Chapter 294 Tiang Beidou Shang

Wang Chan saw the man flying with his sword and went away in an instant. He was also suddenly relieved. The big gun in his hand fell to the ground and shook all over. Only then did he find that his whole body had been soaked with sweat.

Although his "breaking military killing method" just now is the most evil killing method recorded in his "Arctic Beidou Ziwei Sutra", in the final analysis, Wang Chan just did it in a hurry, and did not really do thousands of exercises in advance like the "seven kill blood knife"!

So even if he can successfully shoot the military star into the body and penetrate into the gun, now he can only use these two shots reluctantly. If there is one more shot, whether the opponent is dead or alive, he will also exhaust his physical strength and be exhausted.

But even so, it shocked the Taoist in Tsing Yi and fled in confusion.

It's time to finish today's things completely.

Wang Chan stood in place, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and looked back at the collapsed Lvzu Hall.

More than a dozen people from Lin Zhendong and his party were buried here, and countless earth, stone and wood fell down. It is reasonable that these people are suppressed head-on, and the chance of survival is already extremely small.

But there is no absolute in the world. There are always people who are blessed and can escape from death. There are so many disasters from ancient times to the present. I have never heard of a natural disaster [***] that can really destroy everyone. If someone dies, someone will definitely live!

What's more, with such a close distance, Wang Chan's mind almost shrouded the whole Baiyunguan in his own induction. The wind is blowing and the grass is moving, and the details are all right. What else can be hidden from his feelings?

Moved gently under his feet, and the big gun in his hand, regardless of the masonry and rubble under his feet, one shot after another, poked down. Each shot went down and pulled out again, and a stream of blood surged up with the spring of the head of the big gun.

According to the earthquake, there were still many civilians who survived under the collapsed house, not to mention that these dead men of the Lin family were well-trained and had rich practical experience in dealing with various bad situations. Unless they were really unlucky, they were directly hit on the head by thousands of pounds of beams, no At the moment when the house collapsed, these people could also quickly find a suitable bunker to save Lin Zhendong's life.

In this case, if you change someone else and see that they are all buried under the rubble, it may be okay, but what kind of person is Wang Chan? Since things have come to this point, it is not in line with his heart to let these people go. So he stepped forward, condescending, shot one by one, and all of them were stabbed to death.

It's just that the last shot went down. With a sneer, a blood line gushed out of the ground, but Wang Chan only felt that the big gun in his hand was shaken. After the tip of the gun pierced the human body, the remaining momentum remained endless. It seemed to be poked on something hard. The sharpness of the Liquan gun was still difficult to break. On the contrary, it reacted and passed on. When it got to the palm of his hand, his five fingers were slightly numb.

"Huh? What is it?"

His eyebrows frowned slightly, and Wang Chan's big gun turned, shaking violently on the ruins under his feet like a drill. Suddenly, there was a rumble. All the debris, masonry and stones were thrown out like raindrops, revealing a big hole below.

Blood was permeated, and then the head of the gun was picked up, and the mountain sounded like thunder, as if the ground was broken and the ice crystal was broken. After a while, Wang Chan fought against each other. Even if there was a huge stone tablet more than ten feet high, mixed with dust from the ground. Turn it out.

He picked up the big gun with one hand and shook it again. The stone tablet on the tip of the gun flew seven or eight meters away and fell to the ground. Wang Chan hurriedly stepped forward. He saw this stone tablet, stained with dirt, standing on the ground more than three meters high and more than one meter thick. There was also a blue stone carving and a ferocious stone turtle under it.

This thing was definitely not available in the Lvzu Hall. The biggest possibility was that it was buried in the earth before the construction of this hall. As a result, it was now picked out by Wang Chan with one shot before seeing the sky again.

Wang Chan narrowed his eyes and carefully identified it, and found that the front of the stone tablet was carved with an extremely ancient and clumsy seal. From top to bottom, he could barely recognize it clearly, but it was a very classic "Lvzu's hundred-character tablet" in Taoism

Keep your qi and forget to keep your words, and don't do it if you lower your heart. If you know your ancestors, who are you looking for if you have nothing to do?

It is really necessary to respond to things, but not to be confused. Don't be obsessed with the surname, and the surname will return.

Qi Hui Dan knots, and the pot is matched with Kanli. Yin and Yang are repeated, and there is a thunder.

White clouds are on the top, and the nectar is sprinkled with Xumi. Who knows if you drink the wine of Imeverity?

Sit and listen to the stringless music, Mingtong chemical machine. Twenty sentences are on the ladder.

The following signature also seems to have a small line of characters, but there are many of them that are vague and mottled. After exhausting my eyes, I can only barely see that two of them are "Chonan", and then there are faintly three words behind, which should be "living dead". As for the rest, I can't see clearly.

But with these words, you can infer up and down without thinking too much about Wang Chan. Chongyang, the ancestor of Quanzhen Sect, practiced Taoism and asked immortals in Zhongnan Mountain in those years. He once made a big vow to be closed to death, and the place where he was closed was also a large tomb built by himself, that is, the "the tomb of the living dead". Therefore, a line of small words in this place of the payment should not be "Wang Chongyang is a living dead in Zhongnan Mountain. The tomb stands.

Lv Dongbin is one of the eight immortals of Taoism and one of the five ancestors of Quanzhen. Wang Chongyang set up a monument for him and engraved one of his scriptures as a souvenir. This was originally a very common thing, and it could not attract Wang Chan's interest. However, Wang Chan's strange thing is that what material is this huge stone tablet made of, even the Liquan God in his hand. The gun can't be stabbed, can't it be pierced?

This is really a little weird!

You should know that his big gun, but the soldiers trained by the hand sacrifice of the king of Yue are not only extremely tough, but also indestructible with a gun head more than two feet long. Most of the flying swords of ordinary sword fairies will break into two halves without any suspense. However, it was such an ordinary stone tablet that was not touched. He poked it with one shot and couldn't even find a white dot.

After turning around the stone tablet twice, Wang Chan suddenly brushed with his will! Two white lights flew out, up and down around the stone tablet, just a burst of flying thorns and bombarding. It can be seen that the large pieces of mud attached to the stone tablet are scattered by the sword light, but every time it touches the surface of the stone tablet, Wang Chan's two pieces are indestructible, and the iron-cut Taibai sword balls burst into a series of sparks and sparks.

This stone tablet stands still, and Taibai Jianwan can't even cut it!

"It's weird!" Wang Chan was surprised that his sword ball has been powerful since it was refined. Even Russian armored tanks and tanks can be easily cut in half. Except today, when he fought with the Qingcheng Taoist, because his swordsmanship was really "poor" and not as that Taoist, he suffered a loss in the sword fight. In addition to the soldier's gunmanship, there is no disadvantage for the rest of the time.

How can it not even cut the bluestone tablet of an ordinary stock!?

Brush! The large stone tablet was finally cleaned up from top to bottom. Taibai Jianwan was in vain. With a soft sound, it was also taken back to Wang Chan's abdomen.

Just as he was about to observe it carefully, Wang Chan suddenly frowned fiercely, his ears moved back and forth, and narrowed his eyes and looked up far away.

But I saw a few faint lights suddenly appear in the night sky of the capital, and then the sound of breaking the sky, sneered, and a long roar suddenly came from the outside of the white clouds. In a blink of an eye, it turned out that six or seven swords turned into rainbows.

"It's still coming!"

Wang Chan narrowed his eyes into a slit again, and his expression moved slightly. Then he was calm and did not see any strangeness: "After all, he still can't tolerate me! Although the country did not come forward, under the central control, it was able to gather so many sword immortal masters together, and even the man went back. Obviously, he wanted to kill me!"

With a sudden jump in his heart, Wang Chan looked far away, and his thoughts were also at this time, gradually getting enthusiastic.

The way of soldiers lies in a fight word, fighting with heaven, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, fighting with fighting, the breath is endless, the more enemies, the stronger the opponent, the more can arouse of blood in the heart.

The sword light in the sky is like electricity, flying closer and closer, and you can even clearly see the facial features of the Taoist in Qingyi who is wrapped in two sword lights in the front and shot back like a meteor. Seven long rainbows came through the sky, and the sword spirit flew above the sky. Before the people arrived, a sharp air machine had locked Wang Chan, who was standing with a gun in the yard.

However, at this time, Wang Chan only turned his eyes and stared at the Liquan gun in his hand. Gradually, a little starlight fell in the night sky and integrated into it. On the golden gun, the golden light swallowed, the light was uncertain, and flashed, as if it were a dragon that was about to wake up in a deep sleep.

"Suddenly, there is a madman sharpening his knife at night, and the emperor's star is swaying. From now on, there is no need to spare time to kill people. The blood in Wang Chan's body flowed, making the sound of flowing water like rivers, lakes and seas, roaring. The evil spirit on his body gushed out of every pore of his body, and then sighed in his mouth: "Inexhaustible blood, inexhaustible head!" It's a pity, it's a pity... They are all a group of ghosts who died in vain. Hey hey! Hey hey!"

The two pupils in the eyes have shrunk to the size of a needle tip, and green cold light will spew out. In the whole courtyard, the wind of the ground is blowing up, rolling up the sand and flying around. I don't know when, even layers of white frost began to condense on the grass dozens of meters away.

At this time, it was two or three o'clock after midnight. The night was low. Only a galaxy in the sky ran through the sky. The stars blinked, and the cool wind blew on my face. The moonlight was as pure as water. In the middle, it was quiet and far away, deep, and it was really a bright starry sky.

"What a bright starry sky, I don't know how many truths it contains! It's a pity that people are not clean, and it's hard to have time to understand quietly! When will this trivial matter really come to an end?

I just turned two or three thoughts in my heart. In a flash, the sword light had come to the top of my head. The first person opened the sword light and showed his eyebrows, but it was the Taoist in Qingyi who had just been shocked by Wang Chan. It's just that this man still didn't look back. He was as anxious as a homeless dog. Now when he turned around, he had changed his temperament, condescending and shouted loudly.

"Zhizi, I just know how much disaster you have done, killing at will, killing dissent, but I don't know that people are doing it. God is watching. It's not that you don't report it. The time has not come! Now that the time has come, if you know the opportunity, you will break it by yourself and die to thank the world. Otherwise, you will be told to pierce your heart with ten thousand swords, and you will die!"

This man spoke at this time, full of energy, and his voice came from afar and went straight into his mind. It is obvious that after this short moment, all the injuries he had suffered under Wang Chan had recovered.

"Brother Sun Taizhen, why do you talk more nonsense with this child? This body has a military inheritance, and the white tiger is born as a thief in troubled times. What's more, he killed several colleagues in Quanzhen Longmen. His sins are unforgivable, and it should be thousands of knives."

Before Wang Chan could speak, another sword light appeared in mid-air, and a murderous voice came from the middle.

Listening to this, these sword immortals are all masters of Quanzhen School of Longmen Wudang.

Since his debut, Wang Chan has killed countless people. Only the Wudang faction has killed Yue Po, Ye Tianshi and Long Taoist masters. Even Longmen Wudang has been passed down for thousands of years and has a profound background. In this era, it is also a fatal blow.

The way of sword immortals was originally about to be cut off in this world. Only the Qingcheng and Wudang factions are still supporting, but all those who have been refined into flying swords are 70 or 80 years old. Now they are simply in a situation of green and yellow. Once the young generation can't keep up, wait until these All the old people died, and the inheritance of this vein was completely cut off.

Wang Chan had killed the dragon Taoist in Siberia before, which almost shook the foundation of Longmen Wudang. No wonder these sword fairies immediately ignored the nest as soon as they got the exact news of Wang Chan.

Before the words fell, Wang Chan suddenly saw a flash of white light in front of him, snorted coldly, and suddenly raised the big gun in his hand, pop! With a sound, a sword light in front of him came out of a fire! He also took a particularly ferocious picture of his face!

"Be careful! He has the king's gun in his hand.

Immediately after Wang Chan's shot, a figure suddenly tilted in the sky, which was dozens of meters above the ground, as if a hurricane was blowing. The man's flying sword was shot by Wang Chan. His heart was suddenly shocked, crooked, and fell down. Fortunately, the swordsmanship was exquisite, and he was beaten out of the sword light 100 meters away. He staggered and arrived in time. He wrapped his body, so he didn't fall to the ground and fell to death.

In Wang Chan's big gun, there was a very murderous spirit. In the previous move, even a master such as the Taoist in Qingyi had to be caught off guard. He was captured by his murderous spirit and revealed a flaw, which eventually led to defeat. What's more, this Taoist was still a long way from the realm of practicing swords into an elixir. If it hadn't been for the timely reminder of the Taoist in Qingyi, who was known as Sun Taizhen, just for this time, these people would have to reduce the number of people without waiting for the real action.

It's really thrilling and thrilling.

"Let's go down and kill him!"

The man moved and drew a big circle around the sky with a bang. He quickly stabilized the sword light and settled his mind. Only then did he know Wang Chan's power. He hurriedly asked the crowd to wait and fight with Wang Chan.

At the same time, there were several long roars outside the white cloud view, which were powerful, like a lion roaring, a sound, high and low, long and short, connected, a distance of several miles away, and transmitted to the field, but it was still like a thunder.

And these voices did not come from one direction, but one after another, with echoes in all directions. Listening carefully and again, but in the long roar of this sound, I faintly heard many monks reciting scriptures, as if there were dragons and tigers roaring.

Wang Chan immediately heard the sound and saw several halls in the distance in the Baiyun Temple standing one after another.

These people are all dressed in monk robes, shaved heads, with clear faces and bitter eyes. The youngest monks seem to be sixty or seventy years old, but when these people walk, they cross the ridges of the house, just like a flat ground. The dozens of meters high building hall is just a long step. The speed is so fast that it is actually It's not much worse than a few swords overhead.

"Good boy, even a few arhats from Shaolin Zen have come!"

Wang Chan saw that there were people blocking the sky and the ground, and he also knew that his retreat had been completely broken. He was secretly surprised by the courage of the old man behind these people.

No matter how many people there were, he was not afraid. He only felt that the blood in his heart was surging up, and his skin was covered with powerful air in all directions. He was stimulated and red. He suddenly stamped his feet, jumped three or four meters high out of thin air, and then fell on the stone tablet behind him. The coat he was wearing was shattered, and his eyes were actually two eyes. Light, do not retreat, do not avoid.

As soon as Wang Chan stood here, the sword lights in the sky were uneven and orderly. They fell down, and six old paths appeared from them, followed by the sleeves on all sides of the wind, and there were six old monks with white eyebrows standing on the field.

Only Sun Taizhen, the Taoist in Qingyi, was still hovering in the air, flying swords back and forth, staring at Wang Chan below and Lv Zu's hundred-character tablet under his feet.

The light in my eyes flashed, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Six Longmen sword immortals, six Zen arhats, and a Qingcheng Sun Taizhen, who has always circled in the air and is comparable to Wang Chan. In anyone's opinion, this time Wang Chan is absolutely difficult to fly.

However, what they didn't expect was that Wang Chan's intention to fight now rolled and stood in place, with no intention of retreating at all.

"With the spirit of stars to kill people in weapons, I didn't expect that there were such strange skills in the soldiers! If you can't count, you have to compete again. Let's see where you are going this time?"

Sun Taizhen was just shocked by Wang Chan's gunmanship in a cold sweat and left without looking back. Unexpectedly, he met a group of dragon gate sword fairies who were besieged on the way. They always have some contact with each other. Naturally, they are not strange. The two sides only met and said a few simple words, and Sun Taizhen also turned back to kill them.

(to be continued)