Super God Dao Art

Under the spirit eye technique, what Bai Ziyue can see is far better than the naked eye of ordinary people.

In particular, his spiritual eye technique has already formed a spell instinct, and everything can hardly escape his insight.

And martial artist cultivation is a process of making one's own qi and blood continue to grow stronger.

Knowing the method of restraint, restraining qi and blood, it is not obvious, if you don't know how to restrain, or you deliberately don't restrain, that strong qi and blood is like a bright light in the dark night, shining incomparably.

At this moment, in Bai Ziyue's eyes, there is a surge of Qi and blood that is soaring to the sky, like a wolf smoke, the Qi is rushing into the void, vaguely, there is a sharp aura that seems to be able to tear apart the air, under the wolf smoke of Qi and blood, Brewing, rolling, as if rushing out at any time.

In the range of this kind of imposing manner, just approaching, vaguely, will make people involuntarily feel a kind of coercion originating from the depths of the soul, and the mind will be restless.

"The No. 1 expert in Wujiang County, a first-class expert who is even better than the gang leader, Yang Zhen."

Bai Ziyue knew in his heart that the only person who could have such a mighty coercion in the government could be Mr. Yang Zhen, who was known as the number one expert in Wujiang County.

What made him frown was that the last piece of golden paper happened to be in the room of this first-rate expert Yang Zhen.

"It seems that the previous preparations were superfluous. If you want to get the twelfth golden paper, you must have a battle with this first-class master."

Bai Ziyue thought in his heart, but his figure did not hesitate at all. Between his steps, he seemed to be treading waves in the void, elegant and fast.

"Which friend is visiting? I don't know what to advise?"

When Bai Ziyue approached the room where Yang Zhen was 50 meters away, there was a hoarse sound.

Immediately afterwards, just after hearing Peng's voice, I saw a figure rushing out of the room quickly, and then just a little lightly, rushing directly to the roof.

"Enemy attack!"

"There are assassins!"

Yang Zhen's voice was like a wave, and it immediately attracted the attention of countless people in the government, and the entire government and yamen became turbulent in an instant.

It was also at this time that the main souls who had been instructed by Bai Ziyue to hide for a long time appeared in an instant and began to attack many guards or those who were disturbed by it.

At the time of the establishment, almost the entire government and yamen were in chaos.

Bai Ziyue didn't answer, he stretched out his hand, a small golden sword, quickly turned into a streamer, and rushed straight away.

"Spiritual Swordsman, a person who cultivates immortals?"

Yang Zhen exclaimed, his face suddenly became extremely solemn.

Quickly cut out with a sword.

This sword seems to condense the general trend of heaven and earth. It is as thick and heavy as a mountain. The long sword falls. It looks slow, but it is like a mountain and river collapsing.

Sword power, sword intent!

Compared with the stance of Jiang Tao, the leader of the Lieyang Gang, this Yang Zhen's sword stance is not only more complete, but has even gradually merged into the world, as if every sword carries the power of heaven and earth.

This is a trick he created, the sword melts into the world!

In this regard, Bai Ziyue raised his eyes slightly, and the golden sword that rushed out trembled in the void. At this moment, it shone even more, like a scorching sun.

Chaoyang Swordsmanship!

hum!

The golden sword trembled, the speed reached a certain limit, and it shot out.

puff!

The golden light swept across, and the sword melted into the world, as if the sword could smash everything in the world, and it shattered instantly.

The golden sword was like a broken bamboo, without the slightest pause.

Yang Zhen's face changed greatly, and a layer of dark light suddenly appeared on his body, like a layer of armor, protecting him layer by layer.

boom!

The black armor shattered in the blink of an eye, and then dissipated into the air.

The small golden sword sank directly into his chest and passed through.

puff!

A mouthful of blood poured out, and Yang Zhen's face instantly became extremely pale, and an unbelievable look appeared in his eyes.

lost!

So fast, so utterly defeated.

He couldn't even catch the opponent's sword...

If there is another sword, wouldn't it be...

Suddenly raising his head, he saw the figure on the opposite side wearing black clothes covering his face, his eyes were indifferent, and he leaped out almost without a pause.

"It's over!"

Immediately, his body and mind turned cold, and the depths of his eyes were filled with despair.

Am I, Yang Zhen, going to die here today?

Bai Ziyue used the Hundred-Step Wave Treading Technique, stepped on the void, and the whirring sound of the wind passed by his ears. He didn't even look at Yang Zhen, his body leaped, and he jumped directly into his room. .

"Um?"

Yang Zhen's eyes were full of astonishment.

what happened? Could it be that this person who cultivates immortals is not here to kill himself?

Between hesitations, he didn't dare to move, just stood there.

Leaping into the room, Bai Ziyue glanced around. The room was extremely simple, with almost nothing but a wooden bed and a few seats.

He didn't hesitate, just stretched out his hand and made a slight move, and the small golden sword rushed out immediately and stabbed out on the ground somewhere.

puff!

Immediately, several stone slabs were lifted, and a wooden box was revealed in front of him in the blink of an eye.

boom!

The sword light passed by, and the wooden box was directly opened.

The joy flashed in his eyes, Bai Ziyue floated up, and quickly rolled up a piece of golden paper.

"The twelfth golden paper is finally here."

Bai Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Without hesitation, he turned around instantly and rushed out of the room again.

"Kill the assassin!"

Just after jumping out of Yang Zhen's room, Bai Ziyue raised his eyes and saw a pair of guard officers and soldiers charging towards him.

These officers and soldiers, with their spears raised high, quickly formed a simple spear formation in the cold light, with neat and orderly steps, like a hedgehog.

"Don't be impulsive..."

Yang Zhen drank quickly, but involuntarily another mouthful of blood overflowed, blocking his words.

Bai Ziyue squinted his eyes, a cold light flashed, and a spell was instantly activated.

hum!

The sky is cold, and endless ice blades are formed in the void, densely packed, like arrows, neatly arranged together.

"Immortal Master? Run!"

The oncoming guards of officers and soldiers all changed their faces when they saw this, and they dispersed in an instant under fear.

puff! puff! puff!

One after another ice blades flew out, like a rain of arrows, countless houses collapsed, and the sound of ice blades entering the flesh came out.

Bai Ziyue's expression did not change, and he did not look at the effect of this spell.

Because he has noticed that in all directions, there are figures with amazing momentum, rushing towards this side at high speed.

Hundred-step wave technique!

The spiritual power surged in the body, and this light-body spell was cast out in an instant.

hum!

Taking one step, Bai Ziyue leaped and climbed directly into the void of several meters high. Taking the second step, his speed surged, and his momentum was astonishing.

Step 3, Step 4, Step 5...

Stepping out step by step, Bai Ziyue didn't stop, it really seemed like the wind was passing by.

A second-rate expert tried his best to catch up, but he could only watch Bai Ziyue go away.

A third-rate expert jumped out from a roof and slashed at him, trying to stop him.

But he saw a small golden sword slashed by, as fast as electricity, with a puff, the third-rate master who was about to rush to him, his body stiffened, and he fell instantly.

Even though Bai Ziyue didn't want to kill because he didn't want to cause too much trouble, it didn't mean he didn't dare to kill.

A bunch of officers and soldiers, each with bows and arrows.

collapse! collapse! collapse!

A series of arrows turned into a series of black lights, and shot directly at Bai Ziyue.

It's just that Bai Ziyue's speed is too fast, stepping on the void, it really looks like a ghost, and most of the arrows are unable to hang down until they are unable to touch the corner of Bai Ziyue's clothes.

Occasionally, one or two arrows were about to land on Bai Ziyue's body, but they were all blocked by a layer of light that suddenly appeared.

Spell, aura shield!

"Who is fellow Daoist? If you do this, where do you put me in the Immortal Pavilion?"

Just at this moment, a figure appeared in front of Bai Ziyue, and it was Pei Yuanwu from the Immortal Pavilion.

Beside him, there are also two people who are obviously less powerful cultivators.

At this moment, he gave a loud shout, and then stepped forward a little.

hum!

In an instant, streaks of golden light rose from all directions.

Formation!

I don't know when, Pei Yuanwu and others actually set up a formation in front of Bai Ziyue, and it was still a trapped formation!

With a cold hum in his heart, Bai Ziyue stretched out his hand and made another move.

The golden sword swept up like a giant.

boom!

The golden light of the trapped formation raised by the formation was shattered.

On the ground, there were a full eight formation plates, and the psychic energy backfired, and each one collapsed.

"Top cultivator, no good, retire!"

Pei Yuanwu's face changed greatly, and he fled quickly without even thinking about it.

He didn't expect that the one who blocked this time would be the top cultivator on the ninth floor of the Qi Refining Stage.

Moreover, it is still the kind of top cultivator who clearly has mastered powerful attack methods.

In front of such powerhouses, he, the eighth-level immortal master of the Qi-refining stage, can't play the slightest role, and the opponent can kill him with a single strike.

Bai Ziyue glanced at Pei Yuanwu coldly, but didn't make a move after all.

Then, he stretched out his hand and touched it in his arms, and the Soul Gathering Banner was taken out by him again.

hum! hum! hum!

Yin qi surged, and soon there were five or six main souls, rising from various places in the official yamen, and rushing towards him.

During this period, all the masters in the yamen seemed to have disappeared and did not dare to approach.

Obviously, because of Bai Ziyue's great power, these people are all afraid.

In particular, some people were even more afraid after seeing that even Mr. Yang Zhen, who had already reached a first-class master, was seriously injured and was not his opponent.

"After all, I still lost seven or eight main souls."

Bai Ziyue sighed as he watched the remaining six main souls disappear into the soul gathering banner.

In my heart, I don't care.

For him, they are just some low-level main souls, but they are not very useful.

Immediately, he told the gathering of souls to put away the banner, show his body shape, and leave quickly.