Chapter 303 Misty Purple Clouds
As he shouted loudly, a huge golden shadow appeared behind him. It was his form of the God of War.

This Dharma image is tall and mighty, clad in golden armor, holding two huge golden hammers in his hands, with a hideous and ferocious face, as if a god of death from ancient times has descended to the earth.

With the help of the power of the God of War's Dharma Image, Gongsun Yang once again rushed into the Zixia Mitian Formation.

His double hammers, with the force of thunder, smashed hard into a node of the formation.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the entire formation shook.

The head of Zixia Taoist sect and the masters' faces changed drastically, and they felt an unprecedented pressure.

"Keep your mind focused and don't let him throw you off balance!"

The headmaster reminded loudly.

However, Gongsun Yang's God of War form was so powerful that every swing of his hammer seemed to be able to crack the space.

Under his fierce attack, cracks began to appear in the Zixia Mitian Formation.

"Hey, let's see how long you can hold on!"

Gongsun Yang grinned fiercely and his attack became more fierce.

Although the leader and the elders of the Zixia Taoist sect fought hard, their strength gradually declined as time went by.

However, Gongsun Yang seemed tireless, and the light of the God of War's image became more and more dazzling.

"what!"

Finally, under another fierce attack from Gongsun Yang, a master elder could not hold on any longer, spitting blood and flew backwards.

"Head!"

The other Grandmasters and Elders exclaimed.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer!"

The headmaster nodded solemnly.

After saying that, he flashed and personally faced Gongsun Yang's attack.

The two men fought fiercely in the air. The master's swordsmanship was exquisite, and every time he swung his sword, he could bring up a cloud of mist.

However, Gongsun Yang's God of War form was too powerful, even the leader of the Zixia Taoist sect was already a master at the peak level.

However, faced with the absolute gap in rank, he could not defeat it even if he tried his best.

As time went on, the masters and elders of the Zixia Taoist sect fell one after another.

In the end, only the leader was left to hold on.

His clothes were torn and his body was covered with scars.

But he still gritted his teeth and refused to give up.

“Hehehehe! Your Zixia Taoist sect is no better than this!”

Gongsun Yang grinned and said, "Today I will let you witness the true power of the God of War's Dharma Image!"

After saying this, he disappeared from the spot again in a flash.

The next moment, his figure appeared behind the master, and his two hammers smashed hard into the master's back!

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the headmaster's mouth.

His figure flew forward like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

"Head!"

The last Grandmaster Elder still standing exclaimed.

He wanted to go forward to help, but was hit on the chest by Gongsun Yang's hammer, and he flew out instantly.

At this moment, the entire Zixia Mountain fell into deathly silence.

Gongsun Yang stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the battlefield below with a grin of victory on his face.

The light of the God of War's image gradually dissipated.

But his figure stands tall like an insurmountable mountain.

The other monks of Zixia Taoist sect lay on the ground groaning in pain.

And just after Gongsun Yang broke the "Purple Clouds Mitian Formation" and released his own form of the God of War.

The whole person was full of vigor and was about to kill the leader of Zixia Dao Sect. However, at this critical moment, a thick purple aura suddenly emerged in the sky.

This purple air was like surging waves, filling the entire sky, as if dyeing the entire sky with a layer of mysterious purple.

Everyone looked up in astonishment, and saw a figure slowly emerging from the purple air.

The man who came was dressed in a purple robe, with flowing white hair and an immortal look. He was none other than the founder of the Zixia Taoist sect.

He came on purple air, like a god walking out of fairyland.

The martial arts practiced by Patriarch Zixia is the "Piao Miao Zixia" inherited by Zixia Taoist sect, and is the sect's treasure.

This technique uses purple energy as a guide. When practiced to a deep level, it can condense powerful purple energy essence with infinite power.

At this moment, the old ancestor Zixia used the "Piaomiao Zixia", and purple air surrounded him, just like a Zixia god.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared directly at Gongsun Yang. An invisible pressure enveloped the entire place.

Gongsun Yang was shocked when he felt the pressure, but he was a veteran after all, so he quickly calmed himself down.

He clenched his two hammers tightly and looked coldly at Ancestor Zixia, trying to find flaws in the opponent's aura.

However, Patriarch Zixia did not give Gongsun Yang any chance.

He moved and attacked Gongsun Yang.

When Ancestor Zixia waved his hands, purple air surged as if to swallow up the entire world.

His moves are unique and powerful, and every palm and punch contains powerful purple energy.

I saw the Zixia ancestor gently stretched out a hand, palm up, and made a simple gesture.

"Misty purple clouds - clouds rolling and spreading!"

The old ancestor chanted softly, and then a powerful airflow surged out from his palm, forming a purple cloud and rushing towards Gongsun Yang.

Gongsun Yang was shocked when he saw this.

He tried to dodge, but the cloud seemed to have a spirit and followed him closely, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Finally, the clouds enveloped Gongsun Yang, and a powerful airflow burst out instantly, knocking him heavily away.

Although Gongsun Yang was extremely brave, he had already used the God of War form once after all.

He also forcibly consumed his internal energy to break the "Zixia Mitian Formation" of the leader of Zixia Taoist sect and others.

Therefore, the warriors who originally used the Gangqi side had an unsustainable weakness when facing the cultivators who used the inner force side.

Not to mention now.

Gongsun Yang wielded his two hammers and fought hard, but found that every one of his attacks was easily resolved by Ancestor Zixia.

However, Patriarch Zixia's attacks continued like a violent storm, leaving Gongsun Yang overwhelmed.

After dozens of rounds, Gongsun Yang, who had already been over-exhausted, was already panting and sweating profusely.

He was secretly shocked: the martial arts of this immortal old man from the Zixia Taoist sect are indeed unfathomable!
At this moment, Patriarch Zixia suddenly slapped out with his palm, and a palm print condensed with purple energy whizzed towards Gongsun Yang.

Gongsun Yang had no way to avoid it and had to take the palm strike head-on.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and Gongsun Yang flew backwards several meters as if struck by lightning, stepping heavily on the ground several times.

Several floor tiles of the Zixia Taoist sect were consumed.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his chest was in unbearable pain as if it had been hit by a huge rock.

It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"General Gongsun is extremely brave, but my 'Piaomiao Zixia' is not something that ordinary people can resist."

Patriarch Zixia landed gracefully and said coldly to Gongsun Yang.

Gongsun Yang looked at Ancestor Zixia with gritted teeth, but was speechless.

He knew that he was careless today.

It is hopeless to win alone.

However, Gongsun Yang had no expression on his face.

He didn't come here alone.

(End of this chapter)