The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 376
"Immortals, after all, are not something that warriors in the world can match..."

In the face of the powerful blow of the boxing god, Zhao Yu was even calmer than before.

In the current Dagan Jianghu, it is more cautious to say that Zhao Yu kicked down ten or eight immortals in Wudang Mountain with one kick.

To be exaggerated, Zhao Yu directly kicked down hundreds of people...

Let's not talk about whether there are so many immortals, even if there are, standing still and letting Zhao Yu kick each other can still kick Zhao Yu out of arthritis!
And Zhao Yu, who was in it, understood even more that even if he tried his best at that time, it was impossible to have too much influence on the immortal.

In the end, if Zhang Laodao hadn't woken up in time for a hundred years, he would have become a puddle of meat at that time!
And this also caused Zhao Yu to underestimate his own strength...

There is only one entry in the division of Daqian realm.

Those who can radiate strength through the body, attach to weapons, and extend strength are called masters.

But apart from this, there is no relative hierarchy among Wufu.

In other words, even if Zhang Laodao entered the world, people who don't recognize him can only know that the fat old man is a master after he has shot.

But as to how high, no one can be sure.

Only the martial arts cultivation base of the enemy can set off one's own realm.

That day when he fought against the immortal outside the Tianmen on the top of Wudang Mountain, even if Zhao Yu tried his best, he could only rely on the characteristics of the deer-cutting knife to break the immortal's arm.

But Zhao Yu, who was in the battle, could also notice that the broken arm, which is a serious injury to an ordinary person, can be healed in a blink of an eye to an immortal.

Therefore, after Zhao Yu clicked on Tianji Moke Wuliang, he didn't realize that there was something special about this exercise.

But at this moment, facing the master of boxing with murderous intent, Zhao Yu performed Mo Ke Wuliang again, only to realize that this magical skill is really terrifying!
Facing the extremely fierce boxing god, Zhao Yu just opened his arms.

When the boxing god's fist containing endless killing intent reached half a foot on his forehead, Zhao Yu's opened upper arm slightly closed...

Silence, deathly silence!

The fist mixed with the force of wind and thunder was just frozen halfway beyond Zhao Yu's forehead, and it was difficult to penetrate even an inch.

And the terrifying energy emanating from the whole body of the boxing god was also forced back into the body by an inexplicable energy in the blink of an eye.

As Zhao Yu's arms slowly closed, there was a slight sound of bone cracking, which came from the boxing god in front of him.

"The old Taoist is right..."

At this moment, Zhao Yu didn't pay attention to the God of Boxing at all, but what Zhang Laodao said on Xiaolian Peak appeared in his mind.

Invincible in the world for a hundred years, it is probably still the same after entering the Heavenly Gate!

When I heard the old Taoist say it, I felt that Niubi was a bit pretentious.

But Zhao Yu, who is now running Mo Ke Wuliang, understands that what the sloppy Taoist said is true!

As Zhao Yu's arms slowly closed, the martial arts god who was close at hand suddenly stretched out the muscles and veins all over his body, and the blood vessels propped up the skin, and he could clearly see the scene of blood rushing past.

Especially the pair of eyeballs of the boxing god, with the movement of Zhao Yu's arms, gradually protruded from the eye sockets.

The pupils of the pupils are already full of blood.

bang...

As Zhao Yu's arms were completely closed, the Kung Fu God, who was still murderous just a moment ago, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The people present were all horrified!
His strength is as terrifying as a boxing god, and he is not the enemy of the young man in front of him?
escape! ! !
After the shock, the word popped up in the minds of the two of them.

Zhu Wushi took the lead in sweeping back and went straight to the inner courtyard of the palace.

Jue Wushen glanced coldly at Zhao Yu in the blood mist, knowing that if he stayed here again, he would definitely die.

You know, he came up with the idea of ​​beheading those women and children and hanging their heads on the city wall!

Since Zhao Yu came here for revenge, he would not let Zhu Wushi, the emperor of the Central Plains, go first, and then himself.

Thinking of this, Jue Wushen no longer has the slightest hesitation, and wants to plunder outside the imperial city as soon as he moves.

He guessed that although Zhao Yu had killed the boxing god, but his senior brother's fist was so fierce, Zhao Yu must have suffered serious injuries.

At this time, he had absolutely no desire to leave, and no one in the entire capital could stop him!

"puff……"

Unexpectedly, Jue Wushen's figure had just swept up, and before he had crossed the city wall, he spurted a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and then fell headlong and fell directly.

"Old man... Poisoned?!"

Jue Wushen turned his internal breath slightly, but felt that the viscera were twisted like a knife, his tendons were numb, and his internal breath was loose like sea sand.

"Yes, you are poisoned!"

Just when Jue Wushen was surprised, there was an extremely familiar voice behind him.

Absolutely Wushen raised his head and looked at the person coming.

Desperate! !
"Juexin, you are the old man's own son, why did you do such a rebellious thing like killing your father?"

Jue Wushen stared at Jue Xin who was slowly walking forward, and vomited out a mouthful of dark brown blood again under the colic in his internal organs.

"My own son?"

A gloomy look flashed across Jue Xin's shoehorn face.

He walked up to Absolutely Wushen one step at a time, stretched out one hand and clasped Absolutely Wushen's neck, and said through gritted teeth, "Yes, I am your biological son. desire..."

"Zhu ignores?!"

Absolutely Wushen is extremely talented in martial arts, and his brain is also very good.

He understood right away that Zhu ignored and feared his own martial arts strength, and thus conspired with this traitor.

Without him, there is no one to suppress Jue Xin.

As the eldest son, Jue Xin has naturally become the new master of Wushen Jue Palace.

As for Jue Tian...

Jue Wushen is naturally very clear that Jue Tian and Yan Ying will die when Jue Xin returns to Japan.

Of course, maybe Yan Ying won't die...

"Hahaha!"

After hearing Jue Wushen's words, Jue Xin sneered.

Looking at his son's expression at the moment, no one knew that he had guessed wrong.

But apart from Zhu Wushi, he couldn't think of anyone else who could make Wushenjue Palace the master of the Central Plains martial arts.

Jue Xin didn't talk too much, the hands clasping Jue Wushen's neck filled with energy.

"Forgive...forgive, forgive..."

Click!

There was a sound of bone cracking, and Absolutely Wushen's head drooped completely, but he didn't say the last word after all.

"Father, don't blame your son for being cruel and merciless, all of this is thanks to you!"

"Zhu Wushi? He doesn't have the good fortune to be a stable leader."

"But you don't have to worry. What you want to do, my son will definitely do it for you. You can go at ease!"

……

Staring at Jue Wushen's corpse, Jue Xin murmured a few words to himself in a low voice, then reached into his bosom, and took out a sharp short knife from it.

Looking at Jue Wushen who had already died of anger, a morbid grin appeared on Jue Xin's face.

Immediately under this creepy grin, this 'filial son' stepped forward and cut off Jue Wushen's head with his own hands!

(End of this chapter)