Silent Killing

He Minghai fell to his knees, his face pale, and looked at the other side in disbelief: “How is that possible?” How could he lose like this, and the other side didn’t even issue a sword.

Suddenly he looked at the other person’s costume and the sword across his waist, and he was startled, “You … are you white clothed Asura?”

When he heard He Minghai’s exclaim, all around Martial Master’s face was shocked, and even stepped back subconsciously, as if the white clothed Young Master was not a person, but from Like the evil spirits of hell.

Someone in the crowd asked: “Who is white clothed Asura?”

Immediately an older Martial Master replied, “That’s the Hell Sect! They’re here to avenge the blood Rakshasa!”

With this remark, the people around all around immediately messed up. Before the blood Rakshasa washes Xinlu, the killing of so many people is in sight. In their eyes, blood Rakshasa is more terrifying than He Minghai, Zuo Zhicheng, Jiang Tianzheng, and Xiao Jingyang.

Moreover, He Minghai was cleared by the other party just a few times later, which further deepened their fear of the white clothed Asura in front of them.

White clothed Asura, that is, the eldest disciple under the Red Sun monk, looked at the all around people with fear and fear, disdainfully: “Since you can see, I will speak straight.”

“In the next few days, we will visit the major dojo one after another of Xinlu. If you have any masters, please come out soon. Don’t always send some stupid salt industry Neon Ben!

All around students and Martial Masters both looked shocked and angry at Minghe, looking like they were flexing their muscles. But an invisible pressure shrouded over Ming He’s body, making them shake their hands, but no one dared to do it.

The man in front of him just flashed a few silhouettes, and his sword fingers continued to knock He Minghai to the ground. From beginning to end, the sword was not pulled out from the waist, and the battle was over.

And who is He Minghai? The owner of the branch library of the Zizai Pavilion, the martial arts in Xinlu, has been revealed during this time in Xinlu, and many people even suspect that he is younger than Zuo Zhicheng. Be more powerful.

The power gap is too big. The people here are not stupid, especially the experience of blood Rakshasa and Zuo Zhicheng, let them understand more often when faced with masters. The number is useless.

Seeing the faces of all the people around was angry. Cowardly, but afraid to act. white clothed Asura 冥河 shook the head: “It’s really disappointing. In the face of such humiliation, you dare not stand up, what else can you learn? What kind of exercise? Go home and farm directly.”

As he said these words, his eyes swept towards the crowd around him with a pressure of pressure. All the sharp eyes swept his head down, full of shame, but no one dared to look at him. A glance.

Humph.

Coldly snorted, Heihe turned away and left, not only was she disappointed with what Xinlu called dojo, but she also looked down on the goal of this trip.

‘Still mixed in a country like Xinlu, where can it be? The Master brought us all this time. It was too trivial. ‘

On the side of He Minghai who has been half-knelt on the ground, although he has gnashing teeth and his face full of resentment, he never challenges again from beginning to end. Behind him, the old servant Zhongbo clung to his shoulder: “Young Master, don’t be impulsive. The white clothed Asura is no small matter, not to mention that there are still a few people with him.”

He Minghai stood up as complexion ashen, leaving nothing behind, and left with Zhongbo.

Leave everyone in a panic.

“What to do? Even He Master is not an opponent of this white clothed Asura, what should we do?”

“What else can I do? Admit defeat, He Master was beaten with three punches, who is his opponent in Xinlu!”

Suddenly, Qin Wu, the president of Yanwu Society, said with a gloomy face: “Who is the president of the martial arts association? Being the president, we ca n’t be coward when we have so many dojos really run into problems, right?”

Qin Wu has become increasingly sad since Zuo Zhicheng became the chairman of the Wushu Association. The shame of being defeated by the other party has made the situation of Yanwu Society even more difficult.

At this moment, when he saw the enemy, he couldn’t help but ridicule Zuo Zhicheng.

“Isn’t this Zuo Zhicheng already knowing the identity of the other party, did he run ahead of time?”

He said that everyone immediately vented the fear and anger in his heart to Zuo Zhicheng.

“Hmph, I said at the beginning that letting a yellow-haired kid be the chairman is unreliable, there is no responsibility at any critical moment.”

“No, A Fei.” One person pointed at A Fei’s nose and asked, “When will Zuo Zhicheng be back? He is the chairman of our association. He has to stand in our way? He Masters are all up. white clothed Asura? “

“Yeah, Zuo Zhicheng ran away, I think the martial arts association has forgotten.”

When A Fei couldn’t argue, Qin Wu said quietly again: “Jiang Master is Zuo Zhicheng’s Master. Since the discipline is off, how many words does the Master have to say?”

“Yes, what about Master Jiang?”

“Let Jiang Master go out!”

The speakers obviously don’t really think that Jiang Tianzheng and Zuo Zhicheng can fight against white clothed Asura, they just want to find someone to stand in front to protect their dojo from that’s all.

A Fei shouted, “No. The Master was injured a few months ago. You all know that! You sent the Master out of the mountain, do you still have a bit of backbone!”

“Zuo Zhicheng slipped away by himself. What qualifications do we have for us?”

“Yeah, it’s not your dojo that was picked, of course you are not in a hurry!”

Of course, some people normally and Haoran dojo make a few words for Afei. The two sides quarreled for a while, but after all, they were left alone and dispersed.

The Red Sun monitor group, like a cloud, shrouded the entire new land martial arts. Martial arts were abolished, and dojo was swept everyday all happened. Some people even sneak attacked the white clothed Asura and the others, but they were stabbed out and killed directly.

So some dojo chose to surrender directly.

Four days later, only the original location of Rising Sun Dojo was left. Now it is Hao Ran Dojo, which is also the headquarters of Wushu Association.

This day, with hundreds of people watching, five disciples such as white clothed Asura came to the door of Haoran dojo. Everyone looked at this scene nervously.

As the last dojo of Xinlu Wulin who has not been leveled, this is already the last position. If even Haoran dojo is also swept away, then the entire Xinlu martial arts circle can be said to be dead from this.

But looking at the closed door of Haoran dojo, no one felt that they could block their offensive by white clothed Asura.

……

At the gate of the city gate, Li Xunyi carried his sword box and smiled and hehe said, “Finally, is this Xinlu? Where is the most fun place here? There are also delicious and delicious ones. Let me introduce them. . “

Zuo Zhicheng said coldly, “Not interested.”

“Except for your cultivation, this person is really not enjoying life at all.” Li Xun turned his head and looked at Jiang Qing and said, “Qinger younger sister, tomorrow you will take me to stroll around.”

“Well.” Jiang Qing nodded, looked at Zuo Zhicheng, stopped talking, and finally said nothing. This way, she just felt that the other party seemed to be completely the same person, getting more and more iced and colder. In a day, the words added didn’t even reach five sentences, which made her heart more worried.