"The Ultimate Deadly Knife"!
Wang Ye flipped through it.
This is a killing knife method.
Kill people, kill demons, kill gods, kill immortals, kill all the gods, demons and immortals, and make a bloody path.
Destroying heaven and earth, seizing destiny.
Wang Ye was a little surprised: "Wu Sheng, where did you find this?"
Wu Sheng smiled and said: "This is my Wu family swordsmanship!"
"Don't your Wu family use swords?"
"In the past, swords were used. My ancestor of the Wu family, the Martial Saint, the saint of saints, used swords. Later, one of my ancestors had a gambling battle with a master of Yi Dao Dao. After losing, he stopped using swords and switched to swords!"
"Martial Saint, haha, Wu Sheng, it seems that your father has great intentions. He wants you to become like the ancestor of your Wu family, Martial Saint." Wang Ye teased Wu Sheng.
Wu Shenghun didn't care about Wang Ye's teasing, "Martial Saint, that is a realm that I cannot reach for the time being. In the future, I may have a chance to get a glimpse of the realm of Martial Saint."
"Yes, we will definitely do it. We can all reach that realm!" Wang Ye was full of confidence.
"Yes, we will definitely be able to reach that realm."
After Wu Sheng tidied up, Wang Ye said goodbye: "Wang Ye, tell the master of the pavilion that when you come back from Dayong Dynasty, you must come to Wucheng. I, Wu Sheng, will take care of you."
"must!"
Wang Ye got on his horse and rode towards the north.
This time, they will definitely kill Tie Fu.
Thirty-one riders, with swords and horses flying across the world, faced off against the strongest legion, Iron Buddha.
"In Zhonghua Pavilion, everyone is like a dragon!" the third uncle of the Wu family praised.
"Third uncle, it's true, but I won't be bad either!" Wu Sheng was confident.
The third uncle of the Wu family was very pleased: "Wu Sheng, you have better conditions than them. The only difference is that you don't have the master of the Chinese Pavilion to teach you. However, you have the peerless blood of your ancestors. When you step into the realm of the master, you can practice Jue Tian Duo." Life Sword, I will become a martial saint in the future!"
Wu Sheng is not good at swords. He practices swordsmanship, but most people don't know it.
"Third uncle, what is the peerless bloodline of our ancestors?"
"That is an indescribable bloodline. When you step into the realm of Grandmaster, you will know that it is a bloodline born for the sword. It doesn't matter if you lag behind the master of the Chinese Pavilion. That guy is not a human being. Don't fall behind. Yu Wangye and the others don’t have any special bloodline. If they surpass you in practicing Juetian’s life-threatening swordsmanship, you will be in disgrace!”
The Juetian Life-Destroying Sword is the peerless swordsmanship of their Wu family, and it was Wu Sheng who wanted to give it to Zhonghua Pavilion to form a good relationship.
These old guys from the Wu family also agree.
But if the swordsmanship of my disciples is not as good as that of outsiders, then I will lose my face.
Wu Sheng's eyes were firm: "Third uncle, I can't. The sword in my heart is about to take shape!"
The knife in the heart is the knife in the heart.
Everything is a knife.
Wu Sheng has not yet condensed the Heart Sword. Once it takes shape, his strength will skyrocket and he will not lose to Situ Jiu, Shangguan Guhong, Yan Xiaofeng and others.
"That's good, let's go. Many people in our Wu family have died, and it's time to take care of their funerals!"
Everyone in the Wu family rode away on horseback.
In the north, thirty-two people galloped on horseback.
"Brother Yi, see if there is anything wrong with this Jue Tian-death-killing sword manual!"
Wang Ye gave the sword manual to his clan brother Wang Yi.
He is not worried about Wu Sheng, but he is worried that Wu Sheng does not know the origin of the sword manual.
If it was a trap set by others and the thirty-one of them were cultivating, it would not be the end of it.
Wang Yi took the sword manual and read it carefully.
A sharp sword energy rushed towards his face.
Wang Yi closed his eyes and felt.
He seemed to see a super strong swordsman, smashing the mountains with one sword, and cutting off the dragon's veins with one sword.
It was a Qinglong Yanyue Sword. The moment it struck, no one could resist it.
call out!
Wang Yi opened his eyes, and a sword aura flashed through his eyes.
"No problem, but you must have the heart to be invincible with the sword. Wherever the sword goes, you will be invincible!"
"Brother Yi, we all have an invincible heart, and nothing can stop our swords!"
"Yes, Pavilion Master, we and Brother Ye are both invincible."
The sword in the hand of the Twenty-Eight Constellations is invincible when it is unsheathed.
Wang Yi nodded, "Okay, you practice in the mountains for seven days. After seven days, we will kill three thousand iron pagodas!"
Wang Yi is very aware of the strength of the three major star masters and the twenty-eight constellations.
The limit is to kill three thousand iron pagodas in peak condition.
Once it is exceeded, the true energy will be exhausted and it will be surrounded by other iron pagodas. Without his help, death will be inevitable.
"Yes, Pavilion Master."
Thirty-one people entered the mountains and forests to recuperate and practice the Juetian Life-Destroying Sword.
The sun and moon rotate twice in the sky.
On the official road, a line of troops appeared.
Iron Buddha.
It stretches for seven or eight miles, like a giant dragon.
They exude cold murderous intent.
At the front is a burly general, and to his right is a middle-aged man wearing a yellow jacket with an extraordinary temperament.
To the left of the burly general is a tantric lama holding a pair of gold cymbals.
The middle-aged man in a yellow mantle glanced at the west with sharp eyes: "General, our Dayong Dynasty has never suffered such losses since it entered the customs. Xiwantiefutu was all killed. The murderers came from Zhonghua Pavilion, but only three of them were killed. Twelve people, are you sure you can kill these thirty-two people?”
The burly general chuckled and said: "Sixth Prince, don't worry, this general will command Xiwantiefutu this time. No matter how powerful this Chinese Pavilion is, they only have thirty-two people, enough to kill them. Besides, Pan Lai Lama is here Therefore, no matter how powerful the murderer is, he is still no match for the Pan Lai Lama, I’m afraid he won’t show up!”
In fact, he didn't know for sure, he just said this to reassure the Sixth Prince Hun Yu.
The sixth prince, Hun Yu, had sharp eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Pan Lai Lama, are you sure you can deal with the master of the Chinese Pavilion?"
Pan Lai Lama comes from the Tantric Sect, the first sect in the Western Regions. He has practiced Buddhism for more than three hundred years and his cultivation is unfathomable.
Moreover, there are other masters of Tantric Buddhism in the army. In his opinion, they should be able to deal with the master of the Chinese Pavilion.
Panglai Lama, a master of Tantric Buddhism, has a calm gaze, as if he is detached from everything else.
"The master of the Chinese Pavilion has unfathomable strength. Even if you defeat him, it will be difficult to kill him. Prince, general, you must consider the long term before killing him. It is best to kill him in one fell swoop, otherwise, there will be endless troubles."
The Sixth Prince Hun Yu nodded: "Pan Lai Lama, you are right, he must be killed in one fell swoop. It's a shame that the master of the Zhonghua Pavilion is not threatened. If, like other major sects in the Central Plains, we use the people of the Central Plains to threaten them into submission, kill them." He has 100,000 people, but no one will bow to him."
General Tiefutu nodded: "It is true, Sixth Prince, does the master of the Chinese Pavilion have any family? We will use his family to threaten him. If he refuses to submit, we will kill all nine of his clansmen!"
The Sixth Prince Hun Yu's eyes lit up and he said: "There is indeed one person. We have investigated before and the only relatives he can count are Jin Yiwei Zuo Qianhu and Zhao Yun. These two are his father's junior brothers. Now, Zuo Qianhu After he died, only this Zhao Yun was left. If we catch this Zhao Yun, we might be able to force him to show up. "
General Tiefutu was overjoyed: "Great, Sixth Prince, let's catch this Zhao Yun and force him to show up!"
"There is no need to arrest Zhao Zhenfusi, the master of this pavilion is right here!"
On the top of the mountain, a person appeared.
Wearing a green shirt, he held a black python whip in his hands.
The strong wind blew, and the clothes rustled.
The wind blows the murderous aura!
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