Dozens of Daoists walked out from Quan Zhen Sect and they were all holding swords that shone with a cold light. Their faces were filled with coldness as they stared at Guo Jing unkindly.
The Mongolia often invaded the Song Kingdom, plundered property, and killed innocent people.
Therefore, the Song people did not have a good impression of the Mongolian Tartars!
Now, these Quan Zhen Sect Daoists heard from Zhao Zhijing that a Mongolian Tartar with extremely high martial arts skills had come to provoke Quan Zhen Sect.
It would be strange if these dozens of Taoist priests had any good feelings for Guo Jing!
When Guo Jing heard Zhao Zhijing's words, he could not help but be stunned. His eyes were filled with doubt, and he was secretly puzzled.
When did I become a Mongolian Tartar that everyone hates!
Guo Jing cupped his fists and explained to Zhao Zhijing.
"Brother, I am not a Mongolian Tartar. You have misunderstood me.”
However, before Guo Jing could say his name, Zhao Zhijing picked up his sword and pointed it at Guo Jing.
He interrupted Guo Jing and shouted sternly.
"You Mongolian Tartar, you still want to quibble. How can I, Zhao Zhijing, be deceived by you?”
"I'll let you have a taste of my Quan Zhen Sect's sword formation.”
After saying that, Zhao Zhijing waved his hand and shouted at the tens of Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists behind him.
"Brothers and sisters, set up the formation and let this Mongolian Tartar experience the sword formation of our Quan Zhen Sect.”
When the tens of Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists heard Zhao Zhijing's words, they nodded in agreement. Then, they rushed towards Guo Jing and surrounded him.
Dozens of Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists were holding swords in their hands. They were standing in the direction of the Eight Trigrams and looked at Guo Jing fiercely.
The air around Guo Jing was instantly filled with traces of killing intent.
Guo Jing glanced at the tens of Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists surrounding him and his face darkened.
He did not expect that these Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists would not even give him a chance to explain himself. Instead, they used their sword formation. They were clearly trying to take his life.
Guo Jing looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was ten meters away, and a sharp light appeared in his tiger eyes.
Zhao Zhijing felt a beast-like gaze and could not help but shudder as he thought to himself.
What kind of terrifying gaze was this? It was simply like a fierce tiger in the mountains!
At the same time that he was frightened by Guo Jing's gaze, Zhao Zhijing's heart was filled with anger.
The reason why Zhao Zhijing was so angry was very simple. He, Zhao Zhijing, had actually been frightened by Guo Jing's gaze. When had he, Zhao Zhijing, ever been so embarrassed?
Zhao Zhijing shouted angrily with a vicious expression.
"Brothers, attack!"
As Zhao Zhijing's voice faded, the dozens of Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists all shouted and raised their internal strength to the maximum as they attacked Guo Jing together.
Suddenly, sharp sword lights stabbed towards Guo Jing, and their attacks were like a surging tide.
Guo Jing saw the Quan Zhen Sect's Daoist attacking him ferociously and he could not help but frown as he muttered to himself.
"Brothers, since you don't know what's right and wrong, then I'll have to offend you.”
As his calm voice faded, Guo Jing gathered the internal strength in his body and struck out with his palms like a flood dragon.
The powerful palm strikes were like giant dragons that sent the ten Quan Zhen Sect Daoists closest to Guo Jing flying.
After repelling the first wave of attacks, Guo Jing looked at Yang Guo and said softly.
"Guo 'er, wait for Uncle Guo for a while.”
With that, Guo Jing raised his right hand and struck out a powerful palm force at Yang Guo. Immediately, Yang Guo's thin body flew like a kite.
A few seconds later, he landed 15 meters away and left the battlefield.
Yang Guo stood still, a wise light appearing in his intelligent eyes as he whispered to himself.
"Guo Jing's martial arts cultivation is worthy of being the number one person below the Five Uniques. He was able to send me flying more than ten meters with one palm strike, and he didn't hurt me at all.”
Guo Jing, who was in the middle of the battle, had already sent Yang Guo away. He no longer had any worries.
Immediately, he raised his head and shouted. The inner energy in his body was like a huge river, rolling and circulating in Guo Jing's wide meridians. His hands flew up and down like a fierce dragon coming out of the sea.
In an instant, Guo Jing's famous Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was unleashed!
Dragon roars resounded through the sky as Guo Jing struck out fierce palm shadows. Every move and style was filled with great power, like a storm.
Tens of Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists were washi paper under Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. They were like wheat being harvested as they fell one by one.
However, these fallen Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists were not in any life-threatening danger. They only suffered some light injuries. Obviously, Guo Jing had shown mercy.
When Zhao Zhijing saw Guo Jing, who was like a god of war descending to the mortal world, he could not help but swallow hard. A hint of fear appeared in his eyes, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
He never dreamed that Guo Jing would be so powerful. In the sword formation set up by his dozens of senior brothers and sisters, it was as if he had entered an uninhabited land, torturing his senior brothers and sisters to the point of not wanting to.
As Yang Guo listened to the dragon roar in his ears and saw Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he could not help but sigh and think to himself.
Although Guo Jing was a straightforward boy, he was really fierce. He was practically on par with Hero Xiao Feng, who had his own audio system. Compared to Guo Jing, this bunch of Quan Zhen Sect's Daoists were like clay. The difference was too great.
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