The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

"Zhiruo, good kill."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled: "Sect Master, you should not be soft-hearted when dealing with wicked people. This is what you taught me."

"Okay, today I will teach you one more thing. Not only can you not be soft-hearted, but you must also cut the grass and roots."

law law...

After Han Chen finished speaking, he pulled the reins, and the steed turned around and ran directly towards the remaining rebels.

"What a powerful swordsmanship!"

"What is the origin of this young man?"

"My lord, he rushed over, what should we do now?"

In front of the official road, the leader of the rebel army and his subordinates felt a little uneasy when they saw Han Chen's fierce swordsmanship.

Master of the rivers and lakes!

This boy is actually a master of the rivers and lakes!

However, after all, they are numerous, and even if the opponent's swordsmanship is strong, they are only one person after all. Thinking of this, the uneasiness in their eyes was replaced by ruthlessness.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, he is alone, we will kill him together."

"Your Excellency's words are justified. If everyone rushes forward, they will definitely be able to tear him apart."

"Brothers, let's go together and kill!"

shhhhh......

More than a dozen volunteers became vicious, and drew out their long knives at the same time, each with a fierce look in their eyes, and rushed towards Han Chen quickly.

These soldiers rushed to kill, but the leader hid behind, watching the fire from the other side, and was ready to flee into the barren hills if the situation was unfavorable.

kill!

kill!

kill!

These people were all Guo Zixing's soldiers, who were used to bloodshed on the battlefield, and they were the most fierce. A dozen of them rushed towards Han Chen fiercely like wolves.

"act recklessly!"

Han Chen breathed out suddenly, and flew away from the horse's back. The Canhong sword slashed down with high altitude, and with a puff, a soldier was chopped into two pieces by him with a knife.

shhhhh......

The Remnant Rainbow Sword turned into streaks of red light and passed across the necks of the five volunteers, sealing their throats with one sword, and all five of them fell down.

In just an instant, Han Chen killed six people.

Han Chen's eyes were cold and stern, and the Canhong sword slashed horizontally, opened and closed, and the rest of the soldiers died in an instant, and the official road was full of corpses of rebels.

Looking up at this time, the leader of the rebel army had already fled, panicked and ran into the deep mountains and old forests like a headless fly.

"Want to run?"

Blast!

While drinking loudly from the bottom of his heart, the soles of his feet that had already been filled with surging energy stepped on the ground heavily, an explosion sounded, and bullets shot up from Han Chen's body, blasting a hole in the ground.

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Frightened, he crossed the blue sky, left an arc, and leaped a long distance. With a 'bang', Han Chen landed heavily on the soles of his feet, and landed precisely in front of the soldier.

"This, this... what kind of light work is this!"

I thought I could escape and ascend to heaven, but I didn't want Han Chen to fall from the sky. The leader's face was pale and his liver and gallbladder were torn.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, he knelt down in a panic, kowtowed and begged, "The good man spares his life, the villain has no eyes, offended the good man, please forgive the good man, please forgive him."

"Grace? It's too late!"

boom!

Han Chen's eyes were cold and stern, and he slammed his palm on Tianling.

The leader's body softened slowly, his seven orifices were bleeding, and before he died, he stammered: "General Guo, I will definitely take revenge..."

Before he finished speaking, he was exhausted and died.

General Guo?

Is that Guo Zixing?

A well-known leader of the rebel army in history, and even Zhu Yuanzhang's adoptive father.

But, would Han Chen care about his revenge?

of course not!

Take the life of this wine bag and rice bag, and you will get 10 points. Although it is a little less, it will add up, and you will soon be able to buy eggs again.

Han Chen put his long sword back into its sheath, turned around and left the forest, returned to the village again, and came to Zhou Zhiruo's side.

"Zhiruo, let's go."

The sun was setting, the sky was full of neon lights, and the forests of Cangshan Mountain were all dyed. Han Chen rode a steed, with an ancient sword hanging from his waist, and slowly left with Zhou Zhiruo.

They rode for a few days and finally arrived at Hanshui. It happened to be rainy in autumn and it happened to be late at night. Zhou Zhiruo came here every year to pay homage and knew that there was a small town in front of him.

"Young Master, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Let's find an inn tonight. We are going to the riverside tomorrow morning."

"can!"

Han Chen nodded in agreement.

Zhou Zhiruo led the way and quickly found the inn.

"Two objective persons, please."

"Ah, so it's Miss Zhou."

In front of the inn, the waiter saw the two people coming, so he hurried out to lead the horse.

Zhou Zhiruo pays homage every year and stays here many times. The waiter in the shop has long recognized her, "Miss Zhou, you are really filial. You come to visit the grave every year at this time. Mr. Zhou will be happy to know about it."

"By the way, Song Shaoxia from Wudang Mountain, he is here again this year, and he has arrived in three days!"

When the shop waiter said this, he led the horse into the backyard in the rain, and gradually walked away.

Song Shaoxia?

Could it be the one from Wudang Mountain?

The waiter's words made Han Chen think of someone, his eyes flickered, he smiled lightly, he didn't take it seriously, he took Zhou Zhiruo into the inn, and asked for a few meals casually.

The food was served quickly, the candlelight in the inn was dim, and it was raining heavily outside.

Zhou Zhiruo had beautiful eyes, and what the shop waiter said just now made her feel very complicated. She was worried that Han Chen would be offended and would bring him some food from time to time.

"Zhiruo!"

Suddenly, a handsome young man stepped down from the stairs on the second floor of the inn.

This young man was wearing a Wudang Taoist robe, with delicate features and a sword hanging around his waist. Behind him were several young Taoist priests, all of whom looked respectful to him, obviously his status was quite noble.

Hearing the shout of the young Taoist priest, Zhou Zhiruo looked up and frowned.

Song Qingshu!

What she was most worried about still happened.

"Zhiruo, what a coincidence."

Song Qing wrote with joy, and strode over, "Father asked me to come to Hanshui to do business, I didn't expect to meet you again."

Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, and nodded lightly, "Senior Brother Song Qingshu."

Emei and Wudang had always been on good terms, Zhou Zhiruo had greeted him and was considerate of the etiquette, so she didn't talk to him anymore.

Like the plot of the original novel, Song Qingshu never forgets Zhou Zhiruo.

It turned out that he knew that Zhou Zhiruo would come here to worship his ancestors at this time of year, so he deliberately left Wudang Mountain and came early to wait, just to be able to meet up. The so-called meeting by chance was just his excuse.

After greeting Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo didn't pay any attention. She raised a piece of fish meat and put it into Han Chen's bowl, "This is the perch from Hanshui. It's a specialty here. Try it!"

Song Qingshujian frowned. He noticed Han Chen beside Zhou Zhiruo. Originally, he didn't pay attention to Han Chen, but seeing Zhou Zhiruo being so close to Han Chen, he was immediately annoyed.

"Boy, who are you?"

Song Qingshu asked loudly, staring fixedly at Han Chen, eyes full of hostility.

Zhou Zhiruo stood up and shouted arrogantly: "Don't be rude to the young master!"

Young Master?

The young head of Emei, Han Chen, who seriously injured the monk of emptiness?

Song Qingshu's face changed slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that this indifferent and handsome young man was the famous young master Emei.

Han Chen's domineering methods have already spread throughout the rivers and lakes, and Song Qingshu naturally knows about it.

With one sword, he severely injured the monk of emptiness, dared to offend Shaolin, and made Emei famous.

Moreover, he also heard that Miejue Shitai didn't blame him at all when he heard about this matter. Instead, he praised Han Chen for handling it properly, and even handed over the power of Emei to Han Chen.

Song Qingshu couldn't afford to provoke such a person!

Even his father, Song Yuanqiao, couldn't afford to mess with him.

"He is Han Chen!"

"Master Emei, Han Chen!"

"The young head of the Emei sect who seriously injured the monk of Kongxing with a single sword?"

In the inn, all the high-ranking guests who were having dinner turned pale with shock.

Song Qingshu cupped his fists and greeted him with a smile, "It turned out to be Brother Han. He has admired his name for a long time. He offended you just now. Don't take offense to Brother Han. The meal money should be on my account."

After knowing Han Chen's identity, Song Qingshu's attitude changed like a face change.

Holding the wine glass in Han Chen's hand, he lifted it up slowly, drank it slowly, then put down the wine glass, locked on Song Qingshu from the corner of his eye, and his eyes were instantly as cold as a knife.