Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"True warrior... true warrior!"

"In just over ten years, we have been forced into this situation... These mortals deserve to die!"

Banqiao City is a small city far away from the capital of the Sui Dynasty.

Above the city.

One by one, the disheveled and embarrassed monks stood at the gap in the wall, looking at the densely packed crowd in front of the far end and the Dragon Transformation Pond in the sky.

There was despair and anger in his eyes.

Despair is because there are so many real warriors who have grown up quickly from mortals, so many that it makes their scalps numb, and it is difficult for them to even have the emotions to fight back and resist.

The anger stems from the fact that as a cultivator, he was chased and beaten by mortals who had no spiritual roots and no Dao Dharma, and was forced to flee into this city to defend himself. This kind of humiliation is something that no cultivator can accept.

"It's just that we were fighting against the Kingdom of the Gods with all our strength and neglected the rear, and they took advantage of it. They are not very powerful!"

Some monks whispered unwillingly.

But in this case, after all, they are just words of comfort to deceive yourself.

The monks on the city wall have all seen the ferocity and astonishing numbers of these true warriors. Some of them have personally experienced the feeling of powerlessness after being surrounded by true warriors. So when they heard this, they just shook their heads helplessly:

"These true warriors are naturally no match for us one on one. Even one of us can match a few of them, but their number is dozens or even hundreds of times greater than ours! It is still expanding now..."

"All mortals without spiritual roots and resources are potential members of them. Not to mention the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods restraining us, even without the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods and the rebellion of Hualongchi, we are definitely not the true warriors. Opponent... Alas, it's a pity that Emperor Sui died suddenly in another country. Otherwise, as the only god-transforming monk in the world, and in control of the Dragon-Transforming Pond, with us assisting him, how could these true warriors be our opponents?"

This person's words immediately attracted the deep approval of many people.

They all sighed:

"If Emperor Sui had not gone west to Fenglinzhou and taken away a group of the most elite monks in our Sui Dynasty, we would not be like this... Who would have thought that so many people would be gone all at once."

"It is said that Feng Linzhou has many small countries that have separated themselves from each other, but I didn't expect it to be such a dangerous place... It's a pity that the Sui Emperor's generation of heroes also failed here."

The monks sighed and felt nostalgic, as if they missed the scenery when Emperor Yang Que of Sui Dynasty was still there.

However, there were some people in the crowd who could see more clearly. A young man in blue sneered:

"You have been kneeling for so long that you can't even stand up straight! Sui Ni treats you like dogs, and you still think about Sui Ni's good deeds and call him a great hero. This is really ridiculous!"

"If Sui Ni was really a hero, he shouldn't have started a war rashly. He went to Feng Linzhou rashly without eradicating all the kingdoms of gods. It was nothing more than a grand achievement. He didn't know the fate of the day. He just died as a guest in a foreign land. It also hurt our emperor. My colleagues in Jizhou have made us suffer from enemies from all sides... I also heard that Sui Ni died in the hands of the Martial Ancestor, and it was he who attracted the true warriors, so don't brag that Sui Ni is still there. , Zhenwu retreats from such stupid words!"

"you!"

The faces of several monks who had just praised Sui Emperor Yang Que suddenly lost their composure.

But it was hard to defend themselves, so they could only shout:

"Why did you slander Emperor Sui like this? Even though he was wrong in all kinds of ways, he finally completed the unification of Huangji Continent, ordered Hualongchi to distribute many techniques, and created a new prosperous age of cultivation. This is a great contribution to Huangji Continent. The merits are worth it, so what’s wrong with calling him a hero?”

These words immediately attracted echoes:

"That's right, not to mention that the Wanshen Kingdom fled overseas. This is also the work of the Sui Emperor. Although they failed to eradicate them completely, it is not the Sui Emperor's fault. The Xiaocang Realm is so big. If they want to escape, how can we eradicate them? Clean? Emperor Sui is a human being after all, not a god."

The young man in blue sneered again:

"Haha, you are so boastful about the Sui Emperor, but have you forgotten that the person who rescued you was the Eighth Prince of the former royal family who was occupied by the Sui Emperor? Not only did you not avoid it, but you also praised the Eighth Prince for being imprisoned. Sui Ni, it can be seen that you are just ungrateful people. "

"You! Fanatic! How dare you talk nonsense!"

"We all remember the Eighth Prince!"

"I'll take you down right now!"

The monks turned red for a moment and almost started fighting.

Between the noise.

An extremely sharp sound suddenly sounded from outside the city, and the monks on the top of the city were instantly awakened from the quarrel!

They hurriedly ran away in panic.

But he saw among the army of true warriors in the distance outside the city, a short-haired, tattooed man with a height of nine feet, strong muscles, and a body covered with blood-condensed armor. At this moment, among the true warriors, he stood out like a chicken. He was making a throwing gesture.

And in mid-air, there was also a javelin made of mixed iron, which was thrown in the direction of the city!

The sharp whistling sound was caused by the javelin breaking through the air.

It was clear that there was no magic power at all, but the void that the javelin passed through became faintly distorted.

The faces of the monks on the top of the city all changed wildly:

"No! It's actually a Martial Saint!"

"Is it him?! He is a fifth-level true warrior comparable to a god-transformation monk... Why is he here?!"

Seeing this tall man with nine feet of short hair and a tattooed face, everyone was shocked at first, and then couldn't help but show horror and despair.

The Martial Saint is second only to the Martial Ancestor in strength among true warriors.

It is said that he was once a fugitive from a small country, and was rescued by Wu Zu and taught him martial arts.

Because of his extraordinary skills and terrifying talent, he is now only over 110 years old and has become the only fifth-level true warrior besides the Martial Ancestor, so he is respected as the 'Martial Saint' by the true warriors.

In terms of the age at which he reached the fifth level, he was even more amazing than the Martial Ancestor.

Later, this title was also known by the monks of Huangjizhou. As this person led the true warriors to attack cities and conquer the monks in each city, he became famous for a while, so this title spread.

However, the monks in Banqiao City never expected that a mere small city would lead to the death of the Martial Saint himself.

"The world is unfair! Why can we allow fifth-level true warriors to take action, but not allow the existence of gods among us monks?"

"If all the gods of Huangjizhou were here in the past, how could they be suppressed like this!"

Some lamented.

But more monks were in panic, but with a hint of confusion:

"Why did the Martial Saint personally come to attack Banqiao City?"

And almost in an instant, some monks who reacted very quickly realized why a small Banqiao City attracted the Martial Saint to take action himself.

"It's the Eighth Prince!"

"It's the Eighth Prince, Wu Sheng must be here to find him!"

This is also the only possibility. After all, the Martial Saint is respected among the true warriors. In the past, a small city like Banqiao City could attract a few fourth-level true warriors and lead a group of second- and third-level true warriors to besiege it.

It is absolutely impossible to attract a being like Wu Sheng.

Only the Eighth Prince of Daqian, who not long ago took advantage of the chaos when the true warriors captured the imperial capital, escaped and beheaded more than twenty fourth-level true warriors in one fell swoop, shocking everyone in the world, and also robbed a large number of monks. this qualification.

Thinking of this, some monks who wanted to escape couldn't help but look at each other.

Normally, with the presence of the Martial Saint, it is almost impossible for the monks in Banqiao City to escape, but if someone is standing in front...

But at this time, there was no time to think too much. The monks activated their magical weapons, talismans and other defensive means and quickly retreated back.

boom!

The mixed-iron javelin penetrated the void unhurriedly and shot directly towards Banqiao City.

The city defense formation in Banqiao City was activated instantly, but after a slight delay, it shattered!

"So fast!"

The monks who had not yet evacuated from the city shouted in horror, and then their expressions suddenly changed, and their eyes showed horror!

But when I saw that the mixed-iron javelin pierced the city defense formation of Banqiao City with one blow, its sharp edge was not weakened much, and its remaining power continued, and it roared straight towards the monks on the top of the city!

Before it even reaches the body, the parts of the city wall that have been tempered for thousands of years, which are closer to the javelin, disperse as quickly as dust!

Some monks standing on the top of the city, very close to each other, could not even resist at this moment. They were just affected by the air waves generated by the javelin passing through the void, and they were instantly squeezed into blood balls. Exploded with a bang!

Among them, there are even golden elixir monks!

Such a terrifying scene instantly made the surrounding monks turn pale!

And right at this moment.

A continuously flowing eight-color sword light silently slashed out from Banqiao City!

The second shot arrived first, and struck the middle of the javelin with incomparable precision.

Buzz--

An unbearable buzzing sound accompanies the clash of swords and javelins. The extremely rapid vibrations almost pierced the eardrums of the monks.

The eight-color sword light was both clumsy and skillful. It quickly differentiated and delicately removed the power from the barrel of the gun. Affected by this, the javelin flew out crookedly, hitting a man who had just shown a happy expression without any hindrance. The lustful Nascent Soul cultivator penetrated straight through, and then stabbed diagonally to the ground.

Blood rain falls!

The entire Banqiao City was almost deathly silent.

The power of a fifth-level true warrior is so great!

Uh-huh.

A slovenly figure flew out of the city at a high speed like a sword, and suddenly stood in front of Banqiao City. With a solemn expression, he looked towards the horizon ahead of the densely packed true warriors who were striding towards them!

"It's the Eighth Prince!"

"The Eighth Prince is here!"

The monks who had just praised Emperor Yang Que of the Sui Dynasty suddenly woke up from a dream when they saw this sloppy figure. They couldn't help shouting loudly, as if they wanted to let all the true warriors opposite know the identity of this sloppy monk.

The sloppy monk is none other than Chi Jian.

Although he was standing in front of him at this moment, the sword's heart was as clear as a mirror, and he could clearly see the thoughts of these monks.

He couldn't help but snorted coldly.

Above the city, this cold snort fell on the ears of the monks who were hiding their thoughts. It suddenly exploded like thunder. They were all horrified and did not dare to say anything more.

It's just that now is not the time to care. Facing the true warriors with the army in front of them, even Chi Jian is not afraid of life and death, let alone that martial saint. At this moment, he can't hide the heaviness in his heart.

"It's fine for me to die, but my inheritance of swordsmanship...and the remaining blood descendants of the Ye family. Although the ancestors deserve to die, they are innocent..."

Chijian felt a rare sadness in his heart.

He learned swordsmanship at a young age, and after he became successful, he couldn't stand the ugly face of his family that ruled Huangjizhou, and felt disgusted with it, so he simply used the sword test as an excuse to travel around the world, almost severing contact with the Ye family.

He always thought that he had cut off the ties with his family. However, it was not until the eve of the disaster more than a hundred years ago that he learned from his nephew that the elders of the Ye family's gods disappeared overnight, and that the Ye family was in danger, did he finally He discovered that no matter how much he hated his origin, he could not completely ignore it after all.

The ancestor who followed closely followed through the tribulation, breaking through the Xiaocang Realm, triggering a catastrophic catastrophe. Later, Yang Que, the guard of the imperial capital, took advantage of the chaos to activate the formation, trapping himself who was unprepared...

During the more than a hundred years that he had been sitting in the imperial capital, in addition to trying his best to integrate the five elements, ice, wind, thunder and other ways with the way of swordsmanship, he was searching his heart almost all the time, understanding his true thoughts, and facing them squarely. Then accept it.

At this moment, he was not only doing it for himself, but also for the remaining members of the Ye clan.

"But when will the Wanxiang Sect's support... arrive?"

Chi Jian's peripheral vision scanned the surrounding horizon, but he did not see any sign of support arriving.

He couldn't help but frown slightly.

But at this moment, a subtle voice came into his ears:

"Senior Chijian, a big shot from our sect has arrived quickly. Please hold on for a while."

"Big shot?"

"Who could it be?"

Chi Jian thought in his mind, while his consciousness quickly scanned the surroundings.

Sure enough, in the crowd, he saw a young man in blue looking at him expressionlessly.

He felt the familiar yet familiar kendo aura from the other party.

His heart moved slightly, and he quickly sent a message:

"What's your name? Who are you?"

"I'm Lu Yu, the heir of Heart Sword Peak, Elder Xumi is my senior uncle."

The handsome young man in blue didn't hide anything.

Chi Jian was slightly stunned.

But then his attention was attracted by the movement outside the city.

But I saw that these true warriors had already arrived in formation. Although an astonishing number of second- and third-level true warriors could not fly yet, with their powerful blood and bodies, they could also defeat many middle- and low-level monks with their short jumps. create a threat.

Especially after they captured some cities, they also harvested a lot of God-breaking Crossbows.

With these god-breaking crossbows around, middle and low-level monks would be shot down as soon as they took off, completely unable to take advantage of their ability to fly.

What's even more troublesome are those fourth-level true warriors.

Compared to monks of the same level, apart from the fact that their aura is extremely concealed, their power and the sophistication of their methods are far inferior in all aspects.

But this is a one-on-one situation.

At present, around Banqiao City, there are more than thirty fourth-level true warriors standing in mid-air, very close to each other. If there is any movement, they can rush to each other's aid at high speed, forming a many-on-one situation.

But there are only seven or eight Yuanying monks in Banqiao City.

Among them, Chi Jian is also included.

But he couldn't take action at will, because the nine-foot-tall, short-haired, tattooed man on the opposite side had already come through the air, his eyes like those of a beast, full of ferocity and wildness.

Standing opposite Chi Jian, staring directly at each other.

"Are you the eighth prince?"

This nine-foot-tall, short-haired, tattooed man has slightly white hair, which may be due to his extraordinary talent. Compared with other fourth-level true warriors, although he is over a hundred years old, he does not look old. Instead, his face and muscles are plump.

He tilted his head slightly to look at Chi Jian, and then suddenly asked.

Facing the famous Martial Saint, Chi Jian did not dare to underestimate him. He quickly calmed down his wandering thoughts and dealt with it wholeheartedly.

But there was no trace of fear on his face, but instead he was eager to try:

"Daqian has been gone for hundreds of years, and there is no Eighth Prince now. There is only 'Crazy Sword' here. Since you are here for me, I also want to see what you, a fifth-level true warrior, are like!"

The nine-foot-tattooed man narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth:

"You just took that shot from me and you think you're amazing?"

He sneered, and the blood in his body instantly exploded, making a crisp sound like gold and jade colliding!

In an instant, a terrifying blood energy directly enveloped his palm, and then a large gun quickly condensed in his palm. Holding it with both hands, a blood-red gun flower appeared in mid-air, and then he stepped forward as fast as he could. It roared and smashed down towards Chi Jian.

Chi Jian's face slightly condensed.

"Is it close?"

Although it was only their first confrontation, he had already seen the difference between this martial saint's fighting style and the way he fought with the monks.

However, the sword cultivator was good at both close and far, so he did not lose an inch. He pointed it as a sword, and an eight-color sword light flew out very intelligently, facing the blood-red spear in the hands of the Martial Saint.

Although he has lost his freedom after sitting idle for more than a hundred years, his swordsmanship has benefited a lot from his previous exchanges with Wang Yan. Over the years, he has successfully integrated the eight essences of the five elements, ice, wind, and thunder, and created a world of his own. grid.

It's called the 'Eight Phase Sword'.

One sword comes out, and eight swords follow!

The power is more than doubled compared to what it used to be on Beihai Continent!

He was already the best among Nascent Souls, and now that he has mastered the Eight-phase Sword, he is confident that he can escape unscathed even when faced with ordinary god-forming monks.

This is also the reason why he dares to face the Martial Saint here!

The Eight-phase Sword and the Bloody Spear finally collided!

The sword rang and the gun shook, mana and blood flew together, and the sword light and gun light were the same color.

It was an even fight!

"Um?"

The nine-foot-tattooed man couldn't help but his face darkened slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

When Chi Jian saw the scene in front of him, he was not surprised.

Although the Martial Saint is a fifth-level true warrior, both his use of power and his control of blood are unimaginably rough, and are full of flaws in his eyes.

Ten percent of your strength, at most use half of it.

Wu Sheng could only defeat Shi Hui with his own strength, which could be regarded as making up for the gap in skills between the two.

But at this moment, the tattooed man suddenly revealed a sinister smile!

Chi Jian's heart trembled, but he didn't know what the problem was.

However, he then saw two streams of light suddenly shot down from the huge dragon-changing pond in the sky in the distance.

One fell directly on him, and in an instant, Chi Jian felt that both his mana and soul were strongly suppressed!

The speed of mana's operation plummeted by 30%!

But another stream of light fell on the tattooed man, and then on the blood-red gun, the blood light surged, and the power contained in the big gun also surged.

This drop and increase instantly broke the original stalemate.

The big gun easily suppressed the Eight Phase Sword directly!

"Hualong Pond!!"

Chi Jian was furious.

It was obviously a trial treasure within the Ye family, but it turned out to be a means of dealing with the Ye family. How could he not be angry?

But there was no time to get angry. Now that the blood-red gun had the advantage, it quickly suppressed it like a snowball.

Even if he wanted to withdraw, the Eight-Colored Eight-phase Sword still had no time to withdraw and was directly destroyed by the blood-red gun!

Chi Jian, who was in harmony with his mind, was suddenly shaken, and his face was like gold paper.

However, Wu Sheng gained the upper hand and was unyielding. He put away his gun again and then stepped forward to stab him!

The blood energy at the head of the gun transformed into a tiger, overwhelming Chi Jian's sight.

"Suffer death!"

Wu Sheng uttered an unauthentic Huangjizhou language!

The big spear thrust towards Chi Sword at an astonishing speed faster than lightning!

At such a dangerous moment, Chi Jian only had time to mobilize all his magic power and block him in front of him. But almost at the same time, a terrifying force came out and hit Chi Jian directly!

Bang!

A dragon head token on Chi Jian's waist was instantly shattered!

The whole person flew backwards and was quickly caught by a young man in blue who rushed out.

"Huh? He's not dead yet?"

The tattooed man frowned slightly and glanced at the broken dragon head token, with a hint of impatience and evil in his eyes:

"These monks have many methods...but it doesn't matter, they are just killing again!"

After saying that, he stepped on the void, gave a heavy meal, held the blood-red gun, and stepped forward again.

But the crazy sword caught by the young man in blue looked at Hualongchi in the sky with great reluctance, with a hint of anger and endless hatred in his unwillingness:

"Ye Cangsheng, you really deserve to die!"

Feeling the Martial Saint's attack again, he pointed his swords at the same time and barely restrained the opponent. He suddenly grabbed the arm of the young man in blue and said quickly through gritted teeth:

"How long will it take for you Wanxiang Sect people to arrive? With Hualongchi suppressing him, can he beat this Martial Saint?"

The young man in blue was also anxious.

The sect is too far away from here, and it takes time to transmit the news. He only knows that a big shot from the sect is coming at a high speed, but he doesn’t know who the person is, let alone how long it will take to arrive. Neng said helplessly:

"Senior, please persist..."

Chi Jian, however, had already seen the insincerity of the young man in blue, and was immediately furious:

"Hold on, you motherfucker! Will your Wanxiang Sect succeed? Is Xumi just doing it for a living?"

The young man in blue couldn't help but frown: "Senior, Elder Xumi..."

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart. He quickly opened his palms and a Consonance Stone flew out. The young man in blue's ears twitched slightly, and his face suddenly showed surprise:

"The people from the sect are here!"

Chi Jian mobilized the remaining mana, leading the young man in blue to barely avoid the blood-red spear of the Martial Saint. After hearing the young man in blue, he hurriedly asked:

"where?"

"exist……"

The young man in blue was about to speak, but the next moment, he couldn't help but look up and look into the distance.

The body immediately froze.

Chi Jian raised his head one step earlier, and then there was an incredible look in his eyes.

The end of the horizon.

A chaotic and thick sword light was slashing towards Banqiao City, falling from the sky... (End of this chapter)