Chapter 521: Mountains and Rivers Are Red

Seeing Baiyue retreating, Zhang Wuji was not worried. He just looked at the five people who came out and made a promise: "It seems that you have made up your mind. You can use whatever means you want. I will take them all."

After saying that, he shook his head and said, "After all, aren't you righteous people best at fighting in a circle and attacking in groups? Come on!"

Huang Shunyu, who had an explosive temper, was about to refute when he heard this, but was stopped by his best friend Xu Xun. He gently shook his head and said, "After fighting for so long, can't you see that the devil is very good at bewitching people? Once you are enraged by him, your emotions are controlled by him, just like being caught in a spider web. You must not fight too much, lest you ruin the overall situation. Your life and death will affect the situation of the whole world."

He had been paying attention to Zhang Wuji for a long time and was the first to see some clues. Zhang Wuji did not look like a cunning person, but he would speak nonsense from time to time during the fight, and what he said was meaningful. The righteous monks who were angered by him were all fooled without realizing it, and attacked in rage, wasting a lot of magic power in vain. Otherwise, with everyone's combined efforts, the fight would not have lasted so long, giving the devil a chance to turn the tables.

Xu Xun guessed that it should be a magical power to control the seven emotions and six desires with words. It did not seem like an evil method, but it was a bit weird. And because the emotion came from the heart and the anger arose from nowhere, it was difficult to detect even if one was guarding the spirit platform, let alone how to resist it. He could only be aware of himself at all times and dared not let down his guard.

Wang Yansheng came walking in the air. As he was Emperor Jing, he naturally wore a dragon robe. Although he was not very interested in clothes, the righteous way had rules and the people of Dajing also recognized this, so they had to wear it all the time, as if they were not respecting him as a person, but the robe he was wearing.

But now he was unwilling to compromise. He reached out and took off the dragon robe, revealing the white shirt underneath. Everyone suddenly realized that the people in front of them were just a pair of teenagers. Looking back to the past, when they were this age, they were just practicing in the mountains and practicing Taoism. But the boy in front of them was unwilling to be a puppet on the throne. He jumped out of the cage set by the righteous path with his own strength and personally participated in the world situation.

"When encountering wind and clouds, he turns into a dragon. Is there really such a hero of the times in the world? Is he a genius destined by heaven?"

While everyone was sighing, Wang Yansheng was already standing face to face with Zhang Wuji. He was still smiling, as if he was still a young man who had just left the village.

"This day has finally arrived."

Zhang Wuji also smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's finally here. Haven't you always wanted to defeat me and prove yourself to that person?"

"I still remember what you said back then. I, Wang Yansheng, have never been inferior to anyone else in my life..."

Before he could finish, Wang Yansheng interrupted him hastily: "You evil villain, you don't know the will of heaven. Today, I and the seniors of the righteous path will punish you from heaven!"

After that, he did not dare to talk about the past any more, for fear of bringing up some dark history from the past. He shouted softly, "With swords of steel and iron, how can we escape the calamity of the Immortal Execution? Draw your swords!"

The other four people hurriedly recited the true method passed down by Wang Yansheng. As Wang Yansheng pointed his sword, a sky gate opened behind them. Countless sword intentions were inside, and the sword energy was three times more powerful than Dugu Lan's sword that created a world.

As he shouted, the sword energy in the Tianmen was like a rainbow, and the boundless and complex sword intent kept trembling, each of them was a divine sword that could destroy the sky and the earth. The next moment, those restless sword intents suddenly stopped, as if a sheep saw a tiger. Then, from the depths of the Tianmen, a sword light stretched out, like a gentleman among swords, wherever it passed, ten thousand swords surrendered. Then, it changed from extremely fast to extremely quiet, flew out of the Tianmen, turned into a sword and slowly fell into Wang Yansheng's hand, but it was full of divine power, without any strangeness.

Others could not see clearly the changes in the sword intent, but Dugu Lan was fascinated by it. He ignored the hidden injuries in his body, and stared at it while spitting blood.

The Zhuxian Sword came out, and then three more sword intentions broke out of the Heavenly Gate. They were the three magic swords of Juexian, Luxian and Xianxian. Juexian was held by True Man Yuxian, Luxian fell into the hands of Tuo Du'e, and the remaining Xianxian Sword was held jointly by Huang Shunyu and Xu Xun.

However, the four of them were not complete sword cultivators, and could not communicate with the swords. They swung the swords but not controlled them. They only learned the sword-carrying mental method, using their bodies as sheaths, and still relied on the power of the sword's own will, which made Dugu Lan, who was standing beside him, beat his chest and stamp his feet. Ignoring Dugu Lan who was going crazy, Wang Yansheng knew that the man looked like a piece of wood, but he had almost become an iron soldier through sword cultivation. He was extremely dull on weekdays, but in fact, he could not care about anything when it came to swords. Besides, he drank alcohol when practicing swordsmanship, and he was a pure drunkard.

"You should be familiar with these four swords. They are my trump cards. Whether we win or lose depends on them."

He said softly: "My four swords are in charge of the way of killing, and their killing power is so great that even I can hardly control it completely. And because the four veins have the same origin, they can produce countless changes. Be careful!"

After he finished speaking, the Zhu Xian Sword emitted a ray of light. What a powerful sword, it was really fierce. Once it was swung, there would be a chilling wind and murderous aura. No matter how powerful you are, you will die under the sword. At the same time, the other four people also carefully released their swords. This magic sword can not only hurt the enemy, but also hurt yourself. If they use it forcefully, it will be fine for a short time. After a long time, the sword energy will penetrate into the body and cause hidden injuries. They have to be careful.

The four-colored sword energy was like a rainbow, with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. However, Zhang Wuji was not a pushover. He stretched out his palm and said, "You have the Immortal Slaying Skill, and I have the Iron Palm. Now let's see my new magical power."

He shouted loudly, and the red giant behind him moved. Red currents turned and fell on Zhang Wuji. At this moment, he seemed to be with the people of the Ming Dynasty and possessed by dragon energy.

One person represents one country, one person has the help of ten thousand people.

"Spark War World Art, first move, Sparks Set the Field ablaze!"

As Zhang Wuji spoke, a roaring red fire ignited, and he clapped his hands out, and the stars appeared in the sky. The stars shook, and then some starlight came down, blending with the red fire, drop by drop, endless and limitless.

In the back, the people of the Ming Dynasty looked at the Xuan Guang Mirror and felt a surge of heroic spirit in their hearts, with a ball of red fire burning in their chests.

Zhang Wuji immediately sensed something and he stretched out his palm. Stars of red fire appeared in the sky and the heaven and earth turned red. Even though the Four Swords of Zhu Xian continued to strangle the red flame flowers, they were unable to destroy them all at once.

When one fire is extinguished, thousands of fires will be born. The red flames are surging and the sparks will spread across the prairie!

He didn't wait for Wang Yansheng to draw his sword again, and swung out his second palm: "Second move, the mountains and rivers are red for thousands of miles!"

In the territory of the Ming Dynasty, there was a red fire burning the whole prairie. The sparks turned into threads, lines, patches, and mountains, which connected together and rushed towards Zhang Wuji.

Then the righteous monks saw red fire falling from the sky, burning the whole area. The mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, the four corners and the eight wastelands, were all red.

The wind rose, the fire grew, and the strength of all the people was combined to extinguish the sword light of Zhuxian in an instant, forcing Wang Yansheng and the other four to retreat half a step.

(End of this chapter)