บท 213: Chapter 213: [Mount Jiao] Life-and-Death Battles
Although Sect Leader Chang Ying was a person who had died a long time ago, there were many paintings of him that were passed down in the world. Confucian Wind Sect's Hall of Sages even enshrined the dignified jade statue of the first Sect Leader. Thus, Ye Wangxi reacted almost instantly. "Ah Si, quickly open the barrier! You can't beat him! "
Of course, he couldn't beat him …
Who could beat him?
Perhaps even the current most powerful Grandmaster in the Cultivation World, Chu Wanning, wouldn't have a chance of winning against him.
Nangong Si was trembling, but it wasn't because he was afraid. Instead, it was because of an extremely intense grief and anger — Grand Sect Master … Xu Shuanglin had actually turned the Grand Sect Master's remains into a precious chess piece!
Crazy …
He was really crazy!
That was their ancestor, the soul of Confucian Wind Sect, the root of Confucian Wind Sect, the god revered by generations of disciples and descendants for hundreds of years.
It was Nangong Zhangying!
The veins on Nangong Si's neck bulged. He let out an extremely distorted roar, like a tiger roaring in the forest. "Xu Shuanglin!! … No, Nan Gongxu!!! Come out!! Come out!!! "
His voice lingered for a long time like a vulture.
No one answered him. Of course, Xu Shuanglin wouldn't come out.
The only one who reacted was Nangong Zhangying, whose eyes were covered by the silk band. He slightly turned his face, and his pale fingers slid across the scabbard. The treasured sword that had been buried with him came out of the scabbard.
He held the sword and slowly walked down one step.
At the same time, Nangong Si took a step back and muttered, "Sect Leader …"
Nangong Zhangying's steps were steady. The tip of his sword tapped on the jade steps, making an ear-piercing scratching sound. His eyes were covered, and this silk band was attached to his body after his death. It couldn't be removed, so he couldn't see the path in front of him. He could only rely on sound and smell to determine Nangong Si's position.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, a low and ethereal voice sounded.
It was Nangong Zhangying who spoke!
"Why are you trespassing?"
Hearing the ancestor of several hundred years speak, even if it was just a precious chess piece, it was still extremely shocking.
Nangong Si swallowed his saliva and said, "Grand Master, I …"
"…"
He suddenly let go of the sword he was holding and knelt down to kowtow. "Junior is unworthy. I, Nangong Si, the seventh generation direct disciple of the Confucian Wind School, pay my respects."
"Seventh generation … Si …" Chang Ying's corpse slowly and numbly repeated these words. Then, he shook his head and raised his sword. He only said one word, "Kill."
Weapons clashed!
As Nangong Si struck him, he felt his arm go numb. The elder's strength was astonishingly great. A deathly pale face approached, his breath was as cold as ice.
"Trespassers will be killed."
"Grand Sect Leader!"
The sword was dazzling, and the sword momentum was astonishingly swift and fierce. When the iron blades collided with each other, sparks flew in all directions, and the light was like snow.
Xue Zhengyong punched the barrier and said, "Are you crazy? How can you beat him? "
Who didn't know about Nangong Zhangying's bravery? It was said that his strength was astonishing. Even if he didn't use a weapon, he could smash rocks into pieces with one hand.
Deal with him?
Perhaps even ten Nangong Si wouldn't be enough to play with his ancestor.
Nangong Si's mind was blank. He never thought that there would be a day when he would actually fight with the First Sect Leader of the Confucian Wind School on Jiao Mountain. When the two swords collided, he was suddenly pushed back ten feet. If he hadn't supported himself with his sword in time, he would have been kneeling in a pile of weeds.
Nangong Zhangying raised his sword and slowly approached again.
He repeated the order in a low voice, "Kill …"
At this moment, outside the barrier, Xue Zhengyong was angrily hammering the barrier. Jiang Xi frowned and didn't say a word. Villa Master Ma simply covered his eyes and didn't dare to look. Huang Xiaoyue was secretly frightened and rejoiced. Fortunately, she didn't catch Nangong Si. If she had brought Nangong Si to Jiao Mountain alone, she would have been the one facing the First Sect Leader of the Confucian Wind School.
Only Chu Wanning stared at Nangong Zhangying's actions without blinking. He felt that something was wrong, very wrong.
Who was Nangong Zhangying?
Just look at the two evil beasts he subdued, one was a demonic dragon and the other was a gun. Both were ancient demonic beasts. There was no need to say how terrifying this person's spiritual power was. Even if at this time his soul had already left his body, leaving only a shell in the world. He couldn't use many spells, but his fighting skills shouldn't be affected.
So how fierce was Nangong Zhangying's fighting skills?
Near the Eastern Pole Flying Flower Island, there was a relic that the Confucian Wind School showed off — a lake on the island.
This lake wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was stagnant water and didn't have any magnificent scenery. It would take about half an hour to walk around it at a leisurely pace.
However, everyone knew that this lake wasn't originally a lake, but a small hill. During the fierce battle between Nangong Zhangying and the gun, the gun used this hill to hide and dodge several times. During the fierce battle, Nangong Zhangying punched the hill more than ten times in a row. In the end, the last punch actually shattered a hundred zhang high rock, causing it to collapse and collapse. From then on, the mountain range was no longer there. The rain accumulated into a pool, and that was how this lake came to be.
So it wasn't that Chu Wanning looked down on Nangong Si, but he felt that when Nangong Zhangying's first sword met with Nangong Si, Nangong Si should have flown a hundred feet away. There was no chance for him to get up.
There was something fishy about this corpse.
Chu Wanning's eyes were like a sharp blade that scraped every inch of Nangong Zhangying's muscles and bones.
Suddenly, his sharp eyes focused and fell on Nangong Zhangying's arm that held the sword. He paused, and in that instant, a spark lit up in his mind. He suddenly realized what was wrong.
On the other side, Nangong Si was struggling to support himself with his sword. He staggered and stabilized himself. He was like his wolf dog. He could be defeated, but he definitely wouldn't run away. He used his sleeve to fiercely wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to fight again, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hit his left side. The meridians in his left arm are all broken."
"Grandmaster Chu?"
"Don't be distracted." Chu Wanning stood outside the barrier, his pair of brown eyes staring at the two people who were fighting. "Even if Nangong Zhangying's left arm is broken, you can't let your guard down."
Hearing Chu Wanning's words, the surrounding masters all looked at Nangong Zhangying's left arm. Sure enough, they found that the corpse's left arm was soft and weak. Xue Zhengyong was shocked. "Master Nangong Zhangying's meridians were broken after he died? Who did it? "
…
No one answered.
But people like Ye Wangxi who were familiar with Nangong Zhangying's life quickly understood.
Who did it? Who in this world would break his meridians? Who could break his meridians?
While fighting with Nangong Zhangying, Nangong Si stared at his ancestor's face. The face was exactly the same as that of the jade statue in the Hall of Sages. It was as if Nangong Zhangying was still alive in this world and had never walked towards death.
If he was really still alive, if he really didn't die, if these hundreds of years were written off, then at this moment, was he accepting the test of the first generation of masters, accepting his trial, accepting his guidance?
"Naobaijin! Come here! " Nangong Si's senses gradually returned to his body. He sternly called for the demon wolf and flipped over. He stared at Master Nangong Zhangying's left arm and attacked at an extremely fast speed.
A scene of his childhood flashed before his eyes.
He stood in front of the magnificent jade statue in the Hall of Sages, tilting his head to look at the statue of the first generation of masters.
A child's perspective was always strange. He suddenly turned his head to Rong Yan and said, "Mother, this statue is not done yet."
"Why is it not done yet?" Rong Yan dragged her luxurious robes and covered her mouth with a handkerchief. She lightly coughed and walked to the child's side. She looked up at the statue of Master Nangong Zhangying and said, "Isn't it very good? It's very detailed, very lifelike. "
"… I don't understand."
Rong Yan sighed. She was an impatient person. She hated that she could not shove the knowledge that other people had to spend twenty years to learn into her son's head in just two years, "It means that it's carved like a living person. Every detail is very lifelike. Didn't I teach you these two words last time? "
Nangong Si curled his lips and said, "But it's carved wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"Mother, look." He pointed to the left arm of the first generation of masters, then pointed to the right arm, "The left arm is one size thicker than the right arm. I've been staring at it for a long time. It's definitely carved with different thickness. It's not symmetrical at all. It's wrong, wrong!"
As he said that, he even raised both his arms to show Rong Yan. He seriously reasoned with his mother, "My arms are the same thickness on both sides. Mother's arms are the same, Father's arms are also the same … So this sculpture is wrong. Let the craftsman remodel it!"
"So that's what Si 'er meant." Rong Yan shook her head and said, "This is not the craftsman's fault. It's just that the Grand Master's left and right arms are different."
"Why? Is it natural? "
"Of course it's not natural." Rong Yan said, "The Grand Master uses his left hand. The strength of his left arm is much greater than his right arm. After a long time, his left arm will gradually become thicker and stronger than his right arm. Therefore, the craftsman who carved this statue not only did not make a mistake, but also paid attention to these details. "
"Clang!"
The two long swords faced each other. Nangong Si and Nangong Zhangying's faces were very close to each other. Separated by the sparks flying from their weapons, they gritted their teeth and fought against each other.
Nangong Zhangying, who lost his left hand, faced Nangong Si, who was full of scars and exhausted his last bit of strength. This was a hand-to-hand battle.
Xue Zhengyong had a thought that made him gasp, "The meridians in his left arm, could it be … could it be that he broke them himself?!"
In fact, it was not only Xue Zhengyong. Many people who were watching the battle outside the barrier also gradually had this thought in their hearts.
After the high-ranking disciples of the Confucian Wind Sect were buried, their eyes had to be covered with a silk band with spiritual power. Was it really just for the sake of "traveling on a crane, seeing the clouds and sky"?
Was it possible that Nangong Zhangying had more or less anticipated the vicissitudes of life that would last a hundred years?
Therefore, when he established the Confucian Wind Sect, he had already thought of the Confucian Wind Sect's doomsday. The reason why he covered the eyes of every buried disciple was so that they would not be able to display their most powerful fighting strength, so that they would not be able to bring disaster to the world.
Therefore, the Divine Martial Skill that accompanied him throughout his life was not in the coffin. He only held a long sword.
Therefore, before he died, he cut off all the meridians in his left arm. Even if in the future there really was an unrighteous person who used his corpse to stir up trouble, they would not be able to obtain all of his fighting strength.
But the answer was still unknown.
After more than ten rounds of fighting, Nangong Si suddenly caught a glimpse of the Grand Master's eyebrows slightly knitted. He muttered, "Nangong … Si … seventh generation …"
Outside the barrier, Mo Ran stared at Nangong Zhangying's every move with rapt attention. As the Emperor Ta, his observation point was different from all the righteous people present. He could accurately perceive some things that people who had not played the Exquisite Chess Game would find difficult to immediately discover.
In Mo Ran's view, this corpse was clearly different from the others. He seemed to have been struggling to regain his consciousness before his death.
This was also what Mo Ran was worried about before. Although the Exquisite Chess Game was one of the three great forbidden techniques, there was no such thing as perfect magic in the world. If a person's willpower was particularly strong, then the caster would have to continuously exert spiritual power to suppress the chess piece's resistance.
Once the caster's spiritual power was not enough, the chess piece would go berserk and lose control. Sometimes it would even backfire on the caster. This was also why in the history of the Exquisite Chess Game, there were many people who suddenly died of a disease, or directly reversed the flow of their meridians and died suddenly.
Mo Ran's face was burning, and his eyes followed Nangong Zhangying's movements.
He was almost certain that Xu Shuanglin could not completely control Nangong Zhangying.
"Bang!"
The sudden muffled sound made Mo Ran clench his five fingers on the barrier, and his veins protruded.
The difference in strength was too big.
Everyone present clearly saw that even if Nangong Zhangying cut off his main arm and cut off his strength, a Great Master was still a Great Master. Even if the sharp claws were pulled out, this empty corpse could still fight evenly with Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng.
If they really wanted to suppress him, perhaps they would need the Sect Leader and the Elders to make a move.
But the Sect Leader and the Elders could not enter. The barrier was sealed, and inside was the territory of the Nangong Clan. If they rashly entered, it would cause the spirit of the Jiao Mountain to go berserk, and at that time, it would be more of a hindrance.
This was the civil war of the Confucian Wind Sect, and no one could interfere.
If Nangong Si was full of vitality, he could probably rely on his own strength to deal with the corpse in front of him, but he had already suffered too much. Another heavy blow came. Nangong Si could have easily dodged, but when he grabbed Naobaijin's collar and flipped onto his back, the wound on his palm was torn, and he was momentarily exhausted, unable to hold on.
"Wuuuu —"
Naobaijin let out a mournful cry. The sword in Nangong Si's hand was knocked away, and it rolled to the edge of the barrier.
Mo Ran saw that the sword hilt was already stained with blood from Nangong Si's palm …
"Ah Si! Don't fight anymore! Come out! Let's think of another way! "Ye Wangxi shouted at him again.
People were always like this. Ye Wangxi would not beg for mercy, but Nangong Si was her weak spot.
She was crying, and she was crying non-stop.
Mo Ran had never seen her cry like this in his previous life. At this time, she really had the shadow of a young girl. Nangong Liu and Nan Gongxu, the two brothers, had selfishly put a resolute and cold mask on her face.
She had always felt that she would never be able to take off this mask, but the moment she saw the blood-stained sword, it turned to ashes.
"Ah Si …"
This blow was too heavy. Nangong Si gritted his teeth as beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He didn't utter a sound as he tried to force himself up from the ground. However, a cold light flashed past and a sharp blade as bright as snow shone on his face.
Nangong Si slightly gasped for breath, and raised his face, which was slightly similar to Nangong Zhangying's, to stare at his ancestor through the dazzling sword light.
Nangong Zhangying's sword was already hanging above him.
Inside and outside the barrier, there was a deathly silence.
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