The Rebellious Emperor Dragon of Thunderbolt World

Chapter 279 Bloody South Martial Arts

In Wuyutian, the fragrance of tea permeated the long-lost place, the glazed fairyland was breached, and Wuyutian, where Wuyu was talked about, temporarily became a gathering place for righteous heroes.

Minamoto Musashi was defeated by a narrow margin in the battle of Jiuhuang Mountain, Tianshou Fukaku was uprooted afterwards, and the Dongying side retreated from Dongwu Forest in a mighty manner and returned to Dongying.

Witnessing the majestic power of the Tianshou Fu Pavilion like a fortress in the sky, Su Huan couldn't help but feel grateful that this time the war between the two countries was ended in the most peaceful way, otherwise the Chinese mainland would have suffered heavy losses.

"When Mo Zhaonu came back, he was going to find another hiding place overseas for the Ghost Sacrifice Clan, so he won't be returning to the Central Plains in a short time."

Tea was boiling in the small stove in front of Tan Wuyu, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.Few people dare to let Su Zhenzhen do the job of making tea. The Suxian who is worried about the world is too bitter, and the tea he brews is also bitter.

"Well, Yekou Yueren, this battle has also been severely damaged, and the remaining troops have returned to Yekou, and Jiuyou's whereabouts are unknown." Su Huanzhen sighed lightly, and rescued Jiuyou's mysterious figure, representing the current martial arts. There is still an undercurrent lurking, and the plight is not peaceful.

"The demon world is temporarily retreating, and it's time to change the goal next."

"Six Disasters, Azure Dragon."

The Ziyao Heavenly Dynasty has set off a bloody storm in the Southern Martial Forest, killing countless people, and even built a side wall to intercept and kill the martial arts practitioners in the Southern Martial Forest. Now this bloody blood has a tendency to spread to the Central Plains.

"Su Huanzhen, do you still want to negotiate with the Six Disasters Canglong?" Tan Wuyu said playfully.

As soon as the ban on martial arts came out, the methods of the Six Disasters Canglong were not as extreme as they are now, and the ban on martial arts was only slowly spreading in the South Wulin, but the current Six Disasters Canglong, the killing wind that was set off in the South Wulin, the methods It was extremely fierce; many Southern Martial Arts sects attempted to assassinate the six misfortunes of the Canglong, but the result was in vain, and all their heads were hung outside the Ziyao Palace, deterring all factions.

"Although the Demon Realm has retreated temporarily, it has not suffered heavy losses in this battle, and it may come back at any time." Su Zhenzhen put down his teacup and said: "If we start a war with the Ziyao Heavenly Dynasty here, it will undoubtedly give the Alien Demon Realm a chance to take advantage of it. Although this person is ambitious, but judging from his previous actions, he does not seem to be a bloodthirsty person. Now the military capital Yuyu is practicing the way of distributing martial arts, and there are many people joining. There must be another reason for it.”

"So how are you doing?"

"The inferior intentionally invites Lonely Hou for a while."

"You think Lonely Hou will know?"

"As the person who is closest to the six misfortunes of the Canglong, the inferior believes that with the wisdom of Lonely Marquis, he will not fail to notice the abnormality."

"Ha, it's up to you." Tan Wuyu drank the tea in his cup, then dipped his hand in some tea, and wrote down a name.

"What do you think of this person?"

"This person is from Goddess Island. Although there is a guarantee from God, but..." Su Zhenzhen sighed again when he said this.

That day when the alien world attacked the Liuli fairyland, and the scene after asking the heavenly punishment to die, reappeared in front of Su Zhenzhen at this moment.

The sun and moon talents looked at each other, and their thoughts were exchanged and switched instantly.

Shi Jiuru was also very sad when asked about the news of Tianzhu's death, and he also dealt with it in the war against the alien demon world. There was no abnormality at all, and he could be called a perfect person.

But it is also true, as the saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be demons.

Shi Jiuru, still need to observe...

Although this idea is not stated explicitly, it is self-evident.
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Right on the border line built by the Ziyao Celestial Dynasty, with the setting sun slanting, three figures quickly crossed the forest and rushed towards the Ziyao Imperial Palace.

In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two people were revealed, they were Yin Moxiao, Ji Wuzong and Sang Daoliang, the patriarchs of the Famen sect.

One is to investigate the blood feud of the destruction of the Dharma School, the other is to clear the body of innocent charges, and the other is to prove the truth of the sky-building plan back then, the three joined forces to investigate the Ziyao Dynasty.

After a period of investigation, the suspicion on Ji Wuzong's body gradually cleared up, and Yin Moxiao refocused his attention on Liu Huo Canglong, who also mastered Wu Zing's sword technique; Ji Wuzong was quite dissatisfied.

"The Southern Martial Arts in the past, today's wind is mixed with a bit of blood." Sang Daoliang said with a frown.

At the beginning, the six misfortunes of Canglong proved themselves in the open pavilion, and Sang Daoliang thought that he was blaming a good person. Seeing that the matter of the sky-building plan gradually became clear, Sang Daoliang then chose to retire. Confused, Sang Daoliang came out again to cooperate with Yin Moxiao in the operation.

"Since the Ziyao Dynasty built the border city wall, the actual situation of the Southern Martial Forest has rarely been reported. It is only known that the six evil dragons killed a lot in the Southern Martial Forest."

Speaking of this, Ji Wuzong's eyes flashed with anger.

"This time sneaking in, you have to be careful no matter what...huh?"

As soon as Yin Moxiao's words moved, his ears focused on the real energy, and the surrounding sounds immediately entered Yin Moxiao's ears. Sang Daoliang and Ji Wuzong noticed something strange, and at the same time they silently paid attention to their surroundings. When they came out, there was a vague sound of killing, and the three of them looked at each other, then quickened their pace and rushed to the place where the sound of killing was.

Above the wilderness, in a village, unarmed people were scattered and fled like a flock of sheep. Occasionally, a few people who resisted with weapons were no match for the invaders at all. On the people, blood was sprayed wantonly, and the purgatory on earth, the miserable scene of Shura, and the heavens couldn't bear to see it.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The assailant was obviously a martial artist from Nanwulin. At this moment, there was no humanity in his eyes, only the bloody desire to kill, killing wantonly, and only the sound of wailing was heard everywhere.

"stop!"

Ji Wuzong, who lived his whole life as a chivalrous man, how could he see such a brutal scene? People acted as if they hadn't heard about it, and they still attacked fiercely.

Afterwards, Sang Daoliang and Yin Moxiao attacked at the same time, repelling the martial arts people and rescuing the common people, but the remaining martial arts people waved their swords again and came back to the three of them.

"Wait, why do you want to slaughter innocent people!" Yin Moxiao turned his palms to control the enemy, pointing at the murderer's vitals with both fingers, and said coldly, but the man acted as if he hadn't heard it, his eyes were red, and he was restrained regardless of his vitals. After killing Yin Moxiao, Yin Moxiao pushed him again, and immediately sent him flying.

"They appear to be unconscious."

Sang Daoliang frowned, subdued the assailants, broke their joints, and restrained them from moving.

However, the perpetrators rushed forward one after another, fearless of death, and Ji Wuzong had already drawn his sword, using force to control force.

At this moment, there was a cold sound on the outskirts of the village and town, and a rain of arrows flew down. The perpetrator was pierced by the rain of arrows, lost all vitality, and fell to the ground slumped.

(End of this chapter)