Chapter 187: Sword God vs. Sword God (two chapters in one)
"King Wu has great spear skills!"
Just when the Blood Knife Ancestor was killed by a single shot and shocked everyone, a feminine man in a python robe, with a white face and no beard, clapped his hands and came from the side with two of his men.
His voice was high-pitched and piercing, like the quack of a duck with its neck stepped on.
"oh?"
Zhao Wu looked in the direction of the voice, sizing up the person and spinning the Desert Eagle in his palm. "Who are you? Do you know how to shoot?"
"Wei Zhongxian greets King Wu!"
Wei Zhongxian also looked at Zhao Wu with curiosity and smiled slightly: "Although we don't play with guns, we have never eaten pork, but we have never seen a pig run."
Zhao Wu nodded and looked at Wei Zhongxian with a serious face: "Yes, I almost forgot, you don't have a gun, you can't play!"
Wei Zhongxian was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale and he was furious.
This is a different way of calling him a eunuch.
No guts.
"Little bastard, if I wasn't afraid of the God of War, I would have skinned you alive and chopped you into pieces!"
Wei Zhongxian cursed in his heart, but thinking of the task given to him by Emperor Ming, he temporarily suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice:
"King Wu, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty invites you to come with us!"
Wow...
Wow...
There was an uproar all around, everyone held their breath, their scalps tingling.
Is Emperor Ming preparing to take action against King Wu?
But that's true.
The God of War even cheated on Emperor Ming.
It was reasonable for Emperor Ming to take action against King Wu.
After all, the God of War is a dragon that can only be seen from head to tail.
To deal with the God of War.
Starting with King Wu is the quickest way.
"roll!"
Zhao Wu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and raised his Desert Eagle: "A good dog doesn't block the road. Do you believe that I can shoot you to death?"
From the moment Wei Zhongxian appeared, Zhao Wu knew that he had ill intentions.
So he was not polite from the beginning.
"I wonder if our King Kong Boy can stop the Desert Eagle?"
Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Wei Zhongxian's heart trembled, but he remained calm.
He practiced the Vajra Boy's Kung Fu and had already entered the realm of immortals on earth. He was invulnerable to swords and spears, and was immune to water and fire. His defense was terrifying.
The Desert Eagle can kill the Blood Knife Ancestor.
But it may not be able to break his Vajra Boy's Kung Fu.
certainly.
He stood in front of Zhao Wu, and the risk was huge.
But the king's orders cannot be disobeyed.
He had no choice but to go ahead with it.
He looked at Zhao Wu and said slowly:
"Why is King Wu angry? I am here on orders this time. Your Majesty is sincere and sincerely invites King Wu to the imperial capital for a chat."
Wow wow wow…
Wow wow wow…
As Wei Zhongxian's voice fell, groups of soldiers suddenly appeared in the woods on both sides. They were dressed in black, holding longbows, and ready for battle.
As long as the order is given, thousands of arrows will be fired.
The warriors around the official road panicked, looked up, and were terrified:
"That's the Black Arrow Team of the East Factory!"
"East Factory Supervisor Cao Zhengchun is here too!"
"And there is also the Imperial Guard's Sky-Locking Arrow Formation!"
"That's Jinyiwei Commander Ji Gang!"
"The four great masters, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermillion Bird, are here too!"
"Oh my God, there are people from the Western Factory!"
Both the East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guard were violent agencies of the imperial court that were feared by the underworld.
Except for those peerless strong ones, there are few martial artists in the world who are not afraid.
now.
The East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guards are all here!
Is this the face of King Wu? At this moment.
They truly felt Emperor Ming's "sincerity" towards King Wu.
This is really great sincerity.
I guess no one can refuse.
"Do you think you can kill me with just these chickens and dogs?"
Zhao Wu looked at Wei Zhongxian with a smile.
For these people.
He had sensed it a long time ago.
Not surprising.
And he also knew that there were real masters around who had not yet shown up.
"We know that the King of Martial Arts has inherited the true teachings of the God of Martial Arts and has unrivaled martial arts skills, but what about them?"
Wei Zhongxian glanced at Feng Siniang and Shen Bijun beside him, then looked at Zhang Sanniang in Zhao Wu's arms, as well as Diao Chan, Zhao Min, Han Ji, Ji Xiaofu, Zhou Zhiruo and other peerless beauties.
"Swords and knives have no eyes. If such a beauty were to be injured or die, it would be truly heartbreaking!"
Wei Zhongxian said with a look of reluctance and sighed.
But there was a threat in his words.
it goes without saying.
Zhao Wu might be able to break through, but with so many beauties, he definitely won’t be able to escape.
"You're a eunuch, you don't even have a gun, why should you feel sorry for him?"
Zhao Wu had a look of contempt on his face, and as he spoke, he shot Wei Zhongxian in the middle of the eyebrows.
Bang! Wei Zhongxian was instantly knocked away, his head buzzing and stars in his eyes.
"Nine thousand years old!"
"Nine thousand years old!"
The two eunuchs who came with Wei Zhongxian exclaimed, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
They never expected that Zhao Wu was so tough.
Even though they were surrounded by the East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guards, they still dared to be so unscrupulous.
"Oh my God! Shots fired!"
"King Wu really shot!"
"Will Wei Zhongxian be killed by a single shot?"
"The Blood Knife Patriarch was shot dead, Wei Zhongxian is definitely dead!"
The heroes around were stunned, shocked and terrified.
Many people just looked for places to hide.
Because as Zhao Wu opened fire, the East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guard would most likely shoot arrows.
now.
On the top of the mountain next to the official road, Cao Zhengchun saw Wei Zhongxian being shot flying, and he felt happy but also angry.
The good news is that Wei Zhongxian is most likely dead.
He has one less formidable competitor.
What made him angry was that Zhao Wu was too arrogant.
He was simply not taken seriously.
"kill!"
Cao Zhengchun waved his hand, and the black-clad archers fired thousands of arrows at once, falling towards Zhao Wu's position like raindrops.
The other side.
Ji Gang, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, also ordered his men to shoot arrows. Special arrows that were specially designed to break the protective aura of martial arts masters tore through the sky and fell down in unison.
"Fuck!"
"Ah! Help!"
"No! Stop now!"
Frightened voices echoed throughout the mountains and forests, shouting at the top of their lungs. Under this horrifying rain of arrows, the surrounding heroes were unable to stop it at all.
Even if you block one wave of arrows, you will soon be shot into a hedgehog by the next wave of arrows.
This black-clad archery team and the Sky-Locking Arrow Formation are enough to threaten the strong ones in the Heavenly Man Realm.
Dangdangdang! Dangdangdang! Feng Siniang and Shen Bijun quickly split the arrows and, with the terrifying speed of the rabbit spell, instantly arrived at the White Dragon Chariot.
Countless arrows shot at the White Dragon Chariot, making clanging sounds, but they could not penetrate the White Dragon Chariot, and could not even leave a mark.
"hiss!"
Wei Zhongxian was helped up by two eunuchs, with a white dent between his eyebrows, but fortunately the Desert Eagle did not break his Vajra Boy's Kung Fu.
He survived.
"Nine thousand years old, are you okay?"
"fine!"
Wei Zhongxian turned his head with a ferocious look in his eyes.
Although the shot just now did not take his life, it made his head buzz.
Ever since he became the chief eunuch.
He had never been so humiliated before.
"Hey, your boyhood skills are pretty good? You're not dead yet!"
Zhao Wu was playing with the Desert Eagle and was not surprised.
With his level of cultivation, he already knew that Wei Zhongxian was not dead.
The Desert Eagle is just an external object after all.
In Zhao Wu's hands, it is just a toy.
therefore.
Zhao Wu was not disappointed either.
"It seems that King Wu is disappointed!"
Wei Zhongxian stared at Zhao Wu and found that Zhao Wu's carriage could not be penetrated. He felt solemn in his heart: "Do we have to use the artillery of the Shenjiying to bombard it?"
This time, to deal with the King of War, or to deal with the possible God of War, he not only brought the East and West Factories and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but also the Shenji Camp.
Just as he was thinking, an extremely dangerous aura suddenly hit him.
boom.
Without having time to think, Wei Zhongxian's Vajra Boy's Kung Fu suddenly erupted, all his strength was raised, and he retreated dozens of meters.
And at the moment he retreated, an extremely sharp aura passed through his neck, and the heads of the two eunuchs in the Heavenly Realm beside him flew off, and blood spurted out.
"Jingwei?"
Wei Zhongxian had disheveled hair. He touched his aching neck and stared straight ahead.
Buzz buzz buzz.
A figure appeared silently behind the two headless eunuchs in the Heaven Realm. He was wearing a metal combat uniform, fishnet stockings, a pair of long legs in high heels, and holding a pink sword with a Jingwei head.
If it wasn't Jingwei, then who else could it be! "Jingwei is the fifth on the Sword God Ranking!"
On the top of the mountain, a figure in white clothes as white as snow stood calmly, and his eyes, which had been calm before, suddenly burst out with terrifying sword intent.
His face was very white, neither pale nor ghastly, but a color as crystal clear and smooth as white jade.
His eyes were not pitch black, but they were terrifyingly bright, like two cold stars.
On his jet-black hair he wore a pearl crown with a sandalwood base, and his clothes were as white as snow.
He stood there, like a fairy from the sky, descending to the earth.
He is Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City on Feixian Island in the South China Sea.
On the top of the mountain opposite him.
There was also a figure in white.
He stood tall and straight, his clothes as white as snow, but the sword at his waist was black, pitch black, long and narrow, ancient, the sharpest weapon in the world, with a blade three feet and seven inches long and a net weight of seven pounds and thirteen ounces.
He is Ximen Chuxue from Wanmei Villa.
Ranked sixteenth on the Sword God List.
There was also a bohemian man beside him.
The man's moustache was neatly trimmed, just like his eyebrows.
It was Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows.
He is also Ximen Chuxue's only friend.
"Ice Cube, what are you doing here?"
Lu Xiaofeng looked at the battle below and advised: "You have never seen the King of Martial Arts take action, so you don't know how terrifying he is. These people can't do anything to the King of Martial Arts, and the God of Martial Arts will most likely not appear."
"Besides, even if the God of War appears, you are not on the same level as him. This kind of suicidal challenge is meaningless!"
He knew that Ximen Chuxue came here to challenge a stronger swordsman.
But he really didn't want Ximen Chuxue to get involved in this fight.
“Very strong!”
Ximen Chuxue spat out two words coldly, but his eyes were fixed on Jingwei below.
“…”
Lu Xiaofeng held his forehead with his hand, feeling helpless.
He talked for a long time.
Ximen Chuxue didn't hear anything at all and was just focused on looking at Jingwei.
Um……
She is indeed a great beauty.
The front is convex and the back is curved.
Long legs.
That metal combat suit and fishnet stockings are very sexy and attractive.
certainly.
This is how Jingwei is seen in the eyes of Lu Xiaofeng, the LS.
In Ximen Chuxue's eyes.
Jingwei is a powerful swordsman.
He is the strongest opponent he has ever encountered.
The other side.
Cao Zhengchun, the governor of the Eastern Depot, and the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard frowned.
"I didn't expect that King Wu's White Dragon Chariot is actually a treasure. Arrows have no effect on it."
Ji Gang sighed slowly.
"It looks like we have to do it ourselves!"
Cao Zhengchun raised his hand, ready to give the order to stop shooting arrows.
But at this moment.
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Screams suddenly rang out.
Suddenly, a blood mark appeared on the neck of each Dongchang soldier or Jinyiwei. They fell to the ground with their eyes wide open and their hands covering their necks.
"It's the invisible ghost soldiers or the heavenly killers!"
"Everyone be careful!"
Cao Zhengchun and Ji Gang looked up and saw that the Dongchang guards and Jinyiwei had suffered heavy losses, so they quickly reminded them.
However, facing someone you can't see.
Except for those strong ones above the Heavenly Man Realm.
The rest couldn't defend themselves at all.
His neck was wiped instantly.
"hateful!"
Seeing his men being killed one by one in fear without any resistance, Cao Zhengchun's eyes turned red and his hair stood on end with rage.
"Die for us!"
The Tiangang Boy's Skill was activated, and Cao Zhengchun slapped out with one palm.
Although he couldn't see anyone.
But I can vaguely feel the presence of the enemy.
Bang!
Invisibly, someone slapped him and knocked him away.
But Cao Zhengchun was not happy at all.
He found that the other party was quite strong.
He has the cultivation level of a celestial being.
He can't kill with just one palm.
The same was true for Ji Gang, Qinglong, Baihu and others next to them.
However, their strength is only at the Heavenly Man level.
Not much stronger than an invisible enemy.
There is no way to save people.
"Commander Ji, we must capture the leader first. Let's work together to capture the King of Martial Arts first. There is no need to bother with these invisible assassins!"
Cao Zhengchun shouted loudly, jumped down and went towards Zhao Wu.
"Capture King Wu first!"
Ji Gang gave the order and led Jinyiwei masters including Qinglong and Baihu to rush towards the White Dragon Chariot.
…
In the white dragon chariot.
Zhao Wu held Zhang Sanniang in his arms, playing with the Desert Eagle in one hand, his head resting in Diao Chan's arms, looking lazy and not in a hurry.
"Brother Wu, I'll go help too!"
Zhang Sanniang couldn't help but speak as she watched Jingwei fighting Wei Zhongxian, as well as powerful men like Cao Zhengchun, Ji Gang, Qinglong, Baihu and others rushing in from all directions.
"They are just a few flies, there is no need for you to take action!"
Zhao Wu pinched Zhang Sanniang's pretty fair face, held her in his arms, and watched the show quietly.
He himself had no plans to take action.
He was long past the competitive stage.
Besides, these people did not interest him at all.
There is time to play with them.
Wouldn't it be more fun to let Diao Chan and Lady Yu accompany him in spear practice? "This kid really knows how to enjoy himself. He's still playing with beautiful women at this time!"
Cao Zhengchun looked at Zhao Wu in the white dragon chariot, feeling extremely envious and jealous.
It's a pity even if you give him a beautiful woman.
He couldn't play either.
At most, it can satisfy your mouth and hands cravings.
"Tian Gang Tong Zi Gong!"
Cao Zhengchun gathered all his strength, and his mind was raised to the highest level. He turned his palms into claws and grabbed Zhao Wu.
He knew Zhao Wu was so leisurely.
There must be some invisible strong men protecting us around.
He didn't dare to be careless at all.
Unfortunately, he guessed the beginning.
But I didn't guess the ending.
It's not protected by an invisible strong man.
But there are strong people protecting it.
The other party did not hide.
Aboveboard.
Grand and glorious.
A forty-meter-long golden blade energy fell from the sky.
Sharp.
overbearing.
An extreme smell of danger and death was overwhelming.
Cao Zhengchun was horrified.
He didn't care about Zhao Wu and focused on defense.
"Vajra protects the body!"
A transparent shield protected him, with strong energy flowing through it, making him seem indestructible.
The next moment.
The golden sword energy fell.
The protective shield of Gangqi collapsed like a bubble at the slightest touch. The ground shook and a crack hundreds of meters long appeared.
"What a domineering sword energy!"
There was amazement, regret and horror in Cao Zhengchun's eyes.
The next moment.
His body exploded into two pieces from his forehead downwards with a bang.
Hiss! Ji Gang, Qinglong, Baihu and others who followed closely behind paused and were stunned for a moment.
My scalp is tingling and my back is chilled.
"What an amazing sword energy!"
"Could he be the second-ranked Emperor Shadow on the Sword God List?"
"In the whole world, the only person with such a terrifying sword aura, besides the God of War, is the second-ranked Emperor Shadow!"
Wei Zhongxian, Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuxue and others were shocked and stared at the emperor's shadow.
"What a domineering sword spirit."
Lu Xiaofeng had traveled far and wide, but this was the first time he had seen such a domineering and terrifying sword energy.
He looked at Ximen Chuixue: "Ice, can you block this knife?"
Ximen Chuxue did not answer, but stared at Huang Ying, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
But Ximen Chuxue knew.
He probably can't block this knife.
But as a real swordsman.
He had already put life and death aside.
Being able to fight with such a strong man.
I have no regrets in death.
“Amazing!”
In the White Dragon Chariot, Zhang Sanniang and others were also stunned.
Zhao Min asked:
"King Wu, he is Huang Ying, who is ranked second on the Sword God List. Is he also your man?"
"Um!"
Zhao Wu nodded slightly.
Huang Ying comes from the world of Fengyun.
He came from Japan and was highly respected in his early years. He had enough wealth to last for ten lifetimes and had power over thousands of people.
In addition to his handsome face and supreme royal power.
He also has a wife, Satomi, who is known as the most beautiful woman in Japan, and they have a daughter, Akiko.
One day, Huang Ying took his wife out for a trip to relax, but they were unexpectedly robbed by a group of swordsmen. When his life was hanging by a thread, he was saved by Yagyu Wuwang, one of the seven great swordsmen of Japan.
Since then, Huang Ying escaped death and became his disciple. In just ten days, he had learned all his life's knowledge. Liu Sheng Wuwang was defeated by Huang Ying and killed by him. He was also the first person he killed.
Huang Ying, who was in his twenties, heard that a family in a certain place in Japan had forged a rare magical weapon called the Jingji Sword, so he went there to ask for the sword.
No one in this family has ever been able to wield this sword. The head of the family told the warriors who came to see it that whoever could wield the Jingji Sword would own the sword.
However, the ten fingers of the mediocre swordsman who rashly picked up the knife were immediately broken by the Jingji Sword.
In the end, Huang Ying successfully picked up the Jingji Sword with his unique courage and skills, and the Jingji Sword finally became his.
After obtaining the Jingji Sword, he was unable to control it as he wished. He and the sword failed to communicate with each other, causing Huang Ying's cultivation to stagnate and make little progress.
Puzzled, in order to communicate with Jing Ji's heart, Huang Ying waited in front of Jing Ji's sword day and night, without sleep or food.
In order to impress Huang Ying, Rimi gave up Jing Ji and stayed with Akiko, not sleeping or eating. Akiko even starved to death, but Huang Ying did not change his mind in the end.
Huang Ying thought that the knife was his only life. Rimi was extremely disappointed and wanted to die. She ran towards Jing Ji Dao and was killed.
After the death of his wife and daughter, Huang Ying did not feel sad at all. He thought hard for three days and three nights, even until his forehead exploded. Only then did he suddenly realize that his heart could no longer hold anything except the Jingji Knife.
Huang Ying realized that his wife, daughter, wealth, and fame were all burdens to his sword practice. Only by giving up everything and having nothing could he match the sword.
In the end, Huang Ying gave up his bright future and power, his heart and sword were connected, and he realized the seven sword styles, namely: chaos, sorrow, arrogance, stupidity, tranquility, coldness and anger.
Relying on his strength, he defeated all his opponents in Japan and became the number one swordsman in Japan.
It can be said that Huang Ying is a very pure swordsman.
There is only a knife in my heart.
He is the same type of person as Ximen Chuxue.
Zhao Wu already knew that Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng were around.
Regarding Huang Ying versus Ximen Chuxue or Ye Gucheng.
Zhao Wu was a little looking forward to it.
"kill!"
After Huang Ying killed Cao Zhengchun with one sword, he went straight for Ji Gang, Qing Long and other Jinyiwei masters.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Ji Gang, Qinglong and other Jinyiwei masters had determined looks in their eyes and rushed towards Huang Ying with Embroidered Spring Swords in their hands.
This is a duel between swordsmen.
Too bad this wasn't an evenly matched battle.
Huang Ying kills every kid with one sword.
In just two breaths, he killed the White Tiger, Black Tortoise and Vermillion Bird.
Only Ji Gang and Qing Long are left.
However, in the face of absolute strength.
The two of them soon fell under Huang Ying's seven-style sword intent.
Buzz buzz buzz.
At this moment, a cold and sharp aura of murderousness enveloped the place.
Huang Ying suddenly raised his head.
A sword light flew obliquely, like a flash of lightning, like a rainbow across the sky.
No one can describe the brilliance and splendor of this sword.
No one could describe the speed of this sword.
It was more than just a sword.
But it is the wrath of Thor.
A strike of lightning.
"Fairy from the sky!"
Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City, is in the sky, his sword is like a flying fairy, and he is also like a flying fairy.
This move was created by gathering the spirit of the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave, and it was as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds.
This move is to strike from a high position. The force of the sword strike is brilliant and swift, with a sword energy that can chill even the bone marrow.
The sword's sharpness is so terrifying that it cannot be resisted!
“Well done!”
Huang Ying looked excited, holding the Jingji Sword in both hands, and the golden sword energy penetrated his body, with an overbearing edge.
"Seven Styles of Sword Intentions:"
"Third move, angrily ask the sky!"
A golden sword energy of dozens of feet was swung out, angrily asking the heavens, slaying gods and exterminating demons.
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5600 words.
(End of this chapter)