C1911 None of Them Could Leave
C1911 None of Them Could Leave
However, it was different now. Even though he knew that his body wouldn't be able to hold on for long, he still couldn't help but get addicted to the feeling of having power. It was as if he had really returned to the past.
"Brat of the Ji family, come and fight me!"
After a moment, Chang Xu shouted again.
Little did he know, after hearing the old man's name, Ji Hu's eyes couldn't help but shake, and his heart started to feel uneasy.
Speaking of which, it was only today that old rascal found out that besides Chang Xu's surname was Jiang, Chang Xu really had this name.
At this moment, although Chang Xu had white hair and white beard, his skin was moist, and he didn't seem to be old at all. This was no longer the reason why he was able to keep his face. But strong enough to keep the body in the same state as it was when it was young.
Although Mo Nan knew Chang Xu's name, he did not know what this name represented.
But it was almost different.
It was already too late for him to become famous. He had only broken through to the Martial God Realm more than thirty years ago. When he had just embarked on the path of cultivation, the name 'Jiang Chang Xu' had already resounded throughout the Zhong Prefecture.
No, that's not right. Perhaps more people would know the other name of this person.
Jiang Mo.
He had once harmed dozens of Proud Son of Heavens at once and was then hunted down by the people behind them. However, if he remembered correctly, this person should have died a long time ago...
"Damn it."
Ji Hu gritted his teeth and tried to calm his uneasy heart. Although he did not know who dared to use Jiang Chang Xu's name, such a small trick should not scare him.
"Even if you are really the one who revived Jiang Chang Xu, I am not afraid of you!"
Ji Hu said in a low voice, as if he was cheering himself on. He groaned and rushed into the air.
Other than him, no one else present seemed to have any impression of the name Jiang Chang Xu. Perhaps it was the latter. He had disappeared from the Upper Realm for too long.
...
Regardless of the two in the sky, Mo Nan had his own matters to attend to. After Ji Hu and Chang Xu exchanged probing blows, he turned his gaze to the Ji family martial practitioners opposite him.
Ji Hu, he couldn't deal with them.
However, these warriors brought by Ji Hu were the same as those with the surname Ji. Today, none of them could leave.
With a swoosh, Mo Nan pulled out his long blade. He held it with both hands and appeared in a flash. In an instant, he swung his long blade with all his strength.
In the blink of an eye, heads rolled down. The blood that gushed out shocked all the Ji family warriors, causing them to turn their heads to look at him.
"You're courting death!"
There were a few people who seemed to be familiar with the martial artists who were cut down by old rascal. Their eyes immediately turned red as they cursed anxiously.
Mo Nan was unmoved. He hooked his finger at them and waited for them to rush towards him. He was not afraid at all. He swung his blade and welcomed them head-on.
"Slash!"
The word 'slash' sounded. The Saber Qi under Mo Nan's long blade filled the air. In an instant, one of his arms flew into the air and finally landed. The injured martial artist covered his shoulder in fear and retreated with a wail.
The High Grade Spiritual Treasure's strength was fully displayed at this moment. Even if a few martial artists wanted to use the Spiritual Force to block Mo Nan's attack, the sturdy and sharp long blade could still easily cut open their Spiritual Force and cause harm to them.
The warriors finally realized this, so they quickly pushed it away, not willing to fight old rascal in close combat anymore.
"Let's fight together."
Shao Qing wasn't the only one who shouted first. Numerous Ji family warriors surrounded old rascal.
Mo Nan lowered his eyes and looked around calmly. His expression became colder and colder. Suddenly, he raised his hand and waved it.
"Yin!"
The dragon-like figure was stingy. A huge figure suddenly jumped out from his arm. Little White had returned to its original form. As soon as it appeared, it had suppressed all the Ji family warriors with its aura.
In other words, old rascal might be the master of Little White, and he was even closer to it. He didn't think that there was anything scary about Little White.
But whether it was Qing Styx or the few people who saw Little White fight and get close to him, For example, Mu Ruyan had said that it might be because of her bloodline. In front of Little White, they were all extremely pressured.
If they fought, their strength would be suppressed by at least 10%.
This was the situation right now.
The many Ji family martial practitioners looked at Little White with some hesitation in their eyes. For a moment, no one dared to rush forward immediately.
If they didn't take the initiative to attack, old rascal might as well give Little White a look. Immediately, a man and a beast rushed into the crowd of warriors and began to fight.
After exchanging blows, a Ji family warrior realized that he had found an opportunity and suddenly appeared behind old rascal. With a gloomy smile, he was about to slap old rascal's back.
Unexpectedly, almost at the same time he attacked.
"Roar!"
An extremely shocking tiger roar suddenly came from behind him. The person barely turned his head and could only watch helplessly as a bloody mouth bit towards his neck...
After biting a warrior to death, Pang Hu looked around again. He opened his mouth and roared angrily, "Roar!"
At this point, one man and two beasts, including Mo Nan, had fallen into a fight.
This was not the end. Shaoqing brought Qih Jiren, Qih Meimei, and Shui Su to the back and gave them to the rest of the Qih family and City Lord's Mansion guards to take care of. Bai Tianfeng and Qing Styx also rushed over to help.
A moment later, three Martial Saint warriors of the Ji family were killed one after another. Mo Nan and the others started to finish off the remaining Ji family warriors at the speed of autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.
The battle was about to come to an end.
Mo Nan raised his head and looked at the situation in the sky. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a shocking scene.
Chang Xu raised his hand, held his head high and puffed out his chest with confidence. With just a few hand seals and a wave of his hand, a grand formation appeared in the sky, completely enveloping Ji Hu.
Within the grand formation, Spiritual Forces surged, bombarding Ji Hu unceasingly. It was just a formation that Chang Xu randomly summoned, but it caused him to gradually suffer a lot of injuries.
Mo Nan had finally witnessed what a true formation grandmaster was.
It had also broadened his horizons. And almost. Before this, he did not feel that the person in front of him was really the Jiang Chang Xu who had disappeared without a trace for a long time. However, other than that person, he could not think of anyone else in the Upper Realm who could use formations so skillfully and terrifyingly.
"It's all an illusion!"
He was unwilling to admit that he was not even a match for someone who had died for a long time. Ji Hu gritted his teeth and muttered in his heart. He gave himself an imposing manner, and then he no longer hid his strength. He took out all of his strength and prepared to determine the victor with a single move from Chang Xu.
"I have seen it clearly. This is the Ji family's Saber Art!"
Ji Hu took out his long blade and held it tightly in his hand. This action alone shocked old rascal.
He clearly hadn't done anything yet. His entire body was enveloped by the surging Saber Qi. Even the grand formation set up by Chang Xu wasn't able to hurt him at all.
Ji must be a Grandmaster of Saber Art!