"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Swordsman Xiahou couldn't accept this reality at all. His face was ferocious, and he was roaring in his heart.
It was not the first time he had fought Yan Chixia. Yan Chixia was only slightly stronger than him.
Perhaps Yan Chixia had performed better at that time and was lucky enough to win against him.
However, Wei Zhuang told him that Yan Chixia was a Golden Core cultivator. How could he believe it?
The difference was too great.
Yan Chixia was a cultivator?
An immortal?
Then what was he!
"Tell us everything you know about Yan Chixia.”
When Sakra, Donghuang Taiyi, Beiming Zi, and the others heard this, their eyes lit up and they hurriedly walked over. Beiming Zi directly stuffed a yellow talisman into Swordsman Xiahou's mouth.
This was a truth talisman that could make people speak the truth.
"You have been competing with Yan Chixia for seven years?”
"Yan Chixia's swordsmanship is on par with yours?”
"Yan Chixia abhors evil and likes to drink?”
Beiming
Zi and the others combed through Swordsman Xiahou's information, but they found that they did not get any useful information.
In Swordsman Xia Hou's eyes, Yan Chixia was just a warrior who was on par with him.
"I was a little worried that if we entered Lanruo Temple rashly, it would arouse the vigilance of Yan Chixia or the tree demon.”
"Xia Hou is very suitable to be our guide…"
Guigu 'zi suddenly stopped before he could finish his sentence. Soon, he had also caught a weak scholar.
Ning Caichen.
One of them had nothing to do with Lanruo Temple. As long as he did not have any money on him, he planned to stay at Lanruo Temple for a night. He was an ordinary scholar.
"Forget it."
Guigu 'zi shook his head and placed Ning Caichen in a relatively hidden bush. At the same time, he placed a talisman that concealed his aura.
"Yin Yang Art!"
Donghuang Taiyi nodded slightly, and then his pair of extremely deep eyes looked at Swordsman Xiahou.
"Hurry up and follow me. I still want to fight with Yan Chixia.”
Under the control of the Yin-Yang Art, Swordsman Xiahou forgot what had just happened. He only remembered that he had promised to ensure the safety of these scholars in Lanruo Temple when he came to compete with Yan Chixia.
"Hurry up and follow this hero.”
Xun Zi waved his hand and said.
"Yan Chixia, where are you?"
"Yan Chixia, get out here quickly. Do you think I can't find you just because you're hiding here?”
"The number one swordsman in the world is mine.”
Swordsman
Xiahou walked at the front, looking expectant and excited. He had returned to his previous arrogant look.
"Xia Hou, why is he here again?”
In the dilapidated Lanruo Temple, a man with a black beard and a face that looked like Zhong Kui heard this familiar voice and looked helpless.
He was Yan Chixia.
He had fought with Xia Hou for a full seven years, and Xia Hou had lost for a full seven years, yet he still hadn't given up.
Wherever he hid, Xia Hou would follow.
"Xia Hou, you…"
Yan Chixia stood up and walked outside. He was about to tell Swordsman Xia Hou that he did not want to compete for the title of the best swordsman in the world, but Swordsman Xia Hou had already come with his sword.
"Clang ~","Clang ~","Clang ~"... The
two of them instantly became entangled in a battle.
"I see. This Yan Chixia also knows a little martial arts.”
Sakra, Donghuang Taiyi, Beiming Zi, and the others were slightly stunned. They could only sigh at Yan Chixia's playfulness.
After a quarter of an hour, Swordsman Xiahou was defeated by Yan Chixia again.
"You've wasted your youth. You're too ambitious. You don't want to improve yourself. You're too obvious in your pursuit of the title of the world's number one…"
Yan Chixia reminded him kindly. He obviously didn't want Swordsman Xia Hou to continue on the wrong path.
However, his words were too straightforward, almost like a lecture. Swordsman Xiahou was so angry that he trembled.
"Yan Chixia, you're too much. We just happened to have learned the Tiangang Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation. Let us try how extraordinary your sword technique is.”
Wei Zhuang, who had disguised himself as twenty years younger, looked angry as if he was fighting for justice for Yan Chixia.
"Sou ~","Sou ~","Sou ~"...
Instantly, Sakra, Donghuang Taiyi, Beiming Zi, Guigu 'zi, Xun Zi, Ge Nia, and Wei Zhuang stood in seven positions and set up the Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation.
"Xia Hou, so you found a helper.”
Yan Chixia was relieved when he found that Sakra, Donghuang Taiyi, Wei Zhuang, and the others did not have any demonic aura. After rebuking Swordsman Xia Hou, he sized up Sakra and the others with a serious expression. He was a little excited.
A Connate Realm!
Six Postnatal realm experts!
With the combination of formations, he was a good opponent.
Although Yan Chixia was an Aurous Core stage cultivator, he had accidentally obtained the inheritance of a self-cultivation senior. Before that, he was a warrior and truly loved martial arts.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have fought Swordsman Xiahou for seven years.
"Clang ~","Clang ~","Clang ~
" Sakra and the others used the Tiangang Big Dipper Seven Stars Formation and Yan Chixia while leading the battlefield into a dilapidated temple.
They were very sure that there were definitely tree demon spies observing them.
The moment they saw Yan Chixia, they were sure that Yan Chixia was not colluding with the tree demon. He was even staying here to intimidate the tree demon.
With such a powerful enemy right beside him, it was impossible for the tree demon not to pay attention.
Soon, the battlefield entered the ruined hall.
"Attack!"
Without any communication, Sakra, Donghuang Taiyi, Ge Nia, and the others knew that the best time to attack had come. Sakra took the initiative and hugged Yan Chixia's arms from behind.
"Swoosh ~","Swoosh ~","Swoosh ~"...
Beiming Zi's hands were not slow either. His hands were as fast as lightning. In an instant, 1,008 Spirit Locking Talismans were placed on Yan Chixia's body in the arrangement of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation.
The Focus Talisman focused on stabilizing the Essence Soul.
Crack, crack,
crack. Wei Zhuang, who was holding Yan Chixia's left hand, and Ge Nia, who was holding Yan Chixia's right hand, released black chains from their hands and bound Yan Chixia's primordial spirit.
Soul-Binding Chains!
The magic weapon of an ordinary ghost soldier in the underworld.
However, the Soul Binding Chains in Wei Zhuang and Ge Nia's hands were magic treasures forged by the ten Yama Kings, and they could be said to be the best magic treasures in the Zombie World.
It specialized in restraining Essence Souls!
"Sou!" "Sou!" "Whoosh!"
Guigu 'zi also made his move. His hands were as fast as lightning as he pointed at Yan Chixia's major acupoints and his hidden Sea of Qi, sealing the circulation of his supernatural power.
Xun Zi and Donghuang Taiyi also used all their methods.
One of them used inner force as a rope to bind Yan Chixia's legs and all the vital parts of Yan Chixia's body.
A dense incantation seal based on the Yin-Yang Art covered Yan Chixia's body.
It was too fast!
It was so fast that Yan Chixia did not even have time to react!
When everything was over, apart from Sakra who was still hugging Yan Chixia's arms tightly, the other six were still extremely vigilant against Yan Chixia.
At this moment, Yan Chixia could not even use his martial arts. Even his Dharma power and primordial spirit in the Golden Core Stage were sealed. It was difficult for him to even speak.
Yan Chixia was speechless.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
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