Martial Arts: The Gunslinger

"Use my blood to sacrifice the knife? Miejue, you are so arrogant!"

Su Ming's eyes flashed coldly, staring at Nun Miejue coldly. When he arrived here just now, he heard Miejue's arrogant words, and also seriously injured Yin Susu. He had no good feelings for Miejue, and now he was only angry.

"Su Ming, I knew you would come."

Yin Susu had blood on her lips, but her face was full of smiles.

She snuggled in Su Ming's arms, feeling his solid chest, and felt extremely safe and reliable.

It had been many months since she last saw Su Ming, and now she finally saw him again, and he made such a gorgeous appearance, which made her happy and excited.

"Hmm? You are Su Ming?"

Mistress Miejue was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Su Ming to suddenly appear.

Su Ming had ruined the innocence of her disciple Ji Xiaofu and threatened to challenge her Emei Sect. She had long wanted to teach Su Ming a lesson. Now that she had the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slayer in her hand, the other party actually came to her door, which saved her trouble.

"Su Ming!"

Ji Xiaofu stood in the middle of the Emei disciples, staring at the young man in white clothes in front of her with her beautiful eyes wide open.

It had been more than a few months since they parted at the inn that day. She had been tossing and turning all day long. Now that she had finally met Su Ming, Su Ming had become her master's enemy.

"Susu, stand behind me, it's very dangerous here."

Su Ming released his arms that were holding Yin Susu, took a step forward with his right foot, stood in front of Nun Miejue, holding the Piercing Rainbow Spear in his hand, and said word by word:

"Miejue, this is Su's letter of challenge. Do you dare to accept my challenge?"

As he said this, he took out the letter of challenge that he had written long ago, and flicked his hand lightly. The letter was like a blade, and with a swish, it shot towards Miejue's face.

Su Ming's original intention of coming to Wangpanshan Island this time was to challenge the Emei Sect.

"Why not?"

Seeing the letter of challenge coming towards her, Miejue snorted coldly, and when it got closer, she gently raised her hand and grabbed it. She felt a slight tremor when she got it, and she glanced at the contents of her eyes and said with a sullen face:

"Mr. Su, since you have come to me, I will do your best."

The implication was that she accepted Su Ming's challenge.

She was the head of Emei, a master of the late post-natal realm, and the weapon in her hand was the Heavenly Sword. She was not afraid of even the innate masters, let alone Su Ming, who was just a young boy.

"Su Ming, you bastard, listen to me. My master is here today. Let's see how long you can be so arrogant. This day next year will be your death anniversary!" Ding Minjun said harshly.

Back then in the restaurant, Su Ming slapped Ding Minjun in the face, and Ding Minjun always held a grudge. However, Su Ming's spear skills were so strong that she could only swallow her anger at that time. Now, she has the support of Master Miejue, and she immediately stood up and spoke harshly to him.

"Ding Minjun, you are looking for death!"

Su Ming raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground. The pebbles on the ground suddenly jumped up. He whipped the rainbow spear and the pebbles shot out at high speed like baseballs, which was even faster than the speed of a crossbow arrow.

""Minjun, be careful!"

Nun Miejue looked nervous and quickly protected Ding Minjun.

However, Su Ming's move was too sudden, and compared with the high-speed pebbles, Nun Miejue's movements were a bit slow.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Ding Minjun fell down.

"Master... Master... Save me... Save me……"

Ding Minjun lay on the cold ground, vomiting blood and begging. There was a bloody hole in her chest because of the pebble.

She couldn't understand why Su Ming could kill her with just one move when her master was beside her. If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have scolded Su Ming.

""Minjun!"

Seeing Ding Minjun being killed, Nun Miejue was filled with anger.

This Su Ming, who was a hero in the world, actually killed Ding Minjun right under her nose. If she didn't kill Su Ming today, how would she gain a foothold in the martial arts world in the future?

"Master Miejue, Ding Minjun is your disciple.

It's a pity that you don't discipline your disciples well and teach such a shitty disciple.

Su can only help you discipline her personally.

"Su Ming said sarcastically, holding the Piercing Rainbow Spear.

As early as when they were in the restaurant, Su Ming warned Ding Minjun to behave better in the future.

Unfortunately, Ding Minjun refused to repent and bullied Ji Xiaofu several times.

Tonight, she even came out to insult Su Ming.

She deserved to die in Su Ming's hands.

""Su Ming, you killed my disciple, I want you to know the power of the Heavenly Sword!"

Nun Miejue roared angrily, put the Dragon Slaying Sword behind her, and fiercely drew the sword out of its sheath with her right hand.

Roar!

A loud dragon roar exploded in Miejue's hand.

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was melodious, crisp, and high. Hearing this high-pitched dragon roar, looking at the glittering sword edge, and looking at the awe-inspiring Nun Miejue, everyone present was horrified.

"This is the Sword of the Heavenly Sword, the Sword of the Heavenly Sword is unsheathed!"

"If Yitian doesn’t come out, who can compete with him? Once Yitian comes out, no one can compete with him!"

"Looking at the whole world, only the Dragon Slaying Sword can compete with the Heavenly Sword, but with the Dragon Slaying Sword in Miejue's hands, who else in the world can be her opponent?"

"This Su Ming is in danger!"

Looking at Miejue holding the Heavenly Sword, the masters of both the black and white worlds discussed it, and all of them were worried about Su Ming.

"Su Ming, be careful!"

Yin Susu's eyes were full of concern, and she was very worried about Su Ming.

Su Ming's spear skills were very high, but that was the Yitian Sword. Would Su Ming be able to fight against Miejue who was holding the Yitian Sword? It was really scary.

"People only know that the supreme master of the martial arts, Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber, commands the world and no one dares to disobey, but in my opinion, Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber are nothing but scrap metal."

Su Ming pointed the tip of his spear at Miejue, and said word by word:"Miejue, only people like you would treat it as a treasure."

The tip of the Guanhong Spear is made of meteorite iron from outer space, and the Dragon Slaying Saber and Yitian Sword are not in Su Ming's eyes at all.

"You are too arrogant!"

Mistress Miejue's face turned pale, and she said angrily:"Watch out for the sword!"

Swish!

The Heavenly Sword thrust out, sharp and unmatched, straight to Su Ming's throat.

This sword may seem ordinary, but it is actually one of the exquisite sword techniques of the Emei School, called the Nine Styles of the Golden Summit. The sword moves are taken from the Emei Golden Summit. There are nine styles in total, and each sword is majestic, majestic, and powerful.

"Is this the Emei sword technique? Quite interesting."

Su Ming hummed softly, raised the Guanhong Spear, aimed at the tip of the sword of Extinction, and stabbed it hard.

At the moment when the Guanhong Spear was stabbed out, Su Ming activated the Mingshen Wudian, and a stream of air suddenly appeared at the tip of the spear. The pure white air swirled around the tip of the spear, which increased the power of this spear.

Bang!

The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword collided accurately, and the sound of metal hitting each other broke out.

The huge force poured out from the spear, and the sharp and thin sword body of the Yitian Sword was bent directly under the huge impact force, but it soon recovered to normal.

"How is it possible!"

Feeling the opponent's powerful strength, Nun Miejue turned pale and took a step back before she stood firm. She looked at Su Ming in surprise.

"Xiantian Zhenqi, he actually cultivated Xiantian Zhenqi!"

Looking at the white airflow on the tip of the opponent's gun, Nun Miejue frowned slightly.

As a master of the late acquired realm, Nun Miejue yearned for the Xiantian realm very much and knew the Xiantian realm very well. She would definitely not be wrong. The opponent's gun tip must be Xiantian Zhenqi.