The strongest invincible master

Chapter 169 Leaders of the Eighteen Halls

Yun Yi has already entered the Tai Chi Hall, he did not kill the sword king Meng Shentong.

Jiu Feng is dead, and if he loses another sword master, Jun Wu fear will immediately rush to Shunchang City to find him and give an explanation to his subordinates, even if he is nostalgic for the rare treasure of the fantasy sea.

I am practicing the Broken Art here, and the effect is very good. Famous wine and beautiful women entertain each other, and the world of mortal games is a dream. At this time, Yun Yi does not want to see Jun Wu fear.

Give him a face, I don't know how long it can be delayed, the sword king is also an arrogant person, and he will not embarrass ordinary people.

Yun Yi gave this face very freely, but Meng Shentong behind him looked at the door of the hall for a long time with an extremely complicated expression.

……

Four black shadows stood in the hall, like ghosts, and eight ghost-like eyes shot at Yun Yi.

Yun Yi didn't stop, he could feel a big battle breaking out in the center of Tai Chi Hall.

Although he didn't know what kind of battle it was, the intensity made him feel frightened.

The four shadows didn't expect someone to break in, so they were surprised, and immediately separated two people to meet them.

There are only two old men, one is tall and has a handsome appearance, while the other is very obscene, with an obscene and flinching look like a bustard.

Yun Yi drew out his sword, piercing the tall old man with a howling roar.

When he put his palms together, the man wanted to use his hands to cover the sky, as if his whole body was made of iron bones.

"Zheng."

Zhetian was actually caught in his palm, beating like a fish out of water.

The other person's face changed, and he shouted: "Be careful."

How can the people who can enter the hall be so helpless.

As soon as the old man succeeded, he didn't laugh out loud, but he heard a muffled groan, a small hole appeared between his eyebrows, and a stream of dirty blood shot out.

"Third." In fact, the three of them didn't have time to rescue them, their faces changed drastically, and three sharp palm winds enveloped Yun Yi.

In just a flash, Yun Yi had already floated to the right corner of the palace, covering the sky like a dragon, rushing towards the top of the palace.

The flowers were falling, and the sword light was dazzling, but these three people regarded the sword light as nothing. They knew that the real ultimate move was not there, but in Yun Yi's hands.

Turning qi into a sword, the sword qi disappears, this is the most terrifying.

But they were wrong, the most terrifying thing was not the sword qi, but Yun Yi.

Hanging Sword Air Strike!

This is the unique skill in the second form of Shimen Kung Fu, and it is the first time that Zhetian has perfectly demonstrated it.

The peaches, plums, and pears smile, and the flowers are heartbreaking.

When the three of them realized that the sword energy was unmatched, they knew they had been fooled, and when they resisted in panic, Yun Yi had already rushed over and never looked back.

Three screams rang out one after another from behind, and the three figures shrank and fell to the ground weakly.

……

In the depths of the hall, a powerful aura rushed towards his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of Yun Yi's mouth.

There is such a master in the palace of Wu Kingdom, it is really not to be underestimated.

When he came into view, he saw two people standing still, four people lined up behind a black shadow, and behind a white-haired old man stood the Emperor Jianming of Wu Kingdom, Concubine Jiang and others.

Yun Yi stopped. He was frightened by the strength of the aura. This was a competition that could threaten him. It showed how strong both sides were.

Following Yun Yi's joining, Emperor Jianming showed a smile on his face.

"Marquis Wenchang came just in time to kill these rebellious officials and thieves!"

Yun Yi has already seen that the old man has reached the point where his lamps are exhausted, but the black figure is still able to do a job with ease.

The leader of the Eighteen Halls is actually so powerful!
Those four people, one is Thutuo, an old man in sapphire blue clothes, a Taoist, and a bald man in brocade clothes.

"Shibatang's appearance is really gratifying and congratulatory." While speaking, Yun Yi stretched out his right hand and sent out a sharp palm wind, striking between the two people who were competing.

"You dare!"

Those four people naturally saw that the leader of their family had gained the upper hand, and they would win in a short time, so they naturally did not allow Yun Yi to destroy it, and the four of them rushed towards Yun Yi at the same time.

"retreat……"

The black figure yelled loudly, which shocked the four people and stopped their strength.

But seeing a strong force coming, the four of them resisted hastily, how could they bear such a heavy blow, amidst the miserable groans, the four of them fell to the ground like a boulder, making several loud noises.

Yun Yi made a move, but it didn't feel good, he only drew out a sliver of the two's skills, and his own blood was very violent.

It is conceivable how profound the skills of the two contestants are.

"graft."

The black figure was able to speak aloud, and his eyes moved over.

"It's you?"

After seeing Yun Yi clearly, the man made a sound of surprise.

Yun Yi didn't expect that he actually knew her. Seeing him carrying the black mask, he immediately understood that he seemed to be an acquaintance.

"I don't know if you can show your true colors to others?"

The man didn't speak, but suddenly withdrew his power and floated back a distance.

The pressure dropped suddenly, and the old man knelt down on one knee, seeing that the situation was already exhausted.

Emperor Jianming supported him, "Eunuch Hai, how are you doing?"

The Eunuch Hai sat cross-legged on the ground to adjust his breath, and said slowly: "Marquis Wenchang arrived in time, the old slave is no match for the leader of the Eighteenth Hall."

The black-faced man looked at Eunuch Hai, then at Yun Yi, and suddenly chuckled.

"It's interesting, the relationship is a bit messy."

Everyone didn't understand what he meant, and he didn't give any explanation, but turned his head slowly and looked at Yun Yi carefully.

"I've been away from the Jianghu for a long time. I don't think you have such skill. It's incredible."

At this time, Yun Yi's Qi and blood were calm, and he sensed a familiar smell that seemed to be absent, so he couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

"who I am?'

The man murmured to himself and said: "I have forgotten who I am. As a killer, I forget even when I should forget. I also forget when I shouldn't."

The four of them stood up and stood behind their leader.

"Boss, do him!" the man in brocade yelled.

Yun Yi floated to Eunuch Hai's side, put his hand on it, and knew that he had suffered serious internal injuries, so he took out a pill in his hand and asked him to take it.

"Marquis Wenchang." Emperor Jianming showed excitement, "You are really my lucky star."

"Puff." Hearing this, the man couldn't help laughing.

"The two of you standing together, this scene is really weird."

Yun Yi didn't speak, he knew that this person would not tell any useful information, it was nothing more than hesitation to make himself suspicious.

However, when he cultivates the Maniacal Heavenly Manual, there are very few things that can affect his mood.

He hoped that the longer the delay, the better. The more Eunuch Hai regained his strength, the greater his chances of winning.

Yun Yi had no confidence in facing this man.

"You can beat the sword king, I still can't believe it." After the black-faced man said this, a knife appeared in his hand.

The knife was black, without a trace of luster, and it was held in his hand like a black cloud.

Yun Yi and Eunuch Hai changed their colors at the same time, because they felt a dark force filling the entire space.

"This knife has no name."

(End of this chapter)