If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 741 Magical Confrontation

The process of dealing with Yuwen Bo and Huoyixian may sound complicated, but it is actually very fast and efficient.

When Xiaoyu caught up with King Bashan and Old Ghost of Snow Mountain, they had not stopped moving towards the northeast.

It is about 170 to 180 miles away from the original site of the ice and snow yurt, and less than 500 miles away from the Great Wall.

At this time, the two of them still tacitly agreed not to use their great magical powers with strong fluctuations of vital energy, and only competed in martial arts moves, using fast to fight fast, fast moves, and fast movement speed.

What made Xiaoyu feel strange was that at this time, King Bashan had only turned his left arm into wings, and his right hand was still in human form, but he did not use any weapons.

He was clearly at a disadvantage.

The martial arts of the Snow Mountain Old Ghost have reached perfection; each of his moves is as swift as lightning and flawless.

Let Xiaoyu deal with it on her own and she won't be able to find any flaws at all.

Needless to say, he has strength and speed. Even if he becomes a ghost, he is still hovering on the edge of the two extremes of strength and speed.

The only thing that can reveal flaws is the moves.

But Lao Gui's moves were too mature and experienced. Xiao Yu simulated in her mind the scene of a martial arts battle with him. In less than two minutes, her forehead was sweating in reality: even if their strength and speed were the same, she could not last more than two minutes under him.

"This old man's skills have definitely surpassed the 'Sword Intention', and it's not just one or two steps beyond it."

In Yingxiang Mansion, Xiaoyu is a recognized genius, and comprehending the sword intent is as easy as eating and drinking.

But her level of martial arts skills only reached the level of "intention", at most the peak of "intention", vaguely touching the later levels.

To strengthen sword bones, you only need "sword intent" and no higher realm is needed.

Moreover, she had previously focused more on supernatural powers and inner strength, and did not pay much attention to martial arts moves.

For a long time, she even felt that after becoming an immortal, immortal martial arts moves would lose their use, and supernatural powers and magic weapons were the foundation of immortal combat effectiveness.

To be honest, even now, Xiaoyu feels that practicing supernatural powers is more cost-effective and has a higher upper limit. It is too difficult to improve the level of the moves, so it can only be used in martial arts.

However, after coming to Shenzhou, seeing real martial arts, and knowing that there are dual poles of strength and speed in the world, her concept began to waver.

Especially now, seeing the old ghost of Snow Mountain using only an iron spear and his remaining soul to kill the 20,000-year-old demon god, he was in a miserable state, with dozens of wounds and feathers flying everywhere.

Even though Bashan Wang used various small magical powers and tricks, he was still destroyed by the sword energy.
If the training time is extended to thousands or tens of thousands of years, the cost-effectiveness of martial arts does not seem to be low.

The cultivation of supernatural powers requires understanding of the Tao.

There will always be times when you encounter bottlenecks, and at that time you will not be short of time and you can fully practice martial arts.

Even in the Journey to the West period, when Monkey King fought against monsters, he mostly used the golden cudgel (martial arts) and rarely used his magical powers.

"Old ghost, this is it."

They fought and flew for another two hundred miles, and finally came to a narrow valley, where King Bashan stopped first.

As soon as he stopped, the Snow Mountain Old Ghost who had been fighting with him with his moves would have to stop and descend from the hundred-foot sky to the ten-foot high air.

"What? You choose this position because you plan to use your supernatural powers?" The old ghost from Snow Mountain said sarcastically.

He really had the confidence to mock the other party.

It was obvious that everyone else was dead, with only their souls and bodies left. King Bashan was a thousand-year-old demon god with a stronger physique and more profound Taoism, but he was still defeated by him.

At this moment, his golden chain mail was as bright as new, and there was not a single scar on his body.

The King Bashan on the opposite side had disheveled hair, tattered clothes, messy feathers on his left wing, and many knife scars on his body and wings that were deep enough to see the bones. He had spilled a lot of blood along the way.

"I admit that I am not as good as you in martial arts, but I have never relied on martial arts to claim to be a master." King Bashan flapped his left wing lightly and retreated ten feet away.

After getting some distance between them, his right arm hung in front of him as if dislocated, and his body became a little hunched.

"Although you are strong in martial arts, you cannot defeat me with martial arts alone, even if I continue to play with you."

The Snow Mountain Ghost did not chase him. He held the handle of the gun with one hand, pointed the tip of the gun at the Mountain King, and sneered, "Can't defeat you completely? Do you want me to help you count the wounds on your body?

You are still alive now only because I, the ancestor, let you live."

King Bashan's eyes were grim, and his right arm hanging in front of his chest slowly turned into colorful wings. "Don't bother with words, Xueshan, I will ask you one last time, are you determined to protect the dragon vein of the Donghu royal court?

With your strength and status, if you changed your allegiance and joined the Xiongnu, you would still be a 'national teacher'."

The Snow Mountain Ghost said calmly: "Go to the Xiongnu to help you?"

King Bashan said: "I will not fool you. If you go to Xiongnu now, you will definitely lose your superior status in Donghu.

He probably didn't even have the chance to accompany the great Khan, Touman.

You can only serve some Hun prince.

But you have to take a long-term view.

If the Xiongnu unified all the regions of the Southern Continent outside the Central Plains, even if you were only the chief strategist of a certain 10,000-cavalry commander, you would receive fortune far beyond what you can get from the Donghu today."

The Snow Mountain Old Ghost sighed softly, "If the situation was different, and I hadn't lost my body, and my main soul hadn't been destroyed by Meng Yi, and the Donghu had suffered the current disastrous defeat, I would really seriously consider becoming a hero who knows how to deal with current affairs.

Unfortunately, at this point, I have no other choice."

He shook his head, his scarlet eyes flashing with determination, and he gripped the three-pointed, two-edged spear tighter in his hand.

King Bashan said: "It's nothing to regret, even if you lose your Dharma body, you can still cultivate as a ghost fairy and become a guest of the Xiongnu prince.

I can guarantee you that Chanyu Touman will definitely confer the title of 'Great Heavenly Master of the Xiongnu'.

The Snow Mountain Old Ghost said bitterly: "It's too late, I'm already dead, and I've been targeted by Fengdu Wuchang.

I am not just an ordinary ghost. I heard from them that the King of Hell personally named me and wanted to capture me.

Unless there is a king who blesses me with all the country's fortune, I will definitely be locked up and taken to Fengdu.

It would be useless even if the King of Xiongnu regarded me as his first imperial teacher.

When I betray the Donghu, I will be attacked by the dragon veins of the Donghu.

At that time, my luck was at its lowest point, and God would curse me for breaking my oath to heaven and earth.

There is no time to connect to the Xiongnu's dragon vein luck, and an ordinary impermanence can easily take away my soul. "

King Bashan was shocked. "You just died, and the seventh day hasn't even passed. Why is the Emperor of Fengdu so anxious and even gave the order personally? Besides, you have the Donghu tribe's luck to protect you, and you also opened up the Guangming Temple in Changbai Mountain. You can be called an old ancestor who has educated the area, not a wild cultivator with a shallow foundation who has not yet achieved immortality."

The Snow Mountain Ghost sighed, "Why don't you understand? Even you have come all the way to Juyong Pass to watch the battle. How can the gods in heaven and the ghosts in the underworld not keep a close eye on this war that will change the overall situation of the world?
You have decided to abandon the grand strategy of the "Hu People Alliance" and instead have the Huns sweep across the world and unify the Hu people.

How big will the change in the number of days be?" King Bashan said in a hoarse voice: "It's not that I have to change the grand strategy. I am not qualified to do so."

The Snow Mountain Ghost nodded slightly, "So there is no need for you to fight me. I am a dead man now. If I don't fight, I will die - if I really go to Fengdu, it will be worse than death.

You are different, you have many choices and a bright future.

You are not fighting for the throne, why are you playing with me?"

King Bashan was really hesitant this time.

The Third Holy Ancestor let him act as he pleased and did not force him to do anything.

When the Snow Mountain Ancestor died early, killing the King of Donghu and exterminating the Kebinen clan was the best option for the Huns.

At this time, the Snow Mountain Patriarch was indeed dead, but the old ghost was back. Killing the King of Donghu now was still the best choice for the Xiongnu to unify the Hu people in the future, but for the King of Bashan himself, fighting with the old ghost was not a good thing.

As long as you choose to risk your life, you may really lose it.

Sacrifice yourself for the great cause of the Xiongnu? It's not worth it!
"My old friend from Xueshan, this battle is not a personal grudge between us, you should understand."

The Snow Mountain Ghost laughed, "You and I are close friends, how can there be any personal grudges? We are just learning from each other now.

Let's all take it easy, as usual, and stop there."

Having reached a tacit understanding with the other party, King Bashan breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not laugh. Instead, he frowned and said seriously, "Okay, one move will determine the winner, and we will stop when the time is right, regardless of life or death.

I won, you let me kill Kebineng, only him, I will not go to Chifeng.

Kebi Neng's nine clans will be destroyed by other people, or the new King of Donghu will do it.

Kill Ke Bineng so that I can have an explanation when I return.

If I lose, I will obey you in everything. I can even help you with your plans."

"Fellow Taoist, please."

The old ghost from Snow Mountain raised his gun to protect himself, ready to welcome the great supernatural power.

King Bashan raised his right wing, and at the base of the wing there were feathers of seven colors and patterns.

"During my trip to Shenzhou a few years ago, I obtained the fragments of the secret method for refining the ancient artifact 'Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan'.

Only three of the five kinds of fire were found, but all seven kinds of feathers were collected.

The wings of this king, the peacock, white crane, swan, owl, blue phoenix, seven kinds of divine birds, seven kinds of bloodlines, are combined into one wing. "

His chin was raised high, his eyes were bloodshot, his expression became extremely excited, and the seven feathers on his right wing were igniting with tiny flames.

"Boom~~~"

As he flapped his right wing downward, it was as if a sun suddenly fell into the valley.

The flames rose hundreds of feet high, bright red and shining, filling the valley and still flowing in all directions.

Within a radius of ten miles, it was as if a mountain torrent had erupted, and the flood was an endless stream of burning flames.

All the plants and animals encountered along the way were burned to red ashes.

The sharp rocks that blocked the flames directly turned red, softened, and dripped liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiaoyu, who was hiding in the bushes on the hillside watching the fun, also suffered from the disaster.

She could actually dodge it, for example by burrowing into the ground.

She did not shrink back, but took the initiative to feel the power of the Beggar's Version of the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan. Uh, if she had not activated the Great Destruction Fan in advance and had not used all her strength to deduce the method of destruction from this morning until now, she would not have dared to test it herself.

Look, the old ghost from the Snow Mountain who was directly hit by the fire, even though he had practiced the fire-avoiding spell in advance, he still screamed miserably because of the burns.

The golden chain mail protecting his body began to twist and deform.

Feeling the power of the flame, the shock in Xiaoyu's heart quickly disappeared, leaving only a little disappointment at the end.

King Bashan refined the blood of six kinds of divine birds and transformed himself into a "super hybrid", and his right wing became a living Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan.

This move was very powerful, she had to admit.

This means that as long as he turns into a Roc and his magic power has not been exhausted, every time he flaps his wings, it is equivalent to waving the beggar version of the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan.

It can be called a humanoid killer weapon.

If the army did not have a Qi-refining practitioner who had mastered the Fire-Resisting Technique, and did not have the means to shoot birds at high altitudes, no matter how many people there were, they would not be enough for him to kill.

However, the "Seven Animals Divine Fire" fanned out by King Bashan was strong, but not unrivaled.

Also magic weapons from the Conferred God period, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword and the Sun-Moon Divine Pearl, brought her a stronger impact than the Seven Birds Fire.

Even if the Great Destruction was not activated and Zifu had not deduced the method to restrain the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan, Xiaoyu would probably be able to withstand the raging fire like the Snow Mountain Old Ghost.

She used the Lord God Huo Lu to control the flames, which was much more useful than the ordinary fire-proof spells.

Of course, King Bashan himself said that he had only mastered three of the "Five Fires", and his Five Fires and Seven Birds Wings were far from perfected.

Xiaoyu didn't just stare blankly in the sea of ​​fire.

After feeling the control of the "2.0 version of Lord Huo Lu" over the "Seven Animals Divine Fire", she shrank her body and quickly fled to the center of the battlefield.

Although the Snow Mountain Old Ghost was howling in agony due to the fire, he did not stop.

He made the fire-breaking gesture with his left hand and dragged the three-pointed, double-edged spear in his right hand. He quickly flashed and waded through the red sea of ​​fire to make a passage.

When the Bashan King raised his right wing and prepared to flap it for the second time, the Snow Mountain Ghost shouted loudly, "Bashan King, come down!"

In Xiaoyu's ears, the voice of the Snow Mountain Old Ghost sounded sharp and harsh, which was very unpleasant.

But when the call of the old ghost from the Snow Mountain reached the ears of King Bashan, it was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in his head, blowing his soul into pieces.

His eyes, which were shining with pride, suddenly became hazy and dull, as if he had lost his soul.

His right wing, which was raised high, also froze in mid-air. His body, which was originally as light as a flame, became as heavy as a weight and fell heavily to the ground.

"Boom!" A hole was smashed in the burning ground.

He was like a sick chicken, lying in the ground, motionless.

(End of this chapter)