The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

To return to Sichuan and Sichuan from Hunan, Yueyang is a must pass.

Han Chen has heard the beautiful scenery of Yueyang for a long time, Yueyang Tower is the most famous, and the guests and poets gather here, if he doesn't go to enjoy it, it will be a pity in his life.

Yueyang Tower is located in the countryside [-] miles outside the city. It is built with cornices, carved railings, and paulownia wood, standing on the bank of Dongting.

The autumn sun was shining brightly, and Han and Zhou climbed up to the Yueyang Tower, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, they could only see a lake in Dongting, vast and vast, boundless and majestic.

"Young master, the scenery here is so beautiful!" Zhou Zhiruo smiled sweetly, in a good mood.

Han Chen said with a smile: "As the saying goes [Dongting Tianxiashui, Yueyang Tianxialou], this Yueyang Tower is as famous as the Yellow Crane Tower and Tengwang Pavilion, and it is also known as the three famous buildings in the south of the Yangtze River. The scenery is naturally extremely beautiful."

The autumn wind blew into Yueyang Tower, Han Chen's hair fluttered, and Zhou Zhiruo's colorful clothes swayed.

The two of them are phoenixes among men, so beautiful that they are like immortals. They immediately attract the envy of tourists, and the voices of praise are endless. They are really envious of others.

Han Chen saw that Zhou Zhiruo was gorgeous, bright and graceful, and he said in his heart that with such a beautiful woman, he would travel all over the world with his sword, see all the famous places and historical sites, and live a carefree life.

At this time, Han Chen grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's jade hand.

Zhou Zhiruo's heart trembled, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she didn't resist.

Her fingers are slender, white, warm and moist like jade, soft and delicate, and Han Chen held them in his palm, as if they were about to melt.

The two held hands, looked at each other and smiled, with a tacit understanding, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Yueyang together.

Until the setting sun slanted to the west, Cangshan Mountain was inlaid with afterglow, and Dongting Lake rose with cold smoke, Han Chen pulled Zhou Zhiruo down the Yueyang Tower.

Outside Yueyang Tower, maple leaves all over the mountain flutter in the autumn wind, the red maple is like blood, and the scenery is extremely dazzling.

"It's so beautiful!" Zhou Zhiruo was amazed.

Just when his heart was fascinated, Han Chen suddenly frowned, as if he had noticed something, his eyes looked to the west, staring at the distance of Xiaoxiao Maple Leaf.

Chapter 027: The Four Old Shaolin Monks Draw a Sword to Kill ("Welcome to Chenlu? Feilu? Book Friends Group, Group Chat Number: 184903393"!!)

Zhou Zhiruo asked curiously, "Sect Leader, what's the matter?"

Han Chen's eyes gradually cooled down, and he said lightly, "There are always some bugs, annoying people!"

The Secret of Longevity is a technique for cultivating immortals, which fully grasps the mysteries of the universe. Since reaching the Xiaocheng realm, Han Chen's five senses have greatly improved, and his hearing and eyesight are both extremely sharp.

Even in the desolation of fallen leaves, he could still hear four people running towards him, their steps were extremely fast, steady and strong, they were indeed masters of the rivers and lakes, and their steps were full of hostility.

"Amitabha!"

"Han Shaoxia, you have made it hard for me to find you."

A sound of Buddha's horn resounded through the maple leaf forest, and among the autumn leaves, four old Shaolin monks galloped forward, and in an instant, they were fighting in front of Han Chen.

The four old monks stood in four corners, surrounding Han and Zhou in the core, obviously the visitors were not kind.

"It's from the Shaolin sect!"

Zhou Zhiruo frowned beautifully.Han Chen slashed Kong Xing with one hand, and he had already deeply offended Shaolin.

These four old monks have snow-white eyebrows, bulging temples, and extremely profound internal energy, they are really formidable masters.With their joint efforts, it is really dangerous.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help pinching the hilt of her sword.

"Sect Leader, what should we do?" Zhou Zhiruo asked.

Han Chen's eyes were like knives, he let go of Zhou Zhiruo's slender hand, raised his hand to take off the Canhong Sword from his waist, held it in his hand, looked around the four old monks, his eyes were as cold as frost.

"You guys shouldn't be here!"

Originally, Han Chen and Zhou Zhiruo were in a good mood when they visited Yueyang Tower and enjoyed the scenery of Dongting, but the sudden appearance of these bald donkeys was really disappointing.

Seeing Han Chen holding the scabbard in his hand with murderous intent in his eyes, the nearby travelers were shocked and immediately left in panic. They couldn't avoid this kind of vendetta.

However, there are also people who are interested in the excitement and stand back to watch from a distance, most of them are people from the rivers and lakes.

"I know that old monk. He is Master Yuanye from Shaolin. He is an eminent monk from the Bodhidharma Academy. He rarely walks around the rivers and lakes."

"Even the Bodhidharma Academy was alarmed, who is this young man?"

"They seemed to call him Han Shaoxia just now. Could it be that he is the one on Mount Emei?"

"I heard that Young Master Emei's swordsmanship is extremely high, hehe, now surrounded by four eminent monks, it's a good show."

By the Dongting Lake, in the maple leaf forest, there were quite a few people watching. These people watched the fire from the other side, talking and talking about everything.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the old monk Yuanye stood in the shadow of Yueyang Tower, clasped his hands together, and said leisurely: "I heard that Han Shaoxia has been killing people one after another during these days, countless souls have been killed by the sword, and even the rebels have been massacred. Amitabha, sin, sin..."

Clang! !

The resounding sound of sword chant sounded, Can Hong sword was drawn out of its sheath, and pointed at the ground obliquely, Han Chen showed a sneer on his face, "As a monk, you are not in Shaolin to practice meditation, but to meddle in Jianghu affairs, you really have enough time."

Among the four old monks in Bodhidharma Academy, Yuan Hui was the most staunch. Hearing Jiang Chen's words, he was furious.

"Boy, you'd better get caught and go back to Shaolin obediently with us. You seriously injured Uncle Kongxing, how can we Shaolin forgive you lightly. If you dare to resist even a little bit today, this old monk will have no choice but to eliminate the demons and defend the way, and you will be rectified on the spot!"

Another old monk said: "Amitabha, this son is too evil to kill. If he is not domesticated with Buddhism as soon as possible, he will become a great disaster in the martial arts in the future."

Yuan Ye nodded and said: "This Han Chen has a deep hostility and has fallen into the devil's way. We must take him back to Shaolin, let him live in Shaolin all his life, and listen to the Dharma day and night. If he can dissolve his evil spirit, it will be a great fortune for the people and a great fortune for the world." .”

Han Chen looked at these four people, his eyes were extremely cold, and he was full of murderous intent, "A group of pious people, do you really think they can do justice for the sky?"

groan! !

A resounding sound of sword chanting resounded through the entire maple leaf forest.

Swish! !

The long sword flew lasingly, and the red glow shook the sky, illuminating the earth!

The sharp sword energy swept across the maple forest, and the red leaves were devastated, like cherry blossoms raining down, whirling and dancing, beautiful and poignant.

This sword is extremely fast!

This sword is absolutely beautiful!

puff!

The sword light streaked across the night sky like a shooting star, the fierce sword edge slashed past Yuan Hui's throat, blood flew like an arrow.

The blood-red Remnant Rainbow Sword pointed at the ground obliquely, a drop of bright red blood slipped from the blade, dripped on the red maple, and finally flowed into the soil.

The sword has passed.

Maple has fallen.

The blood has clotted.

Yuan Hui clutched her throat, her eyes protruded like dead fish eyes, blood oozed from her fingers, her throat made a strange sound, her face was full of pain and shock.

Pfft!

He fell down suddenly, like a mountain collapsed, and the vitality in his eyes disappeared rapidly.

He was lying in the middle of the maple leaves that were as red as fire all over the ground, he was not reconciled, he didn't believe it, how did Han Chen's sword come just now, he couldn't figure it out until he died.

too fast!too harsh!too cold!

Even with Yuan Hui's level of cultivation, she couldn't capture the traces of the sword's edge coming.

This is the power of a sword that Han Chen can unleash when he breaks through the Houtian third level and achieves a small success in the formula of longevity.

When the sword comes out, life dies!

"Ding, congratulations to the host, kill Houtian double master, Shaolin Yuanhui, points +2000!"

Two thousand points!

Enough to buy two silver eggs!

The rewards are so generous!

After hearing the beep, Han Chen's mouth turned slightly up.

"Oh my god, Master Yuan Hui was wiped out with a single sword!"

"I didn't even see that sword clearly, but Yuan Hui died!"

"What a terrible swordsmanship!"

"Young Master Emei, he really lives up to his reputation!"

In the maple forest, those people from the rivers and lakes watching from afar all stared wide-eyed at this moment.

They couldn't believe everything in front of them, and were completely overwhelmed by Han Chen's swordsmanship.

In fact, Han Chen didn't use any exquisite swordsmanship, it's just that Yuan Hui was the closest to him, and his words were the most irritable, Han Chen killed him first, that was his own fault.

"Junior Brother Yuanhui!"

"It's unreasonable, Han Chen, take my life for this old man!"

Han Chen killed Yuan Hui with a sword, and the other three monks were startled and angry, or raised their Zen sticks, or clenched their fists with both hands, and rushed towards Han Chen in three directions.

Monks are supposed to refrain from anger and impetuosity, and they should strictly observe the precept of killing.

But they were angry.

They want to kill people.

Han Chen's eyes were like knives, and he smiled sarcastically, "If you stayed in Shaolin well, I wouldn't go looking for you, but it's a pity that you came here today to seek death by yourself!"

"If you want to go to the Western Paradise so much, I will give you a ride now!"

Chapter 028: Strongly crushed, surrounded by iron cavalry ("Welcome to Chenlu? Feilu? Book friend group, group chat number: 184903393"!!)

Blast!

There was a bang on the spot, and amidst the dust, Han Chen rose from the ground, with lightning speed, and went straight to Yuanye.

"Oops!"

"Senior brother be careful!"

Hearing only two swishing sounds, the other two old monks started their lightness kung fu and rushed to support Yuanye.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

boom!