The father saw his son still lived and drew his Seven Wolves belt (I)

Their conversation, delivered across distance, echoed throughout the heavens and earth, causing a great shock to everyone present.

Shura Vajra retreated immediately, standing shoulder to shoulder with Dunan Vajra, focusing their attention on facing the enemy.

At the same time, he understood why the martial artist's sword intent could break his Vajra Body. It was because this was the sword intent of a second-grade martial artist at the Dao Integration Realm.

Hedao means the leader of the Tao.

Nalan Tianlu stopped meditating to heal his injuries and decisively retreated to escape the battlefield, lest he be targeted by a second-rank martial artist.

Has that old scoundrel from the Martial Arts Alliance advanced?

On a distant hilltop, Liu Hongmian and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Let's go back to the Wind-Riding Boat first, so we can retreat at any time," Liu Hongmian said in a low voice.

"No, if we go back to the Wind-Riding Boat, we'll become easy targets." Qi Huan Danxiang shook her head, rejecting her suggestion.

Jingxin shook her head slightly and put her hands together in prayer position.

"Please be assured, everyone. The two Vajra Guardians still have a backup plan to defend against the enemy."

Liu Hongmian and the others glanced over in a flash.

Jingxin remained calm and composed, showing confidence and composure.

Second rank? Our ancestor has been promoted to second rank? Because of the nine-colored lotus root sent by Xu Yinluo?

The overwhelming sense of happiness nearly knocked the martial arts alliance members unconscious.

What does it mean to be a second-rank martial artist? In such a vast country as Kyushu, how many second-rank martial artists are there?

Even Luo Yuheng, the head of the Human Sect, was only a second-rank official.

In other words, a martial arts alliance that possesses a second-rank martial artist can be considered among the top sects.

All of this was brought about by Xu Yinluo.

"Our ancestor has been promoted to the second rank! Haha, hahaha!"

"Xu Yinluo is truly a lucky star for our martial arts alliance."

"When the lotus seeds were seized, Alliance Leader Cao did not antagonize him; that was truly wise, incredibly wise and powerful."

"Yes, Alliance Leader Cao is wise and powerful."

Fu Jingmen, Yang Cuixue, and their fellow martial artists were overjoyed, feeling that the martial arts alliance was about to usher in its most glorious and peak moment.

Hearing the praise for Xu Yinluo from those around him, Young Master Liu couldn't help but look at Xiao Yuenu.

A smile played at the corners of her eyes and brows, it was hard to tell whether it was from the joy of the ancestor breaking through the barrier or from the relief of Xu Yinluo's crisis.

Could it be that Lady Xiao also admires Xu Yinluo? The women of Wan Hua Lou are fond of handsome young men, and the allure of a prodigy like Xu Yinluo is unimaginable. Only a stunning beauty like Lady Xiao is worthy of Xu Yinluo.

Upon realizing this, Young Master Liu felt his composure crumble.

On the Wind-Riding Boat, Ji Xuan slowly withdrew his gaze and sighed:

"I understand. He's been stalling for time, waiting for that old scoundrel to advance to the second rank. Alas, if Nalan Tianlu and the Buddhist School Vajra had listened to us and directly destroyed that old scoundrel's secluded cultivation place, we would have won this battle."

Xu Yuanshuang said calmly:

"In their eyes, the Martial Alliance is unimportant, and whether the old scoundrel lives or dies is also unimportant. Besides, what is a self-proclaimed extraordinary martial artist who has been aloof for hundreds of years?"

At this moment, she showed no trace of grief, as if she hadn't been the one shedding tears just now.

Xu Yuanshuang said:

"With Father's wisdom, he must have known that Xu Qi'an had the Nine-Colored Lotus Root. I don't know why he had the Nine-Colored Lotus Root, but Father must have known."

"Given this premise, you must have another plan, or perhaps you and your father have something else in mind?"

Ji Xuan laughed:

"Yuan Shuang is incredibly clever; why don't you guess?"

Xu Yuanshuang frowned and remained silent.

The old scoundrel's hair, like tentacles, wrapped around his body, obscuring his vital parts.

"Not bad."

He looked around at himself with satisfaction, then turned to the two Vajra warriors and smiled:

"The Vajra of Buddhist School has actually reached my Jianzhou. When did the Western Regions extend their reach so far?"

The Asura Vajra clasped his hands together, his voice majestic and deep:

"With the Buddha's light shining upon all beings, what place is there that one cannot go?"

The old scoundrel narrowed his eyes and said, word by word:

"Gathering the dragon energy of the Great Feng, intending to seize control of the Central Plains, the Buddhist School remains as arrogant and rampant as ever. Do they really think the Great Feng has no one left?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared in front of the Asura Vajra, his palm like a knife.

The crisis warning prompted the Asura Vajra to prepare in advance. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and with a whoosh, his Vajra divine power surged, transforming into a circular energy shield.

This is an ability that can only be used when the Vajra Divine Skill has been cultivated to a very high level.

"Click!"

With a casual stab, the old scoundrel pierced the circular air shield.

The dissipated golden light spread out in a ripple tens of meters in diameter.

Suddenly, he tilted his head, and a golden fist grazed his neck as it struck the old scoundrel on the back of the head.

The Vajra of Salvation appeared out of nowhere and attacked from behind.

The old scoundrel flipped his wrist, flicking his palm with a blade that struck Du Nan Jingang's wrist precisely, the blade intent condensed on his palm slicing through the dark golden skin.

Golden blood gushed out.

Thick-skinned and robust!

The old scoundrel who originally intended to sever the Vajra Hand with a single strike sneered.

The physical body of the Dharma Protector Vajra is far superior to that of a third-rank martial artist.

Du Nan Jingang felt a sharp pain in his wrist and immediately retreated.

But he failed to escape; the old scoundrel grabbed his wrist from behind, pulled and yanked him, and threw him over his shoulder.

Boom!

The towering Vajra slammed heavily onto the ground, its terrifying force penetrating his body, piercing through the mountain, tearing apart the internal rock, and the cracks extending deep into the mountainside.

This single act caused the main peak of Quanrong Mountain to become riddled with cracks, resembling a piece of porcelain.

Du Nan Jingang's vision went black, his consciousness was shaken, and he choked on a large amount of dark golden blood.

What a waste! Xu Qi'an was far away, swallowed hard.

Du Nan Jingang's pupils dilated, and he briefly fainted.

On the other side, Shura Vajra Dufan lifted a boulder weighing tens of tons, let out a deep shout, and hurled it at the old scoundrel with all his might.

Whew~

Large swaths of shadow enveloped the old man.

The old man raised his palm and drew a cross. With a "crack," the boulder precisely split into four pieces, which flew in four directions, just missing the old man in the center.

The old man saw the figure of the Asura Vajra in his eyes. He leaped high, using his knee as a spearhead, and charged menacingly at the old scoundrel.

Compared to other systems, the combat between martial artists appears simple and unadorned, while the Vajra of Buddhist School, who do not cultivate "intention," rely solely on their fists and feet to defeat their enemies.

Seize the opportunity to get close and finish them off with a combo.

The old scoundrel stepped forward and simultaneously swung out a palm strike, which landed squarely on the inside of Asura Vajra's thigh, causing him to tilt to the left.

The old scoundrel took his second step, and with a "clang," dense golden light exploded from the Asura Vajra's body, like golden fireworks bursting forth.

Xu Qi'an saw it clearly: in that instant, the old scoundrel's fists, palms, elbows, and knees rained down on the Asura Vajra.

The blow shattered his protective golden aura, leaving him looking like a peeling lacquer statue.

The onlookers only heard a loud "bang," because all the attacks were completed almost instantly.

Even among those of the third rank, the power of the Asura Vajra is not weak; it is at least stronger than Xu Qi'an's current strength, but it is completely powerless to fight back.

The warrior's prized close-combat skills were completely suppressed when he encountered a more powerful warrior.

The moment the knee strike was deflected, Shura Vajra attempted to counterattack using his internal energy transformation ability, but was forcibly interrupted by the old scoundrel with even greater violence.

When!

The old scoundrel slapped the Asura Vajra on the forehead, knocking him to his knees and spitting out blood.

Did I tell you to get up?

The old scoundrel spun around, lifted his foot, and stomped hard, pinning the Vajra of Salvation back under his foot.

"Pfft!" Du Nan Jingang vomited blood again.

Two Vajra warriors, one lying down and the other kneeling, were covered in blood.

Click~ Splash~

The hard rocks cracked, the mountain collapsed, and Du Nan Jingang fell off the cliff along with thousands of tons of rolling stones.

Terrifyingly strong. This is a second-rank martial artist. The onlookers from the Martial Alliance stared, their mouths slightly agape.

The ferocity of the two Vajras not long ago was witnessed by all, and they seemed invincible.

Even Xu Yinluo was wary of them.

Now, they are like two novices in Martial Dao, being thoroughly beaten down by their seniors.

"It feels so good! I haven't stretched my muscles in centuries."

The old scoundrel laughed loudly, the sound so loud that flocks of birds took flight from the distant woods.

"Old man, stop playing around. Let's finish this quickly, lest things get complicated."

Enveloped in the shards of light emanating from the Pharmacist's image, Xu Qi'an loudly reminded him.

The reason villains die is not because they are villains, but because they talk too much.

"Xu Yinluo is too cautious."

The old scoundrel had been in seclusion in the cave for hundreds of years, but he couldn't resist testing his skills just now. The two Vajra warriors were tough and thick-skinned, and even he had a hard time cutting them down.

But exhausting the effort doesn't mean it's unkillable; at best, it's just a punching bag that's tough to hit.

"However, a prolonged battle is indeed not advisable, or my mountain will be razed to the ground."

The old scoundrel soared into the air, hovering in mid-air. In that instant, he seemed to transform into an unparalleled, mad blade, its sharpness fully revealed. Cao Qingyang and the others only glanced at him before immediately closing their eyes.

My eyes were stinging, and hot tears streamed down my face.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the space between heaven and earth was filled with sharp, slicing energy.

Even with Xu Qi'an's powerful physique, the hairs on his body stood on end due to the stimulation of the invisible sword energy.

On the Wind-Riding Boat, Xu Yuanshuang suddenly closed her eyes, and heard a "hissing" sound as her clothes on her arms, thighs, and shoulders were cut by tiny blade energies.

Tiny wounds appeared on my skin, causing a burning pain.

"Elder sister."

Xu Yuanhuai reacted quickly and stood behind her to shield her from the sword energy.

"Such power is absolutely capable of killing Vajra."

Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up, and he rode the Floating Pagoda toward the main peak.

As long as the old scoundrel kills one of the Vajras, he will immediately absorb the Vajra's Essence Blood to push the Vajra Divine Skill to a higher level.

Shura Vajra felt himself being locked on.

He was the only one present to directly confront the sword's intent, while Du Nan Jingang was knocked off the cliff by the old scoundrel.

The crisis warning originating from the martial artist is frantically releasing "danger" signals, urging its master to escape immediately.

After many years, the Asura Vajra finally experienced the threat of death once again. The last time he had such a feeling was when he accompanied the Buddhist School Bodhisattvas and Arhats to destroy the Southern Demon.

But he couldn't escape; the sword intent in mid-air had already locked onto him.

"Amitabha!"

The Asura Vajra clasped his hands together and simply sat cross-legged.

"It seems you've come to your senses!"

The old scoundrel reversed his body, transforming himself into a blade poised to strike.

The next moment, the long sword was drawn.

Just then, beams of golden light rose from the bottom of the cliff. The light was so intense that it seemed as if a blazing sun was about to rise from the bottom of the cliff.

A golden statue, cast in gold, appeared in the world. It was taller than the main peak of Quanrong Mountain, had twelve arms, a golden-red flame pattern between its eyebrows, and a blazing sun hanging behind its head.

Each of the twelve pairs of arms holds a different Law Artifact, such as a knife, sword, pestle, pagoda, banner, staff, bell, and so on.

His aura was as heavy as a mountain and as vast as the sea.

Almost everyone who saw this image simultaneously lost control of their knees, kneeling down and trembling in submission.

Divine intervention?!

Xu Qi'an trembled all over, feeling the suppression from the higher-ranking figure.

His pupils widened slightly. The appearance of this Dharma form was extremely similar to the Dharma form that Shen Shu had manifested when he killed the Prince of Zhenbei in Chuzhou City.

It has twelve pairs of arms, a ring of fire behind its head, and fiery patterns between its brows. However, unlike others, Shenshu's appearance is jet black, and it does not hold Law Artifact.

Two sides.

When!

The old scoundrel's incarnation, the Peerless Mad Blade, struck the Asura Vajra, but failed to kill him, because one of the twelve-armed Dharma forms held a golden bell that enveloped the Asura Vajra.

"Vajra Dharma Form!"

Xu Yuanshuang heard a soft laugh behind her; the voice was so familiar.

Her delicate body trembled, and she turned around abruptly, seeing a figure in white standing with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

"Father?"

Xu Yuanshuang gasped in shock.

P. S.: The fireworks today were beautiful, but also very noisy. It kept me from settling down. Well, it wasn't because I lost money.