Daqin: A widow wins the government and builds a Qin of all heavens and immortals

"Boom..."

The sharp sword light cut through the void, and with an indomitable might, it killed the sweeping monk.

"Rip and pull..."

The three-foot gas wall was easily cut open like tofu, and the face of the sweeping monk changed greatly, and instantly emitted a palm shadow in the sky, shooting towards Ye ~ Lonely City.

"A thousand hands like a palm?"

Ye Gucheng laughed loudly, his posture was ethereal, and the whole person was like a real illusion, turning into countless afterimages, lingering around the sweeping monk.

In the void, sword light converged, turning into a dense sword net, shattering the palm shadow in the sky, and then shrouded the sweeping earth monk.

"Admiralty hood..."

The sweeping monk's gaze froze, his hands were folded, and his body suddenly radiated a strong golden light.

"Bang bang bang..."

Like a exchange of gold and iron, the sword light in the sky fell on the body of the sweeping monk, bringing clusters of blood flowers.

The supposedly indestructible golden bell hood, under Ye Gucheng's attack, was like a joke, and it was easily broken.

"Pedal..."

The sweeping monk's body was flooded by the sword light, and he couldn't help but pedal backwards, a blush surged on his face, and he looked at Ye Gucheng in horror.

This person, such a strong attack, every sword seems to carry ten thousand divine power, and the golden bell hood that has cultivated to the eighth level can't even be prevented.

The sweeping monk was helpless in his heart, he really didn't want to fight with Ye Gucheng, today, he shouldn't have come out.

"Wait."

Just when Ye Gucheng wanted to continue the attack, Xiao Feng jumped up, blocked in front of him, and opened his mouth, sounding like a flood bell,

"These brothers, the matter is not over yet, can you stop it for now?"

"Xiao Feng?"

Ye Gucheng's gaze must be.

The strength of the sweeping monk, he has almost tested it, although the strength is very balanced, the defense, fists and feet are not bad.

However, the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple are because they are too balanced, so there are almost no outstanding features.

As long as the sweeping monk can't prevent his attack, even if he knows more stunts, it won't help.

Because, killing is very simple, only a sword is needed.

"Thank you."

Xiao Feng bowed to Ye Gucheng.

"No need, deal with it as soon as possible, I'll find you something to do and wait for you at the bottom of the mountain."

Ye Gucheng opened his mouth lightly, and as soon as his figure flashed, he disappeared in place, and actually left directly.

This so-called hero assembly, in his opinion, is not shit.

The only one who can be fancyed by him is Xiao Feng.

Although this person is a Khitan person, he grew up in the land of China, and in addition to his bloodline, he is no different from the Zhuxia people.

Moreover, Xiao Feng is heroic and heroic, even Ye Gucheng admires him very much.

This person can be fought for.

At the bottom of the mountain, at a wine stall, Ye Gucheng sat on a stool and waited quietly.

It wasn't until nightfall that Xiao Feng came over with a lonely face.

"I wonder what Brother Ye is looking for me?"

Xiao Feng calmed the complicated emotions in his heart and said to Ye Gucheng.

"Make a deal." Ye Gucheng said.

"What deal?" Xiao Feng asked bluntly.

"I'm saying it here, I'm afraid you won't believe it, but would you like to follow me to a place?" Ye Gucheng said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Xiao Feng hesitantly glanced at Ye Gucheng, and finally nodded,

"In that case, Brother Ye lead the way."

......

Yitian World, Wudang Mountain, Zixiao Palace.

Han Fei and Wei Zhuang looked at the bitter drama released in front of them, and their hearts were full of speechlessness.

Many decent people secretly united, and on the 100th birthday of Wudang ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, Qi Qi went to the door, wanting to force Zhang Cuishan to tell the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the golden retriever lion king.

And for a dragon slaying knife?

"Martial Arts Supreme, Sword Slaying Dragon."

"Order the world, don't dare not obey."

"Relying on the sky, who fights with the front."

Just when the atmosphere in the hall was tense, Han Fei suddenly got up, walked to the center of the hall, and spoke loudly,

"You insist on asking Xie Xun's whereabouts, for nothing more than a dragon slaying knife."

"However, I was very puzzled in my heart, since Xie Xun has obtained the Dragon Slaying Saber, shouldn't it be the current martial arts supreme?"

"Guys, why are you pressing Zhang Wuxia step by step, is it to welcome the Lion King back to the Central Plains and officially take up the post of Martial Arts Supreme?"

Han Fei's voice echoed in the hall, instantly attracting everyone's attention. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Fart, Xie Xun kills like a numb, how many of the people present have not been killed by him?"

"Let him be a martial arts supreme, it's just bullshit."

The eyes of the head of the Zheng Zheng were angry, and he stared at Han Fei in annoyance and scolded.

"In that case, it was Xie Xun who killed people, but why did you press Zhang Wuxia step by step?"

"He didn't kill your friends, relatives, and friends here, did he?" Han Fei spread out his hands and looked at the head of Zheng Zheng.

In the main hall, Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at each other, looking at Zhang Sanfeng who was sitting on the main throne, but saw Zhang Sanfeng secretly waved his hand, signaling several people not to interject.

"Isn't it obvious that he knows Xie Xun's whereabouts but doesn't say it?"

Kunlun head He Taichong looked at Han Fei and said.

"Do you want to say it if you know?"

Han Fei looked at He Taichong speechlessly,

"Does Zhang Wuxia have the responsibility to inform you of Xie Xun's whereabouts?"

"Are you coercing Zhang Wuxia to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts, and wanting to trap him in an unrighteous place, and the people in the Demon Dao who act viciously in the rivers and lakes?"

"You are quibbling, how can these two be generalized?" He Taichong was speechless by Han Fei's words, but he was unwilling to retreat, and spoke hard,

"Xie Xun is a vicious thief, killing wantonly in the rivers and lakes, people and gods are angry, and it is unreasonable not to kill this colleague."

"Zhang Cuishan said Xie Xun's whereabouts, but he gave up small righteousness for righteousness, why can't it?"

"What is great righteousness and what is small righteousness?"

"One word of righteousness, only in one's own heart, when, with the standard of opening your mouth?"

"What are you advocating righteousness? What does not conform to your proposition is either small righteousness or the magic path? "

Han Fei sneered and said in a loud voice.

"You..." He Taichong was suddenly rushed by Han Fei's anger and blood.

"Boy, you are talking about opening up for Xie Xun's dog thief, you must be a person in the Demon Sect, look at me..."

"Look, that's it." Han Fei pointed at the angry He Tai Chong, looked around, and said in a playful tone,

"Can't say, start buttoning your hat."

"You haven't learned much about Confucian loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness, but you have carried forward this ability to distort truth."

"You..."

He Tai was so angry that he almost wanted to vomit blood, and his eyes almost spewed fire.

"You little devil cub, sharp teeth, this seat will take you first, and then torture you carefully."

"Boom..."

He Taichong flashed his figure and grabbed it straight towards Han Fei, and the sharp palm wind blew Han Fei's hair up.

"Rip and pull..."

On the main throne, Zhang Sanfeng's heart moved, and he was about to make a move, but a sword light suddenly flashed in the hall, passing by He Taichong's side.

"Poof..."

The sword light flashed, blood and qi splashed, and an arm rose into the sky and fell in the hall.

"Ahhh..."

After a pause, He Taichong felt the pain coming from his shoulder, and suddenly screamed, plopping down on his knees, and died of pain.

"Senior Brother..."

"He Zhangmen..."

In the main hall, Dao's frightened and angry shouts sounded, and everyone looked angrily at the white-haired young man who suddenly appeared on Han Fei.

"These two must be people in the Demon Sect, please ask Zhang Zhenren to take action to remove the devil."

Someone was secretly shouting that they wanted to drag Wudang Mountain into the water.

"Hmph..."

In the main hall, without waiting for the people of the Wudang Sect to speak, Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and when he appeared again, he was already carrying a middle-aged man with a gloomy face in his hand.