Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 93 Heroes Save America
The hall was extremely quiet, only the snowbirds were chirping.

"Touch!" Jiang Shijia punched the coffee table beside him, and shouted loudly with firm eyes: "What do you martial arts seniors who are benefactors of the country think about this?!"

Dugu Changhui coughed lightly, without looking at Miao Wuhen at all, said in a deep voice: "You can send someone to review the evidence immediately, if it is true - you should be punished according to the national law!"

"Amitabha, the pure will be clear, the turbid will be turbid, who is true and who is false, after a trial, it will be clear." Master Jing put his hands together and said softly.

"I agree with Dugu Daoist and Master Jingxin." Mrs. Qiu said with a serious expression without a smile on her face.

"Hahaha..." Miao Wuhen burst out laughing suddenly, his appearance was crazy, his voice was piercing, echoed repeatedly in the hall, making people irritated.

Jiang Shijia turned to look at him, and shouted in a deep voice, "Master Miao, what's your opinion?"

Miao Wuhen slowly stopped laughing, his expression became cold and arrogant, his eyes turned into blades, he scanned the people in the hall, exhaled and said, "My opinion... more than 40 years ago, the dog thief Chen Xuting who was the guardian of southern Sichuan— —”

Jiang Shijia shouted in shock: "Shut up! Miao Wuhen, how dare you insult the late emperor—"

"You fucking shut up! Da Zhou's running dog!" Miao Wuhen showed a ferocious face, poured all his internal strength, and roared at Jiang Shijia.

The distance between the two was less than ten feet, and Jiang Shijia was swayed and slumped on the wooden chair by the sudden roar, covering his head, unable to speak for a moment in pain.

The sudden change surprised everyone.

Miao Wuhen showed grief and indignation, and said again: "Chen Xuting, that bastard conspired to rebel and summoned the leaders of the Qiang tribes, trying to threaten them to lead the rebellion together. He first asked my father's opinion, my father was highly respected among the leaders, and he made it clear Answer that dog thief, never let the peaceful life of the Qiang people be broken, and never let the Qiang people get involved in the bloody battle of your Han people...

Then he was killed by the dog thief, and then... a family of 37 people, men, women and children, were all killed!The whole tribe was divided up, and only a few people escaped and tipped off to me who was studying in Chengdu..."

The words Miao Wuhen confide made everyone dumbfounded, and for a moment they forgot to reprimand him for "the crime of insulting the founding emperor of Great Zhou face to face".

Although the iron-blooded Changhemen were also surprised, they still remained calm. Ye San asked in a deep voice: Are you a Qiang?

"That's right, I am a Qiang! I used to be a Qiang who admired Sinicization, but now I am a Qiang who is determined to revenge! The blood of my 38 relatives must be repaid with the blood of enough officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty!" He looked stern. As he spoke, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he slapped the thick and thick arm of the chair with his left hand. Amidst the sawdust flying, he actually pulled out an iron sword, and with a wave of his hand, the cold light rolled towards Jiang Shijia on the left hand side.

The snow bird on Miao Wuhen's shoulder felt the murderous aura, fluttered its wings, and flew away in an instant.

Jiang Shijia, however, was unable to dodge for a while because of the sword light coming very fast, and because of the turmoil in his body due to the roar. Seeing that the sword light was about to strike him, a string of Buddha beads flew towards him suddenly, knocking away the pool of sword light, And a figure also flashed in front of Jiang Shijia.

"Miss Smith." Miao Wuhen held a sharp sword, looked at the head of the Emei School in plain white monk robes, smiled mockingly, and called out her layman's name: "Do you still remember the gang led by that dog thief Chen Xuting more than 40 years ago?" The rebel army broke into the Chengdu Mansion, killed your father who was the magistrate, and insulted your mother. There was no one alive in the whole mansion. Your loyal old servant desperately protected you and fled to Mount Emei, so that you survived until now... you today You rescued this Da Zhou dog official with kindness, but did these lackeys of Da Zhou ever let anyone in your family be kind?!"

"Amitabha." The meditation teacher lowered her eyebrows and said softly: "There is no Smith here, only Emei Meditation."

Miao Wuhen pressed his right hand on the arm of the chair, laughed and said: "Yes, you have forgotten who Miss Smith is, but some people will never forget it in their lifetime."

"Miao Wuhen, you are courting death!" Dugu Changhui's eyes widened angrily, he roared, and swung the fly whisk in his hand, 380 four soft ponytails, under the infusion of her inner strength, turned out to be as straight as long sharp needles , so that the whole whisk was like a long sword without a point, piercing towards Miao Wuhen like lightning.

Miao Wuhen was prepared long ago, crushing the arm of the chair with his right hand, unexpectedly pulled out a long blue knife from it, and stirred it towards the flying whisk.

There was a "bang" sound, both of their bodies shook, the sky was full of fluff, the long knife was unharmed, but only the bare handle was left on the whisk.

Dugu Changhui was surprised, she had put all her strength into action just now, but she did not expect that Miao Wuhen, who has always been low-key, had the same internal strength as her own.

"Blue Sky Sword!" Mrs. Qiu exclaimed.

"Good eyesight." Miao Wuhen shook off the remaining ponytail hanging on the knife, and said with a sneer, "No wonder there are rumors that Mrs. Qiu has sharp eyes. It is difficult for any martial arts that you fancy—"

Before Miao Wuhen finished speaking, the long sword in his left hand pierced out with lightning, and there was a sound of "铛", a tiny silver bead flower was pierced by the sword point, and instantly shattered, turning into thousands of silver dots. Qi attacked Miao Wuhen.

Miao Wuhen was not afraid at all, his right wrist shook, and the long knife instantly turned into a circular light curtain on his chest.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..." After a series of pleasant sounds, the blue knife in Miao Wuhen's hand shone like jewels, his right hand trembled slightly, and these crystal slivers rolled down from the knife and scattered all over the ground.

"The art of flying flowers with silver needles is nothing more than that." Miao Wuhen held a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, looking down at everyone with a haughty aura, and said proudly: "The Bashu martial arts are all scumbags! In the past 30 years, I have no intention of revealing my true martial arts. , is longing for one day to integrate the Heavenly Sword and the Iron Sword into one, and be able to do more. Senior Ye, thanks to your Tianshan snow lotus, I am very grateful! Now I challenge you , do you dare to accept it?!"

Miao Wuhen's words aroused the anger of the crowd, but he then challenged Ye San to keep these people from being angry for a while. After all, Ye San is an old man in the martial arts, unless he refuses, others cannot easily interrupt this kind of behavior. It was the rules of the world to challenge, so even if Dugu Changhui and Mrs. Qiu were angry, they could only look at Ye San helplessly, hoping that he would say "no".

However, Ye San said calmly: "That's fine, I just wanted to see what it would be like to have a heavenly knife and an iron sword in one."

As he said that, his waist straightened, his back was no longer hunched, and he seemed to be standing in the middle of the hall at random, but suddenly gave people a sense of suffocation from Yuan Tingyue.

"Okay! Senior Ye is worthy of being the hero of the Great Zhou, and he will grow stronger and stronger!" Miao Wuhen walked forward slowly, holding the sword in his hand. It seemed that his eyes were always on Ye San, but in fact, his attention was on the left and right sides.Dugu Changhui, Mrs. Jingxin, and Mrs. Qiu did not stop her, which made him feel relieved.

When he reached the center of the hall, he just stood still, crossed his swords, and bowed briefly to Ye San: "Senior Ye, please enlighten me."

"I don't dare to teach you, what I want to do is to sacrifice your life to the dead brothers." Ye San's expression finally became a little serious.

"My life is here, take it if you have the ability." Miao Wuhen said calmly: "Look at the trick!"

The long sword in his left hand stabs out, this move is neither hasty nor slow, grand and grand, it is the suppressing martial art of Tiejianmen - subduing demon swordsmanship.

Ye Shan's hands suddenly turned red, and he struck out with his right palm facing the long sword.

"Iron Blood Alchemy Palm!" someone nearby exclaimed.

More than 30 years ago, Ye Wenbo, the head of the Jagged Changhe Sect, created this set of palms by drawing on the strengths of various martial arts palms and combining his experience in more than ten years of bloody battles with the Northern Man. Killing countless northern barbarian generals and soldiers is one of the reasons why he was nicknamed "Holding the Sky with One Hand".

The God Palm that shocked the world reappeared, how could it not make the people present excited.

The long sword was about to collide with the iron palm, but suddenly the sword's momentum changed, changing from stabbing to slashing, and the suddenly accelerating long sword turned into a silver light, cutting towards Ye San from top to bottom.

Turn a sword into a knife! … Xue Chang's eyes widened. Although Miao Wuhen only used this move, he could see that it was many times stronger than Yu Dongge who fought against him that day.

Changing from a majestic swordsmanship to an extremely ferocious swordsmanship is so natural and smooth, with no traces visible, and the timing and rhythm are extremely precise. Xue Chang thought to himself that if he confronted him, he might have just struck You have to be recruited.

However, it was Ye San who confronted Miao Wuhen, this old man who had experienced countless bloody battles and was killed from the sea of ​​corpses. When he closed his palms calmly, he actually clamped the astonishing long sword in his palms. among.

Next, Miao Wuhen's response was equally astonishing. He let go of the sword, jumped up, and put his foot on the handle of the sword.

The internal strength plus the weight of the whole body weighed on the sharp sword, it was more than a thousand catties.

However, Ye San gave a soft shout, and pushed his palms together, the long sword retreated instead of advancing.

However, Miao Wuhen took advantage of his opponent's push to jump high to the top of the dome, and then fell down at a faster speed. The blue knife in his hand turned into a flying meteor, stabbing Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man separately.

Everyone didn't expect Miao Wuhen to attack the mighty Ye San at the same time, they were all surprised.

Miao Wuhen's attack was sudden, but Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man were mediocre. One hand squeezed the colorful beads, and the other clenched their fists, ready to give Miao Wuhen a head-on blow.

Unexpectedly, the Nan Dao suddenly trembled, making deafening noises.

The two were caught off guard, their movements were a little slow, and the sword light was already on their bodies.

"This is Thunder Sword Art?!" Mrs. Qiu exclaimed. Of course, she has seen Thunder Sword Art, another unique school of Iron Sword Sect, many times, but this is the first time she has seen Thunder Sword Art with a knife. Swordsmanship.

"It's not just the Thunder Swordsmanship." Dugu Changhui looked at the field with a solemn expression, and said with hatred: "There is also the ultimate move in the Qingtian Swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect - Tiandi Goulian. It seems that this dog thief really used the Heavenly Sword It has merged with the iron sword!"

Just as Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man hurriedly responded to Miao Wuhen's attack, Miao Haoxuan and Mo Hongwu, who had retreated to the entrance of the hall, quietly jumped to the center of the hall, and attacked the young man in white clothes from the left and right sides, intending to It was captured in one fell swoop.

The young man in white clothes was engrossed in watching Ye San and Miao Wuhen's fierce fight, completely unprepared.

On the other hand, the young man in yellow suit beside him kept his attention on his companions. When he saw the two rushing forward suddenly, he roared and drew out his long sword, transforming into two sword flowers, stabbing them separately.

His sword was fast, and Miao Haoxuan's sword was not slow. With a flash of cold light, he heard the sound of "dang", and blocked the long sword of the young man in yellow clothes.

At the same time, Mo Hongwu rushed behind the young man in white clothes like a tiger descending from the mountain.

At this time, Ye San in the middle of the hall was still far away from the youth in white clothes, Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man were still dealing with Miao Wuhen's attack, and the youth in yellow clothes was blocked by Miao Haoxuan again... The youth in white clothes was awakened by the roar of his companions, Looking back hastily, Mo Hongwu's big palm had already stretched out in front of his eyes, his face paled, and it was too late to resist.

Seeing that he could pinch the opponent's Jianjing acupoint and control this mysterious young man in white clothes in his hands, Mo Hongwu was feeling excited when he suddenly saw a person break into his field of vision and punched him in the ribs.He recognized this person, the ghost under the knife who escaped luckily in the hot spring post killing plan.

I can't let you escape this time! ... Mo Hongwu grinned ferociously, his right hand remained unchanged, and his left hand, which had been idle at first, exerted enough internal force to strike out loudly.

Xue Chang was located behind the young man in white clothes, just on the way Mo Hongwu was advancing, so although he was also paying close attention to the fight in the hall, he still discovered Mo Hongwu's surprise attack before the young man in white clothes.

Mo Hongwu rushed forward with his huge body, and Xue Chang was terrified by the amazing aura he produced, but he still punched to save him without hesitation.

And when Mo Hongwu waved his palm to hit him, and the strong wind of the palm hit his face, although he was frightened, he still didn't dodge, but roared, turning his fist into a palm, and unexpectedly the strike came first, and the right palm hit solidly. He took Mo Hongwu's left palm forcibly, which was the only move he knew in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms - Kanglong Yougui.

"Roar!" There was a roar like a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar, Xue Chang stepped back four or five steps in a row, and sat down on the ground.Immediately a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Mo Hongwu couldn't stop taking two steps back, he felt the energy and blood in his body surging, and he couldn't help being surprised.

From Miao Wuhen's appearance to invite a fight to Mo Hongwu's failed sneak attack, it was only a few short rounds.In the blink of an eye, the situation on the field changed so much that everyone in the hall was dumbfounded.

"The villain is looking for death!" The young man in white clothes who escaped from the danger opened his eyes wide and angry, and even his voice became hoarse under the agitation of his mood.He drew out his sword and stabbed fiercely.

After the sword was unsheathed, it was like a pool of flowing autumn water, or like a meandering and flickering silver snake. The sword was halfway, and the bitter chill had pierced into the skin.

Mo Hongwu was startled by the sharpness of the sword, but he still forced his internal strength and gritted his teeth. He drew out the long sword with his left hand, turned into a thunderbolt, and tried his best to block the stabbing silver light.The right hand is ready to go, trying to capture the opponent again.

The sound of thunder stopped abruptly, and the silver light flashed across, like a knife cutting tofu, continuously and easily cut off the long sword, and cut off half of Mo Hongwu's palm.

(End of this chapter)