Chapter 119

When the black mist over there rolled more and more violently against the ground, the battle between Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang pincer-attacking Ma Tong also became increasingly dangerous and intense.

Ji Yuanzhen's saber technique was sharp and full of killing intent, and every saber strike had a soul-stirring tiger roar.

Liang Jingtang's long spear was like a dragon or snake going out to sea, agile and powerful, and every spear strike carried a sharp sound of piercing through the air.

However, Ma Tong was born with great strength and had been settled in the Grandmaster realm for many years. The long-handled golden hammer weighing three hundred catties danced in his hands as if it were weightless.

The golden hammer danced, fierce winds howled, golden light filled the air, and every hammer strike carried destructive power, actually blocking the joint attack of the two Grandmasters.

The hammer wind, blade light, and spear shadow intertwined in the dark night, emitting dazzling light and deafening sounds.

Seeing that they couldn't take down Ma Tong for a long time, Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang became more and more annoyed the more they fought, killing more and more fiercely. Later on, every move was fatal, and they didn't care even if they were injured themselves.

The army was disastrously defeated, the black mist over there was rolling violently, the battle situation was unclear, and they had consumed a huge amount of energy earlier, and now they were being pincer-attacked by two Martial Arts Grandmasters. Under the increasingly fierce and desperate fighting style of Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang, Ma Tong finally had the intention to retreat.

The golden hammer danced violently, repelling the somewhat elderly Ji Yuanzhen, and he ran wildly toward the south.

"Where are you going!"

Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang followed closely without letting go.

"Whoosh!"

Ma Tong, who was running wildly, suddenly threw the long-handled golden hammer in his hand toward the back.

The long-handled golden hammer whistled over, rolling up biting energy winds, with astonishing momentum.

Ji Yuanzhen, who was chasing in the front, couldn't dodge in time, had no choice but to stop his feet and swing his saber to hack forward.

Liang Jingtang passed Ji Yuanzhen from behind and continued to chase and kill.

But Ma Tong was born with great strength, and his two legs were extremely strong and powerful. Once the long-handled golden hammer weighing more than three hundred catties left his hand, his whole body felt relieved, and he ran wildly, his speed being two or three parts faster than before.

Liang Jingtang had started late, and as a result, the distance was immediately widened, with a great tendency of being unable to catch up.

"Damn it!" Liang Jingtang was furious, raised the long spear in his hand, and was about to throw it.

However, just as the long spear was raised, he put it down again.

Ji Yuanzhen, who was chasing up from behind, saw Liang Jingtang raise the spear and put it down, and was just about to complain that he had given up the last glimmer of hope for the chase, but the words that reached his lips were changed.

"I hope Daoming doesn't finish him off directly. This kind of demon should be sliced a thousand times, let his blood flow dry slowly, and die in pain—that would be truly satisfying!"

"Young people probably want to seek quick revenge!" Liang Jingtang said.

"I don't know what the battle situation in the black mist is like? But looking at the posture, Daoming should be prepared to wait for both sides to fight until they are both injured, and then make a move." Ji Yuanzhen turned to look at the black mist, as if he had already forgotten Ma Tong.

"This child is always so cautious and careful, lacking a bit of the drive of a young person. Anyway, those three cultivators are also upholding justice and eliminating harm for the people; can't he make a move a little earlier?" Liang Jingtang said while looking at the black mist, curling his lips, as if he had also forgotten Ma Tong.

"That can't be said either. Most young people now are young and vigorous, proud and arrogant, and young cultivators are probably even more so.

Daoming is a martial artist. If he made a move early, those people might even complain that he was meddling in other people's business and stealing their limelight, which would be thankless!

Wait until they get into trouble, and then Daoming makes a move. Not only can he continue to keep a low profile and hide his strength, but he can also let them owe him a favor, which is the best of both worlds!" Ji Yuanzhen said.

"Old Master's insight is still high." Liang Jingtang praised.

When Ji Yuanzhen and Liang Jingtang were talking, Ma Tong clearly felt that no one was chasing behind him, and he felt very strange in his heart, and then he suspected whether he had an illusion, so he specially looked back.

Seeing this, he was stunned.

He saw that the two people who were fighting him desperately just now were standing in place looking at him, as if they were afraid of something.

Ma Tong felt very strange in his heart. At this time, his peripheral vision saw

the mass of black mist rolling violently against the ground not far from him, and he suddenly understood.

"A rural place is a rural place; even a Grandmaster has little experience! Seeing cultivators fighting, they are actually scared to the point of only daring to watch from afar, not daring to approach.

They don't know that Qi Refining cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage only reach the Martial Arts Grandmaster level when they reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining; it's nothing more than being able to cast spells and control magic treasures, with a few more changes."

Ma Tong despised in his heart, which somewhat helped him regain some psychological balance from his disastrous defeat.

Just as Ma Tong was despising Ji Yuanzhen and the other in his heart and had found psychological comfort and balance, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

Following that, Ma Tong saw a figure stand up from behind a dead horse's corpse six or seven zhang away in front of him, and spread his five fingers toward him, making a few Long Zhao Hand movements in the air.

"Whoosh! Damn it, when did my courage become so small!" Ma Tong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a thought of self-mockery flashing through his brain.

But immediately following that, Ma Tong widened his eyes, his face as white as rice paper, and he had already stopped abruptly, followed by retreating rapidly.

Under the night sky, several claws condensed from energy whistled through the air and grabbed toward Ma Tong.

Those claws had scales on them, and the claw tips were as sharp as spears, actually no different from the legendary dragon claws.

There were claws above, below, left, and right, almost sealing off Ma Tong's path of escape for jumping up or moving left and right; the only thing he could do was stop, and then retreat.

But the opportunity was fleeting.

Just now, when Ma Tong turned his head to look behind, and his thoughts were turning, and he felt something in his heart, he was still running wildly forward.

Even when he saw Xia Daoming stand up and make movements toward him in the air, he also subconsciously slowed down his speed.

Now that he discovered something was wrong, he stopped his feet and retreated rapidly.

This back and forth had already cut off Ma Tong's last glimmer of opportunity to escape Xia Daoming's dragon claw grasp.

Ma Tong had only retreated about a zhang when the dragon claws arrived.

The energy on Ma Tong's body surged out wildly, turning into golden-bronze-like armor covering his whole body.

"Rip!"

"Rip!"

The sharp claw tips of the two dragon claws pierced through the armor on Ma Tong's arms and penetrated through.

There were also two sharp claw tips that broke through the armor and penetrated through his two thighs.

Fresh blood gushed out, and the muscle tendons and blood vessels were cut off by the sharp claws.

"Plop!"

Ma Tong fell to the ground with a bang.

His two eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

At a distance of more than seven zhang, he could actually penetrate the armor transformed by his energy and his muscles that were as solid as iron, and looking at his appearance, he was still very relaxed. What kind of terrifying martial arts cultivation was this?

A twelfth-rank Grandmaster?

"Hall Master Liang, did my eyes see wrong? That should have been a distance of seven or eight zhang just now, right?" Ji Yuanzhen blinked his eyes hard, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"Sh, should not have seen wrong!" Liang Jingtang moved his Adam's apple hard.

This is too perverted!

Not only did he attack the enemy with energy transformation from seven or eight zhang away, but he actually forcibly penetrated the opponent's armor?

Doesn't this mean that if this guy really wanted to rebel against his master and ancestors, it would be like chopping vegetables?

"Seven or eight zhang distance can break through the armor transformed by a Grandmaster's energy! Is a Grandmaster that powerful?" Ji Yuanzhen moistened his throat hard and asked.

He was considering whether he should change his address for Xia Daoming to Young Master in the future to be safer.

Calling him Daoming directly seemed somewhat disrespectful!

"Old Master, just a short while ago, I was only!

Looking at it, I really can't treat Daoming as a young person. He actually didn't seek quick revenge, but was even more ruthless than us. He crippled that guy's four limbs first, not even giving him a chance to commit suicide!" Liang Jingtang said.

While speaking,

Liang Jingtang had already rushed up with a few leaps.

Seeing this, Ji Yuanzhen hurriedly followed and leaped forward.

Just as the two were leaping forward one after another, a dull explosion sound suddenly rang out from the black mist not far away, and then the black mist expanded violently, suddenly becoming much thinner.

Three figures rushed out from within, and then fled in different directions.

To be precise, the woman in blue didn't rush out, but stumbled and ran.

She had disheveled hair, a pale face, and bloodstains all over her clothes, obviously seriously injured.

As soon as the three ran out, the black mist turned into a ghost claw wreathed in black energy and eerie, cold yin energy, grabbing toward the man in white, and at the same time, a ghost-headed curved saber that was white as bone slashed toward the woman in red.

As for the woman in blue, Wu Rong didn't care.

Obviously, he knew very well that the woman in blue was seriously injured and couldn't run away.

When the Ten Thousand Ghost Profound Yin Storm turned into a ghost claw of eerie yin energy to grab the man in white, without the black mist covering it, Wu Rong's figure, thin as firewood, was completely exposed.

Xia Daoming looked at the woman in blue stumbling toward him, and Wu Rong completely exposed under the night sky behind her, almost not daring to believe his eyes.

Was this Wu Rong killed to the point of stupidity, or did he not take Martial Arts Grandmasters seriously at all, actually daring to expose himself in front of him without any protection?

"Immortal Master, be careful!"

Ma Tong, who was lying on the ground with only half his life left, also couldn't believe the scene he saw and subconsciously blurted out.

Just as Ma Tong shouted, a black light shot toward Wu Rong like lightning in the dark night.

Wu Rong subconsciously turned his head.

Uh, where is Ma Tong?

Why is there one more person?

It, it's a Grandmaster!

Li Cheng has three Grandmasters!

Wu Rong was stunned for a moment, then his pupils suddenly widened.

A long spear had already shot to his front, spitting out spear light.

Wu Rong couldn't react at all, and just watched as the long spear pierced through his body.

Wu Rong slowly lowered his head to look at the big hole in his chest, how could he not believe this was true?

He was such a powerful figure, killing three Qingyuan Sect disciples until they fled in panic, only to die inexplicably at the hands of a martial artist!

"Clang!"

The gourd in Wu Rong's hand fell to the ground and rolled toward Xia Daoming.

The ghost claw that was originally grabbing toward the man in white turned back into black mist, coming toward the mouth of the rolling gourd, rolling in, and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The Bone-Chilling Soul-Scaring Saber that was slashing toward the woman in red also fell to the ground without its master's control.

"Rip!"

Before Wu Rong could fall backward toward the sky, a dragon claw transformed by energy pierced through his neck.

Wu Rong widened his eyes and fell backward.

As Wu Rong fell backward and his consciousness entered complete darkness, his eyeballs turned and looked at Xia Daoming.

He really wanted to see clearly, which martial artist was so sinister and cautious?

He had already pierced his chest with a spear, and actually still had to pierce his neck with a claw!

Actually a young man! Are young people now so sinister and cautious?

Wu Rong fell to the ground, his neck tilted, and his thinking before death was fixed on a big question mark.

Thanks to Wannian De Dengdai, xs Feng Zhong Jing Cao, Qiu Zhi Shenguang, Xizi Hua Kai, and other book friends for their tips.

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