Chapter 885 The battle for enlightenment
The way people think is so complex.
A moment ago, these people wanted to live towards death, using their background and numbers to oppress Han Yang and complete some form of forced palace.
The next moment, when facing Mu Shanxiang, a less powerful enemy, they broke out into undisguised violence.
In essence, they never thought about dying. They were simply desperate and wanted to intimidate Han Yang.
It was precisely because Mu Shanxiang saw this that he stood alone in front of these despicable people with his sword.
She would not allow these people to tarnish Han Yang's glory with their humble lives.
Zheng!
The giant sword buzzed, and Mu Shanxiang assumed a posture of fighting to the death.
The cold murderous intent flashed across the face of the martial saint of the Zhuge family, and he waved his hand suddenly: "Kill her!"
No one can ruin their plans.
Even if that person was the former top disciple of Tiandao Academy.
"I come!"
What everyone didn't expect was that the person who wanted to kill Mu Shanxiang the most turned out to be a third-level martial saint from Tiandao Academy!
He took a step forward and pointed the gentleman's sword forward in his hand: "Mu Shanxiang, I have long been unhappy with you! If it weren't for your identity as a woman, how could you become the number one scholar? The number one female champion? That's what you said. It sounds good, but isn’t the male number one scholar the number one scholar? Today, I will let you know that with the same resources, you are no better than anyone else!"
When these words were said, even many martial saints from the Moluo Domain and the Lianxin Family blushed.
Or else, those who are righteous are usually dog-slaughters, and those who are unfaithful are always scholars.
This guy was clearly jealous of Mu Shanxiang and took the opportunity to find an excuse to vent his jealousy.
He sounds grand, but he is actually dirtier than anyone else on the inside.
Anyone who is not a fool can see it.
But he himself still seemed to speak righteously.
Mu Shanxiang dismissed this man and drew his sword forward, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.
She shouted to the many martial saints of Tiandao Academy: "Anyone who crosses this line is my enemy, Mu Shanxiang, and has no friendship with the same sect. You'd better think clearly!"
After all, he was once the top disciple of Tiandao Academy, so Mu Shanxiang still gave everyone a chance.
She knew very well how powerful and ruthless Han Yang was.
background?
Righteousness?
That's ridiculous!
Wanting to use the tricks of these hypocrites to restrain a battlefield war god, these people are simply childish to the extreme.
Unfortunately, no one appreciated her kindness. On the contrary, more people in Tiandao Academy became increasingly resentful.
"Arrogant! Did you still think it was a year ago? I've crossed the line, let's see how you kill me!"
The guy who claimed to challenge Mu Shanxiang stepped forward and stepped over the sword mark with one foot.
Zheng!
The moment he crossed the line, the sound of swords sounded.
The giant sword in Mu Shanxiang's hand fell like thunder.
clang!
puff!
The sword is broken and the man dies!
He is also a third-level spiritual body, and he is also a third-level Martial Saint. However, the opponent did not even block a single move and was struck in two with one sword.
There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.
The eyes of all the martial saints were a little straight.
A year has passed, and some of them are third-level spiritual bodies, some are second-level spiritual bodies, and at worst, they are all first-level spiritual bodies.
I thought that the world is so big and there is so much to conquer!
As long as you leave Shenxu, you can roam the Qingtian Realm and set off a martial arts craze.
However, Mu Shanxiang cut off all their wild thoughts with one stroke of his sword.
A genius is still a genius after all.
Even if you have the same spiritual body and the same realm as a genius, you are still just an ant worth mentioning.
"Come on, come on together!"
"Kill her!"
No one dared to choose a duel with Mu Shanxiang.
Under the instigation of the Martial Saint of the Zhuge family, thousands of warriors waved their weapons and rushed towards Mu Shanxiang like a group of wild beasts.
What Han Yang said flashed through Mu Shanxiang's mind.
"You're going the wrong way."
"Actually, you are not suitable for Confucianism. You are more suitable for military art, or the way of the battlefield."
"I'm waiting for you to challenge me again when you become a master of martial arts!"
As the words passed by, Mu Shanxiang's expression became firm.
"The way of the battlefield? Let me see...whether I am suitable for that cruel path!"
Zheng!
The sound of swords sounded.
Mu Shanxiang is here!
boom!
boom!
boom!
boom!
Laws overflowed and thunder rolled.
The energy flow stirred up, shattering the ground within several miles around it.
The broken laws even cover everyone's sight, making it impossible for people to see clearly within a hundred feet.
The terrifying attack submerged Mu Shanxiang almost instantly.
"died?"
"Where's the body?"
The martial saints were looking around.
At this moment, a ragged figure walked out of the smoke again.
The shadow of the book above her head was completely shattered.
The Confucian and Taoist artistic conception was shattered.
There is only one giant sword, spanning the void.
"Not dead yet!"
"She used our hands to shatter the original Confucian and Taoist artistic conception!"
"This woman...is on a dark road."
The martial saints were all shocked.
Mu Shanxiang is simply crazy.
To throw away the Confucian and Taoist artistic conception that you have cultivated for so many years?
Who gave her great courage?
"Come and fight!"
After the Confucian and Taoist artistic conception was shattered, the military Taoist artistic conception rose.
Mu Shanxiang, whose face was as heavy as water, shouted sharply, brandished his giant sword, and charged into the crowd.
boom!
boom!
"Kill her!"
"This way!"
"kill!"
It is undeniable that Mu Shanxiang is a proud girl of heaven, with strong fighting ability, and can even surpass the level challenge.
But at this time, almost all of the thousands of martial saints had spiritual bodies, including countless third-level spiritual bodies.
The gap in realm no longer exists.
Between the two flying, the competition is just martial arts.
One against thousands is still too mythical after all.
In less than half a stick of incense, the giant sword in Mu Shanxiang's hand was shattered, and his body was covered in bruises and he could hardly stand still.
But instead, an excited smile filled her face.
Among the countless broken limbs, this woman looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha... Han Yang was right, I am indeed best suited to the battlefield!"
It was obvious that Mu Shanxiang had killed nearly a hundred people, but thousands of other martial saints were restrained and did not dare to approach.
Mu Shanxiang's ruthlessness had already made them scared.
"Don't be afraid! She is just one person. Aren't we the same two third-order powerhouses? Let me kill you!"
The martial saint of Zhuge family's heart roared, and he attacked Mu Shanxiang with the magic of the soul.
boom!
boom!
His "bravery" inspired the courage of many people, who roared and continued to kill Mu Shanxiang.
puff!
A bloody gash was cut out of Mu Shanxiang's left arm.
puff!
Mu Shanxiang's right chest was penetrated.
boom!
Mu Shanxiang was attacked by the spirit, and the look in his eyes slowly spread.
puff!
Mu Shanxiang's neck was almost torn.
In less than a moment, Mu Shanxiang was on the verge of death.
But the fighting spirit in her body was still boiling.
Confucianism and Taoism disappeared from her body, and the heroic fighting spirit of killing on the battlefield, wrapping corpses in horse leather, and wearing golden armor in a hundred battles was rising little by little.
The first female champion of Tiandao Academy has officially embarked on the battlefield.
Han Yang was right, she was indeed very suitable for this path.
A born war goddess.
"I will die if I hear the truth in the morning... It's a pity that I can't go further and see the more beautiful scenery along the battlefield..."
With a sigh in his heart, Mu Shanxiang raised his giant sword again.
She didn't regret it, just a little regretful.
I regret that I realized it too late.
In other words, it was too late to meet Han Yang.
If I could have met Han Yang earlier...
Just as she slowly closed her eyes and was about to rush out desperately, a voice came to her ears.
A colleague, with a big warm hand, seemed to have passed through thousands of people and pressed on her shoulder.
"You did a great job,
