Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

"Not enough. If you agree to kill Demon King Qingtian, we may still have to discuss this matter. This beast has ambushed and killed Wei Fan. If he doesn't die, Wei Fan won't let it go!"

A "cruel" look appeared on Wei Zhenwu's face.

Naturally, he knew that he could not give the demon clan a chance to breathe, but if he could deceive the Xuanhe Sect into mastering the Qingtian Demon King, it would save him a lot of effort to clean it up later.

"You're dreaming!"

It's a pity that the Holy Master of Xuanhe Sect is not a fool. Now he and Qingtian Demon King are probably the only ones left in the demon clan. If Qingtian Demon King is also killed, he will really be alone.

"It seems that you really want to lose both sides!" The Holy Master of Xuanhe Sect stared at Wei Zhenwu and began to retreat.

Wei Zhenwu narrowed his eyes slightly: "You want to leave? I am a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"

As he spoke, the Tianhuang Halberd in his hand began to shine brightly, showing the posture of a holy soldier resurrecting at any time.

The Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect had to stop and said: "Wei Zhenwu, don't push me too hard. The collapse of the Taoist state may end within three or four years. You should know that I, the founder of the Xuanhe Sect, am a demon saint who crossed over from the outside world. The general background is that if you dare to destroy Xuanhe Sect, once the Dao Collapse is over, the elders from outside the Xuanhe Sect will definitely come to settle accounts with you. "

As the Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect and a direct descendant of the Demon Saint who founded the Xuanhe Sect, he naturally knows the origin of the Demon Saint of the Xuanhe Sect.

It would be fine if Daobeng continued for thousands of years. With the current momentum, Daobeng will end in a few years at most. By then, the strong men of the Crane Clan will know that the Xuanhe Sect lineage was wiped out by Wei Zhenwu and others. There will be revenge.

Wei Zhenwu sneered and said, "Is your Xuanhe Sect the only one with elders outside? Does it mean that my Wei family has no backers outside?"

He is a descendant of the Holy Lord of the Tianhuang Empire in the past. He also knows that the Wei family still has power in the outside world, and even if he has no backing in the outside world, he is not afraid of the threat of the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect.

Things have reached this point, even if the Crane Clan is the strongest in the world outside, they will destroy the Xuanhe Sect. The Crane Clan really has a backer outside, and they also want revenge.

"Then let's meet Zhenzhang!"

The Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect said coldly, he already understood that today he had to fight to the death with the human race. Since he wanted to fight, it would be better to pack up Wei Zhenwu and rush back to the Xuanhe Sect before Wei Fan and others arrived. Qingtian Demon King gathered together, so the chance was greater.

boom!

The gilt bottle with the dragon pattern of the Holy Weapon in his hand emitted thousands of rays of light, and his Qi began to surge, wildly devouring the power of heaven and earth.

In an instant, all the surrounding flowers, plants and trees withered, and a stream of life force flowed into the dragon-patterned gilt bottle, and terrifying fluctuations swept across the world.

The huge bottle mouth turned around and pointed at Wei Zhenwu like a black hole.

"I have been guarding you with the Holy Soldiers for so many years, but you and I have never fought with the Holy Soldiers. It doesn't matter, today you and I will fight with the Holy Soldiers with all our strength. It can be regarded as a continuation of the Holy Death War!"

Wei Zhenwu's eyes sharpened, and his fighting spirit soared into the sky.

Originally, he was supposed to wait for Wei Fan to come and join forces with Wei Fan to kill the Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect. This would be safe, but the Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect mobilized the holy soldiers and aroused his fighting spirit.

He was a descendant of the Holy Lord of the Tianhuang Empire in the past, so he naturally had a grudge against the previous war. If the Martial Saint of the Guangling Sect had not betrayed the human race, the Xuanhe Sect would have been slaughtered by his ancestors.

However, during the war in the past year, his ancestors were besieged by the Holy Lords of the Xuanhe Sect and the Holy Lords of the Guangling Sect, and eventually died with hatred.

If Huang Yuan wants to say who hates the Xuanhe Sect and the Guangling Sect the most, it must be the people from his Wei family.

boom!

The Heavenly Desolate Halberd in his hand vibrated, with divine light, and the shadow of the huge halberd seemed to poke a hole in the sky.

Rumble...

The holy soldiers clashed and destroyed the world.

The fluctuations of the two holy weapons were just a touch. In an instant, the mountains and rivers shattered, the earth sank, and everything was shattered.

The originally lush mountains suddenly turned into a piece of yellow sand, and the mountaintops were all flattened. The earth was overwhelmed, and waves of terror and destruction rippled in all directions.

Fortunately, this place is an uninhabited wilderness. If it were in the hinterland of the human race, a large city with a population of millions would be wiped out in an instant.

"The Holy Lord and Wei Zhenwu are fighting!"

"No, this is a battle between holy soldiers. The Holy Lord and Wei Zhenwu are fighting here with their holy soldiers. Aren't they afraid that the Xuanhe Sect will also be tied?"

"Is the human race going to have a decisive battle with the demon race? Otherwise, how could Wei Zhenwu dare to launch a holy war?"

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There was a scream from the Xuanhe Sect, and all the disciples' faces were full of horror.

Xuanhe Sect is not close to the place where the battle takes place, but it is not far away either. If the holy soldiers clash, even if it is protected by the Martial Saint Formation, it may be destroyed.

"All the disciples form an formation, and we invite Demon King Qingtian to preside over the formation!"

An elder from the Xuanhe Sect yelled and handed the formation flag to Qingtian Demon King. Without the Demon King to preside over the formation, even the Martial Saint formation could not stop the fluctuations of the battle between the holy soldiers.

Moreover, with Wei Zhenwu's urinary temperament, once the holy soldiers clashed, he would definitely deliberately lead the battlefield to Xuanhe Sect. Wei Zhenwu had taken advantage of this in recent years to prevent Xuanhe Sect from making rash moves.

"Wei Zhenwu, you shameless person, you threaten the lives of my disciples of the Xuanhe Sect, how can you still have the nerve to fight with all your strength? If you have the ability, go up to the sky and fight!"

The Holy Master of the Xuanhe Sect could not help but show anger when he felt the Xuanhe Sect's mountain-protecting formation operating in the distance.

Behind him is his sect, with heirs and relatives, so he doesn't dare to let go and fight.

"Then let's go to the sky and fight!"

Wei Zhenwu said coldly: "Let me see what the Demon Saint of Xuanhe Sect left for you!"

While talking, the two men restrained the fluctuations of the holy weapons and flew into the air.

In the past, he had no choice but to threaten the lives of the disciples of the Xuanhe Sect. Now that the human race is about to wipe out the demons in the wasteland, he wants to really fight with the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect to prove that the Tianhuang Empire is stronger than the Xuanhe Sect.

Boom!

The man and the demon flew to a high enough place, and when the fluctuations of the holy weapons no longer affected the earth below, they immediately urged the holy weapons to fight each other.

The clouds in the sky had long evaporated, revealing the blue sky, and "saw" Qi Daozhen's magnificent and boundless Dao.

At this moment, Qi Daozhen's Dao made a slight roar under the revival of the two holy weapons, as if it was about to accelerate its collapse again.

"The battle between the holy weapons is so terrible that even Qi Daozhen's Dao can be shaken. How did Wei Fan kill Qi Daozhen when Murong Hua brought the holy weapons?"

The Sky-clearing Demon King, who presided over the Xuanhe Sect's formation, saw this scene and his expression changed drastically.

He was a demon king who had lived for more than a thousand years, but it was also the first time he saw the resurrection of the holy weapon. Even though he was separated by the martial saint formation, he felt a tremor in his heart. It was hard to imagine how Wei Fan could kill Murong Hua when he faced Murong Hua who used the holy weapon.

Boom...

In the sky, the Tianhuang halberd and the dragon-patterned gilded bottle quickly collided with each other under the urging of Wei Zhenwu and the Saint of Xuanhe Sect.

The Tianhuang halberd was domineering and had an indestructible edge.

The dragon-patterned gilded bottle had a deep aura, as if it was unfathomable like the abyss.

The two holy weapons emitted a thousand-foot light, like two suns colliding in the sky, and the terrifying destructive waves instantly radiated dozens of miles away.

If it weren't for the battle in the sky, just this one blow, I don't know how many mountains and rivers would be destroyed.

"The dragon-patterned gilded bottle is just like this! Haha..."

Wei Zhenwu's face flushed, and he laughed and retreated.

Kaka...

At the same time, a subtle sound rang out, and a large number of cracks appeared on his martial king body.

Even if he held a holy weapon in his hand, the backlash of the holy weapon's confrontation was not something he could bear. Although the third level of martial king cultivation was the strongest in the wilderness, this level of cultivation was still too much for a holy weapon, just like a three-year-old child playing with a big knife, hurting the enemy and himself.

But he was still lucky. The corner of the mouth of the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect was bleeding, and his body was also covered with cracks. At this moment, he couldn't even speak, and could only glare at Wei Zhenwu.

"You..."

The eyes of the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect were red. The first confrontation between the two holy weapons was not as good as Wei Zhenwu.

In addition, the dragon-patterned gilded bottle in his hand was still madly devouring his strength and lifespan. It was as difficult as ascending to heaven for him to simply speak.

"Swish!"

The next moment, while Wei Zhenwu was stunned, the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect turned around without hesitation and plunged into the Xuanhe Sect's mountain protection formation.

From beginning to end, he never thought of fighting with Wei Zhenwu now. Everything he did was just for the opportunity to return to Xuanhe Sect.

If the Black Wing Tiger King and the Golden Peng Demon King were dead, the only chance for the demon clan was to use the Holy Weapons to bless the Martial Saint Formation, which would give the demon clan a glimmer of hope.

After the battle between the Holy Weapons and Wei Zhenwu, he would not continue to fight with Wei Zhenwu.

"Damn beast!"

Wei Zhenwu was a little furious, but he did not chase him.

Although he was stronger than the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect, he was not much stronger. Now that the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect and the Sky-clearing Demon King have joined forces, the power of the two demon kings has been combined through the Holy Formation, plus the power of a group of Xuanhe Sect demons, in this case, the Holy Weapons activated by the Martial Saint Formation are no longer his match.

For now, the only plan is to wait for Wei Fan and others to arrive, and then join forces to destroy the Xuanhe Sect.

The light on his body surged, and the dense cracks began to disappear.

"Wei Zhenwu, you old man, dare you come over to fight!" The Sky-clearing Demon King shouted in the formation, provoking Wei Zhenwu.

The Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect returned with the Holy Weapon and combined it with the Martial Saint Formation. They were already confident of killing Wei Zhenwu.

However, Wei Zhenwu was not fooled at all. As a descendant of the Tianhuang Empire, he was also born in the Holy Sect and knew that there was a close connection between the Holy Sect Formation and the Holy Weapon. Once the two were combined, their power would increase dramatically!

If Murong Hua had not been blindly confident in the Holy Weapon, thinking that he would be invincible with the Holy Weapon, he would not have been killed by Wei Fan and the Guangling Sect would not have been destroyed.

This was also the reason why he had not allowed the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect to return to Xuanhe Sect. Unfortunately, after the battle between the Holy Weapons, he himself suffered a backlash and was unable to stop the Holy Lord of Xuanhe Sect from returning.

At this moment, the dragon-patterned gilded bottle on the head of the Holy Lord of the Xuanhe Sect has been activated by the great formation, and his face is full of vigor and vitality: "Wei Zhenwu, you should know that with the activation of the holy formation, we can at least exert 20% to 30% of the power of the holy soldiers. Even if Wei Fan comes with the holy soldiers, we are not afraid.

As before, how about stopping here? I can guarantee that humans and demons will live in peace in the future."