Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　Snow-white sword light flashed, and there were two more corpses on the ground.

　　Zhu Hao opened the curtains and looked at the Huashan faction plaque hanging not far in front of him, and instructed: "Pick that thing off for me!".

Chapter 12

　　above Mount Hua.

　　In front of a majestic building, hundreds of young disciples dressed in the same clothes were lined up neatly.

　　Is practicing martial arts.

　　But at this moment, a roar of hooves came from far to near.

　　Everyone couldn't help but stop and looked at the mountain road in confusion.

　　I happened to see a group of people in black clothes and strong suits galloping on a dragon horse, and one of them was holding a huge plaque in his hand.

　　If you look closely, it is the wooden plaque hanging on the gate of Huashan Pai!

　　This scene made the disciples present very angry, and they all shouted: "Where did the thief come from, so bold? How dare you touch the plaque of my Huashan faction?"

　　The plaque of the mountain gate is the facade of a martial art, and this is the most important thing for people who walk in the rivers and lakes.

　　Now that this group of people is holding it in their hands like a plaything, how can I teach them not to be angry?

　　At the moment, a dozen or so hot-tempered disciples drew their swords and sprinted towards the group of people.

　　The man in black with the wooden plaque saw this, his eyes showed a cold glow, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he waved his arms.

　　call!

　　The huge and heavy wooden plaque swept through the air with a loud whistling sound, carrying pure and heavy internal force, and smashed on the leading group of disciples who couldn't dodge.

　　Peng Bang Bang!

　　The disciple who rushed at the front suddenly turned pale, dizzy after being smashed by the heavy wooden plaque, vomited blood, and fell out of the body, unconscious.

　　This time, the Huashan disciples did not dare to be impulsive.

　　Holding the sword in a circle, he blocked the way forward.

　　"Who are you?" A young man with extraordinary temperament squeezed out of the crowd. He had a jug hanging from his waist.

　　Seeing the eyes of the surrounding disciples looking at him with trust and respect, his status should be unusual.

　　Lin Yuantu drove his horse forward, condescendingly, with a breath of genuineness, and said loudly: "The ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty is here in person, and you wait for the people from Huashan, so don't come out to meet them!"

　　Rumble!

　　The sound spread out as the internal force poured into the rolling sound waves.

　　The disciples surrounded by them suddenly felt dizzy, almost vomited blood, and retreated again and again.

　　Even the head of the young disciple's face changed again and again, and he forced his breath to calm down, his eyes looking at Lin Yuantu were full of horror.

　　A single sentence has such power, this person is so high in cultivation, he is determined not to be under his master Yue Buqun!

　　At the same time, two figures, a man and a woman, appeared ghostly from the palace in the distance.

　　The momentum was extremely fast, and it took almost a breath to come to the crowd.

　　The man was dressed in a green shirt, with a light robe and slack belts. He was swinging a folding fan in his right hand, looking like a Confucian scholar.

　　The woman has a good appearance, a plump figure, and still has a graceful charm. There is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows that is not allowed to be a man.

　　"Master, Mistress!"

　　The surrounding Huashan disciples called again and again, with a relieved smile on their faces, as if they had seen a savior.

　　But they didn't realize the deep fear and caution in the eyes of their master and wife.

　　These two are the head couple of Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze!

　　"Everyone, are you a member of the court?" Yue Buqun glanced at the men in black present, but only stayed on Lin Yuantu for a long time.

　　Among the people present, he felt the strongest sense of threat to himself.

　　Lin Yuantu snorted softly and said, "Could it be that the dignified Huashan gentleman's sword is deaf? I said earlier that the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty is here, why don't you kneel down to greet him?"

　　Hearing this, Yue Buqun looked at his wife and glanced at the incomparably conspicuous carriage subconsciously.

　　Their brows furrowed sharply, because they couldn't feel that there was someone there!

　　At the moment, the light in his eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Forgive the ignorance, I have never heard of the ninth prince in the Ming Dynasty... Please come out and see your Excellency in this car!"

　　Hearing this, Lin Yuantu snorted coldly and was about to say something.

　　But he saw that the curtain of the carriage behind him opened a corner, and then a terrifying black shadow shot out, heading straight for Yue Buqun.

　　Yue Buqun's heart skipped a beat, he stretched his Qinggong to the limit and jumped high.

　　Swish!

　　The next moment, an incomparably gorgeous and noble five-foot green blade pierced deeply into the boulder he was standing on before.

　　The horror in Yue Buqun's eyes was unabated, the terrifying power and sword intent of the sword just now far exceeded his imagination.

　　If it wasn't for him, he would be able to escape... I'm afraid it's still unknown.

　　Daming Kingdom, when did such a mysterious master appear?

　　A careful look at the long sword.

　　Surprisingly, I found that the part of the sword that was not submerged was engraved with two big characters - Shang Fang!

　　Shangfang Sword?

　　Immediately, a very indifferent, but somewhat lazy voice came from the carriage.

　　"This king, following the will of Emperor Ming, takes over the six gates and controls the martial arts in the arena!"

　　"Those who are obedient will prosper, those who are contrary will perish... choose for yourself!"

　　Yue Buqun stared at the calm curtain of the car, secretly chewing on the three words "six doors", confirming that he had never heard of it before.

　　Roughly what a newly established institution is.

　　Immediately he let out a sigh of relief, opened the folding fan and shook it slowly, and said, "My Huashan faction and the imperial court have always been well-watered and never inflicted on river water. When you come here, you will step on the mountain gate and force me to surrender if you hurt my disciple, which is too much. !"

　　Ah!

　　There was a low smile in the car: "You don't really think that this king is discussing with you!"

　　"Lin Yuantu!"

　　"Subordinates are here!"

　　"From now on, if Huashan insists on not surrendering, he will kill a Huashan disciple every other breath!" The young voice's tone was extremely flat, and it sounded like a nightmare in the ears of those present.

　　"After half a column of incense, if you don't surrender... just kill them all. There aren't many people anyway!"

　　"As ordered!" Lin Yuantu bowed his head respectfully.

　　Immediately, he slowly got up, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he glanced at the Huashan Sect disciples present.

　　The crowd suddenly panicked, their eyes were full of horror, and their hearts were cold.

　　Yue Buqun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted coldly, "Your Excellency is going to send people to kill people in Huashan, have you asked Yue?"

　　The words fell, the toes tapped the rock, and the figure disappeared in place like a phantom.

　　The whole body is filled with purple infuriating energy, like a haze filling the sky.

　　In an instant, he appeared in front of Lin Yuantu, and a palm fell towards his chest.

　　Zixia magic!

　　The corners of Lin Yuantu's mouth were slightly raised, and he unhurriedly held the sword around his waist, and silently unsheathed it.

　　Zheng!

　　The long sword rang out, and the sword intent rushed into the night.

　　The snow-white sword light filled his body almost in an instant, like fog and electricity, and it was incomprehensible.

　　The meaning of the sword is ethereal, like an immortal exiled from the world.

　　Yue Buqun's pupils shrank suddenly, a sense of danger from the depths of his soul surged into his heart, he retracted his palms at the fastest speed in his life, and pulled away.

　　Swish!

　　A blood flower burst out, and a ferocious wound appeared on Yue Buqun's palm. .

Chapter 13

　　"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Yue Buqun looked gloomy, looking at the scars on his palms with lingering fears.

　　Huashan School is known as one of the Five Sacred Sword Schools, and he is also good at swordsmanship.

　　Self-confessed to know most of the swordsmanship in this arena.

　　But the one that Lin Yuantu displayed was beyond his comprehension.

　　Lin Yuantu didn't answer, he just knew in his heart that the time for one breath had come.

　　Raising his hand, the sword light flickered, and a steaming head flew high!

　　"what!"

　　"Senior brother!"

　　There was chaos in the crowd, and panic spread.

　　A pair of fearful eyes fell on Lin Yuantu. They did not expect that Lin Yuantu would actually kill!

　　"You... kill innocents so indiscriminately, is this the reason of the Ming Dynasty?" Yue Buqun looked ugly.

　　Hearing this, an indifferent voice came from inside the carriage.

　　"There is no king in the world, this is the only reason for my Ming Dynasty, those who do not obey, die!"