The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

"One move to decide the winner!"

Han Chen stood in the center of the square, pointing his sword obliquely at the ground, with a pair of sharp red star eyes, fixedly staring at the thick iron chain that came suddenly.

Under the insight of Suzaku's red eyes, every inch of the iron chain, the distribution of true energy on it, and the weak fluctuations in strength all clearly appeared in front of Han Chen.

Even though Sandu could communicate with each other, as if they were one person, they were still three after all.

Three people, three hearts.

Full of flaws!

When the iron chain hits within five steps.

Han Chen's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling light, "This is the time!"

Deadly Fifteenth Sword!

groan! !

A shocking sword cry that shocked all directions suddenly resounded through the square of Wudang Mountain!

The Remnant Rainbow Sword in Han Chen's hand, with a supreme edge, pierced the iron chain in front, and the scarlet sword body burst into a mighty brilliance!

The fifteenth sword that kills life, deduces the swordsmanship of death!

This is completely not a sword technique that can be possessed in the world, kill everything!

Charcoal common people!

This is a sword technique that exterminates life. Even Yan Shisan, who created this sword, died under this sword technique in the end!

boom! !

This fifteenth sword, which interprets death, is like a bolt of lightning, piercing directly at the most vulnerable link of the iron chain!

Kaka Kaka…

Under the deadly power of the Canhong Sword, this thick and hard iron chain collapsed in an instant, and collapsed layer by layer.

This iron chain is like a bamboo knot split by a hatchet, it bursts every joint, and collapses to the end!

Puff puff!

At the same time that the iron chain shattered, Sandu was ravaged by the power of the sword, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

In an instant, they suffered serious internal injuries, their faces were ashen, shocked and unwilling.

"What a terrifying swordsmanship!"

"One sword, break the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle!"

The surrounding Wudang disciples stared wide-eyed. This battle was so exciting, and they will never forget it in their lifetime.

"God will not help me, let's go!"

Suddenly, Du'e let out a long cry, waved his sleeves and rolled up Kongwen's corpse, and with a 'swoosh', it turned into a gray light and jumped down the small bamboo cliff beside the square...

call out!call out!

Du Jie and Du Nan, without a moment's hesitation, followed Du E closely and jumped down the small bamboo cliff together.

The small bamboo cliff is on the right side of the square, the distance is less than ten feet, it is not an abyss, the white mist lingers all year round, and the cliff is full of thorns. It is indeed a good choice for them to jump off the cliff and escape.

"The Vajra Subduing Demon Circle is broken!"

"Shaolin Sandu actually escaped!"

"how can that be?"

The Wudang disciples were dumbfounded, and they couldn't help but laugh.

I really didn't expect that three Shaolin monks with sixth level of innate talent joined hands to deal with head master Han with third level of innate talent.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one can believe it.

Stepping to the edge of the square, looking at the white mist covering the sky under the small bamboo cliff, Han Chen shook his head, "These so-called holy monks are really vulnerable."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, defeating the innate sixth-layer master, Du'er, points +!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host, defeating the congenital sixth-layer master, crossing the tribulation, points +!"

"Ding, congratulations to the host, defeating the innate sixth-layer master, overcoming difficulties, points +!"

Hearing the notification sound from the system, Han Chen's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Today, Abbot Kongwen died, Sandu was defeated and fled, Shaolin Temple was completely defeated, and the prestige of the world was completely wiped out.

The most important thing is that Han Chen wiped out the only [-] remaining masters in Shaolin, and only seven survived. The foundation of Shaolin has been destroyed, and it is bound to be impossible to recover within a hundred years.

However, in today's Jianghu, turbulent, precarious, there is no time for Shaolin to recover.

The Shaolin Temple in the future will be infinitely downcast, decline, and eventually perish!

Clang!

Can Hong put back the scabbard, turned and left the cliff, walked up to Zhang Sanfeng, clasped her fists, and said: "Today's battle will ruin the cleanliness of Wudang Mountain, I hope the real person will not be offended!"

"Master Han speaks seriously!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Han Chen, and smiled calmly: "Master Han's swordsmanship is exquisite, unparalleled in the world, the old Taoist is really an eye-opener today."

Chapter 126: The Army Suppresses the Border, Wudang Kills (1/3)

"Really Zhang won the prize."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's approval, Han Chen smiled lightly and said, "Now, only your sect and I, Emei, are left. I don't know what the real person is going to do?"

The alliance of the three factions has come to naught, but the strong enemy is still there, and Wudang and Emei still need to find ways to resolve it.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said: "Shaolin Temple is in such a state, it is indeed a big loss for the entire Wulin, but it doesn't matter, our two sects join forces, there is still a lot to do."

The implication is that Wudang and Emei join forces, and it is not hopeless to retreat from the enemy.

"What the real person said is exactly what I want."

Han Chen nodded and smiled.

At this time, the woman in the yellow shirt came to Han Chen's side in lotus steps, and stood silently.

Han Chen nodded and smiled at her, and didn't say much. This time they joined hands to fight against the enemy and defeated the eminent Shaolin monks, and they also had a tacit understanding, everything was in silence.

"what sound?"

Suddenly, Han Chen frowned.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression also changed slightly, as if he heard something.

The same is true for women in yellow shirts.

Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, their internal skills were not exquisite enough, so they didn't hear any difference.

"Patriarch, it's not good! It's not good!"

Suddenly, a little boy with blood all over his face ran over in a panic.

Standing in front of Zhang Sanfeng, he shouted out of breath, "A lot of Tartar soldiers have come down from the mountain, and they surrounded Wudang Mountain!"

what?

Mongolian Tartars!

Song Yuanqiao was startled when he heard the words, Wudang Yuxia immediately frowned, and suddenly clenched his long sword tightly.

"How many are they here?"

"The disciple didn't see it clearly, but the disciple is sure that there are at least tens of thousands of people."

Tens of thousands of people!

Big trouble now!

Zhang Sanfeng's white beard was fluttering, and he immediately ordered: "Yuanqiao, you go and call Shang Wuji. Yu Lian, you will fetch the master's real martial arts sword, and inform all the disciples to rush to the mountain gate to fight against the enemy immediately."

Facing an army of tens of thousands, Zhang Sanfeng must be cautious.

"Disciple obey!"

"Yes, Master!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou accepted the order with fists in their hands, turned to perform lightness kung fu, disappeared on the square, and went to work quickly.

"Master Han, Miss Yang, the old Taoist originally planned to stay with the two of you for a few days, but now that the enemy is overwhelming, it is really inconvenient to stay longer, the two of you can leave on your own."

Zhang Sanfeng cupped his hands at Han Chen and the woman in the yellow shirt, and said.

"Wudang is in a catastrophe, if Han flees for his life, won't he be ridiculed by the world?"

Han Chen looked at Zhang Sanfeng, smiled, and said, "Besides, Han hasn't paid attention to a few Mongolian Tartars."

The woman in the yellow shirt stood beside Han Chen, her beautiful eyes were still cold, she nodded silently when she heard Han Chen's words, obviously she was supportive and willing to help Wudang.

"it is good!"

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Han Chen, "Master Han is a benevolent chivalrous man, and the old Taoist will not say any more, we will go down the mountain to kill the enemy."

Whoosh!

After all, the soles of his feet stomped heavily on the ground, and his body shot out suddenly. He was in mid-air, and his feet leveraged on each other, as if gliding through the void, at an extremely fast speed.

"Wudang Ladder Cloud Zong really deserves its reputation!"

The woman in the yellow shirt couldn't help but shouted praises.

Immediately, she also used the ancient tomb lightness kung fu, closely following Zhang Sanfeng, not inferior at all.

"Ding, Suzaku Chitong, the sixth-grade lightness kungfu has been detected, "Wudang Stairway to the Clouds", now start the deduction!"

Ignoring the system prompts, Han Chen turned into six white lights, piercing the sky like a white rainbow, with extreme speed.

call out!

In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the woman in the yellow shirt, smiled at her, and then his speed soared again, with a 'swish', he caught up with Zhang Sanfeng in front and passed him.

"Six Paths of Afterimages!"