Dominate Marvel

Zhao Yu looked at the mountain in the distance and nodded repeatedly, quite satisfied.

It is indeed a coincidence to accept Yang Jian as his disciple. Before he came, he never thought about establishing a sect and recruiting disciples in this illusion. It was fate that he met Yang Jian when he first arrived, and he was brought up.

The method that Yang Jian practiced was also the product of Zhao Yu's understanding of the method in the fantasy world.

But after all, it was him who brought him up, so he had to put a lot of thought into it. After all, the Nine Transformation Yuan Gong is extraordinary. It incorporates the principles of physical cultivation of the real Dharma Universe. Compared with its original Eighth Nine Mysterious Skill, it is a level stronger. Especially Tianyuan's fighting method is even more extraordinary.

Zhao Yu has been studying this method of warfare since he created the Dao foundation. In conjunction with physical training, he can maximize the advantages of the physical body. Taking Zhao Yu himself as an example, he is naturally proficient in the Tianyuan War Technique. No one is better than him in the Tianyuan War Technique. Every time his physical body advances to a higher level, the Tianyuan War Technique will also advance to a higher level. It can be said to be a great perfection.

If Zhao Yu uses the Tianyuan War Technique to fight a person in person, one point of force can produce a thousand points of effect. Yang Jian's Tianyuan War Technique has not yet been perfected, but his movements can produce dozens or hundreds of times more power. This is the reason why Yang Jian can withstand the siege of the immortals of the Chan Sect with his mere cultivation.

Of course, the protective armor that Zhao Yu specially refined for him also played an important role.

Without the protection of the treasure armor, with the strength of his own physical body, although it cannot be easily broken, the magic weapon of the immortals is not a vegetarian. Even if I eat a few more times, I can't bear it.

This fierce fight was so dizzying that only a few people could tell. In the eyes of ordinary people, they only feel a bright light flashing back and forth, misty. Only in Zhao Yu's eyes was there no hiding.

After a fierce battle, Yang Jian was at a disadvantage. Although Yang Jian is strong, he is not as good as the Eight Immortals of Chanjiao. Mana will be consumed and energy and blood will be depleted. His cultivation level is not as good as theirs, let alone Ganxia? Although I have never thought about trying to defeat them one by one, it is always impossible to do so.

The immortals of the Nachan sect have been practicing together for countless years, and there are conflicts among them, but the tacit understanding is also extremely deep. Whoever reveals a flaw will be rescued by those around him. As a result, Yang Jian repeatedly failed.

Seeing that it was noon, Guangchengzi and others suppressed their anxiety. Knowing that Yang Jian was gradually weak, they used a more secure method to kill Yang Jian's energy. The only thing is that once Yang Jian loses his energy, his magic power dries up, and his body dries up, he will be slaughtered.

Zhao Yu could see clearly from a distance, with an unknown smile in his eyes.

When the city was closed, Huang Feihu looked worried and said to Zhang Shan: "General Yang has been fighting for a long time to no avail. Once he is exhausted, it will be bad. Quickly ring the gold to make General Yang withdraw."

Zhang Shan naturally knew this truth, and he hurriedly taught people to ring gold, which made a jingling sound, which attracted the attention of Guanxia.

There is no point in doing this. In the suppression of Tai Chi Tu, the fight was turned upside down. A trace of mana's aftermath wiped out the sound. Where could it be transmitted again?

At this time, Yang Jian was really in trouble.

With his fifth-level magic power and his incomparably powerful physical body, he can travel across the sky to the south, the sea, and the north, from the North to the Mingmu to Cangwu without blinking an eye. But being besieged here, there is no way to reason. Even that mortal can usually run three thousand meters. If he got into a fight with someone, he would be out of breath within a minute and a half at most.

What's more, Yang Jian fought with the Eight Immortals all morning?

Every move, every punch, every kick was done with all one's strength. The pressure the Eight Immortals put on him was unparalleled. It’s incredible to be able to persist until now.

What's more, the Tai Chi diagram suppresses Yuan Qi, which only consumes but does not benefit. Although the Eight Immortals can be generalized, these eight people's magic power far exceeds that of Yang Jian, and eight people share the burden, so they are naturally in a much better situation than Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, it is only by fate that you have developed such magical powers. Why do you need to go against the will of heaven? Is it possible that you really want to die?"

While wielding his sword, Master Yuding shook Yang Jian's heart with words: "You and I have known each other for a long time. If it weren't for chance, you should be my disciple. Put down your weapons and tie your hands, and my eight brothers will teach you." You are good."

Guangchengzi and others naturally knew what Master Yuding meant.

In the fairy fight, the process is not important, the result is important. There are often powerful people who can suppress their opponents, but at the last moment they accidentally counterattack. Even if you kill your opponent, you will end up in a miserable state.

Therefore, the closer you get to the end, the more cautious you must be. It would be best if you could give up your determination to die.

So they each spoke out, either with inducements or threats, which only made Yang Jian laugh.

Although Yang Jian is young, he has only practiced for half a hundred years. But in these years of working in Chaoge, I have seen the changes in people's hearts. How can I not know the intentions of Yu Ding and others?

But his heart was as solid as stone, unmoved, he only smiled and said nothing. Without stopping in his hand, the light of the sword suddenly appeared, but it became even more powerful.

This time the killing sword was not there, but it had been handed over to the master. Otherwise, if the killing sword is in hand, how can these immortals get it?

But Yang Jian didn't care.

After all, the killing sword is the master's magic weapon, not his own ability. He has been practicing for so many years, and now he is about to show off his skills. How can he do it with only a sword?

The reason why he returned the killing sword to his master yesterday was not because he did not expect today's battle, but because he did it deliberately. Not only the killing sword, but also the treasured money, the sky measuring ruler and the coffin lamp were also placed in Sanshan Pass. With only the treasured armor and the three-pointed two-edged sword that he had practiced and practiced for many years, he was going to fight these immortals.

"Don't be happy."

Yang Jian's heart was like a flat lake. He only saw the moving mouths of those people, but regarded them as pigs, dogs, earth and rocks. He thought to himself: "If I don't take a few lives today, how can I, Yang Jian, have the face to face those fellow Taoists who are on the list of gods?"

On the mountain in the distance, Zhao Yu leisurely put his hands behind his back and sighed softly.

As soon as he sighed, he saw a vast and boundless energy rising up into the sky from the Tai Chi Diagram at the end of the pass. It actually swept the Yin and Yang of the Tai Chi Diagram back.

There was a loud shout, followed by screams, but seeing a figure protruding from it, he ducked into Sanshan Pass.

"Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

In the chaos, I saw Chi Jing Taoist hurriedly scrolling through the Tai Chi diagram. The bodies of three people with six sections were placed aside on the spot. The remaining five people were coughing up blood and suffered serious injuries.

Taoist Chi Jing was stunned. Where did those six corpses come from if they weren't Dao Xing Tianzun, Ju Liusun, and Master Lingbao? !

Who are those who cough up blood, if not Guangchengzi, Yuding Zhenren, Qingxu Daodezhenjun, Yun Zhongzi and Antarctic Immortal Weng? !

"How could this happen?!"

Taoist Chi Jing's face turned pale.

"General Yang!"

Huang Feihu supported Yang Jian, but he couldn't help being horrified when he saw that Yang Jian's face was like a skeleton, skin and bones, and there was no trace of blood. Zhang Shan hurriedly gathered around, shouting: "Come quickly, carry General Yang down quickly, call the doctors, call the doctors quickly!"

Yang Jian opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were gray and lifeless, and he shook his head with all his strength: "No, no need. I am exhausted and need to cultivate myself."

Zhao Yu appeared next to Yang Jian and pointed out the divine light. Yang Jian immediately returned to his original appearance and even looked much better. But his eyes were still dull, but he could walk without any problems and stood up on his own.

Zhao Yu flicked his sleeves and sighed: "The acupoints are the root of the physical body and the source of life. Once the acupoints are erupted, they will have earth-shaking power in a short period of time, but the foundation will be greatly damaged. You..."

Yang Jian grinned: "I just feel happy..."