and down, and rushed forward as they continuously attacked Jiang Tian.

Most of these people were Cultivation Level s of Interior Strength, they had previously received Wang Zhongyan's guidance, and there were more than twenty of them.

Most importantly, Wang Zhongyan was controlling them very well, those who were afraid of fighting would definitely be severely punished, or even directly killed, so how would they dare to retreat?

Wang Zhongyan had become famous even though he was at home and abroad, and had even started his cultivation earlier than Lin Zhenyu. He was a Old Master of the same generation as Ye Zhantian's father, Ye Tianren, who cultivated both magic and martial arts.

The disciples of his sect all had their own strengths.

There were those who were physically strong who would choose to engage in close combat, those who had powerful auras, those who would cut through the air with their Interior Strength, and those who would kill people in the air. There were also those who used hidden weapons such as expert s' darts, sleeve arrows, and so on, and there were also those who used blades and swords to attack …

Twenty odd people attacked together, and all of them were expert s above Interior Strength, there were even a few Minor Completion of Perfection Stage s. This wave of attack could be said to be earth-shattering, and its might was boundless.

"Hehe, let me show you the strength of a Flying Sword!"

Jiang Tian smiled lightly as the Flying Sword flew out.

A burst of intense screams suddenly sounded out. It was impenetrable, and its mournfulness was like the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves.

Some of them directly pierced through the chests of the guards, while others were directly beheaded. Some of them even had their waists cut off, their intestines flowing out onto the ground, instantly dying.

Jiang Tian only had to take a single breath to easily kill all 24 guards, not a single one could escape!

"Who are you? How dare you kill my The Sino-Star Society's disciple, are you tired of living? "

At this time, a protector elder explosively shot out from the great hall, stood atop a tall fake mountain, and looked down at Jiang Tian as he spoke.

"Protector Elder Fang Jian is out!"

Ten years ago, when he was carrying out a mission at the China's South of the Five Ridges, he met Mo Haoxiong and defeated him with a single palm!

"Yes, ever since that time, Mo Haoxiong had been in closed door cultivation, and did not dare to say that he is Expert of Perfection Stage anymore! So much so that many Martial arts figures s think that there is no Master in the South of the Five Ridges! "

Seeing that the protector elder had come out, many of the disciples from the The Sino-Star Society all obtained a great amount of strength, their hearts became much calmer, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement, as though Jiang Tian was going to lose for sure this time.

"With just you alone, you don't have the qualifications to know my name. Let Wang Zhongyan come out and die!"

Jiang Tian's eyes were indifferent, holding the sword that was dripping blood, he approached the hall, his mouth still saying the same words.

"It's you!"

At this time, Wang Zhongyan's eldest disciple, Fan Tian also came out. When he saw that it was Jiang Tian, he could not help but be terrified, and involuntarily cried out.

"Brat, you're so arrogant. Even if Wei Feilong came over, he wouldn't dare to speak to me like that!"

Without waiting for Fan Tian to speak, the flustered and flustered Elder Fang Jian had already attacked!

"Hua!" With that, he pulled down a soft whip from his waist and lashed it towards Jiang Tian.

When the whip swept out, it was simply like an iron curtain, cold light flashed, and horizontally pressured the void, bringing out a terrifying whizzing sound. Wherever the curtain of the whip swept past, strong gales were produced, and sand and rocks were blown away, and huge rocks the size of basketballs rolled all over the ground, scattering in all directions.

"Yi?" This whip is not bad, it just so happens that Old Man's White Ape Bone Whip is broken, I will give it to him! "

Jiang Tian's eyes revealed joy, he extended his hand and grabbed the whip, at the same time the Flying Sword shot out.

Fang Jian, on the other hand, was a cultivator. The whip was infused with an exceptionally strong zhenqi, let alone being captured in battle, even if he was to stand still, a slight movement from the inner strength expert would cause him to die from the shock.

But Jiang Tian actually caught it, he couldn't help but be extremely shocked.

Before he could snatch it away, his vision went black and a black light shot out, reaching his chest.

This black light was too fast. It was just like a flash of black lightning. He could not even see what it was!

"Aiya!"

Fang Jian bellowed, becoming a nimble metal bridge. He bent his body from the knees, trying his best to lean his head back so that his head was pressed up against the ground.

He thought that his speed was fast enough, so he definitely dodged this black light.

However, he suddenly felt his chest grow cold and warm, and a sense of weakness enveloped his entire body. Lowering his head, he discovered that his chest had been pierced through by a black sword, and blood was flowing profusely from it.

"How is this possible?"

Fang Jian mumbled soullessly, unable to believe it at all.

With a chi sound, Jiang Tian beckoned with his hand and the Small Black Flying Sword flew back into his hand with a blood-colored dance.

Clan Elder Fang Jian fell to the ground, dead.

In The Sino-Star Society, Fang Jian could be considered a heavyweight. He was on par with Ao Yela, but he was killed by Jiang Tian just like that.

"Who is this person?" "Why is it so powerful …"

Once Fang Jian died, and if the Hall Master s, elders, and guards who came to snatch him out, none of the expert s dared to go forward.0

Most of them were Cultivation Level s under the Perfection Stage. Even Fang Jian had been killed, so if they went up there, they would only be sending themselves to their deaths for nothing.

It was just that, until now, they still could not think of Jiang Tian's identity, and could not understand why the The Sino-Star Society would provoke such a death god.

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