Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

This sword, there is no prestige name, Ah Fei called it a thorn, just a simple thorn.

No matter how exquisite your swordsmanship is or how perfect your back moves are, I only stab with one sword, I am faster than you, you die, I live.In the world of martial arts, there is nothing that can't be broken, only fast is not broken. When a person's sword is approaching the extreme, then any tricks will lose their meaning to him.

Kuaijian, this is Ah Fei's kendo.

At this moment, Ah Fei is destined to be the protagonist of this world, and everyone's eyes are completely on him, just like when Ah Fei met Zhu Houzhao for the first time, Zhu Houzhao promised to give him the name he wanted.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao fulfilled his promise. In front of the six major factions and the entire Jianghu, A Fei released his edge.

The edge of this sword is destined to spread throughout the rivers and lakes because of this day, and the name "Flying Swordsman" originated from this.

Ah Fei took off the coarse cloth around his waist and wiped the sword in his hand.

The cloth is coarse cloth, and the sword is black iron. As a whole, Ah Fei still looks like that young boy who is ignorant of the world, dressed in simple notation.

However, no one dared to underestimate this person, this sword.

"I..." Ah Fei walked up to Zhu Houzhao without a smile on his face, "I killed people."

Zhu Houzhao nodded: "Yes, if you kill people, everyone will kill. As long as you step into the arena, you will either kill or be killed, not to mention, you want to become famous."

Ah Fei is silent, yes, he wants to become famous, but not because of his own desires and ambitions, but because of an obsession in his heart.Without enough fame, he has no face to face that person.

For this obsession, he was willing to kill, even though he didn't want to kill at will.

Seeing Ah Fei's expression, Zhu Houzhao, who is familiar with Ah Fei's character, smiled, put it in Ah Fei's ear, and whispered to Ah Fei: "...Now, you feel better!"

A Fei looked at Zhu Houzhao and asked, "What you said is true?"

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said, "One day, I will bring you back to confirm this."

A Fei's face looked better.

Xian Yutong's body has been carried back by the Huashan disciples. However, Xian Yutong disregarded Yue Buqun's orders and went out to fight on his own accord. Yue Buqun didn't have a good impression on him either. Tong's body was sent down.

Perhaps, this sword sect master died, Yue Buqun would be happy!After all, the struggle for power within the sect is sometimes more deadly than the external shock.

Zhu Houzhao has always been curious, the battle of Huashan sword qi in Xiaoao's original book has never happened in the history of this world before Huashan, will it suddenly break out one day in the future!

In a world full of butterfly effects, anything is possible.

"Master Fangzheng, you have already lost two games in a row," Zhu Houzhao looked at Fangzheng with no expression on his face, "This third time, my guard, the evil sword Lin Yuantu, will fight. Do you still want to fight?"

Lin Yuantu was holding the Yitian Sword, his sword energy soaring into the sky.

People are peerless people, and swords are peerless swords.

When Lin Yuantu is with Yitianjian, his sharp edge can be shocking... Perhaps, Yitianjian also wishes to be with such a person!

Of course, Lin Yuantu is very clear that this sword belongs to the son. In this world, only the son is worthy of this sword. Whether in terms of status or kendo talent, the son is absolutely worthy. Get on this sword.

Fang Zheng looked at Lin Yuantu solemnly, with a thousand thoughts in his mind, constantly calculating the gains and losses of fighting and not fighting.

With a person in his position, the battle of morale is meaningless. As the leader of a sect, what he has to consider is the interests of the sect.

Fangzheng can be defeated, but Shaolin Abbot cannot be defeated, because he represents the facade of Shaolin for thousands of years.

Now, Huashan has lost two games in a row and two losses in three games. The dust has settled. Even if Fangzheng wins the last game, he is unable to turn things around.At most, it is to show some strength, and raise the power of seventy-two stunts.

However, Shaolin martial arts is famous all over the world, and it is meaningless to show it again; Fangzheng's reputation is originally a master of the rivers and lakes, and it is meaningless to defeat a little-known Lin Yuantu.

On the contrary, if he loses, Fangzheng will lose a lot, a lot.

Therefore, even though Fang Zheng was extremely confident in his decades-long Yijinjing skills, he was reluctant to take risks at this time.Even with a [-]% win rate, there is still a [-]% omission.

This is something he can't bear.

Thinking of this, Fangzheng smiled slightly, called the Buddha's name, and said, "Amitabha, two wins in three rounds. Since His Royal Highness has won two rounds in a row, this third round, it doesn't make any sense to compare or not. The monks are merciful. Huai, if it is not necessary, it is not advisable to rashly mobilize troops, since the battle has been settled, the poor monk will return to Songshan, chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha.”

Zhu Houzhao's mouth twitched lightly. He is a monk who seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. He can become the leader of the sect, but there is really no one who is easy to deal with.

At this moment, naturally, it started to rain.

A man in white fell from the sky...

Chapter 0077 No shortage?There is a shortage!

What fell from the sky was a peerless and beautiful young man who was unrestrained and graceful like an immortal.

He landed gracefully and stood out from the crowd. He seemed to be a collection of all the most perfect human beings in the world. Elegance, heroism, handsomeness, and humility, these words of praise that people can think of, seem to be found in this person.

Just as soon as he came forward, this man has already convinced many people.

There is a kind of person, no matter how humble he is in front of others, he will not be despised by others. On the contrary, facing this kind of person, you will only regard him as an amiable master, and it is difficult to put him on the same level as yourself. .

He is humble only because he looks down upon the people of the world in a condescending manner; he can talk and laugh with anyone, but to him there is no difference between anyone, so that he does not have to endure vulgarity at all; He has respect for everyone, but never in his heart considers them worthy of respect.

That arrogance is accumulated over time, deeply immersed in the bone marrow and spirit. In front of such a person, anyone who is not determined will instinctively surrender.

This is also a kind of momentum, or in other words, a kind of temperament, a kind of noble temperament of the supremacy of kingship.

This man was dressed in white, and was as elegant and approachable as Miao Seng Wuhua.

The difference is that Wuhua is humble and friendly, like a gurgling stream, moisturizing things silently, without a trace of murderous intent. Anyone who sees him will not think of anything related to sin, and will not feel any threat.

In the original book, even the handsome and handsome Chu Liuxiang, who is almost a demon, was once concealed by Wuhua. When Wuhua finally revealed it, he sighed that he never thought that it would be Wuhua...

Just because Wuhua is too well hidden, even in the sound of the piano, there is not the slightest distraction.