Chapter 143: Chapter 143, Crushing Power

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He Chuan leisurely arrived in front of the Alliance Army's Commander-in-chief's tent.

The Alliance Army's soldiers formed a massive encirclement, but no one could get close enough to him.

They could only stand outside and clamor, but He Chuan was too lazy to care.

Or it could be said that the Alliance Army's level was too low, and they did not have the qualifications to make him move.

Four half-step saint cultivators' aura locked onto him firmly. If there were any unusual movements, they would surround and attack him.

Although you are powerful, you are not our match. It is best that you do not participate in the battle between the Imperial Court and the vassal Kings. Leave as soon as possible, so you do not lose your life. TMonkonk in green walked out and said to He Chuan.

In their opinion, even if He Chuan were a half-step saint cultivator, it would be difficult for him to fight against the four of them.

However, at their level, if they made a move that could shake the heavens aEarthrth, who knew if this mysterious expert would drag one of them down with him?

The four of them didn't want to take this risk, so it was best to subdue the enemy without fighting.

If the mysterious expert retreated tactfully, it would save them a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately, the other party wasn't moved.

Humph! The unknown green-robMonkonk snorted coldly, and his aura immediately suppressed He Chuan.

The other four also released their auras, suppressing He Chuan together.

The might of half-step saint cultivators pushed the surrounding soldiers' hundreds of feet away.

Just the pressure alone was enough to make the others unable to breathe, let alone resist.

This was a true supreme power. The power of a Xiantian ninth-stage cultivator is still a thousand miles away.

All of you are half-step saint cultivators, so you shouldn't be interested in the rights of the secular world. Why don't we all take a step back and shake hands? Wouldn't that be a happy ending for everyone? He Chuan didn't think of making a move. It would be best if it could be resolved peacefully, it would save him a lot of trouble.

He hated trouble the most.

Countless people died in this battle.

Whether it was the ordinary soldiers or Xiantian experts.

They were all living creatures. Now, because of the selfish interests of the eight vassal Kings and the seven great sects, their corpses piled up into mountains, and rivers of blood flowed. It was really not commendable.

Don't sacrifice yourself for meaningless wars. Just look at this scene, it's like hell on Earth. How can you bear it? He Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it could reach the ears of every soldier present clearly.

It was like the sound of nature, intoxicating everyone and instantly making sense of his words.

The soldiers of the Alliance Army with swords in their hands were all deep in thought.

They were reflecting on whether their actions were right or not and whether it was worth it. They had doubts about this war.

The four half-step saint cultivators saw He Chuan could actually use the Enchanted Voice to fill their ears and only use his words to shake the soldiers' hearts. This made their hearts sink.

Preposterous! As the Emperor, Zhou Shimin listened to the treacherous officials. He is muddleheaded and ignorant. We are doing justice for the Heavens! TMonkonk in green immediately used the Buddhist Lion Roar technique to disperse the Enchanted Voice.

The four of them would not be affected by the Enchanted Voice, but if they let it go, the Allied soldiers would no longer have the heart to fight.

The Golden Lion Shadow pounced toward He Chuan's position. The Buddhist Lion Roar technique could penetrate the enemy's five senses and cause them to bleed to death.

This move of the cyan-robMonkonk was not only to break He Chuan's Enchanted Voice but also to test his strength.

Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?! I originally wanted to settle this peacefully, but why did you insist on forcing me to make a move! He Chuan did not move at all. The Golden Lion Shadow reached within thirty feet of his body and immediately dissipated into nothingness.

A mere half-step saint cultivator dared to show his might in front of him!

The performance of this group of people was actually within his expectations. Among those who practiced martial arts, no one relied on their mouths to speak. Whoever's fist was harder will have their words be the rule!

With his current strength, it would be too easy for him to deal with four half-step saint cultivators in front of him.

It was even a little bullying.

He was already a saint cultivator fifth-stage.

The four of them were all experts from Shaolin and Wudang Sects. Not to mention their status in the martial arts world, their strength was also displayed here.

At this moment, how could they feel comfortable being mocked for refusing the easy way and choosing the hard way?

Let this poor monk test your strength! The half-step saint cultivator from Wudang Sect was the first to make a move. He leaped into the air and unsheathed his three-foot-long blade. In an instant, two streaks of silver sword light shot out.

The sword intent pierced through the rainbow, and light and shadows filled the sky. It was like a giant python opening its huge mouth, wanting to devour someone!

The dazzling sword light expanded in the wind, and even the mask on He Chuan's face was clearly visible. The power of this sword was evident!

As expected of an expert of the Wudang Sect. This sword is probably something that even nine thousand-year-old Wei Zhengchun wouldn't dare to face head-on!

That's right. Even if he wanted to attack, he still had to avoid its sharp edge!

Now, let's see what this arrogant person will do!

The other three half-step saint cultivators felt that He Chuan definitely had to retreat.

So that's it. I thought that the Wudang Sect had some great secret techniques! Then I'll play with you! He Chuan smiled indifferently. He rarely fought with others, so this was an excellent opportunity to test his strength.

He suppressed his cultivation to the half-step saint cultivator realm of the same level.

Devil Sweeper!

He Chuan swung one of his hands, and he held a soldier's iron sword the next second. Then, like a ghost, he quickly swung eighteen swords!

The seventy-two evil-warding sword techniques were all about speed.

Without the gorgeous sword light, even the people present couldn't see the iron sword clearly. Because his sword techniques were really too fast.

The evil-warding sword technique seemed ordinary. But in fact, there was a hidden killing intent!

The powerful sword intent of a half-step saint cultivator from the Wudang Sect was immediately destroyed when it was struck at its weak point.

The sword technique was easily broken, and the half-step saint cultivator of the Wudang Sect was both shocked and angry. He had absolute confidence in the Wudang Sword Technique, but he didn't expect his technique to be so fast.

However, the Wudang Sword Technique's outstanding feature was its continuous momentum. The half-step saint cultivator from Wudang Sect continued to attack, and the sword shadow was like a net, enveloping He Chuan.

Come on! Take This!

No matter how strong the opponent's sword move was, He Chuan could easily block it.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of moves. He Chuan's gaze focused slightly, and he activated his Divine Eye. The iron sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, instantly sweeping away the sword of the half-step saint cultivator from Wudang Sect and then stabbing into the opponent's arm without losing its momentum.

The pain came, and the half-step saint cultivator from the Wudang Sect hurriedly retreated a distance.

He lowered his head and looked again. A wound appeared on his arm.

He Chuan stood on the spot with the iron sword in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground. He had no intention of pursuing victory.

When the remaining three half-step saint cultivators saw this scene, their faces became unsightly.

The mysterious expert in front of them was more terrifying than they had imagined.

They could easily injure the other party within dozens of moves. If it were them, they definitely wouldn't be able to do so.

Amitabha. I didn't expect the benefactor to be so strong. This poMonkonk isn't talented, so I've come to learn from your outstanding move! The green-clothMonk'sk's entire body emitted a golden light. It was the golden bell cover, an upper-grade Buddhist cultivation technique.

The green-clothMonkonk stretched out his hand to take the Qmei Staff. His right foot suddenly stomped on the ground. With his foot as the center, the ground cracked inch by inch, leaving behind cracks like a spider web.

Swoosh!

The cyan-robMonkonk rushed in front of He Chuan and waved his hands down. The Qimei Staff turned into a crescent moon in the air.

Flower Blossoming Buddha!

He Chuan moved slightly and dodged the attack of the Qimei Staff. At the same time, he stabbed his iron sword into the cyan-robMonk'sk's arm and ignored the golden bell shield.

Even the position of the wound was the same as the half-step saint cultivator from the Wudang Sect.