310: C310 Xian Wu

C310 Xian Wu

Inside the stadium, the ground was square.

Suddenly, a loud, muffled sound was heard. The two people who had made their move, Jiao Zhuo, retreated at the same time.

Zhao Tuo's body was like a hawk as he soared into the sky. There were many injuries on his clothes, but his expression was still the same as before.

The feathers on Carmel's back seemed to be stained with blood. One of his wings was damaged by the impact.

Carmel's expression was solemn. He gathered Divine Power in his hand and turned it into a glowing holy sword.

Zhao Tuo's hands formed a seal. His expression shook as scarlet divine patterns appeared on his body.

The Immortal Martial Sect, Heavenly Piercing Scarlet Body!

This was the Immortal Martial Art, and Zhao Tuo's aura had increased by several times at this moment.

Crimson markings covered the surroundings of his eyes.

Zhao Tuo's chest rose and fell like a bellows as he breathed in and out the Qi of Heaven and Earth. In the end, he suddenly shouted, and flames surged out of his mouth.

The flames turned into a crimson dragon as it charged towards Carmel. The temperature of the entire stadium was raised to the extreme.

Carmel held the holy sword in his hand, slashing towards the crimson dragon. Under the power of the crimson dragon, his body continuously retreated.

Just as Carmel used all of his strength to behead the crimson dragon, Zhao Tuo's body emerged from behind the crimson dragon.

Only to see Zhao Tuo's hands clench into fists. On his arms, numerous golden rings condense.

Nine rings on one arm, a total of eighteen golden rings.

Boom!

His two fists forcefully broke through Carmel's holy sword, and then landed on Carmel's chest.

Carmel's chest suddenly caved in. The six pairs of light feathers behind him also exploded with a loud bang.

Fresh blood gushed out. Carmel's face was pale. He held onto his collapsed chest and looked at Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo's eyes focused. Suddenly, Carmel's entire body burned with a blazing holy flame.

All the holy flames gathered into a divine bow in his palm. He pulled the divine bow full. In an instant, the entire stadium seemed to have stirred up a storm.

Where the divine bow pointed, not to mention Zhao Tuo, even the strong people in the audience seats could not help but feel a sense of suffocation.

"Not good!"

"He burned his flesh and soul!"

"This is a fatal blow!"

In China, a Martial Dao True Lord spoke, his eyes becoming serious.

Zhao Tuo looked at Carmel's final blow and slowly said, "You are very strong!"

His hands seemed to form a diagram of two different elements. Within a radius of thirty feet, a strong wind whistled and gathered in his hands.

At the instant the divine bow was fired, Zhao Tuo's hands shook and the Qi of Heaven and Earth formed by his True Force appeared in his palms.

Boom!

It was as if the entire stadium had been blasted apart. Mud exploded and a strong wind swept through everything.

When the aftermath dispersed, everyone looked over and saw a bloody hole on Zhao Tuo's shoulder. Around him was a huge pit that was ten meters wide.

Zhao Tuo's expression was dispirited. He had won this battle, but he no longer had the strength to fight.

He looked at the Hundred Nations, then turned to look at Lin Minghee. Finally, he dejectedly left the arena.

Zhao Tuo's strength was not weak, but the other party would rather die than heavily injure Zhao Tuo. It could be seen that he was determined to win this battle.

If he won this battle again, Seven battles, he'd already won three battles.

Just as Zhao Tuo was about to leave, a sharp glow suddenly shot out from the hundred countries across the sea.

"How dare you!"

On China's side, a True Monarch was furious.

They saw a person in the ocean explode, the long blade in his hand like an arrow, and he charged towards Zhao Tuo.

Just as the long blade was about to reach Zhao Tuo, the long blade stopped. Lin Minghee stretched out his hand, and a big hand appeared between heaven and earth, grabbing onto the blade.

Lin Minghee's eyes turned cold as he looked in the direction of the Eastern Islands.

In the Great Harmony Palace, a young man with a frivolous expression smiled and said, "I was just joking. Why are you making such a big fuss?"

Joke!?

If Lin Minghee hadn't stopped him, Zhao Tuo would probably be dead by now.

Lin Minghee looked at the young man coldly. He clenched his fist and the long blade under the huge hand was broken.

The young man entered the arena and looked at the people from Huaxia with a smile.

"China is a big country. Why are you so petty?"

"I don't know who my opponent is!?"

The young man looked at the figures of China and smiled indifferently.

In China, a barefooted man wearing a bamboo hat slowly walked out.

Under the bamboo hat, a pair of pitch-black eyes could be seen.

"Monk Xing, Qu Fang!"

The monk walked out and introduced himself.

This name was too unfamiliar to China.

"Monk Xing? Judging from his attire, he must have come from the Western Desert, right?"

"Is he an ascetic monk?"

"If Lin Minghee wants him to fight, he should have his reasons!"

Yan Ann, Shen Kong, and the other True Lords looked at the monk in the bamboo hat.

The youth laughed. "Monk Xing? My Eastern Islands also have Monk Xing."

"Dazheng He Palace, Little Wolf God!"

He smiled and casually pulled out another saber from his back.

With a light tap of his foot, his figure disappeared.

Qu Fang moved his palm. In the next instant, he held a long blade in his palm.

Little Wolf God's eyebrows rose. He drew another long saber from his back and slashed it horizontally at Qu Fang.

Qu Fang's other hand moved as well. His two hands held two sabers. His flesh and blood body clashed against the sharp metal weapon. However, there was not a single scratch on Qu Fang's palm.

Right at this moment, the Little Wolf God said with a smile: "Can you block the third blade?"

Under the Little Wolf God's robe, he actually stretched out his hand again.

"What!?"

In China, everyone was dumbfounded.

The third hand, was this guy a monster?

Even Qu Fang was caught off guard. He did not expect someone to have three hands out of nowhere.

In the next moment, the knife slashed across his chest.

Before Qu Fang could react, another hand extended from behind Little Wolf God.

The fourth hand!

This time, Qu Fang's expression changed. He had practiced martial arts and had traveled countless miles. His body had been polished to the limit.

However, the Little Wolf God's every strike seemed casual, yet it felt as though it was tearing apart his horizontal body.

If he were to clash head on, he would definitely be injured.

"That's a puppet arm!"

A True Monarch said in a deep voice. "Rumor has it that someone in Japan used China's mythology to create a technique with three heads and six arms, known as the Nine Sabers Returning to the Clan Style."

"This Little Wolf God should be the genius of this generation's Nine Sabers Return to Sect Style!"

Ordinary people held weapons with both hands, but this person used the body of a puppet to have three heads and six arms. How shocking and terrifying was this person's control?

Most importantly, this little Wolf God didn't seem to be old, not even thirty years old.

Previously, Little Wolf God Four held a saber in his hands. Amidst the blade light and sword shadows, he killed repeatedly. On the contrary, it was Qu Fang who continuously retreated.

Right at this moment, another saber and a hand appeared behind Little Wolf God's back.

The fifth saber!

After attacking for a period of time, another arm appeared, the sixth saber.

The six strikes were like a storm. No matter how strong Qu Fang was, he would not be able to keep up with the Little Wolf God's speed.

On his body, deep scars that could see his bones appeared. If he had not cultivated the art of horizontal training to the extreme, he would have been cut into countless pieces.

Lin Minghee closed his eyes and sighed. In fact, there was even a hint of regret in his voice.

Qu Fang didn't belong to any sect. It was just that he yearned for the Dao of Buddha. He had a scripture in his heart.

His strength might not be weaker than Zhao Tuo's. His body's art of horizontal training was difficult to damage even his true strength. Unfortunately...

The number of wounds on Qu Fang's body continued to increase. Although he did not bleed, he did not speak a single word of pain.

In the end, under Little Wolf God's Six Sabers, Qu Fang's body was pierced through. The bamboo hat on Qu Fang's head slowly fell.

His eyes were calm as he put his hands together.

"Travelling the suffering of the world, ascending to the heavens!"

Qu Fang murmured as his head drooped slightly. There were a total of 136 wounds on his body. An ordinary person had already died 10 times.

Yet, he had forcefully endured until now, almost reaching the limit.

The cynical smile on Little Wolf God's face also disappeared. He looked at Qu Fang and slowly said, "Congratulations!"

He put away the knives and looked at China.

In China, an old man slowly walked down.

The old man was bald, but he was not a monk. There were many scars on his face, as if he had been torn apart by a beast.

His body gave off a desolate aura.

"This old man is still alive?"

"I thought he died in the forest of North Ice!"

Yan Ann frowned. He seemed to know this old man.

The old man seemed to be over a hundred years old. He was walking unsteadily. It was difficult for him to walk.

He looked at the little wolf god, "Bei Bing, Ling Huang!"

"Little wolf deity, be careful." The great righteous deity suddenly spoke, reminding the little wolf deity.

The Little Wolf God turned his head, and his expression gradually became somewhat solemn.

Da Zhengshen was equivalent to a god in Da Zhenghe Palace. Little Wolf God didn't know what ability this dying old man had. Since Dazheng God had reminded him, he must exert 120% of his energy.

Little Wolf Deity's six arms held a blade as he stared at Ling Huang.

Ling Huang smiled slowly, "If you want to win, why are you being so restrained? Come!"

When Little Wolf Deity heard this, he had a warning in his heart. However, he still suddenly took a step forward.

His speed was extremely fast, not inferior to Zhao Tuo and Carmel from before. In an instant, he appeared behind Ling Huang, his six arms holding a saber as he hacked down wildly.

The saber had yet to arrive when the ground was torn apart by the saber energy.

Ling Huang did not even turn his head. He leaned on his walking stick, and just as the six sabers were about to fall, the walking stick in Ling Huang's hand had already disappeared.

In the next instant, the tip of the walking stick seemed to appear out of thin air in front of Little Wolf God's terrified eyes.

Behind Ling Huang, it was as if he had eyes.

If this crutch struck, Little Wolf God's head would probably be smashed to pieces.

What was even more shocking was that the little wolf deity actually didn't dodge or dodge.

Puff, puff, puff, puff...

Bang!

The two sounds came together.

They saw that Ling Huang's body was hacked by six blades. Blood instantly dyed Ling Huang's clothes.

However, Little Wolf God's head was also directly smashed by that walking stick.

The strength of the crutch could easily penetrate boulders, let alone a head.

However, what made everyone even more dumbstruck was that the head that was shattered was actually just a puppet. Ling Huang's head had been replaced by the head of the puppet.

It could be said that Ling Huang's attack didn't injure Little Wolf God, but Ling Huang was seriously injured.

"You really surprised me, but..." Little Wolf God originally spoke proudly, but in the next instant, his expression changed.

He used all of his strength, and the six sabers seemed to be embedded in a mountain, unable to be pulled out.

Ling Huang's crutch suddenly rotated.

Pu!

This time, Ling Huang's crutch truly pierced through Little Wolf God's head.

Behind him, the little wolf deity's corpse fell. He never expected this.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Ling Huang's mouth with a Wa sound. His eyes were calm.

"Old fellows, I am reaching my limit. Before I die, I will exchange for one. It is not a loss at all!" Ling Huang sat down. Blood continuously flowed out from his mouth.

"This battle can be considered a loss. However, in the next battle, if you all lose, don't blame me for looking down on you all in Hell King's place!"

Ling Huang laughed, his head slowly falling down.

In the battle of the True Force Realm, three people from China were defeated, there was only one person left from overseas.

In this fifth battle, China was defeated!

In the seven battles, three out of the hundred countries from overseas had won.

If they lost another battle, China would lose.

Yan Ann, Shen Kong, Sky Wolf, Buzhou. Wen Jian, Lin Minghee...

At this moment, in Huaxia, thirteen Dao Initiation realm True Lords slowly stood up and looked at Ling Huang.

The thirteen Dao Initiation realm True Lords' eyes moved as they looked at the hundred countries overseas.

One of them wore a gray robe as he slowly walked out of the thirteen Dao Initiation realm True Lords.

"One for another, what are you being so arrogant for?"

Someone stepped up and landed beside Ling Huang.

He raised his eyes to look at the hundred countries in the sea and said indifferently, "Watch over the Yama King, your father will sweep through three of them alone!"

The grey robe suddenly exploded, revealing an old and senile figure.1

"The hundred kingdoms in the sea, why don't the three of them come to this battle!?"

The old man was like an angry dragon roaring, his aged eyes were filled with arrogance and disdain!

China, the number one person in the Dao Initiation Stage, True Lord Wenjian!

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