Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 30: Kill them all with one strike, the Fourth Master is such a tough guy!

Outside the Mingjiao main altar.

Fourth Master Zhu had already reached the corner of the wall, wiped the rain off his face, and looked up at the wall.

At this moment, the Mingjiao disciples in the courtyard had already drawn their long swords.

The four Dharma Kings on the high platform had cold eyes.

Neither party saw the other, but both felt the other's presence, and the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

"Let them hear some noise first." Fourth Master Zhu waved his hand fiercely.

The disciples of the Beggar Clan took out the thunderbolts hidden in their arms, firearms that Fourth Master Zhu had modified based on his previous life experience.

They lit the fuse of the thunder, and the fire flickered in the darkness.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sky-shaking thunder cut through the rain curtain, with a roar of death, and was accurately thrown into the Mingjiao main altar.

In the main altar, there was originally silence, with Mingjiao disciples standing with swords in hand.

Suddenly, sparks flew from outside the wall, and they streaked across the sky with slender red lights.

All the disciples were stunned, not knowing what it was.

"Get out of here, it's a firearm." Someone suddenly shouted.

However, it was too late to catch up. The moment the sparks landed, the explosion sounded deafeningly.

The huge shock wave carried scorching air waves, like an invisible giant hand, hitting every Ming Cult disciple hard.

They only had time to let out a scream before they were knocked to the ground. The long knife in his hand flew out, spinning in the air, drawing streaks of cold light.

Flames soared into the sky in the rain, forming huge pillars of fire.

The firelight illuminated the faces of every Mingjiao disciple, and their eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

Rain and fire intertwined, making a sizzling sound.

The clothes of some disciples who were near the center of the explosion were instantly ignited by the flames.

They were writhing on the ground in agony, trying to extinguish the flames. The screams came one after another, intertwined with the sound of explosions.

……

"Kill!"

The Beggar Clan disciples broke down the door and rushed in.

"Kill him while he is sick." Fourth Master Zhu waved the six-foot-long knife in his hand.

The Mingjiao disciples, who were blasted by the thunderous thunder, were struck by the butcher's knife of the Beggar Clan disciples before they could react.

In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was enveloped in endless killing intent.

Fourth Master Zhu's eyes fell on the four Dharma Kings on the high platform, and the four Dharma Kings also locked their eyes on him at the same time.

"Come and fight!"

Fourth Master Zhu jumped up, took his sword with him, and turned into a bright meteor, heading towards the four Dharma Kings.

"Seeking death!" White Tiger Dharma King raised his sword and fought hard.

clang!
The two of them fought hard in the air.

boom!
The White Tiger Dharma King fell heavily to the high platform. The moment he landed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Fourth Master Zhu flew down easily, his long sword resting on the ground, and his whole body emitted green sword light, like a halo of light.

The rain falling from the sky fell three inches away from his side, and was transformed by the light of the sword.

Standing proudly, with silver hair flying, he looked like a devil coming to the world.

"The skill has reached the state of transformation, and the sword's intention has turned into a blade."

"It seems that the four of us have to work together to defeat the enemy."

The four Dharma Kings quickly surrounded Fourth Master Zhu in the middle, each with solemn expressions.

Fourth Master Zhu glanced over and sneered: "It's a pity that your leader is not here tonight, otherwise, I will send him to see Prince Ming."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the sword intent all over his body surged out like a violent beast, making it impossible to look at him. He put one foot on one foot and rushed forward like lightning. The long knife in his hand flashed with cold light, as if he was about to split the night into two.

scold!
Fourth Master Zhu's knife has already passed through.

With this sword, the sword energy enveloped several feet, and the surrounding raindrops were pulled by the sword energy and suddenly stagnated in the air. A moment later, these raindrops connected together to form a huge and sharp rain curtain, following the direction of the blade, and slashed towards the four Dharma Kings.

Clang clang!
There was a brief sound of swords clashing, and the weapons in the hands of the four Dharma Kings collided with the rain curtain, making a harsh metallic sound.

The bodies of the Four Dharma Kings were torn apart by the rain curtain, their clothes were torn, their skin and flesh were turned out, and their blood spurted out like a fountain.

Fear and unwillingness flashed in their eyes.

Boom!

Before they could stand up, a domineering sword light, brilliant and dazzling, tore a huge gap in the rain curtain and fell heavily.

"what……"

The four Dharma Kings were unable to escape, and their frightened screams suddenly stopped.

Kill them all with one strike!

The rain was pouring down, and Mr. Zhu stood still with a six-foot-long knife on his shoulder.

……

The leader of the Ming Cult who was watching the battle in the attic opposite staggered and turned pale in shock: "How is that possible?"

Zhao Xuanzhen was dumbfounded, her eyes wandering: "Is he a god descending to earth? This is a real man."

"Humph, he will die tonight."

The leader of the Ming Cult flew down. He did not go to the main altar of the Ming Cult. Instead, he flew towards the west. A voice came, "I don't believe he can escape the arrow array."

Zhao Xuanzhen knew that he must have called Zhu Liangzu.

She frowned slightly and thought to herself, is Zhu Liangzu related to Mingjiao or Qianjintai?

If the Ming army's arrow formation fired a volley, could Mr. Zhu be able to block it?

Her eyes fell on Fourth Master Zhu in the opposite yard, with a complex emotion flowing in his beautiful eyes.

If you can subdue this man, it will definitely be a great help to Tanma Junsi.

"Man." Her eyes were filled with the image of Fourth Master Zhu, "No, old gangster."

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horse hooves came like thunder.

Fourth Master Zhu was shocked.

His figure was like lightning, flying and landing on the wall, standing firmly. Looking up, in the darkness in the distance, thousands of cavalrymen surged forward like ferocious beasts, their iron hooves stamping on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the cavalry team had arrived outside the main altar. They were well-trained and in neat formation, and a chilling air came to them.

The leading general was wearing armor and looked majestic. He was none other than Zhu Liangzu. He was riding on a tall war horse, his eyes were as cold as a knife, exuding an unquestionable majesty.

Zhu Liangzu raised his eyes and looked at Fourth Master Zhu who was standing on the wall, with a sneer on his lips: "Bold! In the Ming capital, at the feet of the emperor, are you going to rebel?"

Fourth Master Zhu sneered, pointed his sword, and the sword intent burst out instantly, forming a sharp sword energy and sweeping away.

This sword energy was cold and domineering, tearing apart the rain curtain.

鸣~
Zhu Liangzu's war horse was frightened by the sword energy and jumped up suddenly.

When the sword energy passed by, Zhu Liangzu and the three thousand soldiers behind him all felt chills running down their spines.

Zhu Liangzu's eyes flashed with solemnity. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Get ready!"

The three thousand archers behind him drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Mr. Zhu on the wall.

A trace of surprise and fear flashed in Fourth Master Zhu's eyes.

What is suspicious is how Zhu Liangzu came, and what is worrying is that facing three thousand archers, once the war starts, the Beggar Clan disciples behind him will have a hard time surviving.

This time, it will not be so easy to capture the thief first.

Zhu Liangzu stood far away, and behind him were three thousand archers who were ready.

How to do?
Fourth Master Zhu’s mind was spinning.

(End of this chapter)