Across the heavens starting from the Buddhist King Kong

Chapter 21
Yunwu Chao has been famous for 20 years in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is not for nothing. He is the number one in the Haisha gang in martial arts. After learning that the continuous pursuit and killing of the qualitative gang failed, he already knew that he had turned from the dark to the bright, and he was completely torn with the Hengshan faction. Broken face.

Fortunately, the Hengshan faction still couldn't reach Jiangnan. Even though Yun Wuchao knew that he couldn't beat the Hengshan faction, he could only bite the bullet and hold on for the sake of his reputation and status.

Seeing that Monk Ding decided that the first move was a killer move, Yun Wuchao was startled, and immediately retreated three steps, but Zheng Gui's attack was merciless, and the follow-up changes of this sword immediately followed, and the blade of the sword was about to stab Yun Wu tide.

Feeling a dull pain in his chest from being hit by the cold air from the sword edge, Yun Wuchao secretly groaned in his heart, knowing that the Hengshan School's swordsmanship is really brilliant, and his life would be in danger if he dragged on any longer. Then he released the sleeve arrow.

A black light flashed in front of Zheng Gui's eyes, and his right shoulder went numb. He couldn't help but take three steps back. He lowered his head and saw a black iron arrow full of poison stuck in his shoulder. He immediately opened his eyes wide and shouted: " The majestic leader of a gang, so despicable and vulgar, how can he convince the public?"

Seeing this, the six daughters of Yiqing and Liang Qi also shouted loudly and rushed over to surround Zheng Gui and Yunwu Chao. The members of the Haisha gang also cursed and surrounded the seven members of the Hengshan faction, cursing and shouting on the river for a while. reverberated.

Yun Wuchao slowly pulled out the two Emei thorns pinned to his back, and said with a sneer: "Those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. I am a member of the underworld, so how can I have many honest methods? I can only blame you, little monk." I just don’t understand the treachery of people’s minds!”

Yun Wuchao laughed, and said: "Monk Ding is injured, and the Hengshan sect's seven-person sword formation has been broken, children, hurry up, whoever can kill Monk Ding will be rewarded with 30 taels of gold, and the nuns of Hengshan will be rewarded with silver." 50 taels!"

It is said that there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and the disciples of the Haisha Gang are desperadoes who lick blood on the edge of their swords. Hearing this, they danced their swords and rushed towards Yiqing and the others excitedly.

Zheng Gui was injured and it was difficult to form an formation, so the six of Yiqing had no choice but to form a circle to protect Zheng Gui, and then use the sharpness of the Longquan sword to block the Haisha gang.

Although Yiqing, Liang Qi and the others had their weapons broken or even injured with one swing of their swords, more disciples of the Haisha Gang rushed forward with a yell.

Yiqing was in a hurry, knowing that although she could hold on for a while, but her manpower was limited, the six of herself would still be exhausted for at most half an hour. She cut off the long knives of the two gang members with one sword, and turned her head to look at Xiangfu. Zheng Gui, who was trying to use the medicine to remove the poison, said: "Uncle Shi, the toxin has just entered the body at this time, it will be better to let the blood out!"

Zheng Gui's expression changed when he heard the words, and he swiped the Longquan sword in his hand lightly on the wound. A wound more than three inches long was cut in the flesh, and black blood flowed out immediately.

Zheng Gui gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain and the weakness of the blood flow. After a while, seeing the blood turned bright red, he knew that he had taken the Baiyun Xiongdan Pill, and it could be said that there was no serious problem. He immediately tapped the acupuncture point with one hand, and then Holding the sword in his left hand, he walked behind Yiqing and said in a deep voice, "Form a sword array and charge out!"

As soon as the footwork of the six people of Yiqing changed, they formed a seven-star dragon with Zheng Gui, and the power of the seven long swords suddenly increased greatly. The disciples of the Haisha Gang who thought they were hopeful of winning were hacked to death and injured in an instant. After killing more than ten people, the follow-up disciples were so frightened that they didn't dare to rush, they only dared to move around and try.

Yun Wuchao looked at the seven members of Hengshan in amazement, and said in a low voice: "Hengshan's martial arts really live up to its reputation, this qualitative monk is extremely ruthless, I think it is more ruthless than our gangsters, we must not spare his life..."

Yun Wuchao was surrounded by several of his disciples, the eldest disciple bowed and said: "Master, no matter how powerful the fixed monk is, he is still a mortal body. They will not be able to escape if they consume a stick of incense at most."

Yun Wuchao was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know if the old Mr. Zhuweng succeeded?"

Yun Wuchao's eldest disciple has always been able to figure out his teacher's mind best, heard the words and said in a low voice: "The old man Luzhu is the teacher's nephew of the leader, and his martial arts are naturally superb. I am afraid that the Hengshan sect's head Dingxian may not be the master. Opponent, how could Dingyi escape from his old man's grasp?

Master, you have invited the old Mr. Zhuweng to come. From now on, we will be disciples of the Divine Sect, and we will have a backer. Even the Five Sacred Sword Sect will not dare to provoke us anymore! "

What Yun Wuchao was most proud of was that he fell to the Sun Moon God Sect's move. He laughed a few times after hearing his disciple's bragging, then frowned and said, "Hengshan Sanding's reputation is not small, and the Hengshan School is famous all over the north. Hundreds of years are by no means good friends, although Zhu Weng is a master of the divine religion, he may not be able to win Dingyi, I think he can stop the old nun Dingyi..."

At the moment when Yun Wuchao's master and apprentice were speaking, the wound on Zheng Gui's right shoulder began to ooze blood again. He only felt a golden star appearing in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but fell down.

Yiqing saw the embarrassment of the uncle, swung the sword towards him to block most of the pressure, and said: "Uncle, why don't you break through the encirclement first, the six of us stop the thief!"

Zheng Gui was shocked when he heard the words, and he seemed to gain strength. He licked his chapped lips due to excessive blood loss, and said, "That's not okay. You are all in danger because of me. How can I survive in this world?" Shi, Yiqing, you are optimistic about the opportunity, and I will go and die with the tide ghost!"

As Zheng Gui spoke, he used Xiong Yaojin, which had already been cultivated to perfection, and the muscles all over his body suddenly tensed and swelled. After the muscles of his right shoulder swelled, the bandage creaked, and the wound no longer oozes blood.

At this time, Zheng Gui suddenly regained his energy. He felt that his body had boundless energy. This is the performance of Xiong Yaojin, an outer martial art practiced to the peak, when he used it with all his strength. It can explode a person's potential and overdraw a person's vitality. In exchange for powerful explosive power.

At this time, Zheng Gui's face and hands were covered with blue veins exposed, his eyes were red, and the wide monk robe on his body looked a little thin because of the bulging muscles. He roared and ran into the crowd. The sword cut horizontally and vertically and killed more than ten people.

The Longquan sword was meant to cut iron like mud, and it exploded with enormous power in the hands of the infinitely powerful Zheng Gui. No matter how the disciples of the Haisha Gang blocked it, the weapons in their hands would always be destroyed by Zheng Gui's Longquan sword just like their bodies. It was cut into two sections, and the stinky blood and internal organs were sprinkled, and there were even stinking broken intestines and feces.

Zheng Gui already possessed a thousand catties of strength after he became Xiong Yaojin, and now he has a thousand catties of strength when using external skills. With the superposition of internal strength, the power of his shots has long been comparable to that of a first-class master in the world. How can the disciples of the Haisha Gang who are not advanced in martial arts or at most four or five can stop it?
In less than a cup of tea, Zheng Gui's black monk robe began to drip blood because it was stained with blood. His bald head was still splashed with minced meat, brains and blood, which looked like a demon.

The disciples of the Haisha Gang had already been defeated by Zheng Gui alone. Everyone was scared and started to run away. Zheng Gui felt that the seemingly infinite power in his body was beginning to fade. He suddenly turned his head and ran towards the small boat on the shore. Yun Wuchao's master and apprentice roared and chased after him quickly.

"Where can the ghost in the tide escape!"

Yun Wuchao considers himself a hero who has experienced many battles, but seeing the fixed monk Hengshan staring at the crowd like a murderous god, and seeing countless gangsters being cut into two by him with a single sword, Yun Wuchao's reputation is shocking. Zhexi's senior master still had calf cramps and was covered in cold sweat.

When the fighting spirit of the gang was slackened, he turned around and wanted to retreat to the boat, but when he approached the side of the boat, he suddenly heard Zheng Gui's thunderous roar, which frightened Yun Wuchao into a stagger, and then rushed towards the boat at a faster speed .

At this moment, Zheng Gui could already feel that his energy was gradually weakening. Seeing that Yun Wuchao was standing in front of him, he would not let him go. He poured all his internal energy into his legs and galloped like a horse rushing to the river bank. When Yun Wuchao was about to jump onto the ship's side, one hand brushed away a few barbed wires thrown by Yunwuchao's disciples, and with the other hand he stabbed the Longquan sword straight, stabbing Yunwuchao heartbroken with a puff.

Yun Wuchao looked at the point of the sword protruding from his chest, and felt a burst of regret in his heart. He regretted that he lost his mind to attack and kill the qualitative, and regretted why he provoked the Hengshan faction...

Among all these regrets, there is also Yun Wuchao's regret that he did not dare to face the determined monk until his death, and gave up his life to fight...

When closing his eyes, Yun Wuchao thought in his heart: If I use the wave-chasing step desperately, and then use the two lore of "cutting water" and "piercing ice", even if I can't kill the qualitative monk, I will definitely be able to change both sides, and die together. ... pity... pity...

(End of this chapter)