Chapter 122 Siege

Martial arts practice is inherently more difficult step by step. Except for those peerless geniuses and evildoers, for most martial artists, if they want to practice successfully, they have to spend countless energy, time and resources to achieve something.

In the entire Ming Dynasty, a third-grade martial artist, even a pseudo-grandmaster, can dominate and abuse his power. As long as he does not commit too many sins, even the Ming Dynasty court will turn a blind eye and let his actions run wild.

The dream of stepping on the top of martial arts is undoubtedly a pipe dream for many people.

Most martial artists may have a lifelong goal of breaking through the upper three realms and becoming a third-grade martial artist, even a pseudo-grandmaster.

For many people, a pseudo-grandmaster of the third-grade realm is already an existence that people look up to and cannot reach in their lifetime.

However, Pei Xuanjing's sword killed several third-grade martial artists, injured second-grade martial artists, and made first-grade martial artists avoid it.

It simply subverted their cognition and made them panic and excited from the bottom of their hearts.

Even though they had heard countless news and knew that countless masters had died under Pei Xuanjing's sword.

But seeing with one's own eyes is always more memorable than hearing with one's ears, and it was shocking.

Seeing those beings that they usually need to look up to, they couldn't even take Pei Xuanjing's sword, and died so worthlessly, as if they were as easy as ants being trampled to death, which moved all those people.

"This man is cruel and must not be offended."

"A real man should be like this!"

"He can replace him."

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The people watching from a distance had different thoughts in their hearts.

However, Pei Xuanjing didn't know what those people thought, and he didn't bother to care.

His Shenxiao sword shook and made a buzzing sound.

"Now, do you think you can still stop me?"

Pei Xuanjing stood on the roof, standing proudly, his robe fluttering without wind, and said with a smile.

Seeing their people being killed by Pei Xuanjing, and being killed by the other party like slaughtering chickens and dogs, almost made the three first-class masters stunned.

In the past three months of fighting, they thought they had understood Pei Xuanjing, but now they found that all this was just what they thought.

"Ah! Pei Xuanjing, give me your life!"

Shi Ruifeng of the Six Gates shouted and rushed straight to Pei Xuanjing.

He used a 18-foot-long spear. When the spear shook, the true energy flowed, the blood in his body boiled, and the true meaning of martial arts permeated the four directions.

Boom!

With a swing of the spear, everyone around, including Pei Xuanjing, felt the opponent's fiery and domineering spear intent.

It seemed that there was a kind of domineering spear intent that could stab you with a spear.

The 18-foot-long spear stabbed straight, accompanied by the roar of a dragon, and it was magnificent.

"Not bad!" Pei Xuanjing uttered two words.

The domineering spear intent was indeed powerful.

But so what!

Your spear intent is domineering, but my sword intent is more domineering than yours!

He swung his sword out, and the sword intent like the bright sun appeared again.

Boom!

The long sword and the long spear collided.

The violent shock came from the two people, Shi Ruifeng retreated, and the roof under Pei Xuanjing's feet was also shattered. The house collapsed, and he had to get out of it, turned in the air and landed on another house.

"Puff!"

Shi Ruifeng retreated dozens of feet, leaving a one-foot-deep gully on the long street paved with stone slabs before he stopped. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Pei Xuanjing in surprise, shocked by the terrifying power that Pei Xuanjing had just displayed.

The martial arts he practiced were originally known for their strength. In the past, when he fought with others, he mostly relied on his tyrannical strength to suppress others, but he didn't expect to be suppressed by Pei Xuanjing's strength.

"It seems that the rumors are true. You really practiced the Dragon Elephant Art to the eighth level." He said coldly.

Even if there was news that the other party was suspected of practicing the Dragon Elephant Art to the eighth level, he didn't believe it, and the other party didn't really show it during the three-month pursuit.

But at this moment, he had to believe it.

Pei Xuanjing's expression did not change. He did not agree or disagree with his words, and did not intend to answer.

"Don't hold back against this kind of person. Let's attack together!" Qiu Xingwen's feminine and sharp voice sounded.

After saying that, he swung the whisk in his hand, and the whisk turned into a large net, covering Pei Xuanjing.

"Okay!" Shi Ruifeng moved again with the 10-foot-long spear.

The domineering and fierce 10-foot-long spear smashed down on Pei Xuanjing's head.

Feng Hongfei from the West Factory also stabbed out with a thin sword, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, exuding a dangerous breath.

The rest of the people also took action to block Pei Xuanjing's retreat. There were also archers holding strong bows and standing, locking Pei Xuanjing's aura figure, but not firing, just threatening and restraining, waiting for the moment when Pei Xuanjing showed a flaw.

"Okay!" Pei Xuanjing was not surprised but happy in the face of the siege.

The Divine Sword in his hand danced, and countless sword qi shot out, covering everyone.

Pei Xuanjing fought against so many masters alone, and he was not at a disadvantage.

Clang!

Pei Xuanjing swept his sword, and the hundred-refined divine weapons in the hands of those people were directly cut off.

Even though the weapons were safe and sound, they were shocked by the huge power that Pei Xuanjing burst out, and almost collided with his weapons, and all of them were numb in the palm of their hands by the fierce power.

Puff!

Even though Pei Xuanjing had no way to deal with these three first-class warriors for a while, the others were not his opponents at all.

However, after a few moves, several people were killed or seriously injured by him one after another.

"You retreat!" Shi Ruifeng roared.

He found that their siege not only had no effect, but also gave the other side a lot of room for maneuver, limiting their own attack.

Waiting for the others to retreat, the three first-class masters surrounded Pei Xuanjing, and the three formed a product shape, surrounding Pei Xuanjing in the middle.

Swish!

At this moment, the sharp arrow in the hand of the archer shot out and rushed straight towards Pei Xuanjing.

The sharp arrow from the string, with a sound of breaking through the air, was like a stream of light, and Pei Xuanjing's eyes were stern.

His Shenxiao sword swept across, forcing Qiu Xingwen to retreat a few steps. Taking this opportunity, he jumped out, jumped out of the encirclement, and actually went to meet the sharp arrow.

Puff!

The sword flashed, and Pei Xuanjing actually split the sharp arrow in half.

Then, without waiting for the three to siege again, he waved his sword again and went straight to the archer.

Puff!

The poor archer was a second-grade warrior, but facing Pei Xuanjing who suddenly bullied him, he had no power to fight back and was beheaded by a sword.

"You!"

The three were furious. Among martial arts masters, those who mainly practiced bows and arrows were very rare and their value far exceeded the others.

Seeing that the archer they had borrowed from the army was killed with great difficulty, the three were furious.

Suddenly, Pei Xuanjing looked into the distance and saw a familiar figure.

He looked around at the people around him, "Let's stop here for today. Save your lives first, and I will come to take them later."

After saying that, he jumped up and seemed to be leaving.