Chapter 38: .Taoist magic, martial arts blood

Mr. Wuyun gave an order.
Many people suddenly appeared in the city, holding bows and crossbows, aiming at the young Taoist priests in mid-air.
The Taoist's eyes flickered slightly: "Senior what does this mean?"
On the city street below, a person appeared, the head of the Hanshan School.
He looked up to the sky and said loudly: "Dao Chang Xie invited, Mr. Wu Yun once said that you want you to forget the truth and see the elders to see you."
Xie Zhao took a deep breath: "Pan Dao has no intention of disrespect, because he is worried about his younger brother, so he came first.
However, the predecessors are full of talents, walk in poor ways, and have the authorization of the teacher to act on behalf of the view of forgetting the truth. "
He is the first successor of Wangzhen Guan, and the successor of Guanzhu in the future.
Wangzhen View has begun to cultivate his prestige, so he has given him a lot of authorization, and many elders in the door can't match it.
In the past, someone from the same sect had provoke a strong enemy outside, usually Xie Zhao rushed to support or negotiate with the enemy first.
In many cases, there is the view of forgetting the truth as the backing, and when the courtesy is reached, everyone has face, and they will step down together to turn fighting into jade.
But unfortunately this time, no matter how courteous he is, he can't hold back his opponent sincerely trying to find fault...
After Xie Zhao finished speaking, Zhang Dongyun did not respond.
Upon seeing this, the head of the Hanshan faction waved his hand immediately.
In an instant, hundreds of armor-piercing arrows flew into the air and shot Xie Zhao directly.
In addition to the disciples of the Hanshan School, the attackers also had many soldiers descended from the Tang army.
In order to get rid of the hard work of the captive coolies, at this moment, they are more attentive than the Hanshan school disciples, only to make up for their achievements as soon as possible.
The young Taoist priest in mid-air quickly became an archery target.
But he was not shot as a hedgehog.
Those sharp arrows passed directly through his body and flew far away.
Xie Zhao in the air, like a misty cloud, was pierced by the flying arrows.
The hole spread, and his whole body was distorted and turned into a cloud of smoke.
"The illusion of Wangzhen View!"
The head of the Hanshan School shouted: "The area covered by Arrow Rain is expanding!"
Everyone divided the shooting angle of the crossbow even more.
At the same time, more people in the city heard the news, stretched their bows and crossed their crossbows, aiming at the smoke clouds floating in the air.
The area covered by the arrow rain expanded, and the smoke and clouds in the sky twisted and changed, and indeed Xie Zhao's figure reappeared.
However, he was flying out of the city at this time, and he was almost over the wall.
"Since the predecessors insist on this, the juniors have to retire first, and invite the elders of the sect to come and discuss with seniors."
Xie Zhao's tone was still calm, and he swung a whisk in his hand, pushing away the arrow that was close to him.
But his expression quickly changed slightly.
The action of the young Taoist priest flying out of the city was forced to stop and retreat instead of advancing.
Retreating this time, he avoided a lingering hurricane.
An old man slowly rose from the ground and stood in front of Xie Zhao.
"That was... the palm of the wind and clouds just now?" The young Taoist frowned slightly: "A member of the Chen family?"
The old man said calmly: "The trail leader, please stay."
Xie Zhao swept away from the corner of his eyes and found that many people gathered below, all staring at him.
Several of them had blood evaporating from all over their bodies, and while the heat was hot, they seemed to form a small storm faintly rotating around their bodies.
"The cultivation base of the tornado secret book is really the Chen family."
Xie Zhao returned to calm.
The old man in front of him can stand in the air, at least in the fifth stage of martial arts, the flying commander's cultivation base.
Among the dozens of Chen clan members below, there are many martial artists in the fourth stage of martial arts who can also fly briefly.
A group of people surrounded all directions and blocked Xie Zhao's way out of the city.
Behind him, the head of the Hanshan School in the fourth stage of martial arts also caught up.
Xie Zhao looked at the old man in front of him: "It turns out that the Chen family has taken shelter in this Chang'an city."
He pinched a magic trick with one hand, and there was a faint flash of light in his eyes.
"You can't fool the old."
The old man in front of him suddenly shot through the air.
The goal was not Xie Zhao who was chanting the tactics, but the empty place next to him.
However, as the old man's palms stirred and turned into a tornado, the air suddenly twisted in the empty place.
As the smoke drifted away, Xie Zhao's true figure was revealed there.
It turned out that the figure next to him was still an illusion created by his illusion technique.
It's just that he can fool others, but he can't fool this old man.
The old man accurately captured Xie Zhao's true position, and his palms came out to knock down with all his strength.
Xie Zhao didn't panic, still squeezing the technique.
Suddenly, talismans flew up from him, transforming into light in mid-air.
The light group rotates around Xie Zhao, forming a defense, blocking the old man's palm.
The old man immediately changed his skills, and his palms were connected, exploding the rotating light ball.
But at the same time, the brilliance in Xie Zhao's pupils sprayed thinly from his eye sockets, spilling all over the place, colorful.
The old man's expression changed: "Nightmare technique?"
He shouted, reminding others.
At the same time, the blood of a martial artist gathered, condensed in this loud shout of himself.
The sound is like rolling thunder, shaking all directions.
The brilliant glow of Xie Zhao's pupils was shaken by the loud shout.
But the rest is still working.
The look of the head of the Hanshan faction chasing from behind changed drastically, but his eyes were slightly dull.
He found that his surroundings had all changed.
Chang'an City disappeared.
He unexpectedly returned to the Hanshan Mountain of Qinzhou Mansion in an instant.
A raging fire engulfed his house of the Hanshan School.
Looking down, the corpses of the disciples of the doormen were everywhere, and the blood was bleeding all over the ground.
Looking up at the sky, you can see red clouds in the sky under the light of the fire.
Above the clouds, the Taoist Taoists forgot the truth, expressionless, looking down at Hanshan.
It seems that the heavens have punished Hanshan.
The head of the Hanshan School kept admonishing himself that none of this was true, it was Xie Zhao's spell.
He wanted to yell, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
The raging fire climbed onto his body and swallowed him too.
The burning pain is so real.
On the ground, the severely injured Hanshan disciples wailed, asked him for help, and confessed to the heavenly masters.
No matter how hard the head of the Hanshan School struggled, he couldn't escape this purgatory.
In the real world, he stood there blankly, like a mud puppet and wood carving.
The Chen family martial artists on the ground also looked the same, their eyes were dull and standing still.
Their minds are filled with the tragic images of the whole clan being massacred by the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
"Uncle Nine, Brother Sixteen, what's wrong with you?"
Only one young girl, as usual, looked at the group in surprise at this time.
The old man in mid-air is firm in his will, holding his mind, and protecting his soul from being shaken by the enemy's spell.
But taking advantage of the moment of his steady mind, Xie Zhao's figure is like a cloud of smoke, flying quickly.
Seeing Xie Zhao protruding from the siege and about to cross the Chang'an city wall, he suddenly sank.
Xie Zhao was forced to descend as if he was weighed down by a huge burden.
He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with long beard standing in the air directly above him.
The tyrannical warrior's momentum is the best in the audience.
"Since Mr. Wuyun is dead, Daochang Xie should stay."
Chen Jiezhi said slowly.