Chương 224: This sword looks familiar

When the man in black saw Zhao Rui draw his sword and stab without saying a word, his eyes narrowed and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"They're utterly ignorant and arrogant!"

The man in black waved his hand, and his Dharma Body True Essence transformed into a giant, icy hand, grabbing towards Zhao Rui who was rushing towards him.

Zhao Rui was completely unafraid. His sword flashed, and the sword in his hand soared into the air, transforming into a giant white dragon made of solid ice. It opened its blood-red maw and roared down at the giant icy hand.

The man in black's expression changed drastically. Before he could make a move, the ice dragon had already bitten his true essence hand, and at the same time, the dragon's claws tore through the air, instantly ripping the true essence hand into pieces of ice.

Huge blocks of ice fell from mid-air, smashing houses on the ground to pieces.

After crushing the giant hand, the ice dragon continued its momentum, its body snaking forward, circling the man in black before diving straight down and tearing at him.

"A dragon-shaped divine weapon?"

The men in black were shocked, and Yan Xing, who was in charge, shouted, "You can't fight them head-on, retreat immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black used his true energy to block the dragon's bites and claws, and retreated rapidly.

In just one round, the man in black, who had forced all the sects to fight back with all their might, fled in panic, temporarily avoiding the brunt of the attack.

The sect leaders and elders were both surprised and delighted. They were surprised that Zhao Rui was so powerful.

Fortunately, they received strong reinforcements.

Only Fei Hong and the others from the Kongtong Sect had slightly strange expressions, because the long sword in Zhao Rui's hand looked somewhat familiar to them.

It doesn't look very familiar, but it looks extremely familiar.

However, their longswords do not possess the ability to transform into an ice dragon.

This left them momentarily unsure of what kind of sword Zhao Rui was holding.

On the battlefield, as the men in black retreated, Zhao Rui did not stop attacking, and the dragon's ferocious claws continued to attack the other men in black.

As Zhao Rui moved, a giant dragon coiled around him, and with each movement, the dragon enveloped all the men in black within his "sword techniques."

The sight of such a formidable ice dragon terrified the men in black, who immediately unleashed their magical abilities to defend against its onslaught.

"Get out of the way!"

When Yan Xing saw that Zhao Rui had single-handedly entangled all the men in black except for himself, his expression changed drastically. After speaking sharply, he made a series of moves with both hands, and suddenly a giant palm with an astonishing chill struck towards Zhao Rui.

Upon hearing this, the men in black all withstood Zhao Rui's attack and withdrew from the onslaught of the Frost Sword Dragon.

"Good timing!"

Zhao Rui's eyes brightened slightly, and he unleashed the Snow Frost Palm technique to its fullest extent, striking out with the same palm.

Two identical, extremely cold palm strikes, each carrying boundless chill, seemed to freeze time and space as they collided with a deafening roar.

With a crack, Yanxing's Frost Palm shattered, and the enormous impact sent him flying backward for dozens of meters before he could regain his footing.

"Snowy Frost Palm?"

Yanxing stared at Zhao Rui in disbelief. It was always their Mingwang Palace that used other people's martial arts to slap other people in the face.

Today, I was actually humiliated by someone using the martial arts of my own sect.

"Exactly!"

Zhao Rui's move was effective. He stood proudly between the two sides, looking calmly at the group of men in black opposite him.

At this moment, the dozen or so men in black who had withdrawn from the battle had gathered around Yan Xing, all staring warily at Zhao Rui.

Yan Xing steadied himself, his face grim as he emerged from the array. His gaze narrowed slightly as he sized Zhao Rui up and down. Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and he said coldly, "Is that Master Zhao from the Qingcheng Sword Sect ahead?"

"Oh? You actually recognize me? Am I that famous?"

Zhao Rui paused for a moment, then casually laughed.

"Your name is renowned throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty. How could someone who managed to escape from the clutches of the Ancestor of the Yun Family be an unknown figure?"

Yanxing said solemnly, "As one of the powers of the Great Zhou, how could their Mingwang Palace not know about Zhao Rui's forced entry into Yunfu and his departure?"

Judging from the exchange just now, his reputation is indeed undeserved.

He is no match for him.

With such a master arriving, the plan to raid the Central Plains martial arts world has completely fallen through.

"A mere reputation is not worth mentioning. May I ask who you are? What business is it of yours if the martial arts world of the Central Plains holds a meeting?"

With a casual gesture, Zhao Rui instantly transformed the ice dragon into a longsword and landed in his hand.

This scene made the experts from various sects extremely envious. In the martial arts world, there are many divine weapons, especially those from Emei and Kongtong.

However, very few people can possess them. These divine weapons are mostly crafted by various sects with painstaking effort, and both the raw materials and the craftsmanship are top secrets of each sect.

Those that were able to be passed down were all in the hands of masters from various schools.

However, these are naturally inferior to the treasures of Emei and Dong.

Judging from the power of the divine sword in Zhao Rui's hand, it is no less powerful than the divine weapons of the two sects, and may even be more powerful.

"Senior brother, this sword—" Fei Ya Zi from the Kongtong Sect whispered to his senior brother Fei Hong Zi.

Fei Hongzi slightly raised his hand, stopping him from speaking. With the invasion from other places underway, these matters should be discussed after the situation is over.

With a formidable enemy at hand, we should focus on external threats.

Upon hearing this, Yanxing shook his head and said, "I am from the Mingwang Palace of the Great Snow Mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty. As for what you said about what has happened, how can there be any grudges between two armies? Your words are rather naive."

"Oh, since it's a battle between two armies, that makes things easier."

Zhao Rui smiled faintly, turned to look at Abbot Huikong of Shaolin Temple, and said, "Abbot, look, everyone says it's a battle between two armies, a life-or-death struggle. Why are you still hiding things? Why not leave them all here? Are you waiting for them to escape back home for the New Year?"

Upon hearing this, the men in black were all stunned, their eyes turning cold as they looked at Zhao Rui.

"You think you've got us cornered?"

Yan Xing glared at him coldly and angrily, clearly showing a hint of anger at being slighted.

"Amitabha, it is indeed my fault. In that case, Shaolin cannot allow Master Zhao to make a fool of himself."

Namo Amitabha Buddha, Uncle Huai Xiang, thank you for your trouble.

The Buddhist chanting of Master Huikong resounded, causing the bells of distant temples to ring loudly.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, a sigh came from the direction of the main hall, followed by a surge of powerful true energy that shocked everyone present.

"Amitabha Buddha, this old monk has been practicing asceticism and forgetting worldly affairs for thirty years, and has never set foot in the mortal world. Why must you force me, my nephew?"

The voice rang out from the main hall, and in an instant, a figure slowly walked in following the sound.

By the time the last word "difficult" reached everyone's ears, the figure had already appeared before them.

It was an old monk with white hair and beard, and a withered figure.

The old monk's robe was patched and faded from washing, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master Huai Xiang! Shaolin is now facing a powerful invasion. We hope that you will show great compassion, subdue the demons, and protect the glory of Shaolin."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk Huai Xiang murmured a Buddhist chant and said nothing more. He stood in mid-air like a wooden sculpture, quietly scanning the black-clad men opposite him.

Yanxing met his gaze, and suddenly his soul trembled. An invisible, demon-subduing chanting arose in his sea of consciousness.

Yanxing trembled violently and quickly bit his tongue, forcibly squeezing the Buddhist chant and Zen-like feeling out of his mind.

"Don't look him in the eyes!"

Yan Xing hurriedly shouted, but his words were a beat too late. Several men in black had already fallen into the chanting and were falling from the sky like wooden chickens.

"Damn it, that bald monk from Shaolin is incredibly treacherous."

Several other men in black, including Yan Sheng, who were still conscious, quickly jumped down to chase after their companions, grabbing them and stopping their fall.

The other sect members looked at each other in bewilderment at this scene.

Who would have thought that the man in black, whom everyone had been fighting for half a day, would almost be smashed to pieces just by glancing at the old Shaolin monk?

"Shaolin's strength is indeed extraordinary."

A sense of wariness rose in everyone's hearts.

Unlike them, Zhao Rui felt only envy and excitement upon seeing this scene.

This is a pretty good martial art.

In the martial arts, among the techniques of the soul, the most powerful are the chanting of Buddhist scriptures and the demonic thoughts, which are most adept at bewitching people's minds.

Zhao Rui already possesses the Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound Technique. If he were to learn this Buddhist Zen sound as well, he would be able to unleash both Buddhist and demonic sounds simultaneously, a fusion of good and evil, which is quite formidable.

"withdraw!"

After Yanxing helped the man up, he knew that today's efforts had been in vain. He let out a low shout, and with a sway of his body, he rushed directly out of Shaolin Temple.

This time, they not only overlooked Zhao Rui's appearance and underestimated his strength, but also underestimated the strength of the Shaolin monks.

People from the Central Plains are indeed all cunning and shrewd. This old monk was so powerful; he hid for thirty years. He was truly patient and patient.

I just don't know if there are any others.

Regardless of whether they have or not, Shaolin has already made a decision by revealing their trump card this time.

We have to make a decision; the Great Zhou has already come knocking on our door.

This battle between the Great Zhou and the Central Plains martial arts world is inevitable.

As Yanxing fled, the other men in black also used their superb lightness skills to escape into the distance.

"Uncle-Master?"

Zen Master Huikong glanced at his uncle, the Venerable Huaixiang, but saw that he had no intention of making another move.

He couldn't help but shout, "Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

Having said that, he took the lead and chased after Yanxing.

The people from other sects were not idle either. They paired up, selected a man in black, and gave chase.

These men in black were all experts at the Dharma Aspect Realm; they were not easily subdued by an ordinary master from a Central Plains sect.

Zhao Rui glanced around, lingering on the old monk Huai Xiang for a half-second longer, then his figure blurred as he chased after the direction in which a man in black had left.

Once everyone left...

The old monk Huai Xiang hurriedly descended from mid-air, suddenly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and exhaled. A breath of turbid air shot out, reaching a distance of ten feet, and lingered for a long time.

"This Zen sound technique has ultimately been practiced incorrectly."

Huai Xiang shook his head slightly and remained silent.

Ten kilometers away.

Amidst the endless undulating mountains of Songshan, two figures raced one after the other.

"Huikong, are you trying to completely turn against our Great Zhou?"

Yanxing rode at breakneck speed, cursing incessantly.

"When did the Mingwang Palace on the Great Snowy Mountain come to represent the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Huikong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he unconsciously quickened his pace.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

Seeing that there was only Huikong as a pursuer around, Yanxing hardened his heart, turned around and attacked Zen Master Huikong.

"The Great Compassionate Thousand-Leaf Hand!"

Huikong, with hands like a Bodhisattva, manipulated various hand seals, conjuring hundreds of arms, and with immeasurable supernatural powers, directly laid a net of heaven and earth in the direction from which Yanxing attacked.

Yan Xing was no pushover either; he unleashed the Snow Frost Palm technique to its fullest extent, freezing the space around him with his palm.

The instantaneous chill instantly materialized into a domain of power composed of ice.

The two were evenly matched, each possessing exquisite martial arts skills, and this time their fight was different from their previous encounter at Shaolin.

At that time, Yanxing mainly used Shaolin martial arts, and the two of them were more like exchanging blows.

But at this moment, the two were using their best moves, already showing signs of fighting.

"It's a pity I don't have the manual for this Chiba Hand, otherwise I wouldn't allow you to be so arrogant here."

The Great Compassion Thousand Leaf Hand is an extremely powerful palm technique with astonishing power.

Yan Xing's icy palm strikes, though they clashed from a distance, were unable to subdue him for the time being.

The force of their fight was so great that it caused rocks to collapse and forests to be destroyed.

Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long attack, Yan Xing became anxious. He made a feint and then ran away into the distance.

Just then, a figure in black leaped up from below and attacked Huikong.

Huikong was shocked and quickly used the Great Compassion Thousand Leaf Hand to block the opponent's attack.

Yanxing was overjoyed to see that his companion had arrived. He turned around and attacked Huikong, intending to take him down with the help of the two of them.

We should at least drive him away.

Huikong never expected that there was another man in black hiding below. He broke out in a cold sweat and immediately focused all his attention to fight the two men.

The three fought for almost half an hour, exchanging thousands of quick moves. Huikong's techniques were no longer limited to the Thousand Leaf Palm; he would sometimes use the Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill, sometimes the Doro Leaf Finger, and sometimes other Shaolin martial arts.

This fight exhausted all the skills he had learned in his life.

However, the two people in front of him were of equal strength, and he was unable to break away for the time being.

Just when he thought he was doomed, he suddenly noticed that the man in black trembled, as if he had been injured.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Huikong was overjoyed and kept his attacks aimed at the opponent's vital points.

After a few rounds, he struck his opponent in the chest with a palm, knocking him to the ground.

He himself was not much better off, as Yanxing took the opportunity to strike him on the shoulder, injuring him as well.

"withdraw!"

Having landed a successful blow, Yanxing plummeted downwards, grabbed the man in black's clothes, and sped away into the distance.

Seeing this, Huikong hesitated for a moment, clutched his shoulder, and used his internal energy to neutralize Yanxing's icy palm force. He then turned back to Shaolin Temple instead of continuing the pursuit.

On the other side, after rescuing the man in black, Yanxing took him a hundred kilometers away before slowing down.

"Luckily you arrived in time, otherwise if I had been held up by the old monk Huikong, I wouldn't have been able to escape once their reinforcements arrived."

Yanxing said with a touch of emotion.

This time, in the name of the Ming King, I led some of the Dharma Aspect True Persons from my sect, traversing mountains and rivers, traveling thousands of miles to the Central Plains martial arts world.

This was to deter the restless ambitions of the martial arts world in the Central Plains.

Perhaps due to the long period of peace, they have forgotten the great strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty and are now attempting to stop it with their bare hands.

"Actually, whether or not you escape doesn't matter much."

The man in black glanced at Yanxing and said leisurely.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xing broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly took a step back, and looked at the man in black with a wary expression.

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