Descending From The Heavens: Maximum Level Talent

Puffs of hot blood splashed out from their chests and abdomens, splashing all over the faces of Zuo Lengchan and his group.

They looked at the elite inner sect disciple who was nailed to death in front of them in shock, and the anger in their hearts rose to the extreme at this moment!

They suddenly looked towards the direction where the flying sword was shooting!

Under the light of the torch, they saw the familiar face.

Ji Shu!

Zuo Lengchan felt chilled in his heart and shouted loudly: You sneak attack in the dark, what kind of hero are you?

Ji Shu's sword was bleeding.

His clothes were also stained thickly with blood.

He came out of the darkness with a sword in his hand, and his aura was overwhelming, like the god of death coming out of hell! It gave Zuo Lengchan, Zhong Zhen and his party a great sense of oppression!

Da da!

Ji Shu didn't say anything. He just looked at Zuo Lengchan coldly. He suddenly accelerated, like a flying swallow, and rushed a hundred meters in an instant. When he was in front of Zuo Lengchan and his group, he swung his sword and stabbed Zuo Lengchan. passed.

'ah! ’

Zuo Lengchan's vigilance had been on full alert for a long time. The moment Ji Shu made a sudden move, he roared angrily and used Songshan's swordsmanship perfectly to attack him, completely protecting himself!

Sonorous!

Ji Shu's sword was blocked by his sword, but before he could say a word, the next moment!

puff!

His throat was slashed by the sharp sword tip!

All of his energy flew out at a terrifying speed. He held his throat and turned around with difficulty to look at Ji Shu. He saw that Ji Shu was like a sword god descending from the earth. A sword passed by, and the sword energy was as dense as falling flowers; The sword light flashed like a meteor falling into the sky!

How can there be such swordsmanship in this world!

Zuo Lengchan's eyes widened. He tried his best to hold himself up and prevent himself from falling, but blood flowed out and his strength was exhausted. He couldn't stand still and fell to his knees with a plop. He struggled to hold the sword upright. In front of him, he held his chin up to prevent himself from falling, maintaining his last dignity.

What a fast sword!

How could it be so fast, so exquisite and grand!

'What kind of swordsmanship can be majestic, mysterious, majestic, and extremely fast at the same time...'

Until his death, Zuo Lengchan couldn't figure it out.

He wanted to know the answer, but he could no longer speak. He looked at Zhong Zhen who had his head cut off, and felt sad in his heart. Looking at Zhao Sihai lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were dim. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to go again. He kept looking, but he couldn't see anything. His eyes were dark.

His consciousness began to sink.

Before complete silence, the images of his life briefly and quickly flashed through his mind.

From being born, as a child, learning martial arts, to becoming the head of the Songshan Sect, the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect was full of high spirits and was about to unify the Five Mountains Sword Sect when Ji Shu appeared.

‘Ji Shu! ’

The last picture of his life was fixed on an elegant and steady figure. The figure slowly turned around, revealing a pair of deep eyes.

‘What would have been the result if I had not attacked Ji Shu during the ring competition? ’

I thought of the Songshan sect lying with corpses all over the ground.

Zuo Lengchan would be deceiving himself if he said he had no regrets at all. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in life.

…

puff!

The last sword came out, like a lightning shock, with a pop, Zhang Jingchao's head flew into the sky, his headless body took two steps back, and with a pop, he fell heavily to the ground.

Ji Shu held the bloody sword and walked slowly throughout the inner courtyard of the Songshan Sect.

Along the way.

They are all corpses.

No one survived.

Are they all dead?

Ji Shu thought for a while but didn't see Tang Yingja: It seems that there are still fish that slipped through the net.

He frowned slightly, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly recovered.

Too many people were killed tonight.

The blood rushes to the nose.

He was still feeling somewhat unwell.

He was not a born executioner, but the world forced him to move forward.

He doesn't kill.

Others will kill him.

He can only do his best to adapt to this killing environment as quickly as possible!

Kill a few more times, and you'll get used to it.

Occasionally killing a few people, or even a dozen people, Ji Shu doesn't feel too much now.

But if he kills too much, he will still feel uncomfortable. The eight hundred cavalry were like this last time, and the same is true for the more than a thousand Songshan disciples this time!

Fortunately, his progress is getting faster and faster.

Now if you take a while, you can recover quickly.

call.

He exhaled a heavy breath and was about to go to the backyard to check to see if he could find Tang Yingja.

Da da da! A rush of footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

He turned quickly.

In the flickering firelight, he saw a group of monks with bald heads, yellow robes, and sticks in their hands running towards them.

Not long after, brush, brush, brush!

He was surrounded by a group of monks.

The leader was none other than Master Fang Zheng.

He looked at Ji Shu, his eyes widened angrily, and shouted:

Ji Shu, you, you, you destroyed all the people in Songshan Mountain. You, you evil devil! You are truly an unpardonable sin!

Angry flames shot out from his eyes, he chanted the Buddha's name, and suddenly struck out with a palm towards Ji Shu.

Ji Shu reacted very quickly and responded with a punch from Lightning!

boom!

The fists and palms met, and with a loud bang, Master Fang Zheng flew back several feet as if struck by lightning, knocking off Tang Ying's jaw behind him. After landing in a flying spin, he stomped back four or five steps before barely regaining his balance:

Such a strong punch. You, are you doing Tai Chi?!

He couldn't believe it:

The Wudang Sect's Tai Chi has never been spread to outsiders. You, how could you do it?!

Ji Shu did not answer, but glanced around and said slowly:

Master Fang Zheng's palm power is really powerful. I think he has already entered the innate realm. With your level of cultivation and being a senior, you sneak attack on me. Do you want to kill me?

Evil demons and heretics. Everyone will find them and kill them!

Master Fang Zheng put his palms together and spoke sonorously and forcefully:

Jishu. If you surrender, I can save your life. Let you sit down before the Buddha and repent for hundreds of years, and end your life! Lest you fall into the Abi Hell after death and suffer countless sufferings! Amitabha! Ji Shu, you are here now If we don’t surrender, when will we wait?”

Master Fang Zheng. You have disappointed me.

Ji Shu sighed.

He still has a good impression of the Shaolin Temple, whether it is because of the brainwashing in TV and movies, or because of the Shaolin Temple in his hometown on Earth. It is true that he has a good impression of the Shaolin Temple, but the Shaolin Temple in this world has disappointed him so much.

He didn't want to say a word to Zuo Lengchan.

Regarding Shaolin Temple, he said a few more words, but that was all.

He shook his sword and suddenly struck towards Master Fang Zheng.

Since it is an enemy.

No more nonsense. Kill him first!

Haoran Zhengqi Sword!

The sound of the sword roared, and the shadow of the sword swayed like a forest. With one move of the sword, the dense sword light instantly covered Master Fang Zheng!

Master Fang Zheng roared like a Buddhist lion, exerted force with both palms at the same time, and the Thousand-Armed Tathagata's palms spread out, and the sky was filled with the shadows of his palms!