Reflect the world

Chapter 652 The Ever-changing Scholar (Part [-])
"This is strength, I believe in your ghost."

"The strongest one in the village, what kind of ghost village is that? I don't think even the top fighters who have opened up their nine apertures are not as strong as you."

Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan were complaining in their hearts.

Even if their minds are far beyond ordinary people, killing is just a common thing for them.

Facing Tang Xuanming, I still couldn't help feeling guilty.

Fortunately, after Tang Xuanming washed off the blood stains on his body and put on a white robe, he looked more like a handsome scholar than a madman who could depict and kill under the moonlit night.

"Let's go to Shaolin next."

Both Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan had no objection. They both considered themselves to be masters in the world of reincarnation, but compared to Tang Xuanming, they seemed to be far behind.

This self-proclaimed hunter in the mountains does not have traces of martial arts training on his body, but he is not inferior to the top martial arts people in the single hand.

The technique is quick and the killing is decisive.

Most of the more than fifty heavy-armored prairie soldiers were in the hands of Tang Xuanming, and this alone was much better than Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan.

The rest of the journey was relatively calm. Tang Xuanming, Jiang Zhiwei, and Zhang Yuanshan got horses from Doercha's elite soldiers who ambushed them, and went straight all the way.

However, it took one and a half days to reach the third gate of Shaolin Temple.

However, there are many mountains and forests in Shaohua Mountain, and horses cannot climb it.

Before reaching the mountain, the three had already abandoned their horses and climbed the mountain.

Perhaps it was because Tang Xuanming's slaughter that night was too terrifying, or maybe it was because they were moving too fast, and Duoercha's blockade had not yet been completed.

Tang Xuanming and his group came to the Shaolin Temple without any risk, but on the other side, Meng Qi, Gu Xiaosang and others who were divided into another team did not arrive for a long time.

Until the deadline of the third day, under Zhang Yuanshan's and Jiang Zhiwei's slightly anxious eyes, they walked slowly.

Their number is still the same as before, and there is no loss.

The space of the Lord of the Six Realms of Reincarnation once entered is like Tang Xuanming's strong man wielding a knife.

That girl, Gu Xiaosang, who looks pitiful and looks like an elf.

There was also Qi Zhengyan, who seemed to be wearing an iron mask on his face, who was serious and unsmiling.

Tang Xuanming took another look at this unsmiling young man, no one would have thought that this unknown little disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect would inherit the lineage of the Demon Emperor in the future and become one of the top figures.

And the burly man with a rough face no longer had the arrogance before, covering his face in pain, and groaning in a low voice from time to time.

A slanted knife mark on his face ran through his left and right cheeks, making him close to disfigurement, blood and flesh rolled on his face, it was quite frightening.

Tang Xuanming cast a glance at him, his eyes were indifferent, without any emotion.

In just three short days, his strength had already exceeded [-] jin, and the depths of his pupils were faintly golden.

Judging people is not based on appearance at all, but can be nailed into the soul directly through the bones.

In his eyes, Xiang Hui is no longer the rough and strong man in the space of the Lord of the Six Paths of Samsara, but has become another middle-aged man with a strange appearance.

Tang Xuanming didn't care either, if he remembered correctly, this middle-aged man.Ren is another important warrior under Duoercha, the prairie barbarian general, who seems to be a scholar of thousands of changes.

"I can't remember clearly, but it's okay, it doesn't matter if you remember the name of the supporting role?"

Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan, Meng Qi and the others were about to communicate, but they saw the young man in a white robe with a handsome face like a scholar throwing a punch.

Boom!
The air seemed to be exploded, making a dull sound.

Xiang Hui, who was in front of the fist, changed color on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you going to do?"

The incident happened so suddenly that even Jiang Zhiwei, who had the highest cultivation base and the quickest reaction, only had time to ask a question. After several days of getting along with each other, she hesitated and did not draw her sword.

And just this moment of hesitation can be the difference between life and death.

As he had witnessed Tang Xuanming's attack with his own eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene where Xiang Hui's chest was pierced and blood spurted from his mouth and nose to death.

However, Xiang Hui, who had just reached the Qi accumulation level and whose strength was considered low among the group, was unexpected.

At the moment when his fist was about to be born, his figure suddenly became ethereal, his figure was gloomy and dark, constantly changing, and he actually pulled out several afterimages around him, showing a supernatural first-class lightness kung fu.

Tang Xuanming and Meng Qi's pupils dilated slightly to stop Xiang Hui, but he didn't expect such a scene to happen.

He was able to get to the foot of the Shaolin Temple smoothly, but he also encountered several rounds of terrible attacks in a row, and he came here after surviving death.

Among them, Xiang Hui can only say that he is not slowing down most of the time, and he has not shown such amazing lightness skills at all.

"Play pig eat tiger?"

He was still wondering, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan also reacted at the same time.

"It's not Xiang Hui, it's the titan Baibian scholar that Duo Ercha sat down."

Compared to Meng Qi, who had no experience in the world, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan were both seasoned.

The two keenly grasped the truth from the change of breath in Xiang Hui's body. Xiang Hui is just a martial artist at the level of accumulating energy, but now the lightness kung fu and true energy displayed by this white-faced and beardless middle-aged man are already enlightened levels of strength.

Clang!
The long sword was out of its sheath, and Jiang Zhiwei's figure was also drawn out, but the ever-changing scholar is good at lightness kungfu and disguise, Jiang Zhiwei herself is not good at lightness kung fu, and it is even more difficult to catch up at this moment.

And she was already the one who reacted the fastest among the crowd. At this moment, the long sword in Zhang Yuanshan's hand had just been unsheathed, and Meng Qi's hand had just reached the hilt.

"Oops!"

In the blink of an eye, such a thought popped up in everyone's mind.

Duoercha's ever-changing scholar is not the strongest one, but he is the most weird and difficult to guard against.

If he is allowed to leave calmly at this moment, who knows what kind of appearance it will come in disguised.

Meng Qi was covered in cold sweat when he realized it. He had slept with Xiang Hui for many days in a row, and he had no defense at all. If the ever-changing scholar was targeting him, he would have died several times.

At this moment, a group of people were shocked to find that Tang Xuanming's figure was hanging behind the ever-changing scholar like a shadow.

Tang Xuanming's steps are ethereal and ethereal, like a fairy descending into the world, with a kind of charm.

What especially caught Jiang Zhiwei's attention was that Tang Xuanming didn't have any real energy flowing in his body, but he was still as fast as lightning, which was even more terrifying than the famous lightness kung fu of the top schools.

Although he is a latecomer, Ren Zai catches up with the ever-changing scholar who is famous for his lightness kung fu.

Then there is the punch full of violent aesthetics.

"I will fight with you..."

The Variety Scholar's face changed drastically, he gritted his teeth and was about to fight Tang Xuanming to the death, but Jiang Zhiwei had already let go of half of it.

Clang!
The long sword broke into two pieces in the air, floated high, and then fell powerlessly.

The hilt of the sword was inserted obliquely into the soil, and Meng Qi heard a dull drumming sound, and saw the ever-changing scholar's chest sink in an instant, and the bones in his body were crackling like fried beans.

Then he slumped to the ground like a fish without bones.

She also killed the enemy with the iron cloth shirt and brute force, and she saw at a glance that this famous and versatile scholar in this world was actually broken by a punch.

That terrifying sound made Meng Qi shiver uncontrollably. Staring at Tang Xuanming, who was slender and dressed in a white robe, with an ethereal celestial aura, Meng Qi felt a little sour.

(End of this chapter)