From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 73: Heroes Gather at the Foot of Wuliang Mountain (9100)

After sitting in the shop for a while, Xu Xing suddenly said:
"There is a cavalry coming, a total of seventy-three people, all in armor, all are brave soldiers in the army, riding big northern horses. The leader is good at martial arts, there is a fragrance, and there is a very strong smell of blood, as if he just killed someone."

Speaking of the latter part, Xu Xing frowned and looked thoughtful.

The scent, the cavalry... could it be him?
As soon as Xu Xing finished speaking, a dull sound suddenly rang out in the distance, like the faint thunder in the dark clouds, or the low tremor deep in the earth, becoming clearer and clearer.

In the distance, a cloud of dust could be vaguely seen, winding like a long dragon, rolling in.

With his and Xu Xing's eyesight, they could clearly see that the leader was a young man with jade skin, red lips, beautiful face, and feminine temperament.

Although he was leading a team of armored cavalry, he himself was not wearing any armor. Instead, he wore pink clothes. His expression was relaxed and indifferent. He did not look like he was leading troops to an expedition, but rather like he was taking a leisurely outing.

In this atmosphere, even the broad and long sword in his hand seemed so harmless.

It was as if it was not a knife, but a brush that the young man in pink robe was going to use to show off his talent and to write with.

She rides a tall and fine horse, has a beautiful appearance, likes pink robes, and wields a big sword.

Of course, there is only one person who can possess all these characteristics.

That was the famous figure under General Jingbo, the fourth general, also known as "General Rose" Yu Chuntong.

The people in the martial arts world call it "the rose will not dismount, and the frightened will not return to heaven."

Yu Chuntong has always been a person who likes to show off and enjoy life.

If there is someone in front of him who is more ostentatious and enjoys life more than him, then this person will not live long.

Unfortunately, the partner assigned to him this time by the general is the one in ten thousand, or even one in a hundred thousand or a million.

In front of this man, no matter how bad his temper was, Yu Chuntong had to restrain himself. Because he was one of the "four great villains in the world", "the coffin splitter" Yan Zhao.

However, Yu Chuntong could tolerate Yan Zhao, but Yan Zhao could not tolerate him.

This generous man, who was famous all over the world, left behind only a contemptuous remark "Why should a real man behave like a woman or child" after meeting up with Yu Chuntong, and then left with his 31 most beautiful confidantes in the world.

Even if Yu Chuntong was a determined person and no matter how afraid he was of Yan Zhao, he would still be furious and furious about this.

His way of venting his anger was very simple: killing people.

In fact, Yu Chuntong was originally the deputy leader of the Dalian Alliance and the son of "God of Number One" Zeng Shexiong. Eighteen years ago, Zeng Shexiong was framed and killed by Ling Luoshi.

Yu Chuntong hated Ling Luoshi for killing his father, causing his family to be destroyed and forcing him to live in hiding, but he was powerless to do anything. Ultimately, in this painful torment, his temperament changed drastically and he became filled with murderous anger.

He did not dare to seek revenge on the general, so he took pleasure in slaughtering the weak.

For Chun Tong, killing people is as enjoyable as writing poetry.

——He has always used other people’s lives to satisfy his own addiction.

There are tricks to writing poetry and it requires careful consideration, and the same is true for killing someone.

Even in Yu Chuntong's opinion, killing is a science that requires far more skills and more careful consideration than writing poetry.

It was only after Chun Tong used twenty-seven kinds of sword techniques to slaughter all the villagers in a village that he finally vented his anger.

Although the anger has subsided, the hatred remains.

After killing the last person, Yu Chuntong had made up his mind not to let Yan Zhao live in this world anymore.

It is originally impossible for everyone in the world to live long and live well, but some people, in order to live longer and better themselves, do not hesitate to make others live shorter and worse.

Yu Chuntong is undoubtedly such a despicable person.

He also understood that being mean was useless. If one wanted to stand out and win, one must not only be mean, but also shameless, be cruel, be able to bend and stretch, be vulgar, and use any means necessary.

In the world line of "Young Cold-Blooded", Yu Chuntong relied on this guiding ideology to kill several experts who were stronger than himself, and did many things that were worse than beasts and inhumane.

Therefore, even though he knew that his martial arts and power were not as good as Yan Zhao's, Yu Chuntong still dared to have thoughts about Yan Zhao.

When Tie Shou and Xu Xing saw him, Yu Chuntong also saw them.

Due to days of running around, Tie Shou was covered in dust and looked unattractive. In addition, his internal strength had long been cultivated to the point of perfection, which was hidden without being revealed.

Therefore, at first glance, no one could recognize that he was the world-famous "Iron Hand" Tie Erye. They would only think that he was an honest laborer, or at most, a security guard for a wealthy family.

Naturally, Yu Chuntong had no way of figuring out the truth, so he just glanced at Tie Shou and then focused all his attention on Xu Xing.

Even after walking thousands of miles, Xu Xing was still spotless. His handsome face and tall and slender figure made him look even more extraordinary in this rural inn.

It is like the surging waves. Although it originates from the snow-capped peaks in the world, and although it is clear and crisp, it does not give people a feeling of coldness and chilliness. Instead, it gives people a sense of high spirits and determination that once they are determined to go east to the sea, they will never turn back even if the journey is difficult.

Even a handsome man like Yu Chuntong felt jealous when he saw this. This jealousy was like a spark that lit up his mind.

Yu Chuntong suddenly recalled Yan Zhao's contempt for him, the general's insults to him, and many other things from the past.

At this moment, the irritability, depression and anger that Yu Chuntong had suppressed in his heart suddenly burst out like a flood.

He just felt an extremely itchy chest, as if something was about to break out of his body.

It was a desire for violence that was so strong that it was difficult to suppress.

Yu Chuntong's eyes burned, he licked his lips, and made a decision:

Before enjoying the main dish of Yan Zhao, it would be a nice treat to kill this man first.

Soon, Yu Chuntong's cavalry stopped in front of Tieshou and Xu Xing.

The sound of horse hooves stopped all at once, and the world became quiet in an instant, leaving only the faint sounds of the horses and men's breathing.

Since the boss and the servant dared to open a shop in such a deserted place, they must have some experience.

As soon as they saw the situation, they knew that things were not going well. They quickly and skillfully hid behind the counter without even breathing a breath.

Only Xu Xing and Tie Shou were still sitting at the table.

Yu Chuntong stopped his horse outside the store and looked down at Xu Xing from a high position. After watching for a long time, he finally spoke in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was jealousy or envy. He said leisurely:

"It's not just her appearance that's outstanding, her temperament is also so extraordinary.

My friend, a person like you should not exist in this world, let alone in front of me..."

He sighed and waved.

"Kill him."

Yu Chuntong's tone was quite regretful and full of sorrow, but also revealed a fierce murderous aura.

After hearing these words, although Xu Xing was ready to fight when he recognized Yu Chuntong's identity, he still showed a look of surprise.

Ever since he mastered the boxing skills, he has been using a combination of multiple senses and spiritual realm to observe everything in the world, so he has never had any idea about his own appearance.

Therefore, Xu Xing never thought that one day he would get into trouble because of this face.

Just as Xu Xing was stunned, the sound of bowstrings snapping rang out, and sharp arrows broke through the air. Fifteen sharp arrows tore through the air flow and shot out from outside the store. These soldiers even included the boss and the servant hiding behind the counter in the shooting range!

Yu Chuntong stared at Xu Xing's face and could already imagine what this handsome young man, who was not like an ordinary person, would look like after being shot into a sieve.

This kind of moment that completely shatters beautiful things and turns beauty into ugliness is exactly what Yu Chuntong loves most.

Thinking of this, the anger in his chest caused by Yan Zhao and Xu Xing seemed to be completely vented.

Even Tie Shou did not expect that Yu Chuntong's reason for killing would be so casual and the means of killing would be so brutal.

A surge of anger suddenly rose in his chest, and he slammed the table, wanting to capture this arrogant and domineering general who treated human life as worthless on the spot.

But Xu Xing was one step faster than him.

The next moment, Yu Chuntong's hearty laughter, which was about to burst out, was forcibly held back in his throat, and turned into a quick and short exclamation.

Because, Xu Xing was not as he expected, with bloody holes all over his body, and he still looked so calm and spotless.

Just now, Xu Xing did not make any drastic movements. He just stood up, took two steps, came to the door, and stretched out his hand.

When he stood up and took a step, he used very little strength, and his body seemed to sway and float away rather than walk out.

The five fingers stretched out were gentle and slow, as if they were picking a delicate flower, one by one.

The fifteen arrows fell into his hands lightly like falling flowers, neatly and completely, without any of the deadly sharpness just now, but as quiet and peaceful as fifteen reeds.

No one could have imagined that this young man could grab those fifteen arrows so easily and do it so casually and naturally.

You must know that the more than seventy people brought by Yu Chuntong are all the best elite soldiers under the general. Each of them has been practicing internal strength diligently and is proficient in several kinds of strength changes. Once they shoot arrows, they can concentrate all their strength on one point and burst it out.

In terms of explosive power and lethality, no matter swords, spears, swords or halberds, they are not as pure and fierce as arrows.

The pure power carried by each of these arrows is enough to shoot a tall horse flying sideways, and each arrow has a completely different force, all of which are strange and wonderful.

Even for Chun Tong himself, it was not easy to catch these fifteen arrows.

But when the fifteen arrows came together and fell into Xu Xing's palm, the terrifying explosive force in them completely disappeared.

The only evidence that this power once existed was the fluttering green cloth shirt on Xu Xing's body.

It was like a drop in the ocean, causing only slight ripples.

Yu Chuntong was stunned, and just as he was about to say something, Xu Xing had already raised his right hand and returned all fifteen arrows. The sounds of the arrows breaking through the air rang out at the same time, merging into a thunderous roar, breaking through the air.

Puff puff puff puff puff! ! ! !

Fifteen streams of blood splattered out in succession. The fifteen soldiers who shot the arrows were all shot in the middle of their eyebrows. They fell off their horses with their heads raised, and their lives were gone.

After these cavalrymen died in battle, the horses, without the restraint of their masters, began to move around in panic, throwing the originally neat army formation into chaos.

Only at this time did the storm chasing the arrows finally arrive, shaking the tables, chairs and benches in the entire store.

The pots, pans, plates and cups that had not been put away yet made crisp cracking sounds and broke into several pieces.

The wooden window frame made a clattering sound, breaking into pieces and being carried far away by the turbulent air current.

Yu Chuntong's eyes went dark, and the skin on his head and face trembled due to the airflow, and the long hair tied behind his back also fluttered in disarray.

In the storm, he felt a presence suddenly rushing towards him, and without thinking, he drew his sword and slashed it.

That was the unique skill of General Rose Yu Chuntong, "Missing Air Strike".

The sword chopped out with such force and power that it was like an eternal thunderbolt, falling from the sky with unparalleled power.

Although Yu Chuntong was unable to open his eyes due to the pressure of the airflow and his breathing was almost stagnant, he was still able to accurately judge through his hearing that his knife had hit the enemy directly.

Yu Chuntong was skilled in killing people and was good at it. He could understand his opponent's body structure and even muscle texture clearly with just one chop of his sword.

But this time, this keen sense seemed to have lost its effectiveness, because the information fed back from the blade clearly told him that it was definitely not a mortal human body.

As for what it was, Yu Chuntong couldn't give an answer.

Because even the hardest substance he knew was not as indestructible as that thing.

It's better to say it's strong than hard.

The texture is extremely hard and the strength is extremely strong!
Amid the clanging sounds of metal, the particularly heavy iron knife in Yu Chuntong's hand was crushed to pieces by an extremely white and slender hand that looked like it was carved from jade and shone with a jade-like luster!
There was another loud bang, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from the palm of Yu Chuntong's right hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife. The entire palm, along with half of his forearm, was completely shattered by the recoil force.

The blood mist was not red, but mixed with a deep and dull black. This was the "black blood" poison that Yu Chuntong had hidden in his pink robe and was preparing to use to assassinate the master.

This is a strange poison created by a master of the time-honored Wen family. Once infected with this poison, even a small wound will lead to death.

The creator of "Black Blood" was Wen Tunshui. He died on the spot because of a small wound that was thinner than paper and shorter than an eyelash. The wound was stained with a little black blood. In a very short time, the small wound expanded into a wound bigger than the body. There was no way to save him.

At that time, the detoxification expert of "Huo Zi Hao" was right next to the warm water, but he still couldn't make it in time. You can imagine how quickly the poison took effect.

Yu Chuntong reacted extremely quickly. Although his knife was broken, he still struggled to swing the remaining half of his limb. His internal strength poured out, turning into a surging tide, sweeping up his own flesh and blood fragments and the strange black blood poison, and hit Xu Xing on the head.

After Yu Chuntong made this attack, he squeezed the horse's belly and poured his remaining internal energy into the mount, causing the exceptionally tall and strong horse to gallop forward. He himself then soared into the sky and rushed towards the back of the soldiers.

With Xu Xing's sense of smell and sensitivity, he could naturally distinguish the toxicity of the "black blood", but he just pretended that it did not exist. He closed his pores and orifices, and walked in the blood mist as if he was strolling in a garden. With just a tremor of his skin, he shook off the poisonous water.

——As early as in the world of the Ming Dynasty, when Xu Xing had cultivated to the "Ultimate State of Skin Refining", he had already been able to remain dry in the rain and to walk by separating the water. Now, of course, facing some poisonous water, it was more easy for him.

He took a step forward slowly, and the fingertips of his right hand, which had just crushed the big iron knife, were slightly bent, as if half-opened, and pressed against the horse's head.

Hold the horse's head for an instant, then slowly press the base of your palm down, let your right elbow drop, push your shoulders outward, hold this powerful momentum, then rub downwards, let the force sink along the spine to the coccyx, wrap your waist and hips, bend your knees, and suddenly step on the ground with your feet.

With a bang, two deep pits that were as deep as Xu Xing's calves exploded under his feet. Dust rose up and the soil shattered into pieces.

The warhorse let out a wail, and as if carrying a mountain of weight, its strong limbs suddenly bent and it fell forward.

Xu Xing took a step forward, put his left hand around the horse's head, lifted the whole horse horizontally, and threw it towards Yu Chuntong.

"not good!"

Yu Chuntong had just landed on the ground and was about to use his skills to run wildly when he felt a strong wind pressure coming from behind him.

This steed was the "Snow Crow Divine Horse" specially selected by General Jingbu and presented to Yu Chuntong. It had an exceptionally strong physique, was a full head taller than an ordinary warhorse, and weighed nearly two thousand kilograms. Compared to a camel-like mount like a horse, it was more like a ferocious carnivorous beast.

Such a tall horse was lifted horizontally and thrown out by Xu Xing. The power and strength it displayed were simply incomparable.

This scene even made most of the battle-hardened soldiers feel a deep sense of fear and horror. It's not like they haven't seen martial arts masters before, but none of them could be more direct and shocking than Xu Xing's pure and unrestrained bravery.

Yu Chuntong is a first-rate master, extremely sensitive. Even without looking back, he can feel the destructive impact coming from behind.

Every hair on his body exploded at this moment, and his blood rushed into his brain, his face turning red.

Yu Chuntong had no time to dodge at this point, and could only stretch out his still intact left hand, raising his palm like a knife, cutting and pulling.

The warhorse neighed loudly and broke into two pieces. Blood suddenly appeared and splashed everywhere, splashing on the many soldiers around and Yu Chuntong himself.

When the horse's blood splashed, those soldiers who were originally as strong as bulls fell to the ground one after another as if their backbones were pulled out. Even Yu Chuntong himself staggered and fell down.

There is actually poison in this horse blood!
The poison was called "red scale element" and was originally an antidote developed by "small brand" Vancouver. However, unexpectedly, this antidote was also a strange poison and killed Wen Hehua.

The strange thing about this poison is that once it is injected into animals, its toxicity does not take effect immediately. When people come into contact with the poisoned animals, they will be infected.

Wen Cici, a master of the Wen family, accidentally ingested this poison. He just sneezed and his entire nose flew out. This shows how potent this poison is.

Yu Chuntong put this poison into the "Snow Crow Divine Horse", which is a killing move that is more difficult to guard against than the "Black Blood".

In the original novel, Yu Chuntong used these two moves to plot against Leng Xue, causing this swordsman with endless fighting spirit to suffer the greatest humiliation and torture in his life.

However, now facing Xu Xing, a great master who was beyond the common sense of martial arts, these two strange poisons that were specially used to assassinate masters were returned to Yu Chuntong himself intact.

In just a moment, countless bloody cuts like a baby's lips appeared on the body of this Rose General, opening and closing as if he was greedily breathing in the outside air, but also devouring Yu Chuntong's vitality.

Yu Chuntong's originally delicate and handsome face suddenly became as hideous as a demon, enduring the pain of being eaten by thousands of ghosts.

He crawled on the ground like a maggot, with his head slightly raised, looking at Xu Xing with desire and hope, his eyes revealing only one meaning:
Give me a good time.

Xu Xingben was not the type of person who liked to torture others, but Yu Chuntong, a pure villain, was an exception.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth is the iron rule in the underworld.

Seeing that Xu Xing was not moved at all, Yu Chuntong finally confirmed that this man was by no means the traditional pedantic righteous knight, but a pure warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles and would show no mercy to the enemy.

Therefore, the hope in his eyes was immediately extinguished, replaced by a determination and madness at all costs.

Yu Chuntong exerted his last bit of strength, shook his legs, and his whole body was like a flying water snake. He opened his mouth and bit towards Xu Xing with all his might.

——He has regarded himself as a human bomb, not seeking to hurt Xu Xing, but only to pass his poisonous power to Xu Xing.

People like Yu Chuntong, who are full of tricks and have no manners, but are also resolute and ruthless, are extremely rare even for Xu Xing.

With some emotion between his brows, he turned his body, his sleeves whirled, and he grabbed and retracted his right hand, rolling up the air flow, and pulled Yu Chuntong over. He shook him violently, shaking all his muscles and bones, and with another point of his left hand, he wiped out his consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, Tie Shou had already left the inn and subdued the group of knights who had lost their backbone.

However, in fact, the second captain did not need to take any action, as the knights had already fallen off their horses, and even the war horses fell one after another in the chaos.

Tie Shou looked at Yu Chuntong's body. Although Xu Xing had won the battle just now with great ease, Tie Shou could sense the danger lurking in it.

Even someone with profound skills like Tie Shou couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw the killing array formed by the two strange poisons. If he were to face Yu Chun Tong, he would most likely be ambushed.

Tieshou is quite aware of his own simple nature.

He turned his head again and looked at the soldiers lying on the ground, in great pain, with their limbs gradually corroded. A look of pity flashed across his eyes.

Tie Shou was about to say something, but Xu Xing shook his head and said:

"There's no need to worry about it. The poison in Yu Chuntong is too strong. These people have been poisoned to the bone marrow and there's no way to save them.

Hey, these soldiers are used to killing people with him, and they have killed at least a dozen people. It’s all their own fault and they deserve it.”

Although Tie Shou had already sensed from what happened just now that this group of people all had bloody hands.

But seeing so many lives disappear in front of him in this way, he still couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

Hearing Xu Xing's words, Tie Shou couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"Tafa, you really are..."

Xu Xing could of course hear the emotion in Tie Shou's tone, but he just turned around and said calmly in a nonchalant tone:

"How can you repay kindness with evil? They neither respect their own lives nor the lives of others, so what else can I say?"

After saying that, Xu Xing turned around again, threw a bag of silver to the trembling innkeeper and servant behind him, and said apologetically:
"You two, I'm responsible for what happened today. Take this money and go do business somewhere else."

After that, he reminded:

"The front door is filled with poisonous gas. It's a deadly place. You two should pack up and leave through the back door."

Tie Shou was silent for a while, then sighed:
"Perhaps, you are right, but I really can't bear to see this kind of thing. Well, let's go."

Xu Xing laughed again.

"I am me, and you are you. Why do you have to imitate me? I am just being myself. After all, we are different people.

There are things you can’t do, but there are things I can’t do that you can do.”

It was a gentle, generous and understanding smile.

Tie Shou had only seen such a smile on Mr. Zhuge's face.

After saying this, Xu Xing's eyebrows and eyes flew up, and he continued the next sentence without hesitation and very fluently:

"Of course, there are very few things you can do that I can't do!"

There was even a hint of relief in his tone.

Seeing Xu Xing's confident expression, Tie Shou's depression suddenly dissipated. He smiled and shook his head, saying sincerely:
"Step method, at least, I can't learn your confidence."

Xu Xing laughed out loud:

"Of course!"

Although they were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was relaxed, both of them realized the same problem:
Yu Chuntong is the general's man, and Ding Chunqiu is very close to the general. His arrival with such fanfare shows that at least in the eyes of Ding Chunqiu, the instigator, the power of the "Seven Insects and Seven Deaths Medicine" should have made Wuyazi unable to resist.

This also shows that the situation in Dali Kingdom has truly reached a point where it cannot be delayed any further.

However, it was not until they arrived at the foot of Wuliang Mountain that they truly realized the true meaning of the four words "urgent".

The largest gathering Xu Xing had ever seen in his life was Zhu Tiandu’s alliance on Aobei Island.

But whether in terms of the number or quality of masters, that alliance that gathered all the masters in the southeast was still dwarfed by the scene at the foot of Wuliang Mountain.

The foot of Wuliang Mountain was now in a state of commotion. With just one glance, the two men could tell that there were at least one or two thousand people gathered here.

These one or two thousand people were dressed in various costumes, each occupying a place, divided into three camps, which were clearly separated from each other.

One of the groups had the largest number of people, dressed differently, and surrounded a gorgeous carriage.

The four square pillars of this car are all made of pure gold, with exquisite carvings and inlaid with various pearls and gemstones. There are also skull bone ornaments, gilded treasure bottles, Buddha bone relics, etc. around it, which is extremely luxurious.

Around the carriage, dozens of muscular and burly red-robed lamas held various sutra pillars and prayer flags in their hands. They looked solemn, like the guardian vajra before the Buddha, revealing a firmness that was not moved by external things. It was obvious that they were masters of esoteric Buddhism.

The only one who can ride on this Dharma vehicle and command the Vajra Protector of the Tantric Buddhism is naturally the one who conquered the five branches of Tibetan Buddhism, dominated the Western Regions, towered over the snow-capped mountains, and was regarded by the world as the person with the highest achievement in the Tantric Buddhism, and could be called the living Buddha of the time, the "Great Wheel Vajra King" Jiumozhi.

In addition, there are seven young men with swords on their backs. Although they are in this camp, they are very far away from the frame. There is a vague momentum of forming their own faction and opposing it.

There is another faction, which has the smallest number of people but has five to six hundred armored guards, lined up in a strict formation. The person in the middle is Duan Zhengming, the upright emperor of Dali, and beside him are a group of monks in bright yellow robes.

However, the most imposing person among this group of people is a young man with a handsome face, wearing a square scarf on his head, and dressed like a scholar. He is tall and slender, and although his face is relaxed, his eyes are like cold lightning and full of sharpness.

The other group, although not too many in number, was the loudest, with drums and gongs beating and huge flags waving.

These people had different appearances and looked nothing like people from the Central Plains. Everyone wore black clothes, and the styles were all different. Some people even wore black clothes made by splicing together black of different brightnesses. The black was simply bizarre and colorful.

They were reciting hymns with the same meaning in different languages ​​and intonations from different nationalities, which were barely recognizable. The most common words among them were "Xingxiu Laoxian".

This group of people were also crowding around a sedan chair, but this sedan chair was not luxurious at all. It was simply big and black, and in the deep darkness, there was an unsettling silence.

Although the other two factions were opposed to each other, they also vaguely pointed their spearheads at this faction.

The invisible pressure kept piling up, causing the Xingxiu Sect disciples who were trying their best to beat drums and gongs and recite poems to feel heavy and extremely exhausted.

In the sedan, there was a young man who was as skinny as a bamboo pole, with not even two ounces of flesh on his body. He raised his eyebrows and said with some displeasure:

"Mr. Ding, do you want the three of us to take action and teach them a lesson?"

In the sedan, an obese guy and a short and sturdy man nodded at the same time.

Ding Chunqiu didn't care at all. He stroked his long silver beard and said leisurely:

"No hurry. 'Rose General' Yu Chuntong is on his way with 72 elite soldiers and one reinforcement. It's about time we arrive.

When they arrive, neither Jiumozhi and the Seven Deadly Swords nor the old guys in the Tianlong Temple will be a concern. "

When the young man heard the name "General Rose", his expression changed, as if he had seen a rattlesnake, which was even wrapped around his body, with its fangs bared, as if it was about to bite.

For him, who came from the "old brand" Wen family in Lingnan and dealt with all kinds of poisons all day long, this was an extremely rare performance.

After all, a person who dares to carry "black blood" with him and feed "red scale element" to his warhorse deserves the evaluation of "cruel" even in the Wen family, which specializes in poison research.

Young people even think that Yu Chuntong is even more cruel and vicious than these two poisons.

Fortunately, this naturally poisonous creature is here to help...

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ding Chunqiu certainly knew what the young man was thinking and just smiled slightly.

Although he understood Yu Chuntong's cruel character, he was still full of expectations for this Rose General.

If such a sinister and vicious evil person could join my Xingxiu Sect, I wonder what kind of poison he could concoct?

After the anticipation, there is also regret.

It's because although this person has great talents, he wasted them all on the art of poisoning. He didn't learn how to make poison, let alone refine poison. It was really a waste of talent and a waste of talent.

Although he did not quite agree with Chun Tong's use of poison, Ding Chunqiu still affirmed the combat effectiveness of General Qiangwei and his 72 elite soldiers.

What’s more, he was accompanied by the world-famous and intimidating “God’s Coffin-Splitting Hand”?
In this silent confrontation, an extremely dull voice suddenly came from the chariot of the Great Wheel King.

"Hmm? Who is this expert?!"

Every word and sentence that contained extremely strong mental power and fluctuations of inner strength was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the empty valley, and causing the Buddhist bowls, treasure bottles, wind chimes and other instruments inside and outside the carriage to hum together.

The voice and the buzzing sound mixed together, one wave after another, rolling in. The minds of the people around were blank, as if their souls had been washed away by the torrent, without any distracting thoughts.

Even the chanting and the beating of gongs and drums by the Xingxiu Sect disciples were completely drowned out by these words.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

Ding Chunqiu, the "Seven Deadly Swords" and others were all shocked when they heard this. Although they knew that this "Great Wheel King" was extremely powerful, they did not expect that his internal strength would be so powerful and his Tantric chanting method would be so profound and unfathomable.

The monks of Tianlong Temple who had fought with him before were on high alert, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Before Jiumozhi finished speaking, a clear and bright voice sounded from the end of the crowd. Just by listening to the voice, one could feel that he was a lively and energetic young man.

“What a tantric mantra!”

Different from the sound waves of Jiumozhi which were continuous and torrent-like, this sentence was spoken word by word with clear intervals, without any sense of disconnection.

It was like six bolts of thunder exploding from the ground, each one clean and sharp, full of deafening power.

After hearing these words, everyone whose minds were blank suddenly came to their senses.

They even felt that the circulation of qi and blood in their bodies had quickened a lot, as if these six words had inspired them to have vitality and cleansed them from head to toe.

Everyone was stunned and turned to look, only to see two young men walking slowly towards them, shoulder to shoulder, at the end of the huge crowd.

One of them had a strong back and waist like a bear, a sturdy figure and a solemn face.

He was like a mountain rising from the ground and moving slowly. Every step he took gave everyone in the field an unparalleled sense of oppression.

There were experts in the field who recognized him and they all exclaimed:
"Master Tie Er!"

"Second Constable!"

"Iron hand!"

The man next to Tie Shou was handsome, full of energy, and free and easy. His blue robe fluttered in the wind, and he looked like a god, as if he had just descended from the sky and landed on the earth with a wind, carrying an extraordinary air.

At just one glance, this man's divine presence astounded many martial arts masters present. They also knew that the voice just now was made by this man.

With such a handsome appearance, such advanced martial arts skills, and the ability to work with Iron Hand, he must be no unknown figure in the martial arts world. However, the vast majority of people present could not recognize his identity.

The only thing he could do was to keep an eye on the situation in the capital, knowing that there was another extraordinary master in the Mansion of the Divine Marquis, and he had some vague guesses in his mind.

When Duan Yu saw him, he was delighted. He didn't care that it was a three-way confrontation. He stepped out and shouted, "
"Brother Tafa!"

Xu Xing looked around, taking a look at all the noteworthy masters present, then he looked back at Duan Yu, smiling happily and heartily:

"Hahahaha, Xiao Duan, long time no see!"

(End of this chapter)