Martial Boss Chapter 338

Not far from the battlefield before the Imperial City, in a place that had been destroyed to ruins by the aftermath of the Great War of the Tong Shen Realm, a tall building stood upright, looking extremely abrupt.

In the middle of this tall building, someone said, “Xin Wen is afraid that this time, he will lose.”

“Why? Didn’t Second Uncle say that Xinwen was the second best master in the Grand Zen Temple after Abbot Xin Yuan?” Zhang Yangping asked in confusion.

Xin Wen was the head of the Mahabodhi Academy of the Great Zen Temple, specialising in teaching the monks advanced martial arts as well as mastery, without a deep martial arts background, he would not be able to serve.

The reason why Xinwen was the head of the Mahabodhi Academy was because he was the number one master of the Great Zen Temple, apart from Abbot Xin Yuan. It was for this reason that Xinwen had previously acted as bait to lure the hidden masters of the Tantric sect to reveal themselves.

If someone who was not strong enough to act as bait, I was afraid that before he could lure out the hidden expert, he would have been defeated by Most Cheng, resulting in the experts on the side of the Great Zen Temple being lured out, which would have been hilarious.

“You, like Xinwen, have underestimated that Eastern Japanese,” Zhang Yuanlu shook his head, “That Eastern Japanese warrior has managed to break through to the Tong Shen realm, and his martial path is transcendent, so is he not just an idle person. The warrior has a fierce weapon called the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’, and even among all the strongest people in God’s Capital City today, he is among the top.

Although Xinwen attached great importance to the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’, he did not believe that the so-called Three Divine Weapons of this small country could be compared with the other divine weapons of the Central Plains, as Liu Sheng Zongyan was from a small country. Both the opponent and the weapon were underestimated, so Xinwen had the leisure to give a grand reason before he did it.”

“Just watch, Xinwen is afraid that he will lose this time.”

At this point, it was just before Yanagi Sohan’s “Windward Slash”.

The next step was for Yanagi Sokan to a*sume the stance of the “Windward Slash” and to intimidate the enemy with his murderous aura.

Xinwen was not aware of the fact that he had not yet reached the state of immobility of the Eight Directions due to his slightest contempt, and his mind was momentarily moved by the extremely dense killing aura of the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’.

In a fight between master fighters, sometimes victory or defeat is just a split second away, and this split second was caught by Yangsheng Soyan.

Leaping up into the air, he cut down sharply.

The white light of the blade, which is the most ferocious and destructive energy of the Yaki Orochi, which devours the dragon veins of Kyoto, slashes down with the utmost speed and ferocity.

The design of the eastern taijutsu is designed to kill with the utmost ferocity and determination, and this slash of Yanagi Sugim takes it to the extreme.

At the same time, one of the five Zen sect members, who were fighting with the five most Chengs of the Mandala formation, quietly withdrew from the battle.

“Kill!”

Liu Sheng Sou Yen’s sure-kill sword slashed down.

Kill!

Behind Xin Wen, the Preceptor Blade in the hand of the Tong Shen realm powerhouse who had withdrawn from the battle group slashed at Xin Wen’s neck with a desperate killing intent.

Two kills, one audible, one silent, but both with the intention of killing Xin Wen, the head of the Mahabodhi Temple of the Great Zen Temple, today.

One in front and the other behind, both of them were strong in the Tong Shen realm, how should Xin Wen deal with them.

“Pop…”

With a crisp ring, a knife was incorporated into Xinwen’s palm with the technique of emptying his hand into a white blade.

“Senior Brother Xin Yuan, it really is you.”

Blood spilled from the corners of Xinwen’s mouth as he clutched a preceptor knife in both hands and looked at his senior brother who was staring at him with incredulous eyes.

Behind Xin Wen, a knife mark overflowing with white killing energy appeared on the Buddha’s Dharma image, running away and dissipating.

The ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’ did not diminish in power, and the slash split Xin Wen’s upper body mostly open, even the vertebrae were broken, and the entire upper body, only a bit of flesh and blood was attached.

“Hiss,” Qing Yu drew a cold breath backwards, “The ‘Heart Zen Indestructible Kung Fu’ is as terrifying as this!”

Could it not be terrifying? His upper body was more than half split open, his vertebrae were all broken, and there was still a morbidly white blade Qi raging on the wound, but even so, Xin Wen was able to force his body to close hard, and his hands clamped down on Xin Yuan’s sneaky preceptor blade.

Even if a Tong Shen realm powerhouse is already beyond normal, and can still bounce around after his body has been cut at the waist, Xin Wen’s life force is already far beyond that of an ordinary Tong Shen realm powerhouse.

“If my heart does not move, my body will not perish. Brother Xin Yuan, it seems that I have won the bet.” Xin Wen’s mouth continued to spill blood, but still said with a smile.

Betting, yes, was betting. The slight was fake, the mind being deterred was also fake, all of this, it was all a gamble on Xin Wen’s part. Betting that the traitor would come out, betting that the traitor would not let go of this opportunity to kill Xinwen.

As the second best master of the Great Zen Temple, Xin Wen should not be underestimated, even in the open. His strength should be just below that of the Heavenly Ranking crowd. Even if he really lost his concentration and was caught in the act, with the divine power of the “Heart Zen Immortality Technique”, he would only be injured but not killed.

The great chiefs of the Great Zen Temple, who were well aware of the power of the “Heart Zen Indestructible Power”, must have understood this, so if one of them was a traitor, he would definitely not let go of this opportunity.

Obviously, Xinwen had won the bet, and the traitor Xin Yuan had revealed himself.

However, winning the bet did not mean that one could live. The ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’ was still clamped inside Xin Wen’s body, and this supremely fierce weapon was frantically devouring Xin Wen’s vitality.

“Die!”

Xin Yuan shouted angrily, and the crimson blade qi on the clamped Ring Sword surged up and pointed straight at Xin Wen’s face.

At the same time, Liu Sheng Zong Yan’s force penetrated his entire body, intending to split the entire body that was forcibly clamped together by his true qi.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

The Clear Saint Brahma Qi came at his side, aiming straight at the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’ in Ryuusei Zongyan’s hand.

There was still someone lurking, and it was a Tong Shen realm powerhouse on the side of the Great Zen Temple.

Yangsheng Zongyan had two choices at this moment. Either he could continue to use his power and kill Xinwen, but doing so was a crisis of losing the divine weapon. The opponent was aiming directly at the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’, not Yangsheng Zongyan himself.

If they had attacked Yanagi, Yanagi would have been able to kill Xinwen with a serious injury. However, the opponent was aiming at Yangsheng Zongyan’s hand, and if Yangsheng Zongyan insisted on killing Xinwen, there was a great possibility that the ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’ would be taken away from him.

The second option was to draw his sword and dodge, pinning his hopes of killing Xinwen on Xin Yuan.

Of the two choices, whether Xinwen lived or died depended to a large extent on the hand of Yangsheng Zongyan.

His choice, on the other hand, was ——

The divine weapon must not be lost.

Yangsheng Zongyan drew his sword and drew back.

The ‘Heavenly Clouds Sword’ was a symbol of the kingship of the East, and Yangsheng Soyan only had the right to use it; if it was lost, he might have to stay in the Central Plains for the rest of his life.

“Senior brother, I’ve won another bet.” Feeling the life-devouring fierce weapon leave his body, Xinwen laughed cheerfully.

After that, the “Heart Zen Indestructible Kung Fu” was extremely sublimated, and Xin Wen seemed to return to his full strength in an instant. The Buddha light on his palm flashed, and with a horizontal break, he broke the preceptor sword, which was also considered a divine weapon.

“Ding…”

This was the sound of the remaining preceptor blade stabbing at Xin Chan’s imperishable body.

“Pfft–”

With a stab through the chest, half of the Ringing Blade pierced through Xin Yuan’s left chest.