The first among the heavens begins with martial arts

Chapter 118

The Wanchun Pavilion on the top of Long Live Mountain.

A group of people knelt down in front of Zhengde.

"General, it's time!"

Zhu Houzhao was dressed in a military uniform, watching the fireworks explode in the sky, he took a deep breath, drew out the long sword in his waist and pointed it at the sky.

"For the common people, for Daming, fire!"

"fire!"

"fire!"

The sound was transmitted layer by layer, and countless people roared together.

Immediately, the Hall of Supreme Harmony will become a sea of ​​flames. No matter how high the martial arts of the rebels are, they will surely die under the shells of hundreds of cannons. The Ming Dynasty can still be stable.

Zhu Houzhao's heart was agitated, and he looked in the direction of the Hall of Supreme Harmony from a distance. He wanted to see with his own eyes these rebels who relied on martial arts to cause chaos to be smashed to pieces.

Standing in the Wanchun Pavilion, he could have a panoramic view of the surroundings of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and vaguely saw the flickering of sword lights, but the distance was too far to see the details.

Before, because they were worried that the martial arts of the two duels were too high and sensitive, everyone hid themselves, and Zhu Houzhao didn't dare to peep, for fear of scaring the snake, but now that he received the signal, he finally looked at it boldly.

"It's a pity for this magnificent and magnificent Hall of Supreme Harmony."

Yang Tinghe sighed beside him.

"It's just a palace. If I can exchange this palace for my Ming dynasty to last forever, not to mention Emperor Taizong, even Emperor Taizu will not have any complaints."

Zhu Houzhao is full of vigor and high spirits. He dreamed of becoming an emperor who opened up territories like Emperor Taizong Taizong since he was a child, but the reality gave him a heavy blow.

The strong men in the Jianghu are making chaos everywhere, and the martial arts factions are divided into one side. What he can really control is only one-third of an acre of land in the capital.

Known as the Lord of the World, but in fact, a warrior doesn't take him seriously. Even the warriors of the Jianghu regard it as a shame to do things in the court, and call him a running dog of the court. He really has had enough of this kind of life.

Five or sixty years ago, during the Civil Fortress Change and the Seizing Gate Change, the nobles and masters of the Ming Dynasty were exhausted, and the Ming court lost the hearts of the people. Various sects took the opportunity to seize the power of the court, and now there is an organization like the Order of the Phoenix that can sweep the world at any time. If they don't fight back, the Zhu family's country will really change hands.

"What's going on, the order has been issued, why haven't you fired yet?"

According to the Artillery Code of the Artillery Battalion, there should have been at least one round of attack by now, but now there was not a single cannon shot.

Yang Tinghe also felt that something was wrong, he hurried to check what was going on, went out to have a look, but saw the artillery battalion soldiers lying on the ground in disorder.

He saw at a glance that these soldiers were not dead, but seriously ill, and all of them were different, the only thing in common was that they were all too sick to stand up, let alone fire.

"What happened?"

He saw that the only person standing was the commander of the artillery battalion, and hurriedly chased after him to ask about the situation.

He grabbed the commander's armor, only to find that the man was like a walking corpse, his pupils were completely slackened, as if the universe contained a starry sky inside, deep and bright.

"what happened to you?"

The commander was indifferent, he walked like a machine, but because he was caught by Yang Tinghe, he couldn't move forward, like a machine idling on the spot, he kept walking.

At this time Zhu Houzhao also came to his side, accompanied by guards and officials, suddenly a group of people seemed to have an emergency and fell to the ground exhausted, even Zhu Houzhao was no exception.

The little emperor was short of breath, his face was as white as powder, he was trembling all over, as if he had come to the coldest winter in an instant, and his teeth were chattering with the cold.

Yang Tinghe was shocked, and immediately let go of the commander. He turned his internal energy far away to help Zhu Houzhao keep out the cold. The thick mellow and true energy circulated in the emperor's body, which slightly relieved his illness.

"what on earth is it?"

……

Yang Zheng was as straight as a sword, and an ominous premonition flashed through his mind. Even though the signal had been sent out, Longevity Mountain was as calm as ever, and did not follow the plan at all.

He raised his hand, and a large number of soldiers approached the Hall of Supreme Harmony. At this time, the two at the top of the hall finally decided the winner.

Ye Gucheng knelt down on one knee with his right hand holding his sword, with bright red spots flowing down his snow-white clothes, a long and narrow wound oozing blood suddenly appeared on his neck.

Qian Heng stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Yang Zheng, his soft voice resounded throughout the audience, "Let's do it."

Yang Zheng was irritated by his arrogant attitude, "Pull the bow!"

Thousands of soldiers uniformly drew their bows to the full moon, and many crossbows were already ready.

"put!"

The rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun was shooting at Qian Heng, without an inch of safe space. Images of heroes from the previous life flashed through Qian Heng's mind. At this moment, he seemed to be Zhao Guo's swordsman facing the tiger, wolf and Qin army.

The iron army of a strong country is invincible, smashing armor and destroying cities, sweeping Liuhe, what a tiger looks like!
"Unfortunately, this is not the world of mortals!"

He stretched out his palm and pushed it lightly. His irresistible energy froze countless arrows in the air, like insects in amber, suspended in the air and unable to move.

"Fire arrows!"

Yang Zheng's back was chilled all over his body. He roared and ordered the soldiers. Under his command, a steady stream of arrows shot towards Qian Heng, but they stopped and suspended in the air five feet away from Qian Heng.

Such a scene made everyone dumbfounded, even Ye Gucheng opened his eyes wide, and only now did he realize that the other party hadn't been serious with him at all.

There were more and more arrows floating in the sky, almost blocking Qian Heng's figure inside, and his position could hardly be seen from the outside, only a city wall made of arrows could be seen.

The next moment, the dense wall of arrows was distorted, smashed and compressed by a huge force, turning into a huge round sphere.

The super high pressure caused its temperature to rise sharply, reaching the ignition point of wood in an instant, and then turned into a fireball.

The fireball pierced the sky, and with a piercing scream, it hit Yin Xian who was a hundred meters away.

Like a meteorite descending from the sky, the fireball arrived behind Yin Xian with an unparalleled impact force.

boom!
The master master who swallowed Tianyi's true water was smashed to pieces in an instant, and the fireball was still alive, and hit the old man Tang again, smashing the great master who had retired for 40 years and returned to the rivers and lakes into a ball of flesh .

Qian Heng flicked his fingers repeatedly, and fired five lightning bolts in a row. Like a shooting star, he crossed a distance of [-] meters, and accurately hit a few of the first-class masters who looked to see if the situation was not good. They wanted a quick battle and besieged the five members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Flick of the Finger Thunder contains both yin and yang qi, if it is soft, it will not hurt people at all, but if it is strong, it will penetrate gold. The effect of yin and yang is an explosion, which is powerful enough to blow people to pieces.

Qian Heng's ambition was to establish his prestige this time, so he didn't show mercy, so the five masters were blasted into a blood mist in an instant.

At the same time, the vitality plague continues to spread among the crowd, and the highly spiritual heterogeneous qi penetrates from the body of the initial carrier to the nearest crowd, and then absorbs enough vitality before splitting and replicating, testing the defects and diseases of the host body, and then By disturbing the host's yin and yang qi, the host will not get sick, but the disease will aggravate and completely lose combat effectiveness.

This vitality plague, Qian Heng, had already been buried in many people before the fight started, and the methods of activation were different, and they had all detonated at this moment.

After a few breaths, the heavily armed imperial guards fell to the ground in pieces, and the original network almost became a joke.

Yang Zheng knew that the general situation was over, and no god would have imagined that Qian Heng's martial arts were so terrifying that he could defeat the entire army by himself.

He pulled out the parting hook, stopped a few masters who were not affected by the vitality plague, and charged towards Qian Heng.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Yang Zheng and the others acted as if they had never heard of it, and they slashed at Huashan Mountain with one blow and slashed towards Qian Heng.

"Lie down."

Qian Heng was like a ghost, flickering around them, giving each of these brave masters a palm.

Even a senior grand master like Yang Zheng couldn't bear his heavy palm strength. With just one move, his whole body's true energy was scattered and all his fighting power was lost.

"Since you're here, why go?"

Qian Heng landed softly and came behind several soldiers who were trying to sneak away.

These soldiers stood still, obviously frightened by Qian Heng.

One of the soldiers suddenly turned around and knelt down, knocking his head loudly, and the ground was covered with blood.

"President, please forgive me. I was just fascinated by ghosts for a while. I was deceived by Wuhua. I didn't do anything except this matter."

Bai Xiaosheng trembled with fear, his mind went blank, and he didn't even dare to argue. Qian Heng's display of force had shattered his perception of the world. He felt that everything was ridiculous, and he even wondered if he was in a dream.

A saber light like a blue sky and white sun suddenly burst forth, and the piercing saber aura shot straight into the sky. Lian Chengbi's eyes were lifeless, and he appeared beside Qian Heng like a ghost and god, and slashed horizontally.

Qian Heng's figure shattered like a dream bubble, cutting the sky like a ghost.

Another soldier's finger prints bloomed one after another, and finally formed the outer lion seal.

"Duh!"

The sound wave swept across the scene, and Qian Heng appeared. Qian Heng was quite surprised. He glanced at Wu Hua, curious about this martial art.

As soon as Lian Chengbi found the target, he immediately drove away with his sword, and the light of the sword rolled up all over the sky, like a thousand piles of residual snow, and like a ten thousand zhang waterfall, he rushed towards Qian Heng.

The grand master who completely sacrificed himself to the Deer Cutting Knife was no less powerful than a demigod warrior who had broken through two levels, and in terms of attacking and killing, he was faintly superior to it.

Bai Xiaosheng saw the two men show their supernatural power, a trace of ferocity flashed in their eyes, and he threw out the barbed thorns, sealing off Qian Heng's dodging space. The blue light gleamed on the barbed thorns, obviously smeared with poison.

"You choose this path yourself."

Qian Heng sighed, he transformed himself into shadows, one into three, and one figure performed the trick, reversing all the hidden weapons, shooting Bai Xiaosheng into a metal hedgehog, before the poison had time to take effect, let him ride a crane Return to the west.

Another figure used the most common black tiger in Shaolin Arhat boxing to pierce the heart. It seemed slow but fast, obviously unchanged, but it hit Wuhua's chest miraculously.

The face of the seven wonderful monks turned red like blood, but the next moment they were as pale as paper. The violent energy had already destroyed all his vitality, and he was only temporarily immortal by relying on the pure true energy he cultivated since childhood.

"I forgot to tell you that your mother was also killed by me."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Wu Hua was in a state of confusion, unable to maintain the circulation of her true qi anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out a full two feet away, she lowered her head, and died.

(End of this chapter)