The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 361 Hero Sword

Absolutely Wushen's martial arts talent was fully displayed at this moment.

When he was in Foren Temple, after seeing Zhao Yu cast the golden bell, he missed this martial art.

After going down the mountain, he immediately dispatched his men to Shaolin Temple to steal the secret script from the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

Of course, the golden bell cover stolen by his subordinate Guichaluo was copied by the eminent monks of later generations, and the authentic version of the Eight Classics has already entered Zhao Yu's pocket.

But even so, after getting the golden bell cover, Yijue Wushen's understanding of martial arts, he can see at a glance that if he wants to practice this magical skill successfully, it will not be completed overnight.

For this reason, Jue Wushen relied on his own talent and borrowed the secret books stolen by his subordinates to deduce this invincible skill.

The vigorous air flows out of the whole body, wrapping it in it.

Impeccable!

Wuming frowned slightly, and then pointed at Chengjian's right hand and turned, countless sword qi shot out from his whole body, heading straight for Jue Wushen who displayed the immortal golden body.

boom!
The sword energy collided with the energy of Jue Wushen's whole body, and the tyrannical energy instantly lifted countless bluestone slabs around him.

Even the people standing far away were forced to retreat again and again by the force of the explosion.

As for those ghosts who couldn't move, there were no bones left.

Slowly, the dust settled.

Everyone was surprised to see Jue Wushen standing there without moving a bit.

Especially Zhu Wushi, looking at Jue Wushen who was unharmed at the moment, a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes.

Until this moment, when this self-proclaimed nameless martial artist appeared, he was able to get a glimpse of Jue Wushen's true strength.

How can someone who can get to Zhu Wushi's position be a fool with a head full of gaolianghuazi?
Seeing the two confronting each other on the dragon road, he was terrified.

Originally, he felt that even if Juewushen's martial arts cultivation is powerful, there must be a limit, right?

Moreover, although there are a lot of masters in his Dongpu Wushenjue Palace, the overall number is only a few thousand.

Even if Jue Wushen has some ghostly intentions, it is impossible for him to ignore Zhu Wushen's opponent.

But now, Zhu Wushi's mind has changed.

If Jue Wushen really took advantage of his name to take control of the Central Plains, then relying on Zhu Wushi's methods and martial arts cultivation alone would definitely not be able to suppress it!

Central Plains martial arts?

Looking at Jue Wushen who was fighting against Wuming on the dragon road at this moment, Zhu Wushou felt a slight twitch in his heart.

This guy who keeps saying that he only wants to dominate the martial arts world, when he really gains a foothold in the Central Plains, I'm afraid he wants more than just a mere Central Plains martial arts world!

Here Zhu Wushi's thoughts turned sharply, while the two men over there did not stop at all.

Wuming's cultivation base has already passed the mystery, but it seems that there is no way to get the immortal golden body of Jue Wushen.

Although Jue Wushen has a tortoise shell on top of it, he seems a little timid when he makes a move.

The two clashed several times, and the fierce sword energy and terrifying fist force lifted a large area of ​​the dragon road outside Fengtian Hall.

boom!
Jue Wushen became more courageous as he fought, and he found that even he was still muttering about the tyranny of the immortal golden body.

Wuming's sword intent is fierce, but he is still helpless with his immortal golden body.

This made Jue Wushen gradually let go of his hands and feet in the confrontation with Wuming.

Killing punches came out frequently, forcing Wuming to retreat steadily.

"Exiting the Central Plains will keep you safe!"

Seeing Wuming who was at a disadvantage, he still had a merciful appearance of a savior at this moment, and said indifferently to Jue Wushen who was in full swing not far away.

"kill!!"

Jue Wushen sneered, and then his fists interlaced, and countless punches shot out, completely sealing Wuming's retreat.

"Um?!"

Seeing that the unknown general was about to be killed by his fist, Jue Wushen frowned slightly at this moment, and looked sideways at the left armpit.

The indestructible golden body that was originally invulnerable, but at this moment it is showing its cover.

The golden bell jar is originally a Buddhist classic, and it is invincible after practice, but it still has a sense of compassion after all.

But Jue Wushen practiced killing fist, but only focused on killing intent.

Under the conflict between the two, once the killing intent skyrocketed, the indestructible golden body that was born out of the golden bell cover would naturally show its cover.

Whoosh!
When the berserk fist slammed in front of Wuming, a cold light came from outside the Chengtian Gate and pierced into the terrifying fist.

In the blink of an eye, the strength of the fist that was in front of Wuming was shattered by this cold light.

It was only at this time that he could see clearly that the cold light was a sword with a restrained divine splendor.

After the sword shattered the strength of his fist, he didn't stop for a moment, and went straight to the distance not far away, showing absolutely no spirit behind the door.

"God has the virtue of good life, I don't want to kill evil sooner, and please leave the Central Plains immediately!"

The long sword stopped strangely two inches outside the door of Ju Wushen's hood, above the tip of the sword, the sword energy faltered.

As for Wuming, he showed mercy once again.

Looking at Jue Wushen who had already been defeated, he said calmly.

Wuming, who is full of blood, has a really sharp hand style!
"Humph!"

Jue Wushen snorted coldly, turned around and strode out of the palace.

Wuming, who was defeated by Absolute Wushen, stretched out his right hand slightly, and the heroic sword hovering in mid-air fell into his hand like a psychic.

"Shenhou intends to take over the world, but must not forget the words of the sages..."

Wuming, holding the hero sword, turned to look at Zhu Wushi, who was wearing a dragon robe outside the Fengtian Temple, and said flatly: "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different!"

After saying that, Wuming turned around, and his figure disappeared on the dragon road outside Fengtian Hall in an instant.

Hearing Wuming's words, Zhu Wushi's face turned livid.

This Dagan, he, the helm of Hulong Villa, is getting more and more incomprehensible!
In the world of martial arts, when did there appear so many masters of cultivation?
With these people around, how can he sit comfortably on the dragon chair that is at his fingertips?
Fortunately, after Wuming and Jue Wushen left, no one in the imperial city could threaten him for the time being.

Zhu ignored turning around, and walked into Fengtian Hall with the civil and military ministers who had already taken refuge in him.

In the end, his butt landed firmly on the dragon chair that he had been thinking about for decades.

……

The imperial concubine is dead...

He died silently in the Taimiao, under the spiritual throne enshrining the ancestors of the Daqian ancestors.

The Daqian Dynasty seems to have finally fallen into Zhu Wushi's hands.

But this is only what it seems!

Zhu Wushi knew in his heart that if he really wanted to sit firmly on the chair under his buttocks, he needed one more thing!
At night, after curfew.

Zhu Wushi, who had already changed into a dragon robe and was waiting for the ancestor worship to be announced to the world, could justifiably become the emperor, but at this time, he left the palace alone.

Outside the Chengtian Gate, someone was leading a carriage, bowing and waiting for a long time.

"master……"

Seeing Zhu Wushi's arrival, Feng Lidao, who turned into a groom, immediately knelt down under the carriage.

After dressing up in disguise, Zhu Wushi smiled slightly, then stepped on Feng Lidao's back, and got into the carriage that Feng Lidao had already prepared.

The carriage went all the way to Rouge Street.

Outside an inconspicuous hooked gate, the carriage stopped.

Feng Lidao, who turned into a servant, led Zhu Wushi in disguise, and walked into this ordinary family's Goulan.

(End of this chapter)