Chapter 690 The Sage's Robes and the Sons Worship Heaven
"The Thousand Character Classic of the Earth Book, the Nine Chapters of Azure Clouds Armor."
Qingxiang's entire body was filled with azure energy, and she covered her delicate body with the Nine Chapters Armor, which she had cultivated from nine chapters of the "Book of Earth," and exchanged nine blows with Li Weiyi, who was only holding one hand.
Li Weiyi used Ye Tianchen as a shield with his other hand to block the attacks of the two fourth-realm masters.
Even though the two academic leaders deliberately held back and avoided him at every turn, Ye Tianchen was still covered in wounds and kept coughing up blood.
"Swish! Swish!"
The top-level experts in the building all leaped out.
Whether suspended in mid-air or standing atop a building, they are all condensing Taoist arts.
Someone shouted: "Li Weiyi, you are not worthy of the title of Southern Dragon. If you have the guts, release Ye Tianchen and fight us fair and square."
“Okay, one-on-one? One-on-two, one-on-three, I can barely accept that.”
Seeing that they had all become mute, Li Weiyi was too lazy to waste any more words. He took out a magic bag and threw the seriously injured Ye Tianchen into it.
Then, carrying the boundary bag on his back, he shouted to the crowd, "Be careful with your attacks. If you break the boundary bag and Ye Tianchen dies, it won't be me who killed him."
Li Weiyi stretched out his arms and strode towards Qingxiang.
"Sizzle!"
One hundred and eight lightning strikes array appeared, and more than a dozen bolts of lightning flew out from the array, transforming into lightning swords that flew away.
"The Nine Heavens Thunderstrike Sword of the Ancient Thunderclap Sect?"
Qingxiang, having read countless books and possessing extensive knowledge, slid backward and, with a flick of her palm, unleashed a thousand-character essay.
The culture of a thousand characters is like a river of characters, colliding with electric sparks flying from all directions.
Even when lightning struck her, it was blocked by the Nine-Chapter Armor.
As Ye Tianchen was put into the dimensional bag, the Holy Spirit Mind Masters present immediately activated the array, breaking through the 108 lightning strikes. Then, several top-tier experts launched close-range attacks on Li Weiyi.
"Bang! Bang!"
Li Weiyi fought against multiple opponents, quickly escaping and fighting his way along the lake, using palm strikes and kicks to continuously knock away the attacking martial artists of the Longevity Realm of the Zong Sheng Academy.
But it is endless.
At any given moment, there are no fewer than four people fighting against Li Weiyi.
Meanwhile, the others secretly gathered their strength and condensed their Daoist techniques. Only after they had finished condensing their techniques did they step in to fill in the gaps.
"Boom!"
A four-colored spiritual light burst forth from Li Weiyi's brow, sending all five attackers flying and causing them to spit blood from their mouths and noses.
Some crashed to the ground, dragging plows across it. Others plunged into the lake with a splash.
"Peak of the fourth realm of Holy Spirit Mind Master".
Qingxiang frowned and gently raised her hand in greeting.
Behind him, more than a dozen Holy Mind Masters unleashed a storm of runes, surging densely towards Li Weiyi.
Li Wei moved swiftly along the ground, dodging attacks while simultaneously collecting the two severely injured martial artists at the Longevity Realm of the Sect Saint Learning Sea into two boundary bags, which he then hung on two other blind spots in his body for defense.
Just as he stood up, Qingxiang descended from the sky and unleashed a palm strike with a radius of tens of feet, radiating the power of the Azure Cloud Palm.
In the azure sky, the texts of the "Book of the Ground" overlapped one after another, rising and falling.
The four top scholars, who were healing their injuries, attacked Li Weiyi from four different directions.
Before that, six other Taoist techniques condensed into six chains, which wrapped around Li Weiyi.
In the distance, Zhuang Yue watched as Li Weiyi was besieged by an overwhelming number of experts, enduring wave after wave of attacks. Holding her breath, she tightly gripped Jiang Ning's small hands and repeatedly looked at her ahead.
I had a feeling that Li Weiyi was about to be suppressed or stripped naked at any moment. Therefore, I was extremely nervous and worried.
Jiang Ning turned her head and looked at her pale face: "What are you worried about? He is just honing himself and wants to reach the peak as soon as possible, so he deliberately came to cause trouble. It's good that Zong Sheng Xue Hai Bai Jia seems to have a lot of talents, but in reality, it is a disorganized mess. Currently, only a third of the people who have surrounded them have done so, and they do not seem to be training battle formations. They are far inferior to the well-prepared Demon Kingdom."
“But…” Zhuang Yue saw that Li Weiyi was already vomiting blood and had been hit by many punches and palms.
"But what? He hasn't even released the seven strange insects that are best suited to deal with the siege. Does he need you to help him escape? In this battle, he has to rely on himself to get through it. Only then will he have a chance of winning against the Demon Kingdom." Jiang Ning looked at the battlefield again.
Li Weiyi had already fled halfway around Mirror Lake, bleeding from all seven orifices, and was severely injured. He kept trying to get into crowds, and had five boundary bags hanging on his body.
It was precisely because of these boundary bags that Zong Shengxuehai and his group were restrained; otherwise, he would have been overwhelmed by Taoist techniques and formations long ago.
All he could see were figures, fists, and palms; the protective aura he had erected was instantly shattered.
On the tallest vermilion pavilion in Mengqing Garden.
Cheng Dun stood by the railing, hands behind his back, his eyes cold and deep as he watched the chaotic battle raging on the lakeside. He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with the performance of the martial artists from Zong Sheng Xue Hai.
Beside him, Pu Yanshou, carrying a scroll, counted on a pillar with a pen and reported, "Nine are seriously injured and incapacitated, five have been captured, and twenty-seven are lightly injured. I'll go end the battle; if we continue, it'll look too bad!"
“Li Weiyi has not yet used the seven strange insects! As long as the seven insects are not released, you and the rest of you should not move.”
After Cheng Dun finished speaking, he remained silent for a long while before asking, "What do you think of this battle?"
After bowing, Pu Yanshou responded to Cheng Dun's question: "The disciples of the Hundred Schools of the Zongsheng Academy are all acting independently and greedy for petty gains. People like Ye Tianchen and Uncle Fang have even secretly joined the Demon Kingdom's camp, preparing to serve them in the battle for immortality."
"The students believe that they should have had such an external test long ago. Li Weiyi is the sword that cuts through their dignity and pride, letting them know the power of the top young generation."
"This battle, which left Li Weiyi and Mo Duanfeng at Meng Qingyuan, is barely considered a passable result. From now on, the members of Zongsheng Academy can unite, which will be more useful than any gathering for discussion."
"If we let the two of them escape, the disciples of the Hundred Families will surely feel ashamed and then become brave, and then truly gather around Meng Quyi and Qingxiang, becoming a whole."
Cheng Dun nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to Mirror Lake: "The Emperor's Blade of the Wind Mansion!"
After the sixth strike of the Seven Slashes of Broken Wind was unleashed, an imperial figure appeared behind Mo Duanfeng, towering dozens of feet high, with sword energy flowing like a torrent.
Not to mention Mirror Lake, even the defensive formations around Mirror Lake shattered layer by layer, leaving a long trail of blades on the ground of Meng Qingyuan.
"Sizzle!"
The energy of heaven and earth and the layers of "Earth Book" characters were shattered by Mo Duanfeng's blade. Meng Quyi retreated repeatedly and landed on the top of Shuimu Pavilion, blood flowing from his hands.
The white jade holy hand was shattered, restoring its original color.
"How is this possible? He actually managed to block the Emperor's Blade of the Wind Mansion just like that? Is the defense of a Heaven and Earth Freedom Realm cultivator so impenetrable?"
Mo Duanfeng's seventh strike, "Ancestral Field Immortal Blade," was triggered by the incantation, causing the ancestral field's magical energy to vibrate back and forth like ocean tides, rising and falling, poised to strike.
If this strike fails to injure Meng Quyi to the point of incapacitation, he will be at the mercy of his opponent.
"No! He is shrouded in an aura and power that does not belong to the Longevity Realm. It is... it is the robes of a Sage! So that's it, he is wearing the robes of a Sage."
Mo Duanfeng stared intently, discerning the clues, and cursed inwardly.
With the protection of the sage's robes, it's as if he has been given subtle power of the laws.
"The sons worshiped Heaven."
Meng Quyi stood atop the Shuimu Pavilion, straightened his clothes, and began to chant loudly.
His whole body radiated with rosy light, his head was covered in blue clouds, and his feet were treading on a sea of words.
He bowed slightly, placing his hands in front of him in a crossed and extended position.
"Splash! Splash! Splash..."
One after another, holy figures appeared in the sea of words and the azure clouds, preparing to meet Mo Duanfeng's strongest strike.
To everyone's surprise, Mo Duanfeng forcibly sheathed his sword and charged towards Li Weiyi, who was being besieged by the lakeside, laughing wildly: "You're good. That's enough for today. We'll fight again another day."
Meng Quyi was dressed in the robes of the Sage, and Mo Duanfeng believed that even if the Ancestral Heaven Immortal Blade were to strike him, it would be difficult to severely injure him.
Mo Duanfeng was not only skilled in offense, but also a person who valued defense above all else. He always wore three layers of armor, completely airtight, and never took them off.
After the destruction of his three-layered armor in the ancient kingdom of Ruins of Time, he returned to the Holy Capital and was granted the Vulcan Armor, which offered even greater protection, to participate in the struggle for immortality.
When challenging Meng Quyi, Mo Duanfeng didn't wear the Fire God Armor, believing that the "Longevity Ranking" was a contest of personal strength, unlike the Longevity Crossing contest which was a struggle for interests. He reasoned that even if he won with the Fire God's energy within his armor, he wouldn't gain recognition.
Therefore, seeing Meng Quyi actually wearing the robes of the sage to fight, he felt somewhat annoyed.
But there's not much to say. Meng Quyi being able to wear such a rare and precious treasure as the Zong Sheng robes is itself part of his strength.
Moreover, Mo Duanfeng knew that Li Weiyi had been circling around Mirror Lake and hadn't left; he was waiting for him.
Winning or losing is important, but friends are more important.
"Brother Weiyi, I've lost. Let's go!"
Mo Duanfeng rushed to the shore and slashed with his sword, knocking Qingxiang back.
Li Weiyi glanced at Meng Quyi, who hadn't yet arrived in the lake: "Block me for a breath."
When Uncle Fang saw Li Weiyi's gaze fall on him, his expression changed drastically and he immediately stepped back.
"Still trying to leave?"
Li Weiyi caught up with him with lightning speed.
Uncle Fang, radiating golden light, suddenly turned his burly body around and punched Li Weiyi in the face.
Li Wei lowered his body to avoid the fist, and struck the man's chest with both palms in a tower-like motion.
With a cracking sound, Uncle Fang's ribs broke, and all his strength was dissipated. The next moment, Li Weiyi slammed his body heavily to the ground and punched him in the head, knocking him unconscious.
It was put into the realm bag where Ye Tianchen was located.
A dense whistling sound came from behind.
As Mo Duanfeng joined the battle with his sword, the martial artists of the Longevity Realm of the Zong Sheng Academy, who were suppressing their anger, unleashed their magical weapons.
Mo Duanfeng mobilized the magical energy and poured it into the crimson belt.
Instantly, the Vulcan Armor spread out inch by inch from his belt, covering his entire body, and his body transformed into a torch, blocking all the flying magical artifacts.
"Bang! Bang!"
Mo Duanfeng withstood dozens of thousand-character weapons, but the blades could not cut them all, and the impact kept penetrating his armor. He was forced to retreat repeatedly, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He finally realized how extraordinary Li Weiyi was to have been able to fight a group of people alone until now.
If it weren't for the Vulcan Armor protecting him, dozens of thousand-character artifacts falling would have been enough to chop him into mincemeat.
Azure clouds and sea of words surged from Mirror Lake.
With the imposing presence of "All the Masters Worship Heaven," Meng Quyi, dressed in fluttering robes, flew over from the sky. Upon seeing the Fire God Armor on Mo Duanfeng, his expression changed slightly, and he shouted, "You haven't lost tonight, but you and Li Weiyi are not going anywhere."
The princes worshipped Heaven, and dozens of holy figures appeared.
Azure clouds enveloped the entire Mengqing Garden, while the sea of words and the glow of the sunset pressed down on Mo Duanfeng and Li Weiyi's heads.
Suddenly.
These seas of words and rosy clouds were dispersed by the celestial radiance and the four-colored spiritual flames, and instead surged back.
"The Pure Flame of Glazed Glass, a combination of martial arts and spiritual power."
"If you can block my move, Shi Yiyin, then Lao Mo and I will surrender today!"
Li Weiyi formed the Mudra of Shi Yi at his chest, and his body slowly rose from the celestial glow and four-colored spiritual light, like a Buddha descending to earth, surrounded by chanting. Covered in blood, his fighting spirit and unwavering belief in victory reached their peak at this moment, piercing through the clouds.
(End of this chapter)
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