Great Qin: A few people win the government and build the Immortal Qin

"Boom..."

The sharp sword light cut through the void, and with the indomitable power, he killed the sweeping monk.

"Tear pull..."

The three-foot qi wall was easily cut like tofu, and the sweeping monk's face changed greatly, and he instantly sent out a palm shadow in the sky, and slapped towards Ye ~ Lonely City.

"A thousand hands?"

Ye Gucheng laughed loudly, his posture was ethereal, and the whole person was like a real illusion, turning into countless afterimages, lingering around the sweeping monk.

In the void, one after another sword lights converged, turning into a dense sword net, shattering the palm shadow in the sky, and then shrouded the sweeping monk.

"The bell jar..."

The sweeping monk's eyes froze, his hands were folded, and a strong golden light suddenly radiated from his body.

"Bang bang bang..."

It was like a clash of gold and iron, and the sword light in the sky fell on the body of the sweeping monk, bringing clusters of blood flowers.

The so-called indestructible golden bell jar, under Ye Gucheng's attack, was easily broken like a joke.

"Pedal..."

The sweeping monk's body was overwhelmed by the sword light, and he couldn't help but kick backwards, a touch of blush swelled up on his face, and he looked at Ye Gucheng in horror.

This person, such a strong attack, every sword seems to carry ten thousand divine powers, and the golden bell jar that has been cultivated to the eighth level can't even be prevented.

The sweeping monk was helpless in his heart, he really didn't want to fight with Ye Gucheng, today, he shouldn't have come out.

"Wait."

Just when Ye Gucheng wanted to continue the attack, Xiao Feng jumped forward, blocked in front of him, and opened his mouth with his hand, the sound was like a bell,

"These brothers, the matter below is not over yet, can you stop for the time being?"

"Xiao Feng?"

Ye Gucheng's gaze must be.

The strength of the sweeping monk, he has almost tried it, although the strength is very balanced, the defense, fists and feet are not bad.

However, the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple are too balanced, so there are almost no outstanding features.

As long as the sweeping monk can't prevent his attacks, no matter how many stunts he knows, it won't help.

Because, killing people is very simple, all you need is a sword.

"Thank you."

Xiao Feng bowed to Ye Gucheng.

"No need, deal with it as soon as possible, I have something to do with you, and I'll wait for you at the bottom of the mountain."

Ye Gucheng opened his mouth lightly, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared in place, and he left directly.

This so-called hero conference, in his opinion, is not bullshit.

The only one who can be favored by him is Xiao Feng.

Although this person is a Khitan, he grew up in the land of China, except for the bloodline, he is no different from the Zhuxia people.

Moreover, Xiao Feng has a heroic temperament, and his heroic spirit is unbeatable in the world, even Ye Gucheng admires him very much.

This person can be fought for.

At the foot of the mountain, at a wine stall, Ye Gucheng sat on a stool and waited quietly.

It wasn't until the night that Xiao Feng came over with a lonely face.

"I don't know what Brother Ye is looking for me?"

Xiao Feng calmed down the complicated emotions in his heart and said to Ye Gucheng.

"Make a deal." Ye Gucheng opened his mouth and said.

"What deal?" Xiao Feng asked bluntly.

"I'm saying it here, I'm afraid you won't believe it, but would you like to go with me somewhere?" Ye Gucheng said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Xiao Feng glanced at Ye Gucheng hesitantly, and finally nodded,

"In that case, Brother Ye will lead the way."

......

Yitian World, Wudang Mountain, Zixiao Palace.

Han Fei and Wei Zhuang looked at the bitter drama unfolding in front of them, and their hearts were speechless.

Many decent people secretly united, and on the 100th birthday of Wudang patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, they all came to the door, wanting to force Zhang Cuishan to tell the whereabouts of the golden lion king Xie Xun with righteousness.

And for the sake of a dragon-slaying knife?

"Martial Arts Supreme, Treasure Sword Slaying Dragon."

"Command the world, don't dare to disobey."

"If you don't come out of the sky, who will compete."

Just when the atmosphere in the hall was tense, Han Fei suddenly got up, walked to the center of the hall, and spoke loudly,

"You insist on asking Xie Xun's whereabouts, for nothing more than a dragon slaying knife."

"However, I am very puzzled in my heart, since Xie Xun has obtained the Dragon Slaying Treasure Sword, shouldn't he be the martial arts supreme today?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, why are you pressing Zhang Wuxia step by step, is it to welcome the Lion King Xie back to the Central Plains and officially take office as the Supreme Martial Arts Supreme?"

Han Fei's voice echoed in the main hall, instantly attracting everyone's attention. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!) ）

"Fart, Xie Xun kills like hemp, how many people are here, how many people's relatives and friends have not been killed by him?"

"Let him be the supreme martial arts, it's bullshit."

The head of Kongtong had fire in his eyes, and he stared at Han Fei angrily and scolded.

"In this case, it was Xie Xun who killed the murderer, but why did you press Zhang Wuxia step by step?"

"He didn't kill any of your friends or relatives here, did he?" Han Fei spread his hands and looked at the head of Kongtong.

In the main hall, Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at each other and looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was sitting on the main seat, but saw Zhang Sanfeng secretly waving his hand and signaling a few people not to intervene.

"He knew Xie Xun's whereabouts but didn't say it, isn't this an obvious cover-up?"

He Taichong, the head of Kunlun, looked at Han Fei and said.

"Do you have to say it?"

Han Fei looked at He Taichong speechlessly,

"Does Zhang Wuxia have the responsibility to inform you of Xie Xun's whereabouts?"

"You coerced Zhang Wuxia to tell Xie Xun's whereabouts, and wanted to trap him in an unrighteous place, what is the difference between you and the vicious people in the Demon Dao on the rivers and lakes?"

"You are quibbling, how can you generalize between the two?" He Taichong was speechless by Han Fei's words, but he was unwilling to retreat, and spoke hard,

"Xie Xun is a thief, he is killing on the rivers and lakes, people and gods are angry, if you don't kill this guy, heaven will not tolerate it."

"Zhang Cuishan said Xie Xun's whereabouts, but he gave up small righteousness for big righteousness, why not?"

"What is the great righteousness and what is the small righteousness?"

"The word righteousness is only in my heart, when will I have the standard to come when I open my mouth?"

"What you advocate is righteousness? What doesn't fit your opinion, it's either a small righteousness or a demonic way? "

Han Fei sneered and said loudly.

"You..." He Taichong was suddenly rushed by Han Fei's anger.

"Boy, you keep saying that you are a pioneer for Xie Xun's dog thief, you must be a member of the Demon Sect, look at me..."

"Look, that's it." Han Fei pointed at the angry He Taichong, looked around, and said in a playful tone,

"I can't say it, and I start buttoning my hat."

"You haven't learned much about Confucianism's loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, but you have carried forward this ability to distort the truth."

"You..."

Mrs. He was so angry that she almost vomited blood, and her eyes almost erupted with fire.

"You little devil cub, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, this seat will take you first, and then torture carefully."

"Boom..."

He Taichong's figure flashed, and he grabbed Han Fei directly, and the sharp palm wind blew Han Fei's hair up.

"Tear pull..."

On the main seat, Zhang Sanfeng's heart moved, and he was about to make a move, when a sword light suddenly flashed in the hall and swept past He Taichong's side.

"Poof..."

The sword light flashed, blood splashed, and an arm rose to the sky and fell into the main hall.

"Ahh

After a pause, He Taichong felt the pain in his shoulder, and suddenly screamed, fell to his knees with a thud, and died of pain.

"Senior brother..."

"Master He..."

In the main hall, Dao Dao's angry cries sounded, and everyone looked angrily at the white-haired young man who suddenly appeared on Han Fei's body.

"These two must be people from the Demon Sect, please ask Zhang Zhenren to get rid of the demons."

Someone was secretly screaming, wanting to drag Wudang Mountain into the water.

"Hmph..."

In the main hall, without waiting for the people of the Wudang faction to speak, Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already carrying a middle-aged man with a gloomy face in his hand.