The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

There are a large number of righteous people, and almost all of them have gathered here, except for those who were destroyed by Tang Zheng at the beginning, there are other people who came here after hearing the news. Shumilou

This group of people stared at Tang Zheng covetously, their momentum surging.

Finally, Xiaobai and the others no longer sat idly by, and quickly gathered behind Tang Zheng, becoming his solid backing, facing the righteous way fearlessly.

Xiaobai looked at Zhengdao jokingly, raised his voice, and said, "Are there too many people to bully others? My master is not a loner. If you want to bully him, first ask us if we agree."

Ye Dingdang and others responded one after another, saying: "Yes, first ask us whether we agree or not."

Although they are small in number, their momentum is not weak at all, on the contrary there is a faint tendency to overwhelm the right path.

"Kill!" Zhengdao is not a vegetarian, and finally burst out with a thunderous roar at the same time, and a group of people rushed out.

"Rush!" Xiaobai gave an order, took the lead, and rushed to the front, and the others followed his footsteps, rushing towards the enemy as quickly as thunder.

The two forces rushed towards each other desperately, and the rocks beneath the barren land vibrated like an earthquake.

boom!

The two sides finally fought hand to hand. The magic weapons took the lead in attacking together, fighting fiercely with each other, the aura changed thousands of times, and the situation changed like a cloud.

Boom boom boom!

The mountain shook and the ground shook, and huge rocks fell from the top of the head. The place where the righteous way was finally opened up seemed to be in danger of collapsing.

Only two people didn't move, one was Tang Zheng and the other was Taoist Baimei, they seemed to stay out of the matter, standing still in the two torrents.

However, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other from a distance, as if there was a powerful attraction that firmly attracted the two pairs of eyes.

Taoist Baimei is also a Mahayana cultivator. The last time he fought fiercely with Tang Zheng, Taoist Baimei was a second-rank Mahayana cultivator. Later, he encountered an accident and spent a lot of resources. Finally, he broke through the first layer of imprisonment and reached the third-rank Mahayana.

Taoist Baimei was very pleased with his breakthrough. You must know that it was almost impossible, but he did it.

Not only that, but his magic weapon has also been upgraded.

In the past, his whisk was also a holy weapon,

But it has just reached the quality of the holy artifact, and the holy patterns on it are messy, without any simple aesthetic feeling.

In the fierce fight with Tang Zheng, Fuchen suffered great damage, and Taoist Baimei was also good at refining weapons, so he spent countless efforts and finally collected refining materials, and because of his breakthrough in cultivation, he created the A new whisk.

The quality of the whisk has also improved, the holy patterns on it are no longer messy, and have been simplified a lot. The biggest change is that the dust threads of the whisk are no longer white, but blood red, very dazzling.

A looming smell of blood drifted out from the dust whisk.

So, after Taoist Baimei couldn't bear the pressure exerted by Tang Zheng's eyes, the blood-red whisk appeared in his hand with a swish.

Tang Zheng fixed his eyes on Fuchen, his pupils narrowed slightly, and said meaningfully: "Your Fuchen contains too much bloody aura, I'm afraid it's not an upright refining method."

Tang Zheng was a master craftsman, so he could see the clues at a glance.

His voice was not loud, but it was accurately transmitted to the ears of Taoist Baimei. These words were especially harsh, making him frown involuntarily.

"Chasing the wind and chasing the moon!"

The white-browed Taoist roared, and a dazzling bloody light shot out from the dust whisk, and flew in front of Tang Zheng in the blink of an eye, with a particularly fierce aura.

Tang Zheng has experienced this move before. Obviously, it is more powerful than last time, but it is less threatening to Tang Zheng. Taoist Baimei has increased his cultivation level by one level, but Tang Zheng has increased by three levels compared to before. Level of cultivation base, strength has long been a world of difference.

hum!

The Xuanzang Sword blew softly, the sword light was intercepted above the blood light, a gust of wind hit the Xuanzang Sword fiercely, however, it was immediately smashed to pieces by the sharp Xuanzang Sword.

The Xuanzang Sword drove straight in, flew out of Tang Zheng's hand, and stabbed directly at Taoist Baimei.

"Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger!"

"The world will be settled!"

The whisk changed its attack style, and its power suddenly increased.

But Tang Zheng was still very calm, because he had experienced all these moves and knew the basics, so the Xuanzang Sword shot two sword lights in mid-air, easily breaking the two attacks of Taoist Baimei.

A tinge of paleness appeared on the face of the white-browed Taoist. He couldn't see through Tang Zheng's cultivation, so he didn't know the gap between the two, and thought that after his strength improved, he wouldn't be much weaker than Tang Zheng.

But through these two moves, he finally realized that he must have a new attacking move, and maybe he can beat Tang Zheng.

He gritted his teeth and said with a cold smile: "Then I'll let you try my newly enlightened move—Blood all over the world!"

puff!

The white-browed Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood on the fly whisk, and the fly was full of blood, and an overwhelming bloody aura gushed out, just like the changing dark clouds in the sky. This bloody smell kept rolling, covering the fly.

The outsiders couldn't see it, the dust of the whisk rolled in the bloody air, stirring up the atmosphere in this space, which led to a surging attack on Tang Zheng like a cloud of blood.

Tang Zheng curled his lips in disdain, and said, "It's not worth mentioning!"

The Xuanzang sword turned into two, turned into four, and finally turned into tens of thousands, whizzing and shooting into the bloody cloud.

Puff puff!

There was a sound of breaking and breaking, and finally, with a bang, the blood-colored cloud exploded, and broken strands of dust fluttered down from midair like catkins.

The white-browed Taoist spit out a mouthful of blood again, his face became extremely pale, and when the dust whisk returned to his hand, half of the dust thread had already been broken.

Tang Zheng walked towards Taoist Baimei step by step, Taoist Baimei retreated in a hurry, and finally, he leaned against the wall, leaving the army.

The Xuanzang sword approached step by step, the sharp sword light shone on the face of the white-browed Taoist, and the pale face of the white-browed Taoist became more and more clear.

Taoist Baimei lost!

Although it was only a short period of time, he was defeated, and he lost completely, even worse than last time.

He really couldn't figure it out, it was clear that his cultivation base had increased, but he was still defeated so embarrassingly.

He clenched his teeth, and a voice of hatred squeezed out from between his teeth, and asked, "Why are you so powerful?"

Tang Zheng smiled faintly: "You are improving, and I am also improving, and the speed of my improvement is far beyond your comparison."

This sentence was like a heavy blow, beating hard on his chest, he held a mouthful of blood in his throat, and almost recited it in one breath.

But he didn't give up just yet, with a vicious gleam in his eyes, the fly whisk slammed into the ground, like cutting tofu, and easily inserted into the hard rocky ground.

The white-browed Taoist shouted hoarsely, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and roared: "Tiangang Liuhe Formation!"

bang bang bang!

There was a loud bang in the room behind him.