Looking at the originally burly figure, in full view of everyone, it transformed into an ordinary human form and fell into the water.
What surfaced again was no longer the unparalleled great demon.
But a very ordinary middle-aged man.
For him at this moment, it would be easy for Zhou Xuanxin to take his life.
However, he did not do this.
He knows that sometimes death is not the biggest punishment for a person.
He has always punished rape and eliminated evil, and does not take killing lives as his program.
For those who invade China and try to trigger an eternal catastrophe.
The greatest punishment is definitely not beheading.
But to show the world the weakness behind his strength.
Like right now.
All the warships of the Hidden Sword Style were silent.
The previous calls for killing had been silenced.
The blood cloud formation that had roared loudly just now also made no sound at this moment.
With the defeat of the Great Demon God, it was not just the spirit of the Japanese army that was defeated.
Even masters like the Great Master have lost their fighting spirit.
All eyes were fixed on the Great Demon God.
He was once the supreme confidence of the Japanese army.
At this moment, it has become the biggest reason for failure.
Suddenly, Zhou Botong laughed loudly.
"Okay, good boy! You defeated this turtle bastard so quickly!"
"It seems like the old naughty boy really lost to you!"
As he spoke, Zhou Botong tensed his palms.
The art of fighting each other from left to right was launched.
With his soft left hand, he used a Kong Ming Fist.
The right hand is strong and powerful, swinging out the frost-breaking ice palm.
Fist and palm advance together in perfect harmony.
The empty boxing wind blends into the dream, and the empty hole is filled with pine trees.
The ice-breaking palm of Lushuang is exquisite and sharp, and can't be released in a moment.
They are all top-notch exquisite martial arts in boxing.
The balance of hardness and softness actually contains the ultimate principles of martial arts in the world.
Furthermore, Zhou Botong had already cultivated the Nine Yin Sutra to its peak.
The strength in the body is even more continuous. Under each level of punching strength, there are several stamina secretly hidden.
It's really exquisite.
The headmaster was trembling in his heart when he saw that his brother was defeated with a single palm.
Suddenly, I felt the wind blowing from my fist in front of me, and I quickly fought back to resist it.
However, it was all in vain.
The battle for the top of the Grand Master looks like two mountains competing for supremacy.
In fact, the difference is a matter of millimeters or a thousand miles.
All moves are made in an instant.
As long as there are few mistakes, it is the disaster of the crisis itself.
So it's just a fleeting moment.
Zhou Botong held his fist on his chest.
Only two loud noises were heard, and all the bones in the boss's chest shattered.
The whole person bounced back like a spring.
Like cannonballs, they hit the Hidden Sword-style warships one after another.
After knocking over dozens of warships, they fell into the water and disappeared without a trace.
All of a sudden, his body was half-disabled from the beating, and his legs were also wasted.
And in mid-air, a ghost roar and a sharp whistle rose up.
But he saw a blood cloud on the other side being cut off and turned into powder by the sword light.
Hidden Sword is so loud and powerful.
There is a huge battle in the Japanese martial arts world.
It set off a battle of troops that went far across the ocean.
But he never thought that he would die in a battle just beside Emperor Wu's city, above the sea.
As the smoke disappeared, Zhou Xuan looked at the Yinjianliu warship hurriedly escaping on the tide without saying a word.
But the murderous look in his eyes did not diminish at all.
At this time, Wuming said.
"Xuan Xin, several leaders of the Hidden Sword Sect have been executed today. The rest of us will not be punished until death."
"You and I have reached this point in our cultivation. We should put the world first and the common people first, and just spare their lives."
Zhou Xuanxin smiled slightly.
"The sword in the boy's hand will not kill the rats."
Wu Mingji nodded happily.
But then, Zhou Xuanxin let out a clear whistle.
The mahogany sword that was originally hanging in Zhou Botong's hand seemed to be alive, and it shot up into the sky with its first thrust.
Immediately, they shot down with the force of destroying the city and pulling out the stronghold.
Head first into the Hidden Sword Flowing Ship Formation.
Suddenly, the warship capsized, howling miserably, and sawdust flying everywhere.
Hundreds of warships were chopped to pieces by a mahogany sword in an instant.
"you......"
"It's a coincidence that this junior still has this short sword in his hand."
"You know, everyone in the world has his or her own destiny. If you rashly kill off so many lives, perhaps Japan's destiny will also change. I don't know how many people will die in the war."
"If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot about it."
After Zhou Xuanxin finished speaking, he raised his sword and flew away, turning into a white light and walking away.
Wuming was stunned for a long time, but was suddenly startled when he saw his figure moving towards the east.
"He...he is going to cut off Japan's luck!"
Not long after, I saw a flash of sword light on an island overseas.
Immediately there was a shrill roar.
"The destiny of Japan is different from that of China."
"Our country takes the image of a lotus flower for luck. The more flowers there are, the more luck there is."
"And Japan's luck condenses into a nine-headed snake."
"If one of the nine heads exists, your luck will be continuous."
"Xuan Xin is here to cut off nine heads with one sword, in order to suppress the Japanese luck under the sword so that it can never raise its head again."
Zhou Botong shrugged his shoulders, and there seemed to be a strange light shining in his eyes.
"Good boy, there must be a reason for what he wants to do."
"I may not believe others, but I definitely believe this child."
Wuming looked sideways slightly.
"Do you know?"
"I've known it since I met him."
"He was born in a lonely family, and to be able to make it to this day makes me feel really guilty and happy."
"I couldn't tolerate Concubine Liu back then, so naturally I can't tolerate this child today either."
"In the past few days, I have been able to meet him briefly and fight against the enemy side by side. It is a blessing for me for the rest of my life."
This old naughty boy who usually makes fun and plays with the world is extremely rare and full of tears.
And among the layers of clouds and mist, Zhou Xuanxin watched with cold eyes as Japan's luck gradually dissipated, and couldn't help but snort.
Immediately, he looked back at the Martial Emperor City covered in sea fog behind him.
As if looming, he saw the white-bearded old man looking at him with a smile.
Eyes full of hope, eyes full of regret.
When Zhou Xuanxin looked back, there were tears in his eyes.
Although this father has learned martial arts, he knows the way of heaven and man.
But he has nothing to do with him.
When they met this time, the two of them had a tacit understanding and fought side by side, each feeling happy.
The disaster in the East China Sea has been eliminated, but the battle in the hinterland of the Central Plains continues.
Zhou Xuanxin climbed up to a height of a hundred feet and stared at the figure in the sea mist.
This old naughty boy, the world only knows that he has a high level of cultivation.
But only Zhou Xuanxin could see that he was getting older and his figure seemed to be slightly rickety.
He uses his hands to move his energy, and the internal energy in the air retains its shape.
Write a few lines of poetry.
Xizhang machine. The mandarin ducks want to fly together. It's a pity that the old man turns gray first.
Green grass on the spring waves, deep in the cold dawn, bathed in red clothes.
Immediately, he never returned to the city.
He turned towards the Central Plains battlefield and flew away.
