The hall was extremely quiet, with only the snow birds yelling "shush".

"Touch!" Jiang Shijia punched the coffee table beside her and shouted loudly with a firm look: "What do you think of this by the martial arts seniors who are responsible for the country's kindness?!"

Dugu Changhui coughed lightly, without looking at Miao Wuhen at all, and said in a deep voice: "You can send someone to review the evidence immediately. If it is true - it should be punished according to national laws!"

"Amitabha Buddha, the pure one is clear, the turbid one is turbid, and who is true and who is false, you will naturally be clear after examining it." Master Jingxin clasped his hands together and said softly.

"I agree with Dugu Zhenren and Master Jingxin." Mrs. Qiu said with a serious expression without a smile on her face.

"Hahaha..." Miao Wuhen suddenly burst out laughing, as if crazy, his voice was harsh, and it echoed repeatedly in the hall, which was annoying.

Jiang Shijia turned her head to look at him and shouted in a deep voice: "Master Miao, what about your opinion?"

Miao Wuhen slowly put away his laughter, his expression became cold and arrogant, his eyes turned into blades, and he glanced at the people in the hall, exhaling: "My opinion... More than 40 years ago, Chen Xuting, a dog thief who was the commander of southern Sichuan—"

Jiang Shijia shouted in shock: "Shut up! Miao Wuhen, you dare to insult the late emperor--"

"Then you shut up! The lackey of Dazhou!" Miao Wuhen showed a ferocious face, he poured his internal strength into a roar at Jiang Shijia.

The two were less than ten feet apart. The Jiang family was shaking and slid on the wooden chair, covering their heads, and in pain for a moment they couldn't speak.

The sudden incident surprised everyone.

Miao Wuhen looked sad and angry, and spoke again: "The dog thief Chen Xuting conspired to rebel, summoned the leaders of various Qiang tribes, trying to threaten them to lead their members to rebel together. He first asked my father about his opinion. My father was respectful among the leaders. He clearly replied to the dog thief that he would never let the peaceful life of the Qiang people be broken, and would never let the Qiang people be involved in the bloody battle of you Han people...

Then he was killed by the dog thief, and then... the family of thirty-seven people, both men, women, young and old, were killed! The entire tribe was also divided, and only a few people escaped to inform me who was studying in Chengdu..."

Miao Wuhen’s words made everyone stunned when he heard them, and forgot to scold him for “insulting the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty in person.”

Although the iron-blooded Changhemen was also surprised, he could still keep calm. Ye San asked in a deep voice: Are you a Qiang person?

"Yes, I am a Qiang person! He used to be a Qiang person who admired the sinicization, but now he is a Qiang person who is determined to take revenge! The blood of my thirty-eight relatives must be enough blood from the officials of the Great Zhou to repay!" He said with a sinister expression, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and his left hand slapped the thick and thick arm of the chair under him. As the wood chips flew, he actually pulled out an iron sword, waved his hand and rolled the cold light to Jiang Shijia on his left hand.

The snow bird on Miao Wuhen's shoulder felt the murderous aura, flapped its wings and flew away instantly.

However, because the sword light came very quickly, Jiang Shijia's breath was disordered because of the roar, and it was difficult to dodge for a while. Seeing that the sword light was about to slash on his body, a string of Buddhist beads suddenly flew away, knocking away the sword light, and a figure flashed in front of Jiang Shijia.

"Miss Shi." Miao Wuhen held a sharp sword and looked at the head of the Emei Sect wearing a plain white monk's robe. He showed a sarcastic smile and called out her lay name: "Do you still remember that the chaotic army led by Chen Xuting, led by the dog thief, entered Chengdu Prefecture more than 40 years ago, killed you as the prefect's father, and humiliated your mother. There was no living in the mansion. Your loyal servant tried his best to protect you and escape into Mount Emei, so that you can survive until now... You have saved this dog official of the Great Zhou mercilessly today, but did these lackeys of the Great Zhou mercilessly let anyone in your family go?!"

"Amitabha." Master Jingxin lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "There is no Miss Shi here, only Emei Jingxin."

Miao Wuhen pressed his right hand on the arm of the chair and laughed: "Yes, you have forgotten who Miss Shi is, but some people will never forget it for their whole life."

"Miao Wuhen, you are looking for death!" Dugu Changhui opened his eyes wide open, roared, and waved the whisk in his hand. The 384 soft ponytails were poured into her internal force, and they were as straight as a sharp-hard needle, making the whole whisk like a sharp-free sword, stabbing Miao Wuhen like lightning.

Miao Wuhen was prepared for it. His right hand crushed the chair arm and pulled out a long blue knife from it, stirring it to the whisk that was swinging.

There was a "bang" sound, and both of them shook their bodies, with fluffy floating in the sky, and the long sword was safe, but only bare handles were left in the whisk.

Dugu Changhui was surprised. She had already done her best just now, but she didn't expect that Miao Wuhen, who had always been low-key, had the same internal strength as hers.

"The Qingtian Treasure Sword!" Mrs. Qiu exclaimed.

"Good eyesight." Miao Wuhen shook off the remaining ponytail hanging on the knife and sneered: "No wonder there are rumors that Mrs. Qiu's eyes are pointed. Any martial arts you like are difficult-"

Before Miao Wuhen could finish his words, the long sword in his left hand pierced out lightning, and a "clang" sound was heard. A small silver bead flower was stabbed by the tip of the sword, and instantly shattered, turning into thousands of silver dots, attacking Miao Wuhen.

Miao Wuhen was not afraid at all. His right wrist trembled, and the long knife instantly turned into a round light curtain on his chest.

"Ding Ding Ding Dangdang..." After a series of pleasant sounds, the blue knife in Miao Wuhen's hand flashed like a jewelry inlaid. His right hand shook slightly, and these crystal clear fragments rolled down from the knife and sprinkled all over the floor.

"The silver needle flying flower technique is just like this." Miao Wuhen held the sword in his left hand and the sword in his right hand. He looked down on everyone, and said proudly: "The Bashu martial arts world is all flies! For thirty years, I have no intention of showing my true martial arts. I just hope that one day I can integrate the sky sword and the iron sword into one, and that I can do more. Senior Ye, thanks to your Tianshan Snow Lotus, I got what I wish today, I am very grateful! Now I challenge you, do you dare to take it?!"

Miao Wuhen's words aroused the anger of everyone, but he then challenged Ye San, which made these people unable to have an attack for a while. After all, as an old senior in the martial arts world, Ye San cannot easily interrupt such a challenge unless he refuses. This is the rule of the world. Therefore, even if Mrs. Qiu was angry, she could only look at Ye San, hoping that the word "no" would be heard from his mouth.

However, Ye San said calmly: "Okay, I was just about to see what would happen if the Heavenly Sword and Iron Sword were combined together."

As he said that, his waist was straight and his back was no longer hunched. He seemed to be standing casually in the middle of the hall, but suddenly gave people a feeling of suffocation like Yuanting Yuezhi.

"Okay! Senior Ye is worthy of being the hero of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he is still stronger!" Miao Wuhen held the sword and walked forward slowly. It seemed that his eyes were always looking at Ye San, but in fact his attention was on both sides. Dugu Changhui, Master Jingxin, and Mrs. Qiu did not take any action to stop him, which made him feel relieved.

When he walked to the center of the hall, he stood still, crossed his swords and bowed to Ye San simply: "Senior Ye, please give me advice."

"I dare not take the advice. I am going to pay your life to the dead brothers." Ye San's expression finally became a little stern.

"My life is here. If you have the ability, take it away." Miao Wuhen said, "Look at the trick!"

The sword in his left hand stabbed out, and this move was neither hurry nor slow, and it was magnificent and grand. It was the martial arts of the Iron Sword Sect, the Demon-Subduing Sword Technique.

Ye Shan's hands suddenly turned red, and his right palm hit him against the sword.

"Iron Blood Danxin Palm!" someone next to him exclaimed.

More than 30 years ago, Ye Wenbo, the leader of the Iron Blood Changhe Sect, learned the strengths of each palm technique in the martial arts world, and combined his experience in bloody battles with the Northern Barbarians for more than ten years, and created this set of palm techniques. He was invincible on the battlefield with this palm technique, killing countless Northern Barbarian generals and soldiers. This is also one of the reasons why he is the nickname "Held the Sky with Only Hand".

How could the Divine Palm, which was so powerful that the world appeared again?

The sword eye was about to touch the iron palm, but suddenly the sword force changed and the stab was changed to a slash. The sudden acceleration of the sword turned into a silver light and slashed towards Ye San from top to bottom.

Use a sword to turn into a knife!... Xue Chang's eyes widened. Although Miao Wuhen only used this move, he could see that Yu Dongge, who was fighting against him that day, was many times stronger.

The transformation from a grand sword technique to an extremely fierce sword technique is so natural and smooth that there is no trace of it. Moreover, the timing and rhythm are extremely accurate. Xue Chang thought that if he was against him, he would probably be hit as soon as he tried.

However, the one who faced Miao Wuhen was Ye San. The old man who had experienced countless bloody battles and came out of the sea of ​​blood was calm and closed his palms, and he actually clamped the amazing sword into his palms.

Miao Wuhen's response was also surprising. He let go of his sword, rose up, and kicked his feet on the sword handle.

The internal strength and weight of this body are pressing on this sharp sword, which is more than a thousand pounds.

However, Ye San shouted lightly, and pushed his palms outwards, and the sword did not advance but retreated.

However, Miao Wuhen used the opponent's push to jump high to the dome and landed at a faster speed. The blue knife in his hand turned into a flying meteor and stabbed Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man.

Everyone was surprised that Miao Wuhen challenged the powerful Ye San again and even attacked others.

Although Miao Wuhen's attack was sudden, Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man were not mediocre. One hand pinched the colored beads and the other clenched his fists, and he was ready to hit Miao Wuhen with a headache.

Unexpectedly, the southern knife suddenly trembled, rumbling and deafening.

The two of them were caught off guard and their movements were slower, and the sword light was already reaching.

"Is this Thunder Sword Technique?!" Mrs. Qiu exclaimed. Of course, she had seen another unique skill in the Iron Sword Sect's Sword Technique many times, but it was the first time she had seen the Thunder Sword Technique used with a knife.

"It's not just the Thunder Sword Technique." Dugu Changhui looked at the field with a serious expression and said with hatred: "There is also the trick in the Sky Sword Sect's Blue Sky Sword Technique - the Hooking of Heaven and Earth. It seems that this dog thief has really integrated the Sky Sword and Iron Sword!"

Just as Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man rushed to Miao Wuhen's attack, Miao Haoxuan and Mo Hongwu, who had retreated to the entrance of the hall, quietly jumped to the center of the hall, and raided the young man in white clothes from both sides, intending to capture him in one fell swoop.

The young man in white clothes was watching Ye San and Miao Wuhen's fierce battle with all his attention, and was not prepared at all.

However, the young man in the yellow uniform beside him kept focusing on his companions. When he saw the two of them suddenly rushing towards him, he roared, and his long sword twitched out, turning into two sword flowers, stabbing the two.

His sword was fast, and Miao Haoxuan's sword was not slow either. When a cold light flashed, he heard the sound of "Dang", holding the changing long sword of the young man in the yellow uniform.

At the same time, Mo Hongwu rushed behind the young man in white clothes like a tiger going down the mountain.

At this time, Ye San in the center of the hall was still far away from the young man in the white-suit. Tang Fangzhuo and the strong man were still dealing with Miao Wuhen's attack. The young man in the yellow-suit was blocked by Miao Haoxuan again... The young man in the white-suit was awakened by the roar of his companions and turned around in a hurry. Mo Hongwu's palm-smacked palm-splittered palm-slittered hand, his face was pale and he couldn't resist.

Seeing that he could pinch the other party's Jianjing point and control this mysterious white-suited young man in his hands, Mo Hongwu was excited when he suddenly saw a man breaking into his sight and punching his fists at his own intercourse. He recognized this person, the soul under the sword who was lucky enough to escape in the Hot Springs killing plan.

This time, you can't escape again!...Mo Hongwu smiled grimly, his right hand still moved his internal force, and his idle left hand used his internal force and hit him out with a bang.

Xue Chang was located on the back of the young man in the white-servant, just on the route of Mo Hongwu's advance. Therefore, although he was also paying attention to the fight in the hall, he still discovered Mo Hongwu's raid before the young man in the white-servant.

Mo Hongwu rushed over and the amazing momentum caused Xue Chang to be scared, but he still punched and helped without hesitation.

When Mo Hongwu waved his palm and hit him, and the strong palm wind blew into his face, he was frightened, but he still did not dodge. Instead, he roared, turned his fist into a palm, and then came first. His right palm actually took Mo Hongwu's left palm. It was exactly one of the eighteen palms he knew about - Kang Long Youhui.

"Roar!" With a roar like a dragon roar, Xue Chang took four or five steps back, and sat down to the ground. He immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Hongwu couldn't help but take two steps back, and felt the qi and blood surging in his body, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

From Miao Wuhen's appearance to Mo Hongwu's sneak attack failed, the rabbits rose and fell, but in just a few rounds. In just a blink of an eye, the situation on the field changed so much that everyone in the hall was stunned.

"The evil thief was looking for death!" The young man in white clothes, who was out of danger, was full of glare, and his mood became hoarse even when he was excited. He pulled out his sword and stabbed him hard.

After the sword was unsheathed, it was like a pool of flowing autumn water, or a winding silver snake. The sword was halfway through, and the bitter cold had pierced into the skin.

Mo Hongwu was shocked by the sharpness of the sword, but he still strengthened his internal strength and gritted his teeth and stepped forward. He drew out the sword with his left hand and turned into thunder, trying his best to block the silver light from the stabbing. His right hand was ready to go, hoping to capture the opponent again.
Chapter completed!