Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　After being blocked by Wuming, the people of Wujue Shrine have fled far away.

　　But Luo Xian did not give up, Tianmen lost so many masters, all because Wushenjue Palace used gunpowder, so Luo Xian must keep them all. .

Chapter 3: Desperately Entering the Godless Palace (4/[-])

　　The birth of the peerless sword, no one would have thought that Jian Yuan would fly away from the eyes of hundreds of kendo masters from all corners of the world.

　　What is even more unimaginable is that all of this is Su Ming, who took Jian Yuan away with his supreme swordsmanship.

　　Apart from the dead Jue Wushen, only Wuming and Jian Chen knew that Jian Yuan was taken away by Su Ming.

　　Bye Sword Villa!

　　Aotian looked at the dilapidated Jianchi in front of him, the whole person was confused, he seemed to have lost his soul, and he no longer had the arrogant look of the past.

　　"How could this be?"

　　"Why is this the result? Could it be that I'm proud of my family, so I really have no time to make it out?"

　　Aotian muttered to himself, his spirits apathetic.

　　He was half-kneeling on the ground, and in front of him, there was a line of corpses, which was Mrs. Ao.

　　Everything is just like in the TV series. Madam Ao committed suicide, and his master Jianmo's eyes were taken off by Madam Ao and then taken away by Duanlang.

　　All these changes came too fast, even though Aotian was the young master of Aojian Villa, he didn't react at all.

　　"Young master, maybe all of this is God's will. Madam Ao knows well, and she doesn't want to see your current appearance."

990 "Nowadays, the masters of all sects and sects in Jianghu have suffered heavy losses. Let's think of a way to overcome the accountability of various sects."

　　At this time, two people walked by, and one of them was Wen Nu, the swordsmith who had forged a peerless sword.

　　The other one was stout, with a vicissitudes face, and looked extremely ordinary, without any special features.

　　There was a hint of helplessness in Wen Nu's words.

　　The day before, the entire Baijian Villa was still beautiful, but in the blink of an eye, it was a ruin, and it was in disrepair.

　　Mrs. Ao died, the sword demon was taken away by Duanlang, no one could help Aotian, everything could only depend on him.

　　"How? What else can you think of?"

　　"Everything is over, I'm done worshiping Sword Villa, hahaha!"

　　Ao Tian raised his head and laughed loudly, and in that laughter, there was a trace of grief, a trace of helplessness, and a trace of regret!

　　However, all of this was too late.

　　Wen Nu and Jian Nu looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

　　"Young master, now is not the time for grief and anger. Although we have suffered a great loss this time, it is not that we have no chance to start over."

　　"I, Wen Nu, have been greatly favored by the proud family, and I am willing to stay and continue to forge swords for the proud family!"

　　"As long as you don't give up, Baijian Villa will never collapse!"

　　Wen Nu's voice had a hint of firmness.

　　Aotian is a martial arts genius, there is no doubt about it, but he is too arrogant and arrogant.

　　From Wen Nu's point of view, if Aotian can see through this time and fully realize it, Baijian Villa wants to restore its former glory, it is not hopeless.

　　After all, Baijian Villa is fundamentally different from other sects, and they mainly focus on superb sword casting.

　　Because of this, Wen Nu believes that no sect will truly enmity with Baijian Villa.

　　"Really...is it okay?"

　　A ray of light appeared in Aotian's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.

　　Wen Nu shook his head, and knew in his heart that it was almost impossible for a person who used to be so arrogant to suddenly accept such a blow.

　　........

　　Baijian Mountain Villa sacrificed the sword for the sake of Jianyuan, a peerless sword, and suffered heavy losses.

　　Especially after the people from Tianmen and Wushenjue Palace intervened, the war broke out in Baijian Villa, and the entire Baijian Villa was destroyed.

　　Baijian Villa was completely unable to deal with the battle of hundreds of masters, and could only let them fight.

　　People in Tianmen and Wushenjue Palace didn't even know that Jianyuan had already fled away.

　　By the time they knew it, it was too late.

　　When everything that happened in Baijian Villa was spread in the rivers and lakes.

　　In the Tianshan Mountains, Jue Xin escaped with the remaining (bjdj) dozen or so black-clothed ghost-faced warriors.

　　"Finally home!"

　　Jue Xin looked at the mountain i Peak not far away, and my heart relaxed a lot.

　　This action is too great a loss for the entire Wushenjue Palace.

　　Not only the lost black-clothed ghost-faced warrior, but the most important thing is that the palace master of Wushenjue Palace is absolutely dead.

　　Jiexin didn't even know whose father died at the hands of him.

　　"Eldest son, the palace master is dead, what should we do?"

　　A black-clothed ghost-faced martial artist asked in a low voice with a frustrated voice.

　　In the Wushenjue Palace, the real pillar is the master of the palace, absolutely Wushen. Once the pillar of the Wushen Jue Palace falls, almost all the Wushen Jue Palace warriors will lose their spiritual support and do not know what to do.

　　The remaining ten or so black-clothed ghost-faced warriors also turned their attention to Jue Xin.

　　In the entire Wushenjue Palace, except for the palace owner, Juewushen, Juexin is the most prestigious person.

　　Because, most of the time, Jue Wushen entrusts Jue Xin with the tasks in Wushen Jue Palace.

　　Jue Xin is a person with a deep sense of government. He has always wanted to be recognized by his father, hoping to be recognized in the Wushen Jue Palace.

　　It is a pity that because of Jue Wushen's preference, he has never had this opportunity, but his younger brother Juetian is deeply loved by Jue Wushen, and even openly said that he would pass on the position of Palace Master to Jue Tian.

　　Desperate mind, moved quickly.

　　For him, this may be a good chance for him to get everything.

　　"Dad died, and I am also very sad!"

　　"However, the Wushenjue Palace can't be without a master for a day, otherwise the masters of the beast face masks will find us."

　　"With our strength, I'm afraid it can't be resisted."

　　"At that time, Dad's wish to dominate the Chinese martial arts will no longer be fulfilled!"

　　The deep voice of despair sounded, looking a little helpless, but also with a trace of grief and anger.

　　"Eldest son, you are right!"

　　"There is no god without a master. We believe that the one who can fulfill the master's wish is none other than the eldest son!"

　　A ghost-faced warrior said.

　　"Yes, except for the eldest son, no one can finish it!"

　　"Eldest son, please become the palace master of Wushenjue Palace and lead us to continue the old master's wish!"

　　More than a dozen ghost-faced warriors present, all kneeled on the ground respectfully, hoping to inherit the Wushenjue Palace.

　　Jue Xin stood there, a gleam of light appeared in those gloomy eyes, and an unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　　Jue Xin glanced at the dead Jue Wushen and smiled inwardly: "Father, it seems impossible that you want Jue Tian to inherit Wu Shen Jue Palace, even God is helping me!"

　　This day, Jue Xin had been waiting for a long time, everything he wanted was easily obtained because of the unexpected death of God Jue Wu. .

Chapter 4: Rivers and Lakes Shock (4/[-])

　　After Su Ming's battle with Jue Wushen, he flew away from the top of the mountain with his imperial air.

　　He looked at the mountain road for the last time, and found Wuming's arrival, but he did not intend to meet Wuming.

　　With Jian Yuan, Su Ming's sabre was lofty, even more elegant, exuding a spirituality, especially the sword energy, which filled the body of the sword. Once unsheathed, it would burst out with a sharp edge.

　　The magic weapon hides its edge-, when you unsheath it, you will see blood!

　　Jue Wushen, who came to the Central Plains with great ambition and planned to show off his skills, became the first soul of Ling Xujian to be born again.

　　The rumors in the rivers and lakes were not attractive to Su Ming at all.

　　Because everything that happened in Baijian Villa had nothing to do with him.

　　This is all caused by the intervention of Tianmen and Wushenjue Palace. The tragic deaths of those sect masters should be counted on Tianmen and Wushenjue Palace.

　　It is precisely because of this that the surviving Jianghu sect masters, as well as some loose kendo masters, spread the news of Wushenjue Palace all over the world.

　　But the organization of Tianmen is so hidden that no one knows their origins.

　　Even if you want to trace it, you can't find it.

　　When experts from all walks of life brought people to Baijian Villa, Su Ming had returned to Dao Sect without a sound.

　　The Dao School was established for several months, and the number of disciples gradually increased.

　　And by Xiaomeng personally instructing these disciples, it has begun to take shape.

　　These Daoist disciples who joined the sect were all people who believed in Daoist theory, and many of them started with art.

　　Su Ming doesn't mind this. Taoism pays attention to all ways of returning to the sect. In the end, everything is the same.

　　"Su Ming, this time, the matter of Baijian Villa has been spread all over the world, and the masters of various sects have suffered heavy losses."

　　"I heard that it is related to Wushenjue Palace, and there is another mysterious organization. It is precisely because of the intervention of these two sects that more than half of the masters of each sect were killed or injured."

　　"They have already begun to track down the main altar of Wushenjue Palace, and they want to eradicate Wushenjue Palace."

　　Mingyue was responsible for collecting the news in the arena and passing it on to Su Ming as soon as possible.

　　"There seems to be no such sect in Jianghu. Could it be that this sect is a hidden sect?"