The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 225 Xu Xingchen: Oops, miscalculated!

The sky was overcast and cloudy.

On the ground, two groups of people were fighting each other. There were colorful flashes of true energy everywhere, angry shouts everywhere, the collision of swords and sabers everywhere, and the muffled sound of energy exploding everywhere.

After the initial fierce clash and disorderly fighting, the masters finally met on the battlefield and started a balanced battle of soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals.

The three Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, with three thousand white-robed followers and seventy-two masters, faced off against the group of pagans in white cloaks.

Both sides were disgusted with each other: "Damn it, you scumbags are worthy of wearing the same clothes as us?!"

The Five Elements Flags and the Four Sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder faced off against the group of Central Plains warriors who had defected over.

After becoming the henchmen of the Yuan Dynasty, those warriors received many rewards, including precious medicinal materials, a large amount of money, and many martial arts secrets collected by the Mongolian army during its conquests.
With the accumulation of money, medicinal herbs, and martial arts secrets, the martial arts of these henchmen have been greatly improved. The martial arts of many of them are definitely not inferior to the leaders and gang leaders of the six major sects and eighteen gangs. They are also full of masters and have formations for multi-person attack.

The two groups of people collided with each other, and after only a few rounds of fierce fighting, they all felt depressed and felt that the other party was not someone to be trifled with.

This battle is worth fighting!

People from the six major sects faced off against the red-robed foreign monk.

These two groups of people are not ordinary warriors.

The six major sects represent the elite of martial artists in the Central Plains martial arts world. If it weren't for those lackeys who defected to the Yuan court and had the support of the Yuan court behind them, they would have been cleared out and wiped out by the six major sects long ago.

These one thousand red-robed foreign monks represent the essence of all the major temples in the Western Regions, or the essence of the Western Regions martial arts. After all, the Western Regions martial arts originated from the temples, and that is no joke.

The various martial arts sects in the Central Plains fought against the foreign monks in the Western Regions temples. It was truly a match made in heaven, and the fight was difficult to determine, but also exciting.

Among them, the battle between Shaolin Temple and Vajra Gate was the most intense and the hatred was the deepest.

The martial arts of the two families come from the same school.

Although there are only a few martial arts in the Vajra Sect, they were cultivated to a high level by the Huogong Toudao who rebelled against Shaolin back then, and the techniques passed down are unique in their own way.

The Shaolin Temple has seventy-two unique skills, but there are only a few people who can master even one of them.

Ah Er faced off against the abbot Kongwen of the Shaolin Temple. They both used the powerful Vajra Palm, which made the air explode and the energy roar. Both sides retreated at the first touch, but soon fought again.

Asan found the monk Kong Xing, and his Vajra Finger, which was shrouded in golden energy, displayed terrifying power that was extremely ruthless and brutal.

"Kong Xing, I heard that you are one of the four great monks of Shaolin Temple. Your thirty-six dragon claws are unrivaled in the world. I wonder which one is more powerful than my Vajra Finger."

Hearing Ah San's fierce and arrogant shouting, Kong Xing responded calmly, but he was actually shocked in his heart: "This person's Vajra Finger has been cultivated to an incredible level. Terrible! Terrible!"

"If I hadn't broken through to the rank of top master with the help of Master Xu, I would have died at the hands of this man today."

"Nowadays, it's hard to say who will win or lose!"

The mysterious figure in white appeared in Monk Kong Xing's mind, and he was inspired. He shouted loudly: "Traitors of the Vajra Sect, today, let my Shaolin Temple take back your martial arts!"

Before he finished speaking, his sharp and unparalleled dragon claw hand made a series of moves, colliding with Ah San's powerful Vajra Finger.

The two men used their finger strength to counteract each other, and the joints they grabbed made crackling sounds like a series of small firecrackers.

In addition to the two top masters, Ah Er and Ah San, the Vajra Sect also had a slightly weaker master named Gang Xiang. Together with the help of other red-robed foreign monks, they were able to fight the Shaolin Temple on equal terms.

The three great monks of the Shaolin Temple with the name Du rolled their black ropes like dragons and snakes, providing support from all sides. The strength they displayed was far inferior to that when they challenged Xu Xingchen on the Bright Summit.

Du'e, Dujie and Du'nan, standing in the center of a group of monks, look like three very old men.

The monks from the Shaolin Temple gathered around the three people, as if they were trying their best to protect their lives. In fact, they were being protected by the three old monks.

The three old monks kept a low profile and had their own plans.
The Emei Sect not far away.
Nun Miejue's white hair was flying, her sleeves were fluttering, and her figure turned into nine spinning top shadows, circling and dancing around the Emei disciples. While protecting the safety of her disciples, she was fighting fiercely with several red foreign monks.

Since Nun Miejue easily took the lives of more than a dozen red-robed foreign monks, she became a thorn in the eyes of the red-robed foreign monks. Several masters with extraordinary skills immediately came to her and launched a fierce siege on Nun Miejue.

Nun Miejue was fighting against nine people at the same time and was still able to fight with great success and not be at a disadvantage. This shows that her martial arts skills are now much better than before.

The two elders of Huashan and He Taichong and his wife faced off against ten foreign monks using iron wheels.

The ten red-robed foreign monks are brothers from the same sect, have the same martial arts skills, and use the same type of iron wheels.

Their movements were as fast as wind and lightning, quickly dispersing and gathering. Ten iron wheels with spiked edges were flying in the sky between them, cutting everything madly. The whistling sound of "vortexes" breaking through the air was creepy.

The sword formation composed of the Anti-Liangyi Sword Technique and the Positive Liangyi Sword Technique burst out with overwhelming power, sweeping away all ten violently shooting iron wheels, and launching sharp counterattacks from time to time.

If it weren't for the frequent quarrels and infighting between the two elders of Huashan and He Taichong and his wife, they would have gained the upper hand in the battle with the ten red-robed foreign monks.

The five Kongtong elders of the Kongtong Sect, together with their disciples, struggled to resist the siege of the red-robed foreign monks. There were no outstanding masters among them, so they were at a disadvantage from the beginning of the fierce battle with the red-robed foreign monks.

After dealing with three rounds of arrow rain attacks, the members of the Eighteen Gangs engaged in battle with the charging Yuan cavalry.

The warriors in these two teams had varying levels of skill, roughly at the level of internal strength realm, and when the battle started fierce, there was no explosion of energy, no spreading strong winds, but only brutality and ruthlessness with every sword drawing blood.

The battle scenes were several times more brutal than those in other places.

As the focus of everyone's attention in this battlefield.
Xu Xingchen was suspended in the air three feet above the ground, gliding forward lightly. Wherever he passed, not only did the enemies hurriedly move to the sides, but even his own people separated to both sides and respectfully made way.

When they reached the middle of the battlefield, several red-robed foreign monks, some martial arts lackeys, and some pagans surrounded them, unwilling to believe in the evil.

For a moment, swords and knives were raised, fists and palms flew, true energy burst out, and energy surged.

These fierce and terrifying attacks covered Xu Xingchen like an overwhelming force, pressing his figure from the air to the ground in an instant.

The ground within a radius of three meters began to shatter into pieces. Then, amidst a rumbling sound, countless pieces of soil flew into the air and turned into even finer powder and dust, spreading out.

"Success?!"

"Humph, this person is nothing but a silver-plated spearhead."

"That's all."

The besieging foreign monks, hawks, and pagans landed on the ground and looked at the dusty battlefield. In addition to surprise, they couldn't help revealing contempt and mockery on their faces.

The people in the Ming Cult camp smiled coldly, not worried about their leader at all.

as expected
In the center of the battlefield where dust and smoke were rolling, a shock wave suddenly rushed out, like a solid wall of air, which not only swept away the rolling dust and smoke, but also swept away all the foreign monks, hawks, dogs, and pagans around them.

Plop! Plop! Plop.
Those figures were like torn sacks, falling heavily to the ground several feet away, with broken bones and blood gushing out of all their orifices. Expressions of fear and disbelief were imprinted on their distorted faces before they died, as well as in the pupils of their eyes that shrank into a point.

When the dust settled, Xu Xingchen's figure appeared again in everyone's eyes.

The white robe fluttered without any damage, and the two magnetic rings around him were circling, without breaking, but just a little dim.

The shock wave just now was the force that bounced back after the Yuanci Magic Ring absorbed, transformed, and compressed the attacks of those people.

Two hundred percent damage, that's no joke.

With his toes lightly tapping the ground, Xu Xingchen's body floated up again and slid forward.

Along the way, they went straight through the fierce battlefield in the center and headed towards the Yuan army's base camp.

Thousands of feet away, the commander of the Yuan army, Wang Baobao, sat on a high platform, gazing at the battlefield ahead with cold eyes.

There were flags fluttering all around, and there were thousands of Yuan soldiers, hundreds of martial arts masters, and red-robed foreign monks guarding the left and right sides of the platform.

That was exactly Xu Xingchen's goal.

Take the head of the enemy general among thousands of troops!

As long as they rush over and kill Wang Baobao, they can win the battle.

However, this is destined not to be an easy task.

"Hahahaha, kid, since we last met, I didn't expect you to become the leader of the Ming Cult."

"Hahahaha, we meet again today, let's have another good fight."

"Don't say that we two are bullying you. We respect you."

"Brother, there's no point in wasting time talking to him. Go up and beat him up. I can't stand his flirtatious attitude while floating in the air."

Accompanied by wild laughter, a frost vortex approached rapidly, and wherever it passed, it left behind a wide and sprawling white frost and snow road, as well as a dozen ice sculptures that were unable to avoid it in time.

Xu Xingchen glanced at the two blurry figures in the frost vortex and shouted loudly: "Xuanming Elders, today, I will not run away again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a high-speed rotating frost tornado had already arrived in front of him, and with a swallow, it wrapped up Xu Xingchen's figure.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.
Amid a series of extremely intense energy explosions, countless palm prints of the Xuanming Divine Palm, carrying the white Xuanming true energy, fell on Xu Xingchen's Yuan magnetic magic ring.

Xu Xingchen, who was about to use the Yuanci Magic Ring to resist and rebound the Xuanming Divine Palm's power, suddenly changed his expression and cried out inwardly: "Oops, miscalculated!"

The body is enveloped and submerged by boundless white frost and cold air.
(End of this chapter)