Comprehensive Wu: Poor monk Jigong, sign in to Wudi City at the beginning

Chapter 94: Killing Zhu Ignoring, the Final Decisive Battle, Flying Immortals from the Outer Heavens.

Li Xiuyuan’s words were tantamount to a thunder on the ground.

Everyone who bombed was blindfolded. Is this true?

The loyal and courageous Iron Courage God Hou is really so ruthless? Those one hundred and eight masters were actually killed by him?

Even, even thinking of rebellion?

Most people are not very willing to believe that Zhu Wei is such a person. After all, Zhu ignored the image of Gangzheng Bua, it was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. However, who was the person standing in front of Zhu Yan?

That’s Daoji!

The Great Departure Emperor, the Five Mountains Sword Sect, the Feng Shaolin Thousand-Year, and a mud pill to save a city These things have long been spread throughout the rivers and lakes and Kyushu, and everyone knows about them.

What he said, everyone couldn’t help but think carefully.

“Master Daoji, you can drink wine casually, but you can’t say it casually, you slandered me so much, could it be that you were instigated by an adulterer?”

Zhu Yan’s face was gloomy, he was still making a final struggle.

People are like this, until the last moment, they will never give up a glimmer of hope. Everyone also shifted their attention from the peak of the Forbidden Purple to Zhu Yan’s body.

Although I don’t know the truth of this matter in my heart, this is a big witch, and I must eat 667.

“Hey! You people! It’s always not the Yellow River! ”

Li Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly, and then stretched out his hand to volley a finger.

A finger force instantly tore through Zhu Yan’s armor cloak, revealing the golden dragon robe inside.

Hiss–Everyone gasped.

The Iron Guts God Marquis really wants to rebel?

Tonight’s decisive battle turned out to be a conspiracy? This…

At the peak of the Forbidden Purple, Ye Gucheng let out a long breath.

For some reason, the moment the conspiracy was revealed, he suddenly had a relaxed feeling. All plans were revealed, he shouldn’t have felt this way, but he did.

A gust of evening wind blew through, raising the golden dragon robe on Zhu Yan’s body, and the five-clawed golden dragon on it seemed to be roaring.

“Huh…”

Zhu Yan suddenly sneered.

“Unexpectedly, the organ is empty, I have been planning for so many years, but I was ruined by you crazy monk.”

“The immortal Buddha…”

Li Xiuyuan laughed maniacally: “If you want people to ignore, unless you do nothing, Zhu ignores, what else do you have to say, if not, the poor monk will kill people?” ”

Everyone looked strange.

Poor monks kill?

How could this sentence come out of Li Xiuyuan’s mouth?

“Mad monk, don’t be proud too early, your end is coming!”

Zhu Yan said coldly.

Then he suddenly pushed out a monk behind him and said, “He is a person from the Hanging Temple, and this time he cooperated with me to deal with you, Daoji, you can’t be happy for long!” ”

Just when everyone’s eyes fixed on the monk who looked surprised and terrified, Zhu Yan suddenly attacked.

“Mad monk, die!”

In the midst of the loud shout, Zhu Yan suddenly slammed a palm towards Li Xiuyuan.

However, just when everyone thought that he was going to fight to the death, Zhu Huang cast a transfiguration in the great move, turned around and fled! The monk who first betrayed the Hanging Temple was distracted, and then pretended to attack.

While everyone didn’t react, he turned around and fled.

In just a few seconds, Zhu Yan can be said to have interpreted the word cunning to the fullest.

Just when everyone thought that Zhu Zhitian was about to peach every day, Li Xiuyuan smiled. Looking at Zhu Yan’s back, his right hand shook slightly, and the dragon pestle condensed in his hand.

“Amitabha…”

Li Xiuyuan chanted the Buddha trumpet and swung it fiercely.

With a loud bang, Zhu Lian, who was fleeing for his life, suddenly burst into pieces, and the next moment it turned into smashes. Li Xiuyuan’s dragon pestle directly beat him apart with a stick.

Even the monk of the Hanging Temple was affected by Yu Wei, and his bones were shattered, and he died on the spot. A generation of traitors Zhu ignored and became disillusioned with his ambitions.

Everyone looked at Li Xiuyuan in fear.

Killing people without blinking, as soon as they make a shot, they will be wiped out, which is also too ruthless.

“Amitabha…”

Li Xiuyuan put away the dragon pestle with a smile and said, “Don’t look at the monk me, there is still a good show that has not ended!” ”

Saying that, Li Xiuyuan’s gaze looked at the peak of the Forbidden Purple. Everyone remembered it.

Oh, yes!

Zhu Zheng died, and the duel between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng had not yet begun.

It’s just that Zhu Zheng is dead, is this duel still necessary? But for a moment, everyone thought at the same time: it was necessary.

The two of them, both of them are top swordsmen in Daming, and they are pursuing the ultimate of the sword. This battle is too necessary.

Ye Gucheng slowly closed his eyes and allowed the evening breeze to raise his hair.

All the plans were in vain. The throne is gone, and the rights are gone.

At this moment, he suddenly felt tired, and suddenly envied Ximen Chuixue, who was standing opposite. Although he cares, he is so pure.

Ye Gucheng also understood that he would definitely die.

However, instead of dying at the hands of others, it is better to die at the hands of Ximen Chuixue. In this way, at least there is dignity in the dead.

Raising his head, he looked at Ximen Chuixue and said lightly: “Let’s shoot.” ”

Ximen Chuixue shook his head.

He had already understood the meaning in Ye Gucheng’s eyes.

“I want to ask you to fight with all your might!”

“Go all out?”

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly, and Ximen Chuixue said: “I don’t want the victory of others’ charity.” ”

Ye Gucheng smiled: “Sure enough, my state of mind is not as good as yours.” ”

Ximen Chuixue said, “Are you willing?” ”

Ye Gucheng said, “Happy to accompany.” ”

That said, it is useless to talk more.

The next moment, Ye Gucheng suddenly drew his sword.

On the night of the full moon, the peak of the Forbidden Purple, a sword comes to the west, and the sky flies. A sword light flew obliquely, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow through the sky. This trick is like a blue sky and white clouds, flawless and clean.

Strike from a high height, and the momentum of a sword strike is brilliant, and it has a sword qi that is cold even to the bone marrow. This is no longer a sword, but the fury of thunder, a strike of lightning.

Ye Gucheng knew that if he won, he would die, and if he lost, he would also die.

Therefore, he burned all the vitality in his body and unleashed this sword. No more shackles of rights, no more pollution.

This is a sword in its purest form.

He wants to leave a splendid legend that will be short-lived in heaven and earth. At the end of his life, Ye Gucheng finally found the true meaning of the sword.

This sword without distractions and at the cost of life has already stepped on the pinnacle of kendo.

Looking at Ye Gucheng’s earth-shattering sword, Ximen Chuixue knew that he had used all his strength. Originally, in the face of such a sword, Ximen Chuixue had no chance of victory.

But before he stepped into the Forbidden City, he met the most incredible person and felt the most incredible sword intent. Now, this most incredible sword intent is condensed in his hand, condensed in that sword.