Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 453 When weeds are cut, the roots must be eradicated, and no one will be left behind!

   "Douluo's fifth skill, Si Lian Wu!"

   This is currently the strongest move among his self-created fighting techniques.

  However, this is only for now. In the future, he wants to develop Douluo Technique into Tangmen Township martial arts.

  It is impossible to only have five styles, and there will be sixth and seventh styles in the future...

  He wants to use Douluo Technique as an extension of his future martial arts.

  Let the word Douluo resound throughout the Central Plains.

   This move is a martial art he has created for a long time, and he has been perfecting it all the time.

  At the beginning, after the death of his deceased wife, Tang Jian adopted Tang Wu.

  After thinking about it day and night, I couldn't help but realize this trick.

  This trick already contains artistic conception.

  In an instant, the void changed color, and Zhang Jing frowned.

  He sensed something was wrong.

  He seemed to feel a sense of sadness.

   Following Tang Jian's movements, an illusory female figure gradually gathered in front of him.

  The woman couldn't see her specific appearance clearly, she could only see the red robe on her body, moving with the wind.

   "Then, is that the woman my adoptive father has always loved?"

  Before a certain palace of the Tang Sect, a young woman watched the illusory figure in the sky, and suddenly felt a little throbbing in her heart.

  Her name is Tang Wu, this name was given to her by her adoptive father,

  At the beginning, she thought the name sounded nice, and she liked it very much.

   But later, she gradually discovered the meaning of the name, so she didn't think so.

  It turned out that she had always been a substitute for that woman, and she was adopted by her adoptive father only because she looked alike.

   "Junior sister," Tang San pursed his lips, wanting to reach out and hold Tang Wu's hand.

  But he hesitated for a moment, and finally did not move.

  Although he had some feelings for Tang Wu, he didn't dare to offend Master.

  He has always known that the woman in front of him is the master's confinement, Ni Lin.

  So, he has always kept such a relationship deeply in his heart.

   dare not show it.

  With tears in the corners of Tang Jian's eyes, he stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Wu's imaginary hand.

"You're back?"

  Xiao Wu in front of him didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile on his face.

   Tang Jian knew that all of this was fake.

  Between the heaven and the earth, illusory snowflakes are falling, and there are bursts of sadness.

  Master Zhang's face was flat, holding the Hongchen Knife with one hand.

   Artistic conception, he will too.

   "The ten directions are dead!"

  Master Zhang's eyes were red, his mind was instantly occupied, and he entered a sober state of neither sadness nor joy.

  He hasn't used this move for a long time, but this doesn't prevent him. This move is his bottom-line method.

  Tang Jian let go of Xiao Wu's hand, and the woman in red was slowly floating in the sky.

   Tossing and turning, it seems to be dancing.

   But in an instant, he arrived in front of Zhang Jing.

   At the same time, Master Zhang is also ready.

  Looking at the woman in front of her, the corners of Zhang Jing's mouth slightly raised,

   Then, suddenly cut off.

   "Boom..."

   This is a very soft voice, not as good as the movement of the congenital masters fighting.

  The illusory figure of the woman, under Zhang Jing, is like a bubble.

   With a light poke, it turned into nothingness.

  It seems that it has never appeared in this world.

  In terms of artistic conception, Zhang Jing's artistic conception of a sea of ​​blood is much stronger than Tang Jian's.

   "This...Xiao Wu."

   Tang Jian looked at this scene in disbelief, his strongest method.

  The artistic conception that he placed high hopes on was so vulnerable to Zhang Jing's knife.

  How can he accept this?

  After the shock, there is unstoppable panic and fear.

  The strongest methods are so easily broken by Zhang Jing, so what else can he do?

  Although Tang Jian can be regarded as a character, fear inevitably appeared between life and death.

   Zhang Jing's knife continued, and the illusory artistic conception was crushed by Zhang Jing without even being able to stop it a little.

   "Sect Master," the little old man saw this scene.

   Without thinking about it, he directly burned his own golden core, and an extremely powerful force burst out in an instant.

  The two-foot-long short ruler broke out again.

  The old man came to Tang Jian at an extremely fast speed and protected him.

   "Boom..."

   With a horrible slash on the giant ruler, there was a "click".

  The short ruler at the core broke, and blood flowed from the old man's seven orifices.

   This ruler is one with his mind, and now he has been severely injured, and he has also been greatly damaged.

   "Master, let's go!"

  The old man let out a low growl, and brought Tang Jian, who was a little sluggish, back to reality.

   "Uncle," Tang Jian looked at this scene in horror.

  A blood-colored sword light covering the sky cut down like a demon god.

  A short figure stopped in front of him, blocking the fatal blow for him.

  Tang Jian will never forget this scene, and this picture will always be remembered in his heart.

  At this moment, Tang Jian was full of remorse, and should not have gone to Shangyong in the first place.

   You shouldn't offend Zhang Jing, a murderous god, otherwise, how could the Tang Sect have such a disaster?

   It was he who carried forward the Tang Sect and monopolized the Lingchuan Mansion, gaining the limelight for a while.

   It was also he who brought the Tang Sect into the abyss, and countless disciples of the Tang Sect will mourn under Zhang Jing's knife.

   "When the sect master is here, the Tang Sect will be there. If the sect master is dead, the Tang Sect will have no hope. Let's go!"

  The squeezed blood erupted from the seven orifices of the short old man.

  The whole body was dyed blood red, and the sound of "click, click, click" came out constantly.

  Tang Jian knew that the bones on his uncle's body were being squeezed and broken.

   It is conceivable how much harm my uncle is suffering at the moment.

   "Zhang Jing, I swear against you. One day, I will pay back everything you have done to my Tang Sect!"

   Tang Jian yelled angrily, and then burned his blood directly, wanting to leave here.

  However, how could Zhang Jing let him go so easily?

  Such a guy who hates him so much stares at him all the time, Zhang Jing feels that even if he sleeps, he can't sleep well.

  So, Tang Jian must die!

   "Hehe... naive," Zhang Jing chuckled lightly.

  Among the sea of ​​clouds, the blood was tumbling, and a blood-colored giant dragon that was bigger than before poked out its head.

  The air mechanism firmly locked Tang Jian's figure. At this time, even if Tang Jian wanted to burn his blood and leave, he couldn't leave.

  The moment Zhang Jing started, he was not prepared to let any of them leave.

  When you cut the grass, you will get rid of the roots, and if you kill the family, no one will be left behind!

"Roar…"

  The blood-colored real dragon whizzed out, and the two strands of golden dragon beard set off its majesty.

  The tight scales around the body are locked together without the slightest gap.

   "No..." The little old man roared angrily when he saw this scene.

   wanted to explode here, but the golden core had been burned out, and there was no power left.

   Soon, the little old man disappeared into the void.

  Master Zhang jumped up and stood on top of the dragon head.

   Yulong Tread the Sky, crushing all opponents in front of you.

  Tang Jian clenched his teeth, and his whole body was in a riot of energy and blood. At this moment, he also imitated his uncle and cut off the road to martial arts.

   Burned the golden core and destroyed the way.

  He could feel the power of that **** true dragon.

   Otherwise, he might collapse at the touch of a button.

"die!"

  With the determination to die, Tang Jian rushed directly to Zhang Jing.

  Even if he dies, he will bite off a piece of Zhang Jing's flesh in the end.

  He is not only ruthless to the enemy, but also ruthless to himself.

  So, the disciples of the Tang Sect and Wu Wei of the Sky Surveyor who were fighting below saw such a scene.

  One side is a **** demon dragon with a length of hundreds of feet,

  On one side is Tang Jian, the head of the Tang Sect who is more than seven feet tall.

  The bodies of the two are like a bright moon compared to an ant.

  But the two people who are so uncoordinated are about to collide fiercely.

  Actually, before they hit each other, most of the people below already guessed the outcome.

   "Father."

  Tang Wu had tears in the corners of his eyes, staring blankly at the figure in the sky.

   That figure rushing forward without hesitation made her intoxicated.

   "Boom..."

  Two disparate figures collided fiercely.

  A huge roaring sound resounded throughout the entire world.

  The heat wave is rolling in, and the void is rippled.

   Then, in just a split second, everyone below saw a figure flying out backwards.

  This figure is still ragged, with disheveled hair.

  However, disciples of the Tang Sect could still recognize who this figure was.

   "Father!" Tang Wu exclaimed, and then stepped out to meet the figure in the air.

   "Master."

   "Master of the door."

   "The sect master is defeated, the Tang sect is finished..."

  A look of frustration filled the hearts of countless Tangmen disciples.

  Even the sect master is defeated, how can they resist that terrifying figure?

   Some Tangmen disciples looked at the domineering and powerful figure in the sky and thought to themselves.

"kill!"

  Wang Teng directly chopped down a disciple of the Tang Sect in front of him, and then shouted angrily.

  My lord is worthy of being a lord. He has never been defeated. Any enemy in front of him will be crushed and wiped out.

  The fighting continued, with howling everywhere.

  Zhang Jing exhaled slowly, calming down the surging blood.

  Tang Jian's desperate efforts really brought him some small obstacles.

   But, that's all.

  In the face of absolute strength, everything is false.

  Looking at the fighting on the ground, Zhang Jing didn't care about it, but waved his hand slightly.

   Streams of light burst out, and under one blow, countless disciples of the Tang Sect fell down.

  Master Zhang walked down from the void step by step like a fairy.

   Tang Jian, who fell into Tang Wu's arms, barely opened his eyes.

   "Xiao Wu..."

   "Father," Tang Wu cried.

   A call from foster father brought Tang Jian's mind back.

  Just now, he thought he saw Xiao Wu.

   "Tread..."

   Zhang Jing lifted his steps and approached slowly.

   "Master Zhang, you won, I admit defeat, all this is Tang Jian's fault, can you spare the life of my righteous daughter?"

   Tang Jian prayed.

  Looking at the woman in front of her who was very similar to the phantom beside Tang Jian just now.

   Zhang Jing raised his eyebrows, then nodded and said:

"no!"

   Make some kind of international joke, destroy people's families, then let go of the disaster in a moment of softness, and wait for people to come for revenge in a few years.

   Without decades of cerebral thrombosis, I can't do this.

  (end of this chapter)