Start the Nine Suns Divine Art, marry Zhou Zhiruo

Such a scene made the White-browed Eagle King clenched his fists involuntarily, wanting to rush up and save his grandson.

After worrying and crying bitterly, Zhao Min gradually calmed down. Her body moved forward among the crowd and gradually approached the ring.

"I don't care what the rules are or not. A man must follow the rules of the Shaolin school."

"But I'm just a little girl, whoever wants to kill my sweetheart, I'll kill him!"

An extremely fierce murderous intent flashed in her eyes, she stared at Song Qingshu firmly, a sharp golden hairpin was already held in her palm, ready to shoot out at any time.

On the field, after Zhang Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood, he paused for a moment, then raised his breath suddenly, stepped forward and punched, and the true energy remaining in his body blasted towards Zhou Tong.

The entire venue was dead silent, only the violent fist wind whistling!

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Chapter 34 On the line of life and death, the sword drips blood

Zhou Tong quietly watched Zhang Wuji's fist hit, the violent punch made his hair rise, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

At this time, the position he was standing at was not chosen at will, and there was a long sword thrown by Song Yuanqiao at his feet.

Keng!

With the tip of his toe, he kicked the blood-stained long sword away forcefully, and under the operation of exquisite power, it fell into his hand accurately.

Zhou Tong didn't use his internal strength at all, but relied on the strength of his body to strike out the long sword in his hand, turning it into a sharp sword light in the air.

All these actions were completed in an instant, obviously expected.

Zhang Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly, and the originally fierce fist was at the limit, giving birth to a bit of femininity.

Between the change of rigidity and softness, the fist that was originally blasted suddenly turned into a circle, and hit the sword light that was cutting.

"Ah!"

Zhou Tong couldn't help but let out a sneer, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the remaining pure yang energy in his body suddenly burst out.

puff!

The long sword in his hand accelerated suddenly, and the cold light pierced through Zhang Wuji's fist. Scarlet blood splashed and fell on both of them at the same time.

Seeing this, Zhao Min could no longer press the murderous intent and fear in his heart, the golden hairpin in his hand shot out, turned into a golden streamer, and hit the back of Zhou Tong's head.

Zhou Zhiruo had been with Zhou Tong all the time, and at this time she had already discovered the hidden weapon that was fired, the expression on her face changed drastically, and she shouted, "Be careful of the hidden weapon!"

But it was too late, how fast the hidden weapon erupted, Zhou Tong's body and internal strength had reached the limit at this time, how could he escape such a sudden assassination.

Seeing that the sharp hairpin was about to pierce Zhou Tong's skull from behind, a scene that no one expected happened.

Zhang Wuji's palm was pierced by a sword, his fingers connected to his heart, not to mention his entire palm was pierced, his complexion was distorted, and he let out a low growl of pain.

"kill!"

The next moment, his pierced palm suddenly exerted force, and even grabbed the blood-stained long sword, with a wild light in his eyes, and the other palm made a fist and smashed it directly.

Zhou Tong blasted a big Fumo Fist, the fists and palms of both sides collided, the body shook violently at the same time, and fell backward instantly.

puff!

The sharp hairpin grazed the top of Zhou Tong's head, tearing his scalp, staining the sharp hairpin tip with a layer of blood, and then piercing into Zhang Wuji's shoulder blade.

"what!"

Zhang Wuji couldn't help crying out in pain, he looked at the golden hairpin on his shoulder in disbelief, and looked at Zhao Min who was terrified in the crowd at this time.

Zhao Min never imagined that the hidden weapon he thought he would surely hit would hit Zhang Wuji by mistake.

She felt extremely terrified and blamed herself in an instant, her face turned pale, her figure exploded, and she was about to rush to the ring.

But at this time, Shaolin Temple has already discovered the assassination between the rabbits and the falcons, Kong Zhi shouted violently, and roared: "Who dares to be presumptuous?"

"Arhat Hall 36 monks listen to the order, immediately take down the thief for me."

"Disciple obeys."

Thirty-six shouts sounded almost simultaneously, and thirty-six Arhat monks jumped out at the same time and surrounded Zhao Min. …

Zhou Tong touched his head, and his hands were immediately stained with scarlet blood. He was startled and angry, and strong winds and waves rushed over, but he was almost killed by Zhao Min's assassination just now.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, walked to Zhang Wuji's side, grabbed the long sword that pierced his palm.

Zhang Wuji let out a heart-piercing scream, and pulled out the long sword from his palm inch by inch. The white bones were clearly visible, and the blood kept dripping.

The White-browed Eagle King and Zhou Dian violently started at almost the same time, one charged towards the ring, and the other rushed towards Zhou Zhiruo.

The white-browed Eagle King's robes were hunting, and his whole body flew into the air, his white hair fluttering, and his eagle claw skills were running to the extreme, like a hunting bird of prey, about to kill Zhou Tong.

Those Mingjiao disciples who had been ambushing for a long time rushed out instantly, and those Emei disciples were caught off guard.

Zhou Dian's movements were extremely fast, and he was in front of Zhou Zhiruo in the blink of an eye. His iron palm was like a knife, and he slashed straight towards his neck, wanting to take him down in an instant.

In his eyes, Zhou Zhiruo was just a young Emei disciple. Although he became the head of the Emei Sect, his martial arts were mediocre.

With his strength, his sudden attack was enough to subdue him in an instant.

Zhou Zhiruo saw the Ming Cultists who were killing them from all directions, and then looked at Zhou Tong who was being targeted by the White-browed Eagle King and was in danger.

Pressing down on his lower abdomen with his left palm, he endured the severe pain in his abdomen like a knife being twisted, and then the Jiuyin Zhenqi leaked from the fingertips of his right hand, and used the Jiuyin White Bone Claw to kill Zhou Dian.

Zhou Zhiruo's outburst was completely beyond Zhou Dian's expectations. Spiral Jiuying's movement instantly made him lose Zhou Zhiruo's whereabouts. Before he had time to react, the cold and sharp Jiuyin White Bone Claws had already grabbed at his head. superior.

"This...how is this possible?"

He screamed in disbelief, his head seemed to be pierced by the sharp claws.

"Stop me all!"

Zhou Zhiruo pressed Zhou Dian in front of him, and yelled at those members of the Ming Cult who were coming from all sides.

"Don't do it, don't do it." Zhou Dian also signaled to those Mingjiao followers.

The martial arts shown by Zhou Zhiruo were too terrifying, even if those Mingjiao disciples killed them, they would just die in vain.

On the ring, the eagle king with white eyebrows rushed down, but saw Zhou Tong stabbing out with a sword, which directly pierced through one of Zhang Wuji's arms, causing him to let out a heart-piercing scream.

"Yin Tianzheng, if you dare to approach him again, his head will be chopped off with my sword!" Zhou Tong said fiercely, the ruthlessness in his words made people shudder.

The white-browed Eagle King's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but he had no choice but to turn around and fall backward.

Zhou Tong saw the White-Browed Eagle King retreating, pulled out the long sword from Zhang Wuji's arm, pointed the tip of the sword at the center of his eyebrows, and asked each word, "Zhang Wuji, do you admit defeat?"

At this moment, everyone on and off the court fell silent, staring at Zhang Wuji under Zhou Tong's sword.

A look of incomparable grief and indignation flashed across Zhang Wuji's pupils, a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out of his mouth, and he let out a mournful howl.

He took a deep look at Zhou Tong, then closed his eyes, and said unwillingly: "I admit defeat in this battle!"

As Zhang Wuji's words fell, almost all the martial artists present let out a long sigh.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene was too heavy and depressing. Mingjiao, Emei, and even Shaolin Temple, a bloody fight could break out at any time among the three major forces.

The cold and oppressive atmosphere was almost breathless.

Zhou Tong was holding a long sword, and a streak of blood dripped from his forehead and flowed down the corner of his eyes, making him look extremely terrifying.

His long sword dripped blood, still aiming at Zhang Wuji's eyebrows, he roared sharply: "Who else wants to come up to challenge?"

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Chapter 35 Husband and wife join hands to conquer heroes

Zhou Tong's long hair was disheveled, and blood dripped from the hair continuously. His clothes were in tatters, but at this moment, the aura on his body was extremely tragic.

He pointed his long sword obliquely, and the blade was facing Zhang Wuji's eyebrows. Looking around, no one in the rivers and lakes present dared to speak.

There were thousands of heroes in the Jianghu present, all of which were overwhelming, but Zhou Tong's single sword in the field felt chills on his back, and his hair stood on end.

Zhou Tong killed [-] Jianghu masters one after another, and then defeated Zhang Wuji in a head-on collision. The strength, means and ruthlessness shown by Zhou Tong made everyone fearful of him.

"Song Qingshu, do you think this will scare the heroes of the world?"

"Let me, Yin's Eagle Claw, teach you how to punch!"

The White-browed Eagle King made a decisive decision, seeing that he could not save people, he simply challenged him aboveboard.

"Grandpa, step back." Zhang Wuji said in a hoarse voice with a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

The white-browed Eagle King's brows were slightly condensed, but his figure remained unshakable, and he still looked at Zhou Tong with murderous intent.

"Song Qingshu is already exhausted at this time, and I have full confidence that I can defeat him in a single battle."

"Even if it's against Wuji's wishes, I don't care so much."

Seeing that Yin Tianzheng was unmoved, Zhang Wuji couldn't help coughing violently, and said in a solemn tone: "As the leader of Mingjiao, I formally order everyone to step down."

Although Yin Tianzheng was extremely unwilling at this time, he was absolutely unwilling to disobey the leader's order in front of everyone, so he could only say unwillingly: "Yes."

Zhang Wuji raised his head, looked at Zhou Tong and said, "Senior Brother Song, Mingjiao has surrendered."

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone in the Ming Cult felt unwilling and couldn't help beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Zhang Wuji's face was pale at this time, but he was even more annoyed in his heart. Whether it was Zhao Min's sneak attack and plot, or Zhou Dian's surprise attack on Zhou Zhiruo, he felt self-blame and ashamed.

He said intermittently: "People from the Jianghu present, if anyone wants to take advantage of others, they should first ask me, Zhang Wuji and Mingjiao, if they agree."

Before the words finished, Zhou Zhiruo had already jumped up from the crowd, landed beside Zhou Tong, and said in a cold tone, "You don't need to pretend to be a good person here."

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji said bitterly: "Zhiruo... I really didn't know they would be like that..."

Zhou Zhiruo interrupted him with a cold tone, "You needn't say it, my Emei Sect and Mingjiao have a deep hatred, even if I die at the hands of Zhou Dian today, it's because of my poor martial arts, no wonder others."

"If anyone in your Mingjiao still wants to play, just make a move."

"Don't think that my Zhou Zhiruo's Nine Yin White Bone Claws can't kill anyone!"

Zhou Tong also put away the long sword in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "What Zhiruo said is what I mean. Whether it is the Mingjiao or others, if there is still dissatisfaction, just go on the stage."

"I, Song Qingshu, will accompany you to the end!"

While talking, he quietly looked at Zhou Zhiruo, and the two of them clasped their fingers together quietly, while running the Nine Yin Manual of Healing Wounds at the same time.

In an instant, the pure yang qi and pure yin qi slowly merged, gradually manifesting a wisp of purple qi circulating in the bodies of the two of them.

As the purple energy flowed through the limbs, both Zhou Tong and Zhou Zhiruo looked much better, and the wear and tear of their bodies were gradually recovering. …

Zhang Wuji glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and Zhou Tong's tightly clasped hands, and his expression became even more gloomy.

Seeing this, the Mingjiao people carefully took Zhang Wuji away from the arena to stop the bleeding and heal his injuries.

For a moment, only Zhou Tong and Zhou Zhiruo were left in the arena, and there was silence all around.

Many people from all walks of life looked at each other in blank dismay, and Zhou Zhiruo defeated Zhou Dian, one of the five members of the Ming Cult, with a single flip of the palm.

Zhou Tong swept all directions on the field, winning consecutive battles, even Mingjiao advocated that Wuji was not his opponent, and played with invincible power.

Neither of the husband and wife is easy to provoke, and playing at this time is simply sending Emei to death to offend.

The more stealthy and greedy people are, the more fearful they are at this time, and they dare not make a move.

And those big sects in the Jianghu, except for the Shaolin Temple as the host, were all shot, and Zhou Tong defeated them head-on.

In such a huge square, thousands of people from all walks of life, no one dared to make a move.

Master Kongzhi of Shaolin Temple saw this, stood up slowly, and said: "The Song Qingshu of the Emei School is the best in martial arts, and the martial arts are the best in the world. Which hero is not convinced?"

"Wait, wait, Zhou Dian refuses to accept it." Zhou Dian escaped from Zhou Zhiruo's Nine Yin and White Bone claws, he still had lingering fears at this moment, but he was also a little embarrassed, and suddenly jumped out and shouted.

"Then invite Zhou Yingxiong to end the competition." Kong Zhi said.

"Let me compete? What a joke, I can't even beat Zhou Zhiruo's Nine Yin White Bone Claw, let alone Song Qingshu, who kills like hemp and is more vicious than an executioner. What can I compare to?" Zhou Dian seemed to have heard the big joke , pointing at Kong Zhi and said mockingly.

"Since Zhou Yingxiong knows that he is invincible, then he is convinced." Kong Zhi continued.

"Although I know I can't beat the couple, I just don't accept it. What's wrong?" Zhou Dian yelled, ignoring everyone's sarcasm and ridicule.

"Besides this hero Zhou, who else is not convinced?" Kong Zhi ignored Zhou Dian who was messing around.

There was a strong wind howling all around, but no one spoke. Zhou Tong regained his strength at this moment, stepped forward and said, "Whoever refuses to accept, I, Song Qingshu, accept the challenge!"

For a moment, the crowd was silent, and no one answered for a long time.

Zhou Tong turned his gaze to Kongzhi and said, "Master Kongzhi?"

"Since this is the case, according to the prior resolution of the Heroes Conference, Xie Xun, the golden-haired lion king, will be dealt with by the Emei faction."