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

Chapter 86 This is the world, what can I say?

Hot summer.

Fourth Master Zhu led a dozen people from Jizhou along the rugged mountain road.

Suddenly, Zhang Dingbian in front stopped and looked back solemnly: "Gang leader, something is wrong ahead."

Hearing this, Fourth Master Zhu urged his horse forward, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the small valley ahead. The hills on both sides looked wilted in the scorching sun.

"Is there an ambush?" he asked in a low voice.

"Well, I have an ominous feeling." Zhang Dingbian nodded.

Fourth Master Zhu believed in his judgment.

This guy was once a general who commanded thousands of troops. He had been on the battlefield for a long time and had that mysterious and mysterious premonition. He relied on this premonition to avoid many attacks.

"You guys just stand there and don't move. I'll come back as soon as I go." Fourth Master Zhu waved his hand.

He galloped out and headed straight for the valley.

Soon he reached the valley. He reined in the reins and looked around.

Swish!
He suddenly rose into the air, and at the same time, the six-foot-long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the cold blade cut the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The sword shined brightly, blocking the light of the sun.

A knife passed across it!

The terrifying sword light condensed into a substantial beam of light and struck the nearby mountain with lightning speed.

叱！
The mountain bag was instantly torn apart by this powerful force, creating a gap several feet wide, with stones flying everywhere and dust flying.

At the same time, accompanied by bursts of screams, puffs of blood spurted out.

The group of masked men ambushing there were all wiped out with one blow!

The masked man on the other side of the mountain turned pale in shock: "It's actually Mr. Zhu, run!"

They ran as fast as they could from the other side of the mountain.

At this time, Fourth Master Zhu flew back onto his horse and put away his sword.

"Lao Zhang, pass quickly." He shouted.

Zhang Dingbian, who was behind, led the people of Jizhou through the valley in a hurry.

Witnessing Fourth Master Zhu's sword attack just now, the eyes of the people looked at him changed, becoming intense and full of respect.

……

The scarred man ran down the mountain with the remaining masked men.

Wei Wenjin happened to arrive at the foot of the mountain.

"Did you succeed?" He asked the scarred man.

"No!" The man with the scar still looked horrified, "The person leading them is Fourth Master Zhu, who just killed a dozen brothers with one knife."

"Fourth Master Zhu?" Wei Wenjin smiled ferociously, "It's true that we are enemies on a narrow road!"

"I will immediately send someone back to Beijing to report to the general." Scar's face was solemn, "The current manpower will definitely not be able to stop Fourth Master Zhu."

"You must try to delay him!" Wei Wenjin smiled coldly, "I am waiting for someone. This time, I will settle old and new grudges with him."

The scarred man nodded and led the masked man away in a hurry.

Wei Wenjin sat down on a boulder beside a stream. The cool breeze blew, and he was calm and composed, as if he had returned to the days when tigers roared in the mountains and forests.

"Where is my grandson?"

A powerful and majestic voice came.

Under the blazing sun.

An old man who was nine feet tall, burly and majestic, with a body as big as a mountain, held a giant knife in each hand, mopping the ground with an impressive momentum.

Two eight-foot-long heavy knives slashed across the ground, leaving a long, deep mark.

When Wei Wenjin saw the old man, he quickly stood up and moved forward. When he came to the old man, he knelt down directly: "Mr. Zhao! Brother Zhao Bi, he... he..."

"What happened to my grandson?" the mighty old man asked urgently.

"He was killed!" Wei Wenjin cried.

"What?" the mighty old man roared, "Who is it? Who can kill my grandson!" "It's an invincible swordsman, the Fourth Master Zhu of the capital." Wei Wenjin said quickly.

He told Zhao Bi's death again.

It turns out that Zhao Bi, the pair of swords, is the grandson of the old man.

At that time, Wei Wenjin deliberately provoked Zhao Bi to intercept and kill Fourth Master Zhu. It would be best if he could kill Fourth Master Zhu. If he was killed in reverse, he could invite Mr. Zhao out.

Others don't know it, but Wei Wenjin knows that Mr. Zhao is a master of swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship has reached perfection.

Sword God Zhao Que!
This name was famous all over the world fifty years ago.

Today, no one remembers it.

"Fourth Master Zhu! I'm going to cut him into pieces!"

Zhao Que roared, and with his muscular arms, he clenched the heavy knife and slashed hard.

Boom!

The long knife emits a dazzling golden light.

The sword shines down!
The ground in front of me was suddenly smashed into a big hole.

Wei Wenjin was ecstatic.

If Mr. Zhao takes action, will Mr. Zhu still die?
"Where is the person named Zhu?" Zhao Quehu's eyes widened.

"It's not far ahead. This junior will take you there right now." Wei Wenjin stood up.

……

On the forest path.

Zhu Siye rode his horse in front, Zhang Dingbian cut off the rear, and in the middle were the dozen or so people from Jizhou.

They were cautious along the way and were not walking fast. It would probably take them tomorrow to reach the capital.

Suddenly, Fourth Master Zhu waved his hand suddenly, and the team stopped for an instant. Only the breeze shuttled between the trees, bringing a slight chill.

Dangdang Dangdang!
There was a clang of metal hitting the front, the sound was crisp and cold.

Fourth Master Zhu stared and saw a burly old man, dragging a knife with both hands. They were two eight-foot-long heavy knives, gleaming with cold light. Each time they crossed the rocks on the ground, they stirred up a string of sparks.

"Knife Qi!" Fourth Master Zhu was shocked.

The sword energy emanating from the old man's body was as surging as the substance. It was an aura of "violence, cruelty and boundless evil", as if he was the sword and the sword was him.

Every step he took, there seemed to be a sea of ​​suffering rising and falling behind him, a scene of chaos and killing.

Fourth Master Zhu was secretly shocked.

He has seen many martial arts masters, but this is the first time he has seen someone with such a murderous aura. How many people must have died under his sword to create such a terrifying and breathtaking illusion.

"Who is coming!" Fourth Master Zhu's thunderous shout echoed in the forest.

The old man stood still, raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened with power, and his arrogance was overwhelming: "I, Zhao Que, have come here to avenge my grandson."

Fourth Master Zhu raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes: "Is your grandson the grandson of Zhao Bi?"

"You killed my only grandson!"

Zhao Que's eyes were blazing with fire, his murderous intent condensed like substance, and his voice was cold and hoarse, "Today, I will cut you into pieces to comfort my grandson's spirit in heaven."

"Hahaha, what a corpse!"

Fourth Master Zhu laughed three times and flew down. His eyes were cold and his whole body exuded endless sword light. "Revenge? Your grandson is a swordsman. He also knows that when a swordsman uses a sword, he will see blood. If he dies, he will die." , his skills are inferior to others!"

"This is Jianghu, what can I say?"

"You old guy, if your grandson can't do it, you will come out to take revenge? Then the person you killed will also have to seek revenge from you?"

Bang!

Zhao Que slammed his heavy sword down, and a huge gap instantly opened in the ground. He shouted coldly: "I have never been afraid of revenge. As you said, this is the world. Today, either you die or I die!" "

The two looked at each other, and the sword energy collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening roar.

"Here comes the knife!"

The two said in unison.

(End of this chapter)