I'm the best catcher in martial arts

A pair of emerald green jade rings appeared in Shan Yuru's hand.

As the official leader of the Destiny Sect, Shan Yuru has a peerless beauty that charms the world and confuses all living beings.

Although she is over sixty years old, every inch of her skin is so fair and tender, and her beautiful eyes are like bright stars hanging in the night sky, graceful as water, deep and far away.

She was wearing a floor-length robe with wide sleeves and a jade belt that caught the wind. Her black hair set off her snow-skinned white clothes.

The most touching thing is the endearing, smoke-like and dream-like temperament that shines from the bones.

There is no need to use any means of temptation, just standing so gracefully and gracefully can captivate the people all over the world and make people feel the ecstasy of endless lingering and tactful dependence.

The highest level of the art of charm is to make people never feel that she is tempting you, but every smile and frown can make people feel pity and make them want to take out their hearts.

Shan Yuru is such a character.

Her charm skills have reached the pinnacle.

Just take one step further and you can turn your charm into immortal energy, and be on par with Master Fei Xuan and Yan Jing'an.

No matter how sophisticated the enchantment skills of the Tianming Sect are, they can only conquer ordinary people. Jingzhai's Cihang Sword Manual is the peerless magical power that can make demon kings and heroes bow their heads.

Lang Fanyun had met Yan Jing'an and drank the wine poured by Yan Jing'an himself. How could he like Shan Yuru?

"Qiang!"

The Rain Covering Sword made a sharp explosion.

The charming atmosphere that Shan Yuru had painstakingly created was broken by Lang Fanyun's sword. She was like a fallen phoenix showing off its feathers, feeling indescribable embarrassment.

"When the waves turn over the clouds, you will receive your fate!"

Shan Yuru didn't have time to spend with Lang Fanyun. She wanted to escape now, but she didn't have this chance.

With the Rain Covering Sword in front of her, it was absolutely impossible for her to leave unless she could kill Lang Fanyun.

So... kill!

The Master of Destiny, the witch wreaking havoc in the world, is he someone who is afraid of others? How can you be afraid of the waves turning over the clouds?

Shan Yuru's hands danced irregularly, and a pair of jade rings were like bees and butterflies fluttering among the flowers, emitting a melodious but harsh whistle, appearing and disappearing, sometimes far away and sometimes close.

Sometimes it seems to come from nine heavens away, and sometimes it seems to surge from the eighteen levels of hell, emitting the sound of midnight ghosts, like thousands of evil ghosts wailing.

Lang Fanyun raised his sword to his chest and concentrated his mind. The "six roots and six thieves" of "eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind" that make people obsessed with him immediately stopped breathing.

Shan Yuru originally wanted to fill her brain with the magic sound, but she lost track of Lang Fanyun. Lang Fanyun was clearly standing opposite her, but it seemed to be dispersed into the jungle clouds.

How could this guy be so powerful?

Shan Yuru had long seen that Lang Fanyun's swordsmanship talent was unparalleled, and wanted to poison Ji Xixi to make Lang Fanyun sink in love and hate, and destroy his sword heart.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yumen's evil plot was foiled, and Lang Fanyun not only perfected his sword, but also became stronger and stronger.

Lang Fanyun didn't have any deep blessings. He didn't have a master with strong martial arts skills, nor a great scholar with a wealth of knowledge to impart knowledge, nor had he ever seen the Immortal Wall.

He only has Ji Xixi, Rain-covering Sword, and Dongting Lake.

Boating in Dongting, holding Ji Xixi in his left hand, holding the Rain-Covering Sword in his right hand, three glasses of light wine, and a red clay stove, this is everything about Langfanyun. These simplest and most ordinary things have given rise to unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.

A shower of light burst out in front of Shan Yuru's eyes.

The sword energy pours down like raindrops, and the waves are hidden in the sword energy. The world is filled with murderous intent.

Shan Yuru snorted coldly and activated the magic of the devil. Her clothes fluttered, ribbons flew, and they danced around her body like a spiritual snake. It was both graceful and strange.

The jade arm of Ji Shuang Sai Xue made various natural movements and grabbed the vital part of Lang Fanyun's chest.

Every move of her hands and every move contained the most alluring and charming charm. Her peerless beauty was completely integrated into her moves. Let alone a hot-blooded man, even if the eunuch saw her, he would feel a little pity.

There was no pity in Lang Fanyun's eyes.

There was only murderous intent in his eyes.

Shan Yuru must be killed.

Thousands of sword energy dispersed suddenly, but in an instant they condensed into one point and turned into a bright sword light. The night sky was divided into two by the sword light, and the most miserable cold light flashed.

Lightning and flint suddenly gather and then disperse.

The sword and the jade ring clashed against each other hundreds of times, emitting crisp and sweet music. A twenty-foot radius was surrounded by beautiful sword light, like a Crystal Palace at the bottom of the lake.

The two of them fought for who knows how long. Maybe it was one move, maybe it was thousands of moves, maybe the two of them never moved.

Suddenly, a gleam of cold light penetrated the dark night, like dawn crossing the horizon. The Rain Covering Sword was extremely light and retracted into the scabbard on the back, and the waves turned around and left the woods.

"Clang!"

The jade ring fell to the ground.

Shan Yuru's eyes flashed with blood, and blood flowed from her pink and white neck. Then it completely exploded, blood spurted out like a waterfall, and her energy instantly fell to the bottom.

The shiny black hair turned gray, and wrinkles quickly appeared on the face. The fair and smooth skin seemed to have been burned for seven days, wrinkled and no longer energetic.

Except for the clothes on his body and the jade ring on the ground, no one can confirm that this person is Shan Yuru.

Even her direct disciples couldn't recognize her.

This is the biggest shortcoming of magic power.

She can retain her youth by taking supplements, but this is not the right way after all. Her cultivation will be ruined, her energy will fall, and when her life ends, her youth will leave her first.

"Plop!"

Shan Yuru fell to the ground.

The Rain-covering Sword slashed across her throat.

The sword energy traveled down her throat and destroyed her internal organs.

Even if Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, they cannot save her life. The only thing she can do is to see that her appearance is no longer beautiful at the last moment of her life.

This seemed like the most miserable way to die for a stunningly beautiful woman, but who could blame her?

Did Wei Lang Fan Yun attack too harshly?

Stop joking, you want to kill my beloved wife and break the heart of my sword, do you still want me to be polite to you?

Is he still a swordsman who would rather break than bend?

Are you still a passionate Jianghu person?

Repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred. The grudge between Lang Fanyun and Shan Yuru has been completely resolved since then.

Not long after, Weng Taibei, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, led people here. Instead of collecting the bodies, he asked people to record the traces of the battle and not miss a single trace.

After all traces were recorded, Shan Yuru's body was taken away.

As for Lang Fanyun...

I don’t know, I don’t know, I haven’t heard of it.

Shan Yuru was killed by Jin Yiwei.

This is all the result of the bloody battles of the brothers.

The Third Prince Zhu Fan personally stamped and recognized the merit!

After being a guard for so many years, Weng Taibei is of course an old fox. He is not a fox like Lu Bing who is good at planning, but a fox with exquisite appearance, thick skin like a city wall, and good at protecting himself wisely.

Weng Taibei's character is somewhat similar to that of Zhu Yueming, the manager of the Six Doors, and the two of them have the same chemistry.

Weng Taibei has two masters under his command.

One is good at nine-section whip, named Qu Xingwu, and the other is good at using double hooks, named Ding Yanshan.

Qu Xingwu approached cautiously. He felt that he could still get some credit tonight. If he just went back to sleep if he wasn't willing to do so, wouldn't he let go of wealth in vain?

"Sir, are we going back now?"

"What if I don't go back?"

"Of course I'm going to catch Hu..."

"Bah! Be careful! What is your identity? What is my identity? Now that things are coming to an end and the greatest achievement is right in front of you, you actually want to take the credit?"

Weng Taibei scolded Qu Xingwu severely.

"The most taboo thing in doing things is not being satisfied. We have already received the credit, and there is no surprise or danger. We only need to wait to receive the reward. Why bother to add unnecessary unnecessary trouble?"

"Those big shots' affairs are not something we can get involved in, otherwise we can easily lose our lives."

"Jinyiwei has a lot of power, but don't forget where the power comes from, and don't be too greedy for merit."

Cold sweat broke out on Qu Xingwu's forehead. Although he didn't understand what he heard, he knew that what he just said was very stupid and he might lose his life because of it.

These days, too many people have died in Jinling City. Adding Qu Xingwu is like pouring a glass of water into a wine vat, without any ripples.

"I will obey your orders!"

"Remember, we fought Shan Yuru fiercely, but we were all seriously injured and could not participate in the final capture. Everyone should write a copy when we go back, and I will present it to the third prince."

…

Zhu Fan led people to arrest Hu Weiyong.

Hu Weiyong had been the prime minister for so many years and secretly recruited many masters, all of whom were well-known figures in the underworld, as well as several killers who had washed their hands in golden basins.

If he wanted to create a sect, just having masters under his command would be no less than a first-rate sect in the world.

But so what?

No matter how powerful the masters under his command are, facing Jinyiwei's three-stage shooting hand crossbow, facing Dongchang's sky-locking arrow formation, and facing the worship of Huangjue Temple, they can only scream and turn into hedgehogs, wailing in the underworld. .

As a prince, Zhu Fan likes power very much.

He has already mobilized Jinyiwei and Dongchang at the same time. How can he not mobilize the six-door management?

Guo Bujing was in Xixia.

Shen Lian was in the Western Region.

Jin Jiuling was beheaded by Yan Nantian.

Liu Dufeng and Li Xuanyi are smelly and hard.

Zhu Yueming found an excuse and left Jinling.

Only Liu Jiyan and Zhu Xiawu were left among the six doors.

Zhu Fan chose Zhu Xiawu.

It's not that I have a high regard for Zhu Xiawu, but because Zhu Xiawu's surname is Zhu, I naturally feel close to him.

Zhu Xiawu was taciturn and cherished his words like gold. He rarely killed people. In all the years he had been in the public domain, he only killed eleven people. All of them were murderous thieves.

As long as Zhu Xiawu takes action, all the underworld masters who others cannot kill, dare not kill, or dare to provoke will become dead, and no one can escape.

Because of this, Zhu Xiawu is known as "Iron clothes, iron hands, iron face, iron net". The gangster masters respect and fear him, and he is the mainstay of the Six Gates.

Zhu Xiawu, who is so powerful, has actually been hiding his clumsiness, hiding at least 60 to 70% of his strength.

Zhu Xiawu took advantage of his position to obtain the unique skills of the two major schools of Shaolin and Wudang, mastered them all, combined the two martial arts into one, and created the "Shaowu Zhenjing".

In terms of pure martial arts, Zhu Xiawu's strength is no less than that of Li Chenzhou. In a head-to-head confrontation, the outcome is unpredictable.

With such a superb martial arts, Zhu Xiawu almost never fights head-on, but mostly sneak attacks. His record is the best in the Wen system. He relied on the secret of stealth to attack and kill Kuangtu Yan, Li Chenzhou and his son brazenly!

Even people like Xiao Qiushui were repeatedly plotted by Zhu Xiawu, and they lost their will to fight. If they had not cheated and suddenly realized their secret skills, they would have died.

What level of person is this?

The Wen martial arts warrior who is dangerous in people's hearts can survive until the last line of the last paragraph of the last chapter of the BOSS!

Regarding Zhu Fan's recruitment, Zhu Xiawu only felt that he was being fed three pounds of shit. Of course he knew that Zhu Fan was just a murderer's knife and could not become the prince.

So what?

Zhu Fan is now the third prince in the limelight.

The third prince personally invited Zhu Xiawu to help, and Zhu Xiawu had to participate no matter how awkward it was.

well!

Keep hiding your stupidity!

When can I achieve my greatness?

Zhu Fan's momentum was like a rainbow and murderous; Zhu Xiawu's face was cold and solemn, but his heart was sighing; Jia Ting, the stall owner of Dongchang, had a smile on his face, which seemed to be flattering but concealed treachery; Lu Yi, the commanding officer of the Jin Yiwei, was slightly sighing.

Everyone has their own hidden thoughts, some want to make great achievements, some want to protect themselves wisely, some want to reap big benefits, and some want to go home and sleep early.

Lu Yi just wanted to go home and sleep!

He is twenty-three years old this year, at his most youthful and passionate years, and wants to make great achievements, but his father has repeatedly warned him, and he has witnessed the cold killings in Jinling City in these days, and he really does not want to participate in it.

But if he doesn’t go, who will?

Lu Yi's identity is not to direct people's affairs, but as Lu Bing's son, here on behalf of his father.

When everyone with different thoughts arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, they thought Hu Weiyong would resist. Unexpectedly, Hu Weiyong not only did not resist, but even committed suicide by taking poison.

Zhu Fan sneered: "It's an advantage for him!"

Zhu Xiawu spit out two words: "Fake."

Jia Ting reacted immediately, stretched out his hand and gently wiped the corpse's face, taking off a character mask.

"My lord, this is a substitute!"

Zhu Fan said angrily: "The golden cicada escaped from its shell? I want to see who dares to take in this traitor. Even if I go to heaven or earth, I will arrest Hu Weiyong and bring him to justice!"

Zhu Xiawu's eyes flashed.

What he just said was intentional.

In order to cheat Jating.

"Hu Weiyong" is a stand-in. This cannot be said publicly. It should be said in private. Otherwise, Zhu Fan cannot find anyone and he will definitely get angry at the person who stirred up trouble.

Zhu Xiawu just uttered two words casually, but Jia Ting couldn't wait to take off his disguise. When Zhu Fan pursues this matter in the future, he will definitely take revenge on Jia Ting first.

Jia Ting also reacted very quickly. He immediately knew that he was too impatient and couldn't help but secretly cursed himself for being greedy for merit.

He didn't feel that Zhu Xiawu cheated him.

Zhu Xiawu's disguise is really good. His selfless and taciturn attitude will make people subconsciously relax their vigilance and ignore his threats.

Lu Yi: I want to go home and sleep!

Zhu Fan waved his hand and motioned for everyone to search the mansion for secret passages. Soon, Jia Ting discovered a secret passage leading outside the city, and led Dongchang elites to pursue him along the secret passage, hoping to catch Hu Weiyong.

No one pays attention to the suspended corpse.

The body was placed in the morgue of the Ministry of Punishments.

…

night!

It was quiet inside the morgue, and the thick fog made the moon blurry, as if it was growing hair.

This is called "Mao Moon".

Storytellers in teahouses and restaurants often use the hairy moon as a sign when telling about certain monsters and ghosts.

It is said that on July 15th, the Yin Qi between heaven and earth is the most solemn. Not only will the moon rise, but the moonlight will also form a channel to guide hundreds of ghosts to walk at night.