Chapter 125: I pity the people of this world who have many worries. 16
This Holy Son of the Ming Cult is really going too far!
Everyone was ready to fight, but seeing that Xiao Hao didn't seem to take them seriously at all, they were angry and jealous. Then someone in the crowd shouted,
"No matter how powerful he is, he is only one person! Even if there are ten or a hundred of us, I don't believe he is a god from heaven and can resist us!"
"That's right! As long as one person can touch the Dragon Slaying Sword, the ownership of the Dragon Slaying Sword will no longer be in the hands of the Ming Cult!"
"Let's surround them! Two fists are no match for four hands. No matter what kind of monster it is, it will eventually run out of strength!"
The heroes were immediately incited, and dozens of people stood up in a moment. Xiao Hao glanced at them calmly and continued to suck blood while outputting a steady amount of hatred.
The more people came, the more beneficial it was for him to suck blood. With proper use of the Red Sun Wheel, he could hit up to nine people at a time. This was a very effective response measure for Xiao Hao who had opened the Meow Milk Formation. These people were not high in level, and their internal skills were far inferior to his. The damage they caused to him mostly depended on weapons and moves, and the Japanese system itself was a set of skills to strengthen external defense. Even if they were caught by him, the damage that did not exceed two digits was really not a big deal for Xiao Hao.
Seeing new people joining the battle, Xiao Hao used a Pure World Demon Breaking Strike to knock out all the people closest to him.
The health of these people had already dropped to a dangerous level. They had been unable to escape from the battle because of Xiao Hao's strong vengeance. Xiao Hao knocked them away, and they immediately escaped from the battle, falling far away with serious injuries and screaming.
Xiao Hao's Mingzun Heart Method had limited damage, and Xiao Hao deliberately held back, so they would not take their lives, but the burning effect brought by the Japanese Pure World Demon Breaking Strike was like being tortured in flames.
These people lost their fighting power, and Xiao Hao, as the eye of the formation, immediately recovered 20% of his health, and it seemed that he was safe and sound, and it was effortless.
The Ming Cult erupted in deafening cheers. Zhou Dian and the others clapped their hands and laughed, saying, "Our Saint's Mingzun Liuli Body Skills have reached perfection. It's a waste of talent for these second-rate martial artists to play with them like a cat playing with a mouse!"
Yin Tianzheng said, "It's easy for you to say it. You'll know how hard it is if you try it yourself!"
A new group of people had already arrived. Xiao Hao used the same trick again, using extreme joy to attract the crowd. His figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, but he was never more than four feet away from the Dragon Slaying Sword standing there.
The moves attracted by the taunting skill seemed to be slowed down in Xiao Hao's eyes. He dragged and pulled, and then hit or knocked on the weak points of the other people. These people's attacks changed direction and began to attack their accomplices around them.
Xiao Hao took advantage of their internal fighting to build up the hatred of the newcomers against himself.
The Kongtong, Wudang, and Shaolin masters who were watching were amazed and confused by the incredible scene before their eyes.
"The martial arts of the Mingjiao Saint are only a few styles, how can these people be so useless? After watching for so long, no one can hit accurately!" Chang Jingzhi, one of the five elders of Kongtong, was so angry that he stamped his feet and almost wanted to rush up and join in.
Zong Weixia stopped him and said cautiously: "Old Four, don't be impulsive! This man's martial arts are strange, you'd better observe for a while!"
Master Kong Xing shouted the Buddha's name and analyzed: "The poor monk has profound internal strength. Although his moves are simple, they are hidden. Have you seen the internal energy that is sucked in from his body? I'm afraid it's not that these knights don't want to hit accurately, but that they can't hit accurately at all."
Song Yuanqiao smiled and said: "Master, you have a good eye! I think this Mingjiao Saint uses the method of moving energy to form a cyclone with strong internal energy, allowing the people around him to make chaotic moves and swords to fly, As long as you get close to him, you will be drawn away like a magnet attracting iron."
Zhang Cuishan sighed: "Such profound internal strength is not much inferior to that of my master."
Guan Neng looked at them with displeasure and sneered: "How can Wudang and Shaolin help others to gain more confidence and destroy their own prestige? How old is this kid? Even if his internal strength is amazing, there are nearly a hundred people in this field, right? The so-called internal strength to protect the body is nothing more than a breath of true energy. Once it is opened, the true energy will dissipate. But you see that he is using his skills to provoke us while fighting. Does he look like he has any injuries?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's brows were locked. If a person with deep inner strength learns the method of using a little force to defeat a thousand pounds, it is indeed no problem for him to fight against many enemies with one person and use the enemy's force to defeat them. However, no matter how strong a person is, he can only fight against a dozen or twenty people. Now there are nearly a hundred people in the field. How strong inner strength can bring them all under control?
"I guess there must be something strange about the place chosen by the Ming Cult!" Tang Wenliang snorted coldly.
Everyone then divided their energy to look around the square, but this wide field was in full view and there was really no clue.
On the contrary, Xiao Hao, who was in the center of the vortex, often had golden beams of light rising from his body. Every time a beam of light disappeared, he seemed to be more resistant to attack.
The eyes of the disciples of the Ming Cult looked at Xiao Hao as if they were gods. They firmly believed that the light was the blessing of the Ming Zun, and their Holy Son was the Son of Light sent by God to lead the Ming Cult through disasters! Seeing Xiao Hao getting braver and braver, they spontaneously recited the doctrine in unison. The pious recitation echoed above the Bright Summit, bringing the power of encouragement and inspiration.
And only Xiao Hao himself knew what this flashing beam of light represented——
[Congratulations to the hero for reaching level 91. ]
[Ding! The hero fought one against a hundred, shocked the martial arts world, and shocked the heroes. The status +2000. ]
[Current achievement: Hidden Yuan Secret · Gained everything, progress 5612/10000. ]
[The progress reward has been unlocked, please check the messenger column. 】
A new round of system prompts made Xiao Hao quickly glance at the messenger column. A set of Dingguo was already lying there. Xiao Hao was relieved and just waited for the opportunity to change the Pojun on his body and continue fighting.
He forced hundreds of people to hate him alone, but it was not as easy as it seemed. All he could do was to control the moves of the few people closest to the Dragon Slaying Sword to deviate to himself, and then use the force to lead them to fight each other.
Fighting like this is extremely mentally exhausting. There are so many people. If he didn't have the system plug-in monitoring, he would not be able to take care of the surrounding situation. Even so, he couldn't avoid being hit a few times, and it was normal to lose blood.
Even with the damage reduction and blood-sucking array, his health bar has been decreasing, which is a very dangerous situation.
But Xiao Hao... doesn't care about his health bar at all.
This is the advantage of not being at the maximum level.
Every time he seriously injures someone, he will get 20% of his health back and a lot of experience. Every time the light of upgrading rises from under his feet, his health bar will immediately be restored to full.
Xiao Hao realized the advantage of this when he killed wolves in the desert before. This time, he took the initiative to propose a quick battle and a quick decision, and he was thinking of making good use of this.
Everyone only saw that his body was burning with dazzling light like the scorching sun. The scars on his body would heal and close at a speed visible to the naked eye in the blazing firelight every once in a while. In the light, Xiao Hao became more and more powerful. No one dared to take the blade. Wherever his eyes looked, a gap would suddenly appear.
If they could not see his purpose, the leaders of these sects would be too tactless.
- He was establishing the prestige of the Ming Cult! !
This battle would definitely make the Ming Cult famous. From then on, all the sects in the Central Plains would be inferior to the Ming Cult. Even if the six major sects came out to suppress him, they would have attacked first and won unfairly.
The five elders of Kongtong could no longer hold back, staring at each other, and shouted, and all five of them attacked Xiao Hao at the same time.
"You bold devil, you have ulterior motives! Let the five of us meet you!"
Xiao Hao's plug-in ding-ding-ding sounded, and he danced a perfect circle with his curved knife within four feet of his body, forcing back all the second-rate masters who approached.
The five elders of Kongtong were the top masters in the martial arts world, and their Seven Wounds Fist was an extremely profound internal injury. When Xiao Hao saw the five of them attacking together, he secretly cursed these five elders for being insidious and shameless, and became alert in his heart, holding the pilgrimage words in his hand ready to release at any time.
The five of them had clear division of labor. Guan Neng had the most profound skills and attacked Xiao Hao head-on with his fierce punches. Chang Jingzhi was known as "a punch that could break a mountain" and was an expert in the Seven Wounds Fist. He worked with Guan Neng to suppress Xiao Hao. Zong Weixia was well-behaved and capable of both offense and defense, filling in the gaps between the two. Tang Wenliang was cunning and scheming, sneaking in and attacking from nowhere, harassing and pestering. Hu Bao had the least skills and was the least noticeable. His goal was to get the Dragon Slaying Blade.
The arrival of these five people was simply incomparable to the pressure caused by the surrounding people of the 50s and 60s. Before Xiao Hao was approached by them, he had already realized that it was difficult to deal with the encirclement of these five people.
Zong Weixia shouted loudly: "Arrogant boy, you want to occupy the Dragon Slaying Sword and seize the position of the supreme master of the martial arts world, we will not let you do so!"
Xiao Hao did not dodge or evade. A fire began to burn behind him, which made the scenery behind him distort. It was the beginning of the Pilgrim's words.
One of his two swords was shining with the blue moonlight, and the other was shining with the red sunlight. The sword energy gushed out when he swung it, like the sun and the moon shining together. Golden balls of light emerged from all directions, covering the figures of more than a hundred people around Xiao Hao. The handles of his two swords were connected, and the surging internal force wrapped in the air waves spread out rapidly from under his feet. It seemed that a huge cyclone was generated with him as the center, and everyone's hands and feet were uncontrollably led to the center of Pilgrim's words.
Behind Xiao Hao is a complex and solemn pattern, which looks like the layers of glazed pure fire on the statue of Mingzun, or the holy light of the lotus platform behind the precious image of the Heavenly King of Demons.
He stood in the center of the light, his two eyes, one gold and one blue, gleaming and captivating, as if as bright as the scorching sun and as bright as the high moon. The corners of his mouth curled up as he smiled calmly:
"There are probably not many people in the world who can stop what I, Xiao Hao, want to do."
The voices of the Ming Cult's followers devoutly chanting their doctrines echoed between heaven and earth: "Father of Light, who knows righteousness and emotion, enlighten my mind and awaken my nature. Have mercy on my world, which is filled with demons and dust. Only the light can eliminate evil and promote good..."
The effect of the Pilgrimage Words had not yet expired and could not be interrupted within eight seconds. Xiao Hao did not wait for the effect to expire. He immediately switched his mind method with a thought, and the Heart Sword Gale ran wild, shaking away all the more than a hundred people surrounding him, and they flew twelve feet away from Xiao Hao with the last wave of the Pilgrimage Words.
The light of the upgrade rose from under his feet again. Xiao Hao took the opportunity to say to the system in his mind: "System, change equipment!"
Pojun's clothes disappeared from bottom to top at a speed visible to the naked eye along with the light of the upgrade, and were replaced by Dingguo, whose gold ornaments shone like flickering lights.
A large area was vacated around Xiao Hao. He was full of health and status, and had the remaining 20% attack power buff of the pilgrim's words. He looked at the Kongtong Five Elders flying towards him uncontrollably in the air, showing an expression like a large cat that caught a fat prey.
The tip of his tongue gently licked his white teeth, and Xiao Hao raised his double swords in a dazzling light. The cold moon was shining with a faint blue sword light, and he had already met the five panicked people.
The author has something to say: Shi Zhixuan [Secret Observation.jpg]: Ah Hao is really handsome no matter what!
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Secretly giving Brother Miao a crazy call!
——From a Miji client who is a fan of Brother Miao.
[Emm, it seems that cats will become funny when they become relatives and friends [噫_(:з」∠)_This