Comprehensive martial arts: A poor Taoist wine swordsman, his sword suppresses Emperor Wu's cit

A martial arts master once said that it is cruel to look closely at ugly people, not to mention Wu Yazi's stubborn facial control.

It's just that Wu Yazi's time is running out and he has no choice.

Su Li drank and watched with interest. Xu Zhu was like a little daughter-in-law who had been bullied. He was first transformed into Shaolin internal power by Wu Yazi, and then imbued with more than 70 years of internal power.

Finally, he handed the Seven Treasures Ring to Xu Zhu, gave some instructions, and then passed away suddenly on the spot.

Su Li originally wanted to intervene and tell Ding Chunqiu that he had killed him, but Wu Yazi walked too fast.

...

"Out!"

"I wonder what benefits they get!"

"No matter what the benefits are, how dare you rob him? He is a wine swordsman!"

"I really don't dare to mess with the Wine Sword Immortal, but that little monk, hehehe..."

As soon as they saw Su Li and Xu Zhu coming out, the people in the world who were still in the Deaf and Mute Valley immediately whispered and their eyes flickered.

"Brother!" Wushuang walked forward and saw Xu Zhu was unconscious, and wondered, "What's wrong with him?"

"It's okay, he's fine!" Su Li smiled slightly.

"Amitabha, Taoist priest, donor, and young monk, it's time to say goodbye!" Xu Zhu clasped his hands together.

Although Xu Zhu was in a state of confusion, he finally agreed to Wu Yazi's dying request and wanted to go to Langhuan Fu Cave in Wuliang Mountain.

As soon as Xu Zhu walked away, the people in the valley immediately dispersed, and some of them followed him secretly.

Chapter 49: Blood Knife Ancestor!Shangguan Jinhong!Jing Wuming!

"Oh, how should I explain to the abbot when I return to Shaolin Temple in the future?"

Xu Zhu sighed long and short as he walked forward, feeling confused and confused.

I went down the mountain to send a hero message, but not only did I get involved in right and wrong, but I was also transformed into a Shaolin martial arts, and was forced to inherit the position of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

If the abbot is held accountable in the future, he will be unable to defend himself, and even if he falls into the Yellow River, he will not be able to clean himself up.

at this time.

A sinister laugh sounded.

"Little master, it's getting late, where are you going?"

Xu Zhu looked up and saw that Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe, among the four villains, were blocking the road.

Ye Erniang held the baby in her arms, and the baby inside was crying loudly. No matter how Ye Erniang coaxed it, it had no effect.

The baby's cry sounded extremely strange in the gradually darkening mountain forest.

"Amitabha, I have met the two donors. The young monk has something important to do. I would like to ask you both to do something convenient." Xu Zhu put his hands together and pronounced the name of the Buddha.

"It's easy to talk. As long as the young master keeps the things he got in the Deaf and Mute Valley, I will naturally let the young master pass." Yun Zhonghe said confidently, holding the steel claw in his hand.

"This ring is a token of leadership given to me by senior Wu Yazi. Although the young monk cannot be the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, I cannot give it to you either." Xu Zhu said hesitantly.

"Ring? Xiaoyao Sect?"

Yun Zhonghe's eyes flickered, and the more he listened, the more confused he became, but he thought that Xu Zhu was not telling the truth, and shouted sharply:

"Don't play tricks on me, stinky monk. If you don't hand over your things, not only will you not be able to survive today, I will let you die here."

After saying that, he rushed towards Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu was in chaos and retreated in panic.

Although he had martial arts, he didn't know how to use it at all. Just when Wu Yazi was about to teach him the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect, he was already dead.

Seeing Yun Zhonghe approaching, suddenly an old monk descended from the sky and stopped in front of Xu Zhu:

"Little monk, don't be afraid, the ancestor is here to save you!"

The old monk was burly, dark-skinned, holding a scimitar in his hand, his head was bright and he looked quite ferocious.

He doesn't look like a monk at all. He looks like a bandit wearing a cassock. At first glance, he doesn't look like a good person.

Xu Zhu originally thought that the savior had come, but seeing how ferocious the old monk was, he immediately hesitated and was in a dilemma.

"Ancestor Blood Knife?" Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang looked at each other, with fear on their faces.

"Your Blood Knife Sect in the Western Region is thousands of miles away from here, but you're here to join in."

The Blood Knife Ancestor grinned, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth, "It's not your turn to take care of my ancestor's work!"

"You!" Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang looked ugly.

This Blood Sword Ancestor was originally a horse thief in the Western Regions. He accidentally obtained a Blood Sword Sword Technique, and after practicing hard for decades, he finally broke through to the Zhixuan Realm.

Relying on his fierce and strange sword skills, he wreaked havoc on the borders of the Western Region and the Central Plains, killing people and robbing homes and homes.

If Duan Yanqing were here, Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang would not be afraid of the Blood Sword Ancestor, but now Duan Yanqing has long disappeared.

The Blood Knife Ancestor also ignored the two of them, but looked at Xu Zhu and grinned:

"Little monk, I am also a monk. You and I are one family. Tell me, ancestor, what opportunity did you get just now?"

"The little monk didn't get the opportunity, but suffered a big loss!" Xu Zhu said with a sad face.

Although Xu Zhu gained 70 years of skill, in his opinion, he was harmed by Wu Yazi, and he might not even be able to return to Shaolin Temple in the future.

He grew up in the Shaolin Temple. Apart from the Shaolin Temple, where else could he go?

"Humph, young monk, you still dare to be so tough!" Of course the Blood Knife Ancestor didn't believe it, and snorted coldly: "Let me try my ancestor's sword to see how tough your mouth is!"

"Ancestor Blood Knife, this young monk belongs to us!" Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang took action at the same time.

"Humph, it's just you two!" The Blood Knife Ancestor said with disdain, "If Duan Yanqing were here, I would still be worried. You two are nothing, so get out!"

The bloody knife will be chopped out.

at this time.

hum!

A sword cry suddenly sounded!

"Light Frost!"

"Yunshuo!"

"Turn your fingers softly!"

Four rainbows, wrapped in astonishing sword energy, flew across the sky.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The Blood Knife Ancestor, Ye Erniang, and Yun Zhonghe used their weapons to resist at the same time, sparks flying everywhere.

A series of tyrannical waves swept out, setting off a gust of wind and causing fallen leaves to fly!

The three of them all stepped back vigilantly and looked solemnly into the distance.

"The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind. Brother, you are right. These people are really plotting against Xu Zhu!"

The corners of Wushuang's mouth were raised, with excitement on his face.

It turned out that Su Li had long expected that someone would take action against Xu Zhu, so he followed him from a distance.

"Brother, drink well and leave these rotten fish and shrimps to me!" Wushuang raised his chin, his eyes burning with fighting intent.

"Whatever!" Su Li said lightly.

"It's just two dolls. It scared the ancestor!" The ancestor of the Blood Knife looked fiercely and didn't take the two of them seriously at all. He waved his scimitar and was about to kill them.

Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe are also ready to go.

But right now.

A deep magnetic voice sounded.

"What an amazing sword energy!"

"I didn't expect to meet the descendant of Wushuang City."

The sound came from afar, obviously far away.

But when the last word sounded, the speaker had already appeared in front of everyone.

He was a handsome man with a majestic physique. He looked to be in his forties, but there was no sign of time.

Two thick eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes were as deep as gems, and his gaze was sharp enough to penetrate people's hearts.

Thin lips reveal a cold and ruthless character.

No matter from which angle you look at this man, he is a handsome man.

Wearing a purple robe embroidered with gold thread, it adds a touch of nobility.

With his hands behind his back, he just stood in the middle, but it gave people a feeling of being insurmountable and invincible.

Behind him was a shadow-like person, shrouded in black robes.

This man's clothes are black, his hair is black, and even his sword is black.

Only the hand holding the sword is white, cold white, terrifyingly white!

He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, but everyone could imagine that once he raised his head, his eyes would be as sharp as a sword.

A sharp sword intent emanated from his body, making the Blood Knife Ancestor and others feel extremely frightened and couldn't help but retreat a few points.

"Shang, Shangguan Jinhong, Jing Wuming?!" Yun Zhonghe was horrified.

Chapter 50: Shangguan Jinhong does not believe in evil!Jiujianxian, I want to try your sword!

Who is the scariest person in the world?

Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming are definitely at the top.

A few years ago, a mysterious force suddenly appeared in the world, and swept the martial arts world overnight as an unparalleled hero.

The leader of the gang, Shangguan Jinhong, is in his forties, already in the Celestial Realm, and ranked fifth on the black list.