Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 284 Ten thousand swords return to the clan
The old land of Jian Zong has been turned into ruins.

On the snowfield, the duel between Wuming and Pojun had already been divided into winner and loser.

"Ahem..." Wuyi knelt down on his knees, vomiting blood, and his whole body was sore and weak. He tried several times in a row but couldn't bring up even half of his energy.

"Don't waste your efforts." Po Jun said with a proud smile: "What you have been infected with is the strange poison of the Japanese Wushen Jue Palace, 'Blood Jue'. It is colorless and tasteless, and is specially designed to deal with masters with deep internal strength. The more powerful your luck is, the more powerful it becomes." The faster you go, until your martial arts skills are exhausted."

"You are so despicable!" Wuming was furious.

Po Jun sneered and said: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. It's only because you are blind that you can't even tell that someone around you is rebelling."

Boom~
A loud noise suddenly came from a corner of the Jianzong ruins, and a yellow figure burst out from below.

"Po Jun! Although you can't win with force, you have won anyway, and Wanjian Guizong is yours!" The speaker threw a book in the air and threw it at Po Jun, and then dodged without stopping for half a step. He left, leaving only wanton laughter floating in the wind and snow.

This person is known as the Sword King.

Decades ago, he was imprisoned in an ice cellar by the then head of the Sword Sect because he peeked at the sword manual of Wan Jian Gui Sect, and was punished to face the wall for the rest of his life.

Since then, there has never been a disciple in the Sword Sect who is qualified to practice Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect. In desperation, the Sword Sect entrusted the secret book to the Sword Emperor before he died.

laugh!
A green sword energy shot out from the front, tearing through the air and attacking Po Jun.

Wuming was suspicious.

Their body movements were like wind and lightning, and their kicks were as sharp as the wind. They were exactly like Yan Bugui and Nie Feng.

The two of them came in for a kill, with completely different kicks but the same amazing speed.

Now that Jian Zong has mastered the supreme skill, Po Jun can actually resist looking at it? !

"Pojun, according to the agreement, Wanjian Guizong has been owned by my Wushen Jue Palace. Do you want to break your promise and take a peek?"

In the flying wind and snow, a carriage rushed at an alarming speed.

The sky-blade sword in his left hand was raised, and the sword energy was dispersed with a "clang" sound. Pojun suddenly saw two familiar figures following closely behind him.

Twenty years ago, the two most outstanding disciples of Jianzong were Wuming and Pojun.

The young man said in a deep voice: "When you asked Wu Shen Jue Gong for advice on how to kill Po Lang, one of the conditions was that Wan Jian returned to the sect. The second condition was to kill Wu Ming. Why didn't you take action?"

Wuming was even more surprised when he saw this.

Now that the outcome is clear, the Sword Emperor, who has been imprisoned for decades, can no longer hold back his heart. He doesn't care about the means used by the army to win. He just wants to fulfill his promise and escape from the prison.

At this moment, the sound of rapid horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.

Po Jun, who had always had a fierce and domineering temper, seemed to be afraid when he saw the young man in his twenties in front of him!

"It's you!" Po Jun's expression froze.

The two met for a battle to decide who would belong to the Wanjian clan. The Sword Emperor was already in sight of his escape, but unexpectedly because Jianhui favored his son Pojun, he intervened to stop Wuming when he was about to win, causing the Sword Emperor to fall short.

Po Jun inserted the Greedy Wolf Sword in his right hand into the snow, and after receiving the secret book, he was trembling with excitement, but a look of hesitation suddenly appeared on his face.

bang bang bang...

When a suitable disciple is found one day, the Sword Emperor will be responsible for handing over the secret book, which will also be the day when his sentence is completed.

Suddenly, a swift figure flashed out from the side and snatched the secret book from Po Jun's hand.

Yan Bugui kicked in a series of kicks, rolled up his heavy legs to cover Po Jun, and every move was filled with yin or yang spiral energy. Accompanied by the continuous sound of fighting, the Po army was forced to retreat continuously.

Nie Feng attacked the young man, his legs as fast as the wind, and went straight to the key points on the opponent's front and chest.

Yan Bugui forcibly repels Po Jun, turns around with his right hand and pushes Wu Ming with a palm, and the "dragon swinging its tail" turns into a force, picking up Wu Ming and flying towards the carriage, and is caught by Bu Jingyun who is well prepared.

"I want to leave!" A boy of thirteen or fourteen, led by hundreds of people wearing black grimace masks and holding Japanese samurai swords, surrounded him from all directions.

When Yan Bugui and Nie Feng saw this, they immediately left and returned to the carriage.

The young man said coldly: "Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, this young master hasn't come to find you yet, so you guys came to the door yourself first." Bu Jingyun sent Wuming into the carriage, picked up the peerless sword and was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Yan. No return stops.

"You guys find a way to break out of the encirclement, I'll come to the rear." Yan Bugui's eyes fell on the secret book in the young man's hand, knowing in his heart that it must be the return of Wanjian to the sect. The opportunity is rare now, so he must get it.

"Senior Brother Yun, protect Senior Wuming, and I will clear the way for you." Nie Feng stepped forward, pulled out the Snow Drinking Sword behind his back, clasped his hands, raised it high to the sky, and used the Six Aohan Art. 'A chilling glance'.

The majestic sword force spreads out the majestic cold air, condenses into a huge ice knife, and slashes down at the enemy next to it.

The Snow Drinking Crazy Sword generates cold energy, and because it is currently in the ice and snow, it occupies a favorable location, which doubles the power of this move.

With a bang, the ground shook.

A gap was forcibly cut into the encirclement, leaving a fifteen-foot-long knife mark on the ground. There were stumps of limbs and broken arms all around, but no blood was seen flowing out.

Although the blood was hot, it could not withstand this tyrannical and cold sword. It had already condensed into ice in the body.

"Feng, be careful." Bu Jingyun turned his horse's head and rushed towards the gap opened by Nie Feng.

The survivor suffered from cold air entering his body. At this moment, his hands and feet were cold and his limbs were stiff. He was unable to stop the carriage and successfully let the carriage break out.

Po Jun and the young man had profound skills and were not affected by the cold air, so they immediately jumped in pursuit.

"Brother Yan, you don't have any weapons, I'll leave that young man to you." Nie Feng rushed out first, 'catching on the wind and shadow' and came first. He grabbed Po Jun in front of him and slashed his throat with his blade.

Dang~
Po Jun hurriedly raised his Greedy Wolf Sword to seal the bell, but was immediately knocked back to the ground by Nie Feng's powerful and heavy sword.

Just as he landed, Nie Feng pressed forward again and struck down in the air with the "Three Feet of Ice" move.

Po Jun shouted wildly, without dodging or dodging, he crossed his swords and used the 'Prison Sword Technique', parrying Xue Yin and locking him firmly at the same time.

Nie Feng used his strength to draw the sword but it didn't move at all. Knowing that his skills were not as good as Po Jun's, he changed his moves decisively and kicked Jun's chest with the "thunder and wind" of Fengshen's legs.

Po Jun immediately let go of Xue Yin, turned around to dodge, and went around to Nie Feng's left side to slash with his swords.

However, Nie Feng's kicks were faster than Feng Lei's. Before Po Jun had moved out, Feng Shen's legs were already kicking him in the chest. Po Jun's chest sank under the pressure of his majestic energy, and he had no choice but to change his moves again.

Relying on the combination of sword skills and leg skills, Po Jun was unable to defeat Nie Feng for a while.

at the same time.

Yan Bugui flew towards the young man, Jue Xin, the young master of Wushen Jue Palace.

Halfway through, he suddenly split into four parts like a shadow and attacked Juexin.

Juexin's eyes narrowed. The enemy was coming so fast that he could no longer dodge. He immediately flipped his right hand and struck Yan Bugui from the air.

Call ~
The sharp palm swept the wind and snow, like a giant net covering Yan Bugui's phantom.

Without waiting for Juexin's palm gesture to be used, Yan Bugui came from his left side without any warning, and using the exquisite technique of "Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand", he quickly grabbed Wanjian Guizong's secret book.

Only then did Juexin realize that the previous phantoms were all smoke bombs, and that the secret book was the opponent's real target.

Although he was frightened and calm, when he had no time to react, he made a circle with his left hand in the air and cleverly avoided the catch.

But Yan Bugui's hand seemed to be beating a snake on a stick, and he drew a circle with it. When it reached under his wrist, he flicked his index finger and hit the 'Shenmen point'.

The yin and cold spiral true energy invaded the meridians, and Juexin suddenly felt as if his arms were frozen. Unconsciously, the secret book of returning to the sect of ten thousand swords had already flown out of his hands.

Yan Bugui used Nine Turns to Absorb Stars, grabbed the secret book from the air with his left hand, and sucked it into his hand.

Juexin took this opportunity to withdraw and retreat quickly, and used his kung fu to drive away the cold air in the meridians of his left arm. Seeing Yan Bugui take the secret book into his arms, he couldn't help but get angry.

"Damn it, who are you?" Juexin had a detailed roster of Chinese martial arts masters in his hands, but none of the people in front of him matched those recorded in the roster.

"Dead people don't need to know so much." Yan Bugui activated the magic field as he spoke, and the wind and snow within a radius of three feet immediately gathered towards him.

(End of this chapter)