Chapter 144 Destruction
Chapter 144: Kill the Gate
The ninth day of the ninth month, the Double Ninth Festival.
As the sun was rising, a lot of people from the martial arts world had gathered in Shaolin Temple.
Xu Zhu was wearing a brand new monk's robe, silently looking at the crowd, guarding against possible variables.
"The Prince Duan, the South King of Dali Town, has arrived."
When Xuanci heard this, his face was immediately delighted. At the moment, he and Gusu Murong wanted to distinguish the truth. It would be even better if he could have the help of the King of Dali Town Nan.
"My brothers, let's come out to greet you."
A group of old monks of the Xuan generation slowly walked out of the Main Hall, and Duan Zhengchun also brought the two wives and Duan Yu, dressed as a man, and a group of Dali retainers to greet him.
After a few greetings, Xuanci led everyone into the hall and introduced them to the famous people in the martial arts world.
At this moment, a sinister voice echoed, and a figure leaning on an iron crutch appeared at the door of the Main Hall.
"Isn't this a hero conference held by Murong Gusu? Mr. Murong is fighting Ding Chunqiu at the foot of the mountain. I believe the two can only go up the mountain after they decide the winner."
"Ding Chunqiu, why don't you take action? If you don't take action, you will let me kill all your disciples!"
Seeing this strange phenomenon, the heroes of the martial arts world on the mountain road looked at Ye Wuxin in shock who opened the killing order below, and felt a cold sweat appear.
I felt the sound was quite familiar. Ding Chunqiu raised his head and saw a bloody light slashing towards the Xingsu Gate, which was a three-foot-long sword light.
A group of novice generals were fully prepared, and three generations of monks in Shaolin Temple walked out of the Main Hall and rushed towards the mountain road below.
Halfway through the road, a figure stood on the stone road and looked down at the mountain.
Ding Chunqiu became more and more frightened as he looked at it. The Xingsu disciples only knew the art of flattery in their daily lives, and they didn't even have the chance to resist in front of such peerless and fierce people.
"Haha, Senior Brother Ding, you are really stubborn. Just so happen, Junior Brother, I once swore to kill all your Xingsheng Sect. Let's do the two things together today."
"The old immortal Xingsu is defeated in every battle, and you will be more aware of your appearance and surrender obediently!"
"Can you really reach this point based on martial arts alone? How strong is his internal strength?"
Everyone turned around and looked, but found that the person who spoke was Duan Yanqing, the leader of the four evil people, and there was only a South China Sea crocodile god next to him.
Many celebrities from the world, young talents looked at the face of this person, and many people felt a little familiar.
"Wait, junior brother, you are too impatient. You are a guest from afar. Let's be polite first and then soldiers."
A number of noisy sounds appeared, and the successive flatteries made Ding Chunqiu calm down.
Blood qi surrounds the Blood River Sword, forming small and slender Blood River Sword Skills, rushing towards the Xingsumen in all directions.
"Young man, can you ask if you are also a guest who came to the Heroes Conference?"
"Senior Brother Ding, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have been looking for me and the Shenmu King Ding for a long time, hahahaha!"
The Xingsumen shouted one after another.
With a smug look on Ding Chunqiu's face, he looked at the Divine Wood King Ding and Qibao Ring in Ye Wuxin's hand.
As soon as the man turned around, a cold and handsome face appeared in front of everyone, and suddenly a burst of cry came from him.
"Three flowers gather in the top is a true cultivation, and the five energys are seeking towards the Yuan Cun Earth."
When he heard the news that Ding Chunqiu appeared, Xu Zhu subconsciously looked at the position where Ye Wuxin was sitting, but found that he had disappeared.
"What kind of thing are you worthy of talking to my master?"
After hearing this, the heroes walked out of the hall one after another, wanting to see the famous Gusu Murong and the infamous Old Demon Ding.
Ding Chunqiu took action to destroy the skills of Xuantu and Xuannan. If it weren't for Su Xinghe's treatment, he would probably have been tying the corpse on the drum mountain.
"Young junior brother, I didn't expect that if you don't become a monk now, you have become practicing the martial arts of other schools. If you let your master know, would you say he be angry to death again?"
"Senior Brother Ding, I am going to take you to his grave and kowtow to apologize according to Master's last words. Is there anything else to say?"
"Senior brothers and friends, let's see what his skills are from the Star Sect and Gusu Murong today?"
At this time, the blood lines condensed in the air had already reached more than a hundred. Ye Wuxin glanced at the Blood River Sword and felt that the blood River Divine Sword that used to use Ruyi in the past became more obedient.
Xuanci turned around and said to the heroes and heroes in the Shaolin Temple.
Xuansheng's face was cold and shouted at the monks of the Hui generation and the Xu generation.
Seeing this strange phenomenon, Ding Chunqiu was already extremely wary of Ye Wuxin, and even more suspected that the skill he practiced was a secret that was not passed down by a certain sect of the Xiaoyao Sect, and his resentment towards Xiaoyaozi was three more.
Knowing that this matter cannot be good, Ding Chunqiu retreated and wanted to leave Shaoshi Mountain directly.
As soon as this statement came out, the heroes from the world were quite surprised. The incident of the princess Yinchuan recruiting her son-in-law was a hot topic, and as a result, most people went back in shame without even seeing each other for a while.
"Father, I remember that man was the son-in-law of Princess Yinchuan, Xixia!"
With a wave of the Blood River Sword, a Xingsu Sect leader standing around him instantly burst into blood mist.
Murong Fu, who had been away from the chaos, looked at the scene in front of him and felt unbelievable.
The blood sword was like silk, and the mist was a river. In less than a cup of tea, more than half of the nearly a thousand Xingsu sect members were killed or injured below.
A red light flashed in his hand, and a murderous aura rushed out of the Blood River Sword and slashed towards the nearly a thousand Xingsumen below.
Blood flashed by, and was particularly confused under the rising sun. Several Xingsumen left the world with confusion on their faces.
With his figure falling, Ye Wuxin smiled and held the Divine Wood King Ding in his hand, looking at Ding Chunqiu who was surrounded by the crowd.
At this time, when he heard the news that Ding Chunqiu had arrived at Shaolin Temple, Xuanci's face darkened, and the old monks of the Shaolin Xuan generation were not much better.
No one expected that this lucky man who became the prince consort of Xixia would appear on Shaoshi Mountain like this.
"There is a body that turns into a soul outside the body, and the Taoist body that turns into a demon heart to find a fairy track."
"All the novice monks! Everyone is brave today, and they must capture Ding Chunqiu, who is doing evil, and avenge the two senior brothers' ability to be destroyed."
I saw that there were about a thousand people in black heads, besieging Murong Fu and his group.
The man nodded slightly to everyone and flashed a note.
The disciples and disciples need as much as they want, but they only have one life, so it is better to retreat in time now.
Seeing this scene, Ye Wuxin snorted coldly, and a wine gourd appeared in his hand and fell to the body of the Blood River sword.
In the blink of an eye, snow lines turned into spiritual snakes and headed straight for Ding Chunqiu in the distance.
No matter how free and fulfilling his body movements were, under the amplitude of the Blood Lotus, twelve life and death talismans instantly penetrated into Ding Chunqiu's body.
Chapter completed!