The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

Text 280 The time is now (Xie Qingning, the leader of Ningzi)

Bang! !

Wei He squeezed the corpse, swept it with a big hand.

With ten-fold special effects fully open, the sea-strength can bring a large amount of wind with a single palm. The pressure made Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu's scalp numb, and their minds were full of horror.

Just an instant, the instant of contact, Yan Jiuzhen realized that something was wrong in an instant, and used secret skills to remove his figure in time, but it was still a step too late.

Because his right arm received Wei He's palm in the front, it broke and shattered on the spot, and his muscles and bones were all shattered into paste, even repairing it was impossible.

Before he recovered, he wondered what happened. Wei He's second hand has arrived.

Had it not been for Song Qinghu to quickly push him away in time, he had now been killed in person.

But he moved away, but Lu Yunbai, who was standing behind him, was in bad luck. Being grasped by a violent force, he lost his breath on the spot.

boom! ! !

Wei He's arms were like siege hammers. Under the sweep, the beams and stone pillars and walls above Tianya collapsed.

Large pieces of sawdust at any time, under the impact of great force, form a rain of bullets like bullets.

Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu leaped and fled Tianya Tower at the same time, and fell downward.

"This guy...! It's not dirty!?" Song Qinghu was short of breath and his face was shaking. It was the first time he faced a life-and-death crisis in twenty years since he broke through half-truth.

If that palm really fell, he would feel that he and Yan Jiuzhen would both die!

That's not the palm strength that can be achieved by practicing the internal organs, it is the strength that can only be achieved by Ming Sense! ! !

"But that force is obviously not really true!!!" Yan Jiuzhen's always solemn and indifferent expression quickly lost his calmness.

There was a mess in his mind.

Obviously it's just for training the visceral bones, why! ?

Why is this happening!

He could not understand.

I can't understand why the visceral strength training that can be easily defeated in weekdays will become so terrifying in Wei He's hands.

The layer upon layer, the horror that suffocated like a sea wave, made him almost unable to breathe depression and fear just now.

"No...I can be sure, that's not really exciting!!" Yan Jiuzhen shouted in midair.

His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he seemed to understand that he had discovered an extremely important trick.

It's not true strength, but it can defeat him, what does it mean! ? This means that Wei He must have an extremely important big secret!

And if you report this secret to the Three Main Peaks! ?

"Quick flash!!!" Song Qinghu's anxious voice came from the opposite side.

Yan Jiuzhen's body was still in the air, and he couldn't recover.

Suddenly the light on his body dimmed, and a huge figure slowly emerged behind him.

Wei He's eyes were blood red, and his whole body was bathed in moonlight. It seems to be plated with a layer of silver.

Bang! ! ! !

A palm in an instant.

Yan Jiuzhen's entire head was beaten down forcibly, squeezed into the chest cavity, and disappeared.

The heart in Yan Jiuzhen's chest went from beating rapidly to slowing down, and then quickly full of cracks.

puff!

The heart burst open, and countless blood poured in. It means that the last vitality of this body is completely annihilated.

Suddenly, Song Qinghu turned around to unfold the secret technique. The square pattern of the secret technique without side effects unique to Shizong suddenly exploded on his legs. Let its moving speed further accelerate by 70%.

Only after he walked more than ten meters away, a black air rushed up from his arm and rushed towards his heart.

That is a sign of poisoning.

The violent heart tingling made him unable to lift his breath for a while, his body lost his balance, and he fell heavily in mid-air.

Wei He's body also landed on the ground. His body was more than three meters long, his whole body covered with blood-colored lines, armor-like muscles, long black hair that was scattered, and the strength of twisted smoke that was thick enough to almost leave a shadow in the moonlight.

The many superimpositions made the surrounding disciples and disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sects a little bit dare not recognize each other as their own sect master.

With Songqing Lake as the center, the surrounding area quickly withdrew from the open space.

puff.

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Wei He pinched Song Qinghu's neck and lifted the person up.

"It really disappoints me."

"You...!!!" Song Qinghu slapped Wei He's arm weakly with both hands, trying to release it.

However, he had just been hit by the virulent force, and he was frightened by Yan Jiuzhen's death. At this time, he couldn't lift the force at all.

The consequences of Wu Shizong's seclusion on the mountain finally appeared.

Strength, after all, has to be played out.

Wu Shizong is accustomed to always crushing with high-level and strong secret skills, and has no concept of fighting with the weak to defeat the strong.

But now, Wei He, who should have been weak in their hearts, killed Yan Jiuzhen with a single move. Song Qinghu's mind was completely lost and almost collapsed.

His eyes were completely filled with the invincible shadow of Wei He.

That kind of fear ruined his will to fight.

"I...will...surrender..."

Click.

Wei He broke Song Qinghu's neck casually, then watched him struggle with his hands, slowly becoming weak, and finally dropped his hands and lost consciousness.

Throw away the body.

He turned around and looked at the men who were slowly falling around.

Bai Dou, San Du, Du Han, Xiao Qingyu.

The expressions in their eyes one by one were more shocked and awed than usual.

"Sect Master..." Xiao Qingyu stepped forward and said, "The plan, is it going to continue?"

She just stood in front of Wei He who was ascending the building, feeling the invisible depression constantly squeezing the strength of her body, making it difficult to breathe.

Now she also understands a little bit why the three people who have just had no Shizong are vulnerable to a blow in front of the sect master.

She was just standing here, not as an enemy, she felt her scalp numb and her heartbeat accelerated.

If you really face it...

That kind of feeling, just thinking about it, I feel weak.

"Continue." Wei He said calmly.

He looked up at Tianya Tower, which had lost its top end.

"Don't worry, we will come back sooner or later."

In the distance, outside the city of Wandu.

Several gray figures stood among the treetops, looking at the city from a distance, without making a sound for a long time.

"The two heads of the inner courtyard of Wu Shizong... Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu... just died like this?"

For a long time, a man slowly said his voice, with disbelief and incredible in his tone.

"Dead.... Really and completely dead." The other person replied in a deep voice. "The inner courtyard is the representative of Wu Shizong who went down the mountain on his behalf... now there is an accident, and two of them died at once. The next three main peaks must be shot. If the Wandu Gate Weihe passes this pass... then... The whole Taizhou..."

"Impossible! This matter is no longer what we can measure, and we must report it to the leader as soon as possible! The leader will decide what to do next!"

In the early hours of the morning, the sky gradually lit up and the fish belly was white.

Several gray shadows quickly dispersed and left, quickly spreading the results of tonight's battle.

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Taizhou House, Wang's House.

Wang Shaojun slowly came out of the Quanye Dao Yamen, and after a busy day, he dealt with the re-operation of various lecture halls for martial arts teaching in various counties and towns.

Disasters, plagues, wars, and all kinds of troubles have caused a lot of losses in martial arts and basic schools in Taizhou today.

The things reported from various places have caused him, the newly appointed Taoist master, to deal with a lot of trouble.

Get in the carriage.

Wang Shaojun’s only rejoicing is that he has practiced martial arts, and the strength of the visceral level is constantly walking through his body, so that he will not be like other officials who are not practising martial arts.

"Master, sit down." The coachman whispered.

"Well, let's go, where did the madam and them go?" Wang Shaojun asked casually.

"The madam and the eldest lady went to the nearby Baihong Temple to pray for Buddha."

"The gods and ghosts, what can I do?" Wang Shaojun disagrees, he has been in contact with Wei He more, and he is affected by it in many ways, and he disagrees with the gods and ghosts.

"But what else?" he asked again lazily.

This coachman is not only his coachman, but also part-time personal guard and message delivery duties.

"There is also the Taihu Lake. Many high-ranking officials are planning to visit and join in the fun. The debate between the two of you at that time attracted many people." The coachman replied.

"The only one in the Yellow Temple is Huang Lao, and Xu Zhou and Xu Lao, both of whom are great sages in the world, but this time the debate may be more than just a debate. There are definitely a lot of open and secret fights. Among them, there must be martial arts!"

Wang Shaojun is also yearning for him. If he can go and watch, he doesn't know how much he can help his martial arts cultivation.

"It's a pity that I can't go. Is there anything else?" he asked again softly.

"One more thing. Someone sent a letter from Xuanjing, instructing you to hand it over to the master. The letter is not famous, and the subordinates dare not open it. They can only wait for the master to come out and check it on their own." The coachman replied.

"Take a look." Wang Shaojun became interested. There are not many people who can directly communicate with him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and even write letters.

Moreover, at such a close distance, it would be fine to send a person directly to bring the letter, but the other party still chose to write a letter, which shows that the content does not seem to be known to a third person.

The coachman quickly handed over a letter sealed in red paint.

Wang Shaojun squeezed the letter as he was about to tear it apart, and suddenly he had a pause in his hand.

With a flick of his finger, he touched something out of a small bag hanging from his belt.

Smear something on the letter and tear it apart.

Suddenly a faint fragrance diffused out.

"Sure enough, this kind of flower poison." Wang Shaojun smiled.

The letter was sent by Wei He. This kind of flower poison is the secret sign of their appointment.

Without a signature, using only this poisonous gas, the identity of the other party can be determined.

Unfolding the letter paper, Wang Shaojun read it carefully.

Just taking a look, the content above made his eyes widen instantly.

After reading the content quickly, he squeezed the letter paper into a ball, rubbed his hands and turned it into powder.

The letter did not say anything special. The only thing mentioned was that Wei He would relocate and leave Taizhou completely.

If I want to contact again in the future, I don't know the time, it may be far away indefinitely.

Wei He suddenly mentioned that he was leaving Taizhou, which shocked Wang Shaojun, but he couldn't help thinking.

"Old Li, has something happened to Xuanjing recently?"

"Back to the master, recently...nothing major?" the coachman replied.

Wang Shaojun fell silent.

Obviously there is nothing wrong, but he has the feeling that something big is happening.

"When I return to the mansion, I will send someone to Xuanjing immediately. I want to get all the latest news about Wandumen."

"Yes."

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