Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"What is this, how could this happen..."

Around the valley, the immortals who were watching from the side looked at this scene with horrified expressions.

Originally the two sides were going back and forth, fighting back and forth, but suddenly the winner was decided.

Chang Zaitian was killed by a sword that was no more than a toothpick compared to its huge body. This was undoubtedly an extremely inconsistent scene.

Its body exploded inch by inch, the black scales making a sound like steel, and then even the bones were broken section by section, leaving only broken white bones in the end.

This python immortal who brutally killed hundreds of ritual performers and came to take Zhang Zhiwei's head with great arrogance was crushed into bloody mud before he even had time to say a word.

This scene is simply appalling.

But this is not the end. The sword's power of "one sword can separate the world" has just begun and is far from over.

The Dongfeng sword was like a twisted dragon beating, making a long and harsh hissing sound. The sword was like a full moon, as thin as a line, and it shot out.

At that moment, there was an obvious pause in time.

Jianqi drew a blue-gold arc in the air, like the trajectory of wild geese crossing the horizon, and like a line of fire that burned out everything.

The line of fire advanced rapidly, and where it was ignited, the bloody wind and rain spewed out, as brilliant as fire trees and silver flowers.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. This scene is nothing more than this.

"Puff! Puff! Puff..."

The sound of flesh and blood cracking was horrifying.

More than half of the besieging Inari gods and immortals were struck by the attack, and their frightened expressions were wiped away easily, just like a painter casually wiping away a scrapped paper manuscript.

Of the three Inari Gods that were ordered to come out, only one escaped by chance. After all, One Sword Separation uses an Arrancar attack method. Large-scale AOE is not what it is good at. It is an accident that it can kill so many immortals with one blow. Very happy.

The flesh and blood of the dead immortals were blown away like dust by the sharp sword, turning into a bloody rain, with bones and blood shattered all over the ground.

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On the mountain wall, Mr. Huang was watching the battle with his eyes wide open.

At this moment, it was not thinking about anything. The scene in front of it was so unreal.

In hundreds of years, it has eaten more salt than other people have eaten. This sentence to describe it is by no means an exaggeration, but at this moment, it still feels dizzy.

The blood mist was blown over by the wind and snow, and the thick bloody smell covered its face.

The bloody, cold, fierce, and natural disaster-like scene just now lingers in its mind for a long time. This is an indescribable feeling.

The little heavenly master who claimed to be the leader of Tiantong brought him not only bloody killings, but also a kind of cognitive baptism. This cognitive baptism came not only from Zhang Zhiwei himself, but from Huang Ye's lifelong Subversion of values.

As a horse-riding Huangxian, it has had too many younger horses over hundreds of years, and has seen too many things. The horse-drawing fairies have their own way of doing things, even the so-called Ten Horses. Even the emperor, who is an old man, must follow their rules in front of them.

But today, he met a different person. He entered the game alone and fought for three thousand miles. With one sword, he was a million-soldier, crushing their rules and ways of doing things.

Should such people exist in this world? Huang Ye asked himself, after all, he had never seen it for hundreds of years, and had only heard of it in the legends of those saints.

In the past, it dismissed these legends as exaggerations.

After all, as an immortal who practices incense and fire magic, in order to better consolidate their beliefs, it is normal for them to exaggerate their own abilities and perform deeds out of thin air.

It does so and takes it for granted that everyone else does the same.

But now, it can't help but wonder, maybe those legends are true.

Because a living legend is being composed bit by bit in front of it. The immortal family here today, including it, are all "strokes" in the process of composing this legend, even insignificant "strokes".

The difference is that some "strokes" have been completed, such as Chang Zaitian who was crushed into bloody mud.

Some strokes are unfinished, but will never intersect again, such as those immortals present who did not do anything but watched from the wall.

And the intersecting "strokes" will continue to extend, increasing their proportion in this legend, becoming a colorful stroke in this legend, and it may not even become a legend.

With this thought, Mr. Huang couldn't hold it in any longer.

In fact, its ambitions are not big. This can be seen from the fact that it does not establish its own church like Huang Tianjiu, but joins Liu Kunsheng's church.

But the fact that it is not ambitious does not mean that it has no pursuits. If it is willing to be a salted fish, wouldn't it be good if it does not enter the palace and can only be a guardian fairy who protects and collects the incense of the clan?

Although it doesn't want to be the Archbishop and strive for the opportunity to become a saint and become an ancestor, it does not want to compete for the red flowers, it must always be a green leaf.

Although Liu Kunsheng is enterprising now, he is extremely pedantic. He sticks to his agreement with Qianlong and ties his own hands, which makes it difficult for him to be successful.

Although it has been friends with Liu Kunsheng for hundreds of years, as the saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, so it can't stop itself from running towards a better person!

The little Tianshi...the people of Tiantong...the main hall of Tiantong... Huang Ye couldn't help but have thoughts flashing through his mind. The hall was founded, the Caotai team, according to Shi Hua'er, the whole hall, except for a few stupid young people, , there is only one miscellaneous immortal.

If you bring your own money to join the group, you can become the third-in-command in an instant. It is not impossible to even compete for the second-in-command. However, you can compete, but it is not necessary. Rankings and other things are just a false name. As long as you can enter the legend, you can go up. Just a mural.

If before, it just wanted to help Zhang Zhiwei and owed him a favor so that he could help ask the heavenly master to interpret the human part of "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Now, it has completely turned to Zhang Zhiwei and is deeply impressed by him.

No matter what happens next, it will protect Zhang Zhiwei this time and hug its thighs tightly. Huang Ye made up his mind and immediately looked at the other immortals. They were not as surprised as he was.

The expression on the face of one of the immortals changed from horror to horror: "This, this, this... what kind of method is this, what kind of existence have we provoked?!"

Some immortals said regretfully: "Chang Zaitian, those idiots like Hu Gu Po are looking for trouble. Originally, we only had to go down and have a drink with the little Heavenly Master, talk about it, and even make friends. Now it's better, let's talk You might even be implicated!”

"In hindsight, it's too late to say anything. Moreover, even if Chang Zaitian doesn't do any tricks and doesn't see the tricks of the little heavenly master, even if you go down to the wine table to talk, I'm afraid you will still push the envelope!" Huang Ye said.

It has already guessed Zhang Zhiwei's plan. In fact, no matter whether they go to the wine table to talk or not, there will eventually be a fight.

The only difference is that they will have a choice, to choose to help the Xian family who has taken refuge with the Japanese pirates, to help Zhang Zhiwei, or to sit on the sidelines.

But based on the virtues of the surrounding immortals, I'm afraid there won't be any change in the final outcome.

At this time, an immortal with hair as white as blood suddenly said:

"What's the rush? The battle isn't over yet. It's still unclear who will win. The move just now was so powerful that I'm afraid it can't be used continuously. In addition, the little Heavenly Master's current state has lasted for quite some time. Now, his power can't be infinite. I guess he will be exhausted. The blow just now was his last resort. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be successful, and a giant fox escaped. It’s hard to say who will win and who will lose…”

Upon hearing this, all the immortals had different expressions and made small calculations in their minds.

However, Zhang Zhiwei had gained so much prestige that for a while, no immortal family dared to attack him unless he showed signs of dejection.

"The situation is undecided now. Let's continue to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers. However, you guys can tell us, what should we do if Little Heavenly Master wins, and what should we do if Hu Gupo wins?"

A somewhat clever Gray Fairy suddenly spoke.

"I have an idea!" Mr. Huang suddenly said: "We are all here this time. If we don't do anything and just go back like this, we will only cause trouble. In my opinion, if the Little Heavenly Master wins this time, Now, let’s go say hello to him and recognize him as a cousin.”

"If he loses and is defeated by Hu Gupo, we will take action together to capture Hu Gupo and hand it over to Tianshi Mansion. In this way, even if Tianshi Mansion makes big moves, we will not be implicated! "

Mr. Huang has stopped pretending and fully supports Zhang Zhiwei.

"You mean, we have to deal with our own people in order to give an account to the Tianshi Mansion?" A fairy family said angrily, "Huang Laoliu, you have to know that our Five Immortals family is connected with each other, and our family suffered an unexpected tragedy. The rest of the Four Immortals will never stand idly by, but it would be better for you to just sit idly by and add insult to injury by attacking your own people. Isn't this ridiculous?"

"Our own people?" Mr. Huang sneered and retorted: "What are our own people? We regard Hu Gu Po as our own people, but he may not regard us as his own people. It can be seen from the giant fox he invited out that he is here. The Japanese pirates have a status similar to that of a disciple."

"The majestic shaman fairy family, the master of the sect, went to become a disciple of another sect that specializes in enslaving elves like us. This is an absolute betrayal. I didn't go down with the little heavenly master to destroy it, which is already very serious. It’s moral!”

As for the friendship between the Five Immortals, Mr. Huang only regarded it as bullshit. He could just talk about it, but how could he really take it seriously? If they really have such friendship, they would not rank Bai Xian and Hui Xian outside the four beams and eight pillars.

The immortals began to argue. Many originally neutral immortals began to change their stance and turned to Zhang Zhiwei. However, the final result depended on Zhang Zhiwei's condition. If he lost, he would be killed by Hu Gupo and other immortals. , then everything is in vain.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei was indeed as they said. The Qi in his body was somewhat stretched, and a shuddering feeling of weakness came over him.

But as a master of both life and life cultivation, he has strong physical and soul strength. Even if the Qi in his Dantian is exhausted, he will still retain considerable strength, so he did not show any signs of fatigue.

But he had a "power bank". Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath. The sound of his breath was like the friction of clouds, like thunder and lightning in his throat. He was using the power of faith in the hall for his own use. Of course, before using it, he had to Use Samadhi True Fire to calcine and purify it once to ensure that there are no worries.

This was originally a somewhat cumbersome process, but now, Zhang Zhiwei has reduced all the steps. The terrifying indigo flame, wrapped with the colorful power of faith, suddenly poured into his body, adding fuel to his soon-to-be-depleted strength. firewood.

He roared with all his strength, and in an instant, the power returned to his body. His breath was full, and his voice was as loud as a giant dragon standing behind him.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei's majesty like a dragon, the immortals were horrified and couldn't help but wonder, is this power really endless?

Mr. Huang was so excited that he almost jumped up. What is this ability if not a legend? It wants to follow him to add fuel and wood, to be painted on murals and become a legend.

"Clang!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his sword and moved again, chasing the remaining fleeing immortals. The Dongfeng sword cut through their flesh and blood, bringing up streaks of scarlet light.

Immediately, seven or eight immortals were torn apart like broken dolls, but the fierce Dongfeng sword did not stop at all, pointing at Hu Gu Po.

Seeing this situation, Hu Gupo cried sadly and formed seals fiercely. In an instant, the remaining rice lotus god moved violently. Instead of attacking Zhang Zhiwei, it attacked the surrounding immortals. It was performing a blood sacrifice. The immortal family in my own hall.

These immortals were frightened by Zhang Zhiwei and were running away. They never expected that one of their own would kill him, and many of them were poisoned.

This scene made the surrounding immortals who were watching on the wall change their expressions. They were arguing about how to deal with it before, but now they are about to take it down to save the little heavenly master.

Zhang Zhiwei took a step forward without saying a word. He raised his hand and threw the Dongfeng Great Sword. The Dongfeng Great Sword was wrapped with thunder and turned into flowing divine light, exuding heavy power. The sword pointed at Hu Gu Po, wandering around. And go!

Hu Gupo, who was escaping, knew how powerful it was, and hurriedly plunged into the mountain peak, hoping to escape, but she saw the east wind sword wrapped in the cracked divine thunder and blasted past.

The rocks cracked, hitting the bull's-eye, and Hu Gu Po lurked down in embarrassment, extremely miserable, half of her body was left with only bones, as if she could not survive.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, and just as the thunderbolt in his palm was about to spit out, he saw Hu Gu Po wailing with blood and shouting Japanese tunes that he could not understand.

Then, its entire body suddenly shriveled up very quickly. All its flesh and blood were gone in an instant, and its skin shriveled up against its bones.

Then, even the withered bones began to crack and collapse, breaking toward the ground one by one. It was sacrificing blood to itself and dying.

Hu Gupo raised her head, which was almost turned into a skeleton. From the skin and bones, she could see piety:

"We sincerely invite the true spirit of Yujia's soul-controlling god to come."

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei felt that he was suddenly enveloped in a wave of malice filled with resentment.

He turned around and saw that the size of the Inari God was expanding, becoming even bigger.

It raised its fox head and didn't even look at Hu Gu Po, who was about to collapse. Instead, it looked at Zhang Zhiwei. An anthropomorphic look of disgust appeared on the fox's face.