Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　The surrounding internal guards, facing the countless hidden weapons that Zhao Banshan had instilled with internal strength, could not get close at all.

　　The thousand-handed Tathagata's hidden weapon skill is no trivial matter, and it will hit Chu Zhaonan in just a moment.

　　Chu Zhaonan poured his inner strength into the Dragon Sword, and the sword energy that killed his life left more than ten bloodstains on Taoist Wuchen.

　　Faced with the choice between his own death and the death of others, Chu Zhaonan Jianfeng paused and wanted to protect himself, and Taoist Wuchen also temporarily won a place to breathe.

　　At this moment, a pliable whisk swayed all over the sky.

　　Even the head of Mount Tai, the Taoist of Tianmen, would call out his uncle's Yu Zhenzi, and danced a whisk woven with celestial silk mixed with gold and silver threads, knocking Zhao Banshan's hidden weapon to the ground.

　　"Fatty Zhao, how about letting Pindao play with you?"

　　Yu Zhenzi with lustful eyes said this. Before he finished speaking, Fuchen was thrown to the ground by him, took the sword in his hand, and the swordsmanship of Mount Tai unfolded.

　　"Promiscuous way, stop being mad!"

　　Zhao Banshan waved out several silver needles, and met Yu Zhenzi's majestic Mount Tai swordsmanship.

　　Unexpectedly, Yuzhenzi's sword edge just flicked off the silver needle, and the sword edge left a bloodstain on Zhao Banshan's body.

　　Bang!

　　At such a close distance, Zhao Banshan's hidden weapon techniques are useless, and he can only use a set of delicate Wudang cotton palms to meet the enemy.

　　When internal forces collided, Zhao Banshan was certainly a master, but Yu Zhenzi, who was facing the realm of a master, was no match at all.

　　The body trembled, and the slate under his feet shattered, causing Yu Zhenzi's internal force to take a few steps back.

　　"Suffer to death!"

　　Yuzhenzi has mastered the essence of the Taishan swordsmanship, and he has repeatedly attacked the Taishan faction. No one is his opponent, and he stabbed three swords one after another.

　　Happy three!

　　In the Taishan School, most of the disciples of the Jade character can make this move, but it only has its shape and no spirit. No one can transform the path of Taishan into it like the real son of Yuzhen. Both.

　　Zhao Banshan was injured by Yuzhenzi's move, and there were bloodstains on his left chest and both palms.

　　"drink!"

　　Wen Tailai, who is nicknamed "Running Thunder Hand", used his thunderclap. Every time he made a move, he would shout loudly. The combination of the palm technique and the shouting sound was like a wind and thunder, and his power was extraordinary. Thor is born.

　　Yuanyang Dao Luo Bing accompanied her husband, and cooperated with her husband with a lancet, beheading the Qing palace guards who rushed to their side.

　　The two of them have been married for many years and have a tacit understanding. They can know what the other party is thinking with just one look.

　　"Hehehe, why don't you let the ancestors come to play with you!"

　　Seeing that Yuzhenzi also made a move, the ancestor of the blood knife could not help but feel a little itchy. He stepped forward to the Wentailai couple and took the initiative to invite him to fight.

　　While speaking, this famously lustful old bald donkey did not forget to look at Luo Bing with those obscene eyes.

　　Wen Tailai, Luo Bing and his wife recognized the famous blood knife ancestor, and the charming young woman Luo Bing felt even more uncomfortable when she was seen by the old bald donkey, as if being touched by his thief's hands.

　　"Old thief, you are courting death!"

　　Luo Bingjiao shouted, and a pair of lancet knives came out at the same time, beheading the ancestor of the blood knife, the light of the knife was dazzling.

　　"Bing'er!"

　　Worrying about his beloved wife, Wen Tailai slammed his palm out and slammed into the heart of the ancestor of the blood knife.

　　"Hey!" The ancestor of the blood knife smiled strangely, "What a pungent little girl, it seems that the ancestor needs me to tune in well."

　　Before he finished speaking, the bloody knife drooped down, and the strange and strange swordsmanship cut out from an unbelievable angle, neutralizing Wentailai's offensive.

　　There is also a blood-red saber qi blooming on the blood knife, like a tough blood-red silk thread, floating in front of the blood knife ancestor.

　　clang!

　　Luo Bing's double knives confronted the blood knife ancestor's knife qi, which was no different from a mayfly shaking a tree, his delicate body trembled, and he retreated again and again.

　　At this moment, the words of the ancestor of the blood knife entered the ears of Wen Tailai and his wife.

　　"presumptuous!"

　　Wen Tailai was furious when he heard the blood knife ancestor's idea of ​​hitting his beloved wife, disregarding the disparity between himself and the blood knife ancestor, he shot three palms in succession, and slammed the blood knife ancestor to kill 0 ......

　　"Seek your own way!"

　　The reputation of the ancestor of the blood knife is not much better than that of the old star monster Ding Chunqiu, and even more stinky than Ding Chunqiu's reputation.

　　Ding Chunqiu can live to seven or eighty years, mostly because of his strange and vicious Hua Gong Dafa, as well as his superb poisonous skills.

　　And the ancestor of the blood knife can survive to this day, half of it is the blessing of combat experience he has gained from fighting in his life, and the other half is that his martial arts are indeed not to be underestimated.

　　The blood knife whistled, and every move slashed at an impossible position. The internal strength was extremely strange but also powerful.

　　puff!

　　Even a master of the same level would not provoke the ancestor of the blood knife until it was a last resort, and he would die under his blood knife technique if he was not careful, not to mention that Wen Tailai was not a master of the same level as the ancestor of the blood knife.

　　The blood knife completely broke Wen Tailai's thunder palm, and took advantage of the situation to cut several openings on Wen Tailai's body, and the blood dyed him red.That is to say, Wentailai's Qinggong side is not bad, otherwise he would have been separated.

　　"Fourth Brother!"

　　Seeing that her husband was injured by the blood knife ancestor, Luo Bing cried with tears in her eyes.

　　"Bing'er, hurry up!"

　　Wen Tailai looked around with a pair of tiger eyes and saw a picture of despair. Most of the safflower masters who came to assassinate Kangxi were killed by the swords of the guards in the Qing court. Only seven or eight people, including their couple, were left to work hard. support.

　　Knowing that failure is inevitable, Wen Tailai is worried about the safety of his beloved wife, and is even more afraid that his beloved wife will fall into the hands of the lewd monk Yu Zhenzi and the ancestor of the blood knife, and urge her to leave.

　　"No, I'm not leaving!"

　　Luo Bing was entangled with the inner guard who rushed to his side, and couldn't bear to leave her husband.

　　"Hey, none of you can run today!" The blood knife ancestor laughed lewdly, and cut out several knives again. The strange internal strength blessed the blood knife technique, and the power was more than doubled.

　　The whistling of the blade seemed to outline a sea of ​​corpses and blood, covering Wen Tailai in it.

　　Bang!

　　Facing the terrible swordsmanship of the ancestor of the blood knife, Wen Tailai ignored the blade and slammed into the arms of the ancestor of the blood knife. He stretched out his arms and hugged the opponent firmly, letting the blood knife leave nearly a hundred holes on his body.

　　"Bing'er, let's go!" Wen Tailai, who was covered in blood, hugged the ancestor of the blood knife tightly, and roared again. .

Chapter 135

　　"Go away for me!"

　　The ancestor of the blood knife was hugged by Wentailai, and he was very angry. He punched Wentailai with one punch and a knife, shaking Wentailai's internal organs, and blood poured out of Wentailai like water without money.

　　However, Wen Tailai has no intention of dying. In order to protect the safety of his beloved wife, he firmly holds the ancestor of the blood knife with his blood, and does not give the other party a chance to escape.

　　"Fourth Brother!"

　　Seeing the miserable appearance of her beloved husband, Luo Bing had tears in her beautiful eyes, and the tears rolled down her eyes like pearls with broken strings.

　　But at this level, Luo Bing also understood that he couldn't stay here for a long time.

　　puff!

　　Just in time, the sound of the sword piercing the heart sounded.

　　Chu Zhaonan, relying on the advantage of the sword, fought against Daoist Wuchen for dozens of moves, and a deadly sword energy broke through Daoist Wuchen's defense and pierced the opponent's heart.

　　The sharp blade pierced through his heart, and Taoist Wuchen's tall body fell to the sky, countless images tumbling in his eyes, and finally condensed on a body he thought he had forgotten.

　　That, the woman who cheated him to cut off his arm in the past and never married since then 05!

　　"Second brother, fourth brother!"

　　Chen Jialuo saw that Taoist Wuchen and Wen Tailai were killed, his eyes were full of grief and anger, and his eyes seemed to burst out of their sockets.

　　The plan that he thought was inevitable was completely seen by the opponent, and all the masters of the Safflower Club were lost, and Chen Jialuo was inexplicably sad.

　　In the future, what will I look like when I go to see my adoptive father under Jiuquan?

　　"God emperor, take your life!"

　　Thinking like this, Chen Jialuo roared when he saw Emperor Kangxi who was in the distance with the old god.

　　Shufangzhai was originally the place to watch operas in the Qing Palace (to complain, Huanzhugege's gang was arranged in Shufangzhai, it seems that Grandma Qiongyao also thought that what they did was a farce and a good show to the Qing Palace), Sino In the open, Kangxi ambush the inner guards in Shufangzhai, and rushed out like a swarm.

　　There are endless guards in the big inner circle, and it is extremely difficult for the experts of the Safflower Society to take a step towards Kangxi's position.

　　At this time, the dignitaries in the Qing court had put aside their fear of assassins and regarded everything that had happened as a rare pastime.

　　Capturing the expressions of contempt, disdain, mockery, etc. on the faces, Chen Jialuo, who brought Honghuahui to the present level with one hand, suddenly felt the heart of burning jade and stone.

　　Chen Jialuo mobilized his inner strength, and the pure and pure skill that had been cultivated for more than ten years boiled in his body like a surging tide.

　　The blade of the sword in his hand was stained with a dazzling blood color, like a blood sword.

　　Clang!

　　Chen Jialuo slashed out with his sword, and the body of the sword turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt. At an extremely fast speed, he kissed the necks of the more than ten internal guards who besieged him.

　　The imperial guards in the Qing Palace were not only the noble children of the Jurchens, but also the people from the rivers and lakes who were recruited by the Qing court with their glory and wealth.

　　Chen Jialuo's martial arts are placed in the entire land of Shenzhou, and it is no more than that, but in this big Qing Jianghu, the nine characters of Chen Jialuo, the helmsman of the Safflower Club, are a well-known golden signboard!

　　In the face of Chen Jialuo who was fighting for his life, the dozen or so guards in the inner court only felt a pain in their necks, and they died in Huangquan, and their bodies spread out like a fan.

　　With one sword killing more than a dozen guards, Chen Jialuo breathed for a while, and the sword merged into one, turning into a blood-colored rainbow light, and shot at Emperor Kangxi.

　　This sword condensed all of Chen Jialuo's energy, and even his life, just to kill Kangxi on the spot.

　　In an instant, Chen Jialuo's figure disappeared, leaving only a zhang-long, crystal-clear blood sword between heaven and earth.

　　On the chaotic battlefield, regardless of the enemy or the enemy, they were attracted by Chen Jialuo's life-threatening move, and the movements were also a meal, as if the world had lost its voice.

　　The first to bear the brunt, Kangxi, who faced Chen Jialuo's sword, his hair stood on end.

　　Kangxi wanted to escape subconsciously, but his body was locked by Chen Jialuo's move. Even if he wanted to escape, his limbs were not controlled at all.

　　The dignified king of the Qing Dynasty, the ruler of the Qing Dynasty, one of the four major empires in China, was killed by Chen Jialuo's sword, and he was buried for a Jianghu grassy man who he usually looked down on and never really cared about!