Martial Arts: Just Finished the Patrol, the Beginning is Ruthless

"Understood."

Xia An's brows suddenly eased. Seeing him like this, he thought it was over.

Unexpectedly, Xia An walked straight towards the gate.

"Where are you going?" Ruthless Liu frowned slightly.

"kill."

Xia An didn't turn her head back, her murderous aura was serious.

Chapter 112: No Master in the Central Plains

The capital, outside the Forbidden City.

Here is close to the imperial city, such a majestic place, it is naturally extremely quiet on weekdays, and no one dares to make a mistake.

However, today was uncharacteristically, and there was a loud noise.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of collision sounds sounded, and in midair, two figures interlaced.

Between the fists and palms, the internal force exploded, causing waves of ripples.

The person who fought against each other was a monk wearing a yellow monk robe and cloth shoes.

The other is a strong man.

"go!"

The monk yelled softly, his roar was like thunder, the strong man couldn't help being shocked, and he froze in a daze.

When he came back to his senses again, the monk had already slapped him with one palm.

The strong man dodged, but it was too late, he was slapped heavily on his chest, and he flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered to get up, but found that his ribs had already been broken by this palm.

"Looks like the little monk won again."

The yellow-robed monk clasped his hands together, looking pious.

But his tone was not polite at all,

"It's said that the Central Plains is unique, unfathomable, and there are so many masters."

"That's why the little monk came here to ask for advice, but for two days, no one has been able to perform ten moves in the hands of the little monk."

"This Central Plains Wulin has disappointed the little monk."

This person is precisely Jiumozhi who came from Tubo.

And this strong and strong man is already the 132nd master who has been defeated by him in the past two days.

In the 130th World War II, Jiumozhi won a complete victory.

And the most desperate thing is that no one has ever been able to sustain ten rounds under his hands.

"Jumozhi, don't be too arrogant, it means that the real master of my Ming Dynasty has not come out yet."

"I'll let you be proud first, and you'll be the one to cry when the time comes."

Jiumozhi's arrogant appearance made many onlookers resentful.

Great Ming Dynasty, outstanding people, vast land and rich resources, when was it humiliated by such foreigners?

"Your monk's ears will be filled with cocoons, but those masters you speak of are all vulnerable to a single blow~"

Jiumozhi chuckled lightly, but was not angry.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is contempt.

"It seems that the kung fu in your mouth is much better than the kung fu in your hands."

"If it's a battle of scolding, then the little monk is indeed willing to bow down."

"you…"

Hearing what Jiumozhi said, the man who spoke was anxious.

But for a while, he couldn't think of any rebuttal words.

I felt so aggrieved that I couldn't add any more.

Jiumozhi smiled lightly, "Everyone, is there anyone else who has fought against this little monk?"

"Today is already the last day, and the monk will leave the capital tomorrow."

"Don't let the little monk come back disappointed, otherwise, wouldn't it be ridiculed if he is a dignified Ming?"

"Then I, Tubo, have to weigh it up, and I will have contacts with Daming in the future."

Saying that, Jiumozhi glanced at the Forbidden City indiscriminately.

He knew that his words would definitely reach the ears of Emperor Ming.

It sounds a bit "rebellious".

But Jiumozhi did it on purpose.

In recent years, the Ming Dynasty has been in turmoil, and the national power has declined visible to the naked eye.

Therefore, the attitudes of all parties towards Daming have also become intriguing. This mission is a test.

There was no sound in the field, and no one responded.

Although Jiumozhikuang is crazy, his strength is indeed high, and not everyone can ask for a lesson.

"It seems that the little monk is destined to be disappointed today."

Jiumozhi chuckled and sat cross-legged.

Sure enough, the glory of Ming Dynasty is no longer.

If it had been done before, I am afraid that such a rampant act would have been picked up by someone long ago.

Jiumozhi thought secretly, in the future Tubo would no longer need to act according to Daming's face.

Clang!

However, the moment Jiumozhi closed his eyes.

The sound of clanging swords sounded suddenly like a dragon's chant.

Jiumozhi opened his eyes fiercely, feeling the threat of death, he stepped on his feet, and his body rushed towards the rear.

laugh!

In the next moment, a radiant sword energy crossed the position where he was sitting cross-legged before, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground.

"What an exquisite sword technique."

Jiumozhi's pupils shrank, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see the purity of this sword intent.

"It seems that Daming's master finally showed up."

Jiumozhi grinned, it is true that he is a Tubo national teacher, but at the same time, he is also a martial idiot.

Although these two days have been crushed all the way, but there is no joy in my heart.

And now, Jiumozhi finally saw the top expert, so naturally he was overjoyed.

Looking up, I saw a touch of pure white from far to near.

It was a man who didn't look like a young man. He was dressed in white and fluttered in the air with the movement of his figure, holding a three-foot green peak in his hand, which made him a little bit more vigorous while being relaxed.

"`~May I ask what your name is?"

Jiumozhi was delighted to see Lie Xin, this was the first time in two days that he took the initiative to ask someone else.

"You don't need to know that, anyway, you are going to die."

However, contrary to Jiumozhi's attitude, the young man in white had a serious look on his face, and his brows were full of evil spirits.

This person is exactly Xia An who came from the six gates.

"Oh?"

Jiumozhi frowned, "It's a big tone, I just don't know if you have that ability."

"You'll see."

Xia An was too lazy to talk nonsense.

A little under his feet, he rushed out, his whole body was like a fierce tiger out of the cage, his momentum was like a rainbow.

"It's so murderous."

Jiumozhi couldn't help but his complexion changed, as soon as an expert made a move, he would know if there was one.

Before the confrontation, he could feel that this young man in white was completely different from his previous opponent!

The monstrous murderous aura swept across, like a big net laid down.

At this moment, Jiumozhi only felt that he was in a boundless sea of ​​blood, crumbling.

This caused him to be in a trance for a moment.

Although he regained consciousness in an instant, Jiumozhi was still terrified.

The person in front of him actually brought such a sense of oppression just by his aura, which made him feel unprecedented pressure.

"break!"

Jiumozhi yelled angrily, and the Sanskrit sound shook, faintly distorting the air.

There are countless masters who have died under his roar.

Swish!

Xia An didn't dodge or dodge, still maintaining a forward posture.

Just in an instant, two sword glows, one on the left and one on the right, were drawn together almost at the same time, like two new moons.

The speed of the sword is so fast that it is staggering.

Just like cutting tofu with a knife, Jiumozhi's roar was ripped apart.

The next moment, under Jiumozhi's extremely horrified eyes, Xia An's figure appeared in front of him.

Then, a sword fell! .

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Jiumozhi was horrified, since he practiced martial arts, it was the first time he met someone whose speed was so fast.

Immediately, he didn't care about his shame, and rolled to the side on the spot, narrowly dodging the blow.

Clang!

However, in the next moment, Xia An's sword move changed, and the blade floated down again.

"This man is so fast! Who is this?"

"It's too fast to see clearly, but with such high martial arts and such exquisite swordsmanship, it should be only Xia Shenzhu."

"That's right, this is Xia Shenchao!"

"I just said, who's swordsmanship is so high, and when they come up, they will fight against Jiumozhi."

"Haha, it has to be Xia Shenzhang, really relieved."

On the side, the onlookers suddenly became excited.

Seeing Jiumozhi being so arrogant earlier, they were all angry but helpless.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Xia An jumped out, suppressing Jiumozhi's arrogance.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought several moves.

Xia An's swordsmanship was as fast as thunder, and every time he made a move, it was straight at Jiumozhi's throat. There were many sword shadows in the air, making it difficult for Jiumozhi to parry for a while.