Chapter 607 Ao Jiu Takes Action
The Tai Chi Light-Splitting Sword is the Wudang Sect's most unique martial art. It is said to have been passed down by the great master Zhenwu Dangmo, and is also closely related to the Taoist master Taiqing.
"Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to Liangyi..."
Mingxuan's face was solemn, and the tip of his sword was slightly raised, seemingly slow but actually fast.
As the spell was chanted, the two balls of light suddenly merged into a chaotic light ball with a diameter of three feet.
Mingxuan's face was as pale as paper, and it was obvious that this move had consumed a lot of energy.
But in order to stop the drought from continuing to wreak havoc, he threw the ball of light without hesitation.
Wherever the ball of light passed, the space was distorted and even the light was swallowed up.
Just when it was about to hit the target, Hanba suddenly opened his mouth and blew gently.
A foul smell instantly spread.
Go straight to Mingxuan!
"Corpse poison!"
"Mingxuan, get out of the way!"
The great elder Xuan Fengzi's eyes were bloodshot and he immediately flew forward.
However, his speed was slow after all.
The ball of light disintegrated on its own when it was still half a foot away from the drought demon.
What was even more terrifying was that the corpse poison had already rushed to Mingxuan's face, and the powerful impact force blasted him far away.
He fell like a kite with a broken string, with black blood constantly flowing out of his mouth.
That is a sign of being infected by corpse poison.
"impossible!"
Mingxuan staggered to his feet, the Tai Chi sword in his hand breaking into pieces.
The fighting skills that he was proud of were like children's toys in front of Hanba. This kind of blow was more deadly than physical trauma.
"Mingxuan!"
Xuan Fengzi finally arrived and flew over to catch Mingxuan, but found that his skin had begun to turn a strange blue-black color.
The poison in this corpse is so strong that if it is not treated in time, it may not survive more than half an incense stick.
The foreign contestants in the VIP seats laughed even more wildly.
The man with the snake badge stood up and said in fluent Chinese: "You are no match for it, why bother struggling?"
"But if you ask us for help, I can consider helping you."
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed.
"roll!"
Lin Jiu suddenly attacked, and went straight for the man's throat with the corpse-driving whip in his hand.
However, just as the whip was about to touch the other's neck, the snake-shaped badge on the man's chest suddenly lit up with a faint blue light.
A chilly aura swept around, and Lin Jiu felt his arms go numb. He quickly retracted the corpse-driving whip.
"Produced by the Knights Templar, it is specially designed to counter Eastern evil magic."
The man smiled contemptuously and raised his hand to cast a cross of holy light.
The dazzling white light contained a strong purifying force. If Lin Jiu had not reacted quickly, one of his arms would have been crippled.
This is a long story, but in reality it only takes a few breaths.
In just a short period of time, the situation worsened.
The united front formed by the older generation of monks has been dispersed.
The head of the Shenxiao sect, Yu Yan Zhenren, had his eyes burned by the heat wave, and the magic sword of the Maoshan elder broke into pieces.
Wu Yunzi also kept coughing up blood, following the same fate as his own disciples.
Only Zhang Tianshi and Xuan Lingzi were still struggling.
Most of the geniuses of the younger generation are also seriously injured.
More than half of the disciples of the ancient martial arts families were killed or wounded, and Ye Zheng's breath was getting weaker and weaker.
"Senior Tushan!"
Only then did Long Weihua finally wake up from his dream. He bowed deeply to Tushan Yuhua and pleaded, "Senior, please help me deal with this beast. I will be very grateful!"
Unexpectedly, Tushan Yuhua shook her head and said, "Whenever there is a great change in the world, there will be disasters. This is the disaster they should experience."
"Senior, do you mean that they, they are all going to die?"
Long Weihua was shocked and asked in a dry voice.
Even though they usually don't get along well with the major sects, they are still fellow believers after all, and they are all fighting for the people of Dragon Country Dawn. They can't just watch them die like this.
"senior!"
Long Weihua shouted again with a sad face.
"What are you shouting for!"
Tushan Yuhua glared at him unhappily and pointed at the screen, "Don't you see that person is still sitting there?"
"He didn't make a move, so he must have some considerations. How can I steal his limelight and slap him in the face?"
Long Weihua looked at the tablet with a confused look on his face, and sure enough, he saw Ao Jiu sitting in the stands with an expressionless face, as if he had no intention of taking action at all.
Behind him, Huo Lingchuan was struggling, his face flushed, and he seemed to be cursing.
It seemed like he was being held down by Ao Jiu, not allowing him to go up and die.
Long Weihua moved his lips a few times, but didn't know how to persuade him further.
It was not until this moment that he understood what it meant that those who are not of my race must have different hearts!
He believed that if the people who died at the scene were from the Dragon Clan or the Sky Fox Clan, neither Ao Jiu nor Tushan Yuhua would be able to sit still.
"If you don't go, I will!"
Long Weihua gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed out the door.
He was determined in his heart that the human race must become stronger!
Only by being self-reliant can you avoid having to rely on others for everything.
One day, humans will stand at the top of the world and overlook the entire universe!
Tushan Yuhua kept shouting in her heart, and her anger could hardly be suppressed.
However, he had just taken two steps when he was pulled back by Tushan Yuhua.
"Why rush? Someone will be unable to hold back."
Tushan Yuhua said with hint of meaning.
"senior!"
"Shut up!"
Long Weihua closed his mouth with a look of grief and anger, his eyes fixed on the screen.
In the stands, Ao Jiu's pupils shrank slightly.
In his mind, Hanba was forming seals with his other hand.
That is a rain-praying spell from ancient times. If performed in reverse, it would become the great magical power of "Thousands of Miles of Red Land".
Once completed, the entire imperial capital will be reduced to scorched earth.
"That's enough."
Ao Jiu's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder exploding in the ears of every living being.
He stood up, his dragon robe fluttering without wind, and his aura of pressure swept across the entire place.
The foreign psychics suddenly knelt down collectively, as if a huge rock weighed as heavy as a rock on their chest.
Hanba showed a vigilant look for the first time, let go of Ye Zheng and turned to Ao Jiu.
The eyes of the two collided in the air, and sparks visible to the naked eye burst out.
The next moment, Ao Jiu took a step forward, cloud patterns suddenly appeared under his feet, and with his clothes fluttering, he had already landed in the center of the arena.
He rolled up his sleeves lightly, and Ye Zheng immediately flew backwards uncontrollably.
The head of the Ye family hurriedly caught his own child, and quickly stepped back, not daring to move forward.
"You are just a Hanba, a mere True Immortal, yet you dare to be so presumptuous."
Ao Jiu's expression was stern. He didn't give Hanba a chance to resist and slapped him with his backhand.
The scarlet light shield that Hanba had hastily erected shattered like paper and was knocked back deep into the ground by this palm strike.
The underground water veins of the entire imperial capital suddenly boiled, and countless water columns shot up into the sky. Under Ao Jiu's control, they turned into thousands of water swords that pierced towards the drought demon.
"Is this the power of the ancient true dragon?"
Zhang Tianshi looked at the water swords in shock, breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and stopped attacking.
This person finally decided to take action.
The dragon clan is good at swallowing clouds and spitting out mist. They control the water veins of the world and manipulate the rain. In ancient times, they were responsible for bringing rain. Today, we finally got to see it in person.
The painful roar of the drought demon came from underground.
It soared into the sky, its dragon robe torn into pieces, revealing a body covered with golden runes.
That was the ban imposed by ancient alchemists to suppress it.
At this moment, the runes are collapsing one by one under Ao Jiu's dragon power.
"Oh no! It's using the dragon's energy to break the seal!"
Lin Jiu suddenly shouted, "Senior, stop it!"
Ao Jiu sneered: "How could this prince not know?"
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