Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　In the dark night, a series of miserable howls sounded one after another.

　　It was the killer who had been hiding nearby and didn't leave, and seemed to be looking for an opportunity to strike another fatal blow.

　　It's a pity that there is no longer even a chance to escape.

　　The blood in the air became more and more intense. If someone looked down at the Fuwei Escort from a high point, they would find mutilated corpses everywhere.

　　The blood and water were mixed in the rain and seeped into the depths of the soil, and the earth was red with blood.

　　Coincidentally, after those killers died in Zhu Hao's sword intent, the weird rain stopped.

　　Huhu——

　　The surroundings fell into silence.

　　The rapid and difficult breathing was clearly audible.

　　Zhu Hao's face was calm, and with a faint smile in his eyes, he had a panoramic view of everyone who fled hundreds of meters away.

　　"You actually... can control the Tianmo Qin?" Huang Xuemei's delicate face was full of shock.

　　As the owner of this generation of Tianmoqin, she is all too familiar with Tianmoqin.

　　It is true that it is powerful, but it is also true that it is dangerous and difficult to control.

　　If there is no incomparably strong internal strength as a foundation, let alone the art of attacking, it is difficult to even pop a tune.

　　Not to mention the murderous aura, demonic energy, and hostile energy accumulated for countless years in the magic piano...

　　Those with a weaker mind will be demonized upon touching it, turning into a devil who only knows how to kill!

　　Even with Huang Xuemei's current cultivation level, if she used the Tianmoqin for a long time, her mind would still be affected, she would become more and more cold-blooded, and it would become more and more difficult to control her desire to kill.

　　But this young man in front of him!

　　From the beginning to the end, no matter how the situation develops and changes, he is still very indifferent, just like the cold spring above the Wanren Snow Mountain, there is no fluctuation in the young man!

　　The moving sky magic piano that can actually be controlled?

　　Judging from the type of attack he just performed, it was clear that he was able to handle it with ease, and there was no feeling of reluctance at all.

　　And the terrifying power caused by the understatement of the blow.

　　Comparable to her heyday, she used the strongest unique technique of Tianlong's octave to provoke the full blow of Tianmoqin.

　　If you only talk about the power of killing and penetrating, it is even surpassed!

　　Because what he used was not an ordinary sonic attack, but pure sword intent!

　　What does this mean?

　　The ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty, who was only twenty years old, possessed an internal strength that was no weaker than that of the great master.

　　Perseverance, can be called the nature and will of the sky.

　　Taking the sound of the piano as a sword requires at least his attainments in the way of swordsmanship to reach the supreme realm where there is no sword in his hand and everything can be a sword!

　　The incomparably powerful perception and talent support him to integrate what he has learned into the attacking power of Tianmoqin.

　　So many kinds, together!

　　It is clearly a monster against the sky.

　　But how old is he?

　　That handsome, slightly immature face, and always smiling expression, it is really difficult for people to connect all of this together.

　　But the truth is in sight.

　　The boy still held the piano and stood there, and his posture has not changed.

　　No matter how absurd, they have to believe it!

　　"This kid... is definitely a great master!" The man in black robe gasped heavily, coughed dryly, and there was a bit of helplessness in his wilted eyes.

　　After all the calculations, I did not calculate that the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty, who has been protected all the time, is actually the most powerful existence in the imperial embassy!

　　"But how old is he?" Guo Songyang gasped, staring straight at Zhu Hao.

　　"Do you want me to believe that he is not a great master?" The man in black robe sneered.

　　Guo Songyang was silent.

　　Indeed, if Zhu Hao is not yet a great master, but he has such incredible background and combat power...

　　If he waits for him to step into the realm of the great master, I am afraid that the world will tremble!

　　"Today is difficult to accomplish, first withdraw!" The black robe man's voice fell, the whole person jumped up, and was about to disappear into the darkness.

　　Seeing this, the rest of the people lingered on Zhu Hao for a moment, then turned and left.

　　But at this moment, Zhu Hao, who had been silent for a while, moved!

　　The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his lips and teeth were lightly parted, and he whispered: "This king has said, can you all go?"

　　The voice was very soft, but it seemed like a thunder was ringing in their ears.

　　Their hearts jumped, as if something terrifying was blowing cold air on the back of their necks.

　　Immediately panicked, mobilizing the infuriating energy in the body to increase the speed to the limit.

　　It's sizzling!

　　In the night, a blue-purple light rose from the ground.

　　The next moment, Zhu Hao disappeared in place.

　　"This is... Lei Guang?" Not far away, Lin Yuantu and Feng Qingyang looked at this scene, dumbfounded.

　　"Above the earth, where is the thunder and lightning?"

　　Three thousand thunder!

　　Thunder flash!

　　The electric light was as fast as a shock, and almost the moment Zhu Hao disappeared, he came behind the black-robed man who escaped first.

　　"What?" The man in the black robe was instantly filled with souls, and like a conditioned reflex, he slapped Zhu Hao's chest with all his true energy.

　　"Hun Yuan Gong... tsk tsk, I guessed it was you!" Zhu Hao raised the corners of his mouth, but his body did not dodge and let the palm of the man in black robe pat his chest.

　　"Hey, you are so arrogant, you are courting death!" Seeing this, the black robe man's eyes suddenly lit up.

　　It seems that he has seen the scene in front of the young man being smashed to death by the five internal organs that he slapped.

　　However, the next moment, his smile froze.

　　Although his palm was heavy, Zhu Hao's body didn't even shake.

　　When the palm of his hand touched his chest, he only felt that the hand was as warm as jade, completely unlike the skin of an ordinary person.

　　Whoa!

　　Suddenly, the wind blew, and Zhu Hao's collar was blown away.

　　A gleam of white jade glaze entered the black-robed man's eyes.

　　Diamond glass body!

　　"You!" The man in black robe was terrified, looking at the young face in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

　　He has practiced for so many years, and he has never seen anyone who can withstand his angry blow so effortlessly.

　　I'm afraid that only the Shaolin Kongjian monk's Vajra indestructible physique can do it.

　　But Zhu Hao's exercises are clearly not the indestructible body of King Kong!

　　He finally understood why the innate masters of the Jianghu sect showed such expressions.

　　The same fear and trepidation, he is also experiencing! .

Chapter 39

　　Just when he was stunned and panicked, Zhu Hao pointed to the sword, which had already landed on his chest.

　　Whoosh!

　　The sharp edge bloomed, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through his body-protecting infuriating.

　　"puff!"

　　His pupils bulged, and his chest was red.

　　The whole person fell powerless and fell to the ground.

　　His brows were furrowed, full of pain.

　　He clearly felt that the sword intent poured into his body and did not disappear directly.

　　Instead, it ran wildly within his limbs.

　　Zhu Hao didn't care about him anymore, and the lightning flashed under his feet and disappeared in place.

　　When the next moment appeared, it was already in front of Guo Songyang.

　　"what?"

　　Guo Songyang was obviously startled by the ghostly appearance of Zhu Hao. He saw the end of the man in black robe not far away, and he had long lost the idea of ​​confronting this terrifying ninth prince.

　　Immediately, he pulled out the iron sword, swung a sword gang with all his strength, and went straight to Zhu Hao's door.

　　The foot was twisted and fled in the other direction.

　　The corner of Zhu Hao's mouth was slightly raised, and he raised his hand to hold it, and the Tianwen Sword appeared silently in his hand.

　　"Zhenyue style!"

　　Rumble!

　　The entire night sky was suddenly illuminated by endless sword light.

　　The majestic sword intent is surging like a tide, so strong that even ordinary people can clearly feel the terrifying edge in it.