Chapter 549 Not worth it, unnecessary, what a big deal

Chapter 549 Not worth it, unnecessary, what a big deal

These days, Liao Wenjie stayed in Tianxiahui Arsenal and read a lot of books, and gained a lot.

Xiongba kept his promise and sent the secret books of Tianshuang Fist, Cloud Pailing Palm, and Fengshen Kick. Just like his disciples, each secret book was missing three moves and two moves.

Xiong Ba was not sorry, because Liao Wenjie only said he wanted the secret book, but never said he wanted the complete secret book.

Liao Wenjie didn't care. When Shan Nian was disguised as a sword master, he pierced Xiong Ba's eyebrows with a sword, packing up the entire three-point method of returning vitality, and copied it along with three martial arts such as Tianshuang Fist.

He was a fastidious person, so he saved Kong Ci's life as payment for buying books.

Standing in the forbidden area of ​​​​the sword tomb, Liao Wenjie closed his eyes and sensed the sword embryos buried under his feet. He found that there were thousands of them and they were all rusty. He waved his hand and held a ball of blood and sent it into the ground.

Bu Jingyun's blood.

In the weakened version of Fengyun World, there is no Sword Worship Villa, the peerless sword was forged by Bu Jingyun's father, and the unsealing ceremony was simplified to only the blood of the Bu family.

Liao Wenjie took Bu Jingyun's blood and quickly summoned a peerless sword from the ground. Just by looking at its appearance, you could tell that this sword represented justice.

After getting the peerless sword, Liao Wenjie looked at it for a while, then threw it into the air. When the black sword escaped into the void, he himself disappeared into the forbidden area.

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Japan, Wushen Jue Palace.

The black flag rustled in the wind. In the huge campus, rows of Gui Cha Luo wearing grimace masks remained silent. The chilling aura turned into dark clouds and went straight into the sky to block the darkness.

If Tianxiahui is the largest force in the Central Plains martial arts world, then Wushen Juegong is the strongest legal gang in Japan. Similarly, like Xiong Ba, the palace owner Jue Wushen is also a tyrannical figure.

Twenty years ago, Wuming killed the martial arts community in the Central Plains to the point of collapse. The ambitious Juewu Shenyu wanted to take over the Central Plains, and led thousands of ghost soldiers to the city, which was only one gate away from the hinterland of the Central Plains.

Wuming came out with a heroic sword, one man and one sword, blocking five thousand Japanese elites for a day and a night.

The reason why these 5,000 people were able to hold on for so long instead of just fleeing was because Wuming, who was in his early twenties, was inexplicably sad and had already begun planning to retire from the world.

In this battle, Wuming didn't kill anyone, and the five thousand masters either lost their martial arts skills or had their weapons cut off by him.

The invincible appearance made Jue Wushen despair, and he returned to Japan with five thousand elites in dejection, uttering harsh words before sneaking away.

Wuming won by luck today, but this matter is not over. In ten years, in just ten years, he will make a comeback, and then he will compete with Wuming.

Jue Wu Shen broke his promise. Twenty years later, he was still hiding in Japan, looking for an opportunity to poison Wu Ming.

There are rumors in the world that the martial arts myth Wuming has become a myth, and it has long been overturned.

Absolutely no god would not believe this.

By the way, Xiongba didn't believe it either, or he was half-convinced. He seriously suspected that Wuming had faked his death, and was hiding behind the scenes to watch the developments in the martial arts.

Back to Jue Wushen, today was another day when he did not dare to invade the Central Plains. Jue Wushen, who was so idle that he was so idle, gathered his troops and prepared to attack the Miyamoto family and regain ground for his son Jue Xin.

Some time ago, an interesting thing happened in the Miyamoto family. Half of the older boys broke in with swords. At the age of ten, they had extremely high martial arts skills and...

Extremely lustful.

The young man kicked the head of the Miyamoto family away, rushed to the secluded place, and forced himself to sleep with the beauty of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Yukirei.

That’s ridiculous!

Sekirei Miyamoto is truly beautiful, a graceful and graceful lady, and her splendor is worth breaking.

The problem is, everyone who knows knows that Miyamoto Seoling is already an old woman. She has only been looking good for forty years because of her practice of side martial arts and her beauty skills.

pony? cart?

Do young people in Central China have such strong tastes now?

This makes Japanese people feel embarrassed. They have always been the leader in heavy flavors. Let alone others, they can't even taste the exhaust gas.

Jue Wushen's intelligence work was in place, and he knew that the matter was not just as simple as a young man coveting the beauty of an old woman. Miyamoto Seoling had not left home for forty years because she was dumped by her husband on the day of her wedding, and she became a leftover girl.

And her husband is none other than Dugu Jian, the famous ‘Sword Master’ in the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

The two of them, one holy and one spiritual, jointly created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and Miyamoto Seoling held the ‘World Sword’, making his combination with the Sword Master unparalleled in the world.

Sensing the strong atmosphere of gossip, mainly due to the possibility of obtaining important information, Jue Wushen asked his son to go and find out what was going on, and it would be best to capture the young man alive.

Then Juexin was carried back, seriously injured by a sword, and still has a high fever.

Jue Wushen was angry on the spot. Juexin was his most valued child. He was talented in martial arts and had a great filial piety. If such a good son disappeared, where would he find another one?

The troops and horses are in full force, and there is absolutely no desire for the charioteer to conquer personally.

This is one of the few differences between him and Xiong Ba. They are both Xiong Ba and are equally good at calculations. Xiong Ba’s foundation is to return three points to his vitality. All calculations are based on his own strength. Without enough martial arts capital, Xiong Ba Will not show his ambition.

Jue Wushen is a little less interesting. He is by no means an arrogant warrior. Martial arts is a major help to his king's hegemony, not the foundation.

Unable to defeat Wu Ming, he made targeted arrangements, stole the golden bell cover from Shaolin Temple, transformed the demon into an indestructible golden body, and specially practiced three killing fist moves, one of which was the 'Killing God' move specially created for Wu Ming.

After twenty years of hard training in martial arts, thinking that he still couldn't defeat Wu Ming, he developed the exclusive secret recipe 'Blood Jue', and then...

I'm currently considering how to poison him, and I heard that the tyrant in the Central Plains was so fierce that he beat him until the swordsman beat him to ashes in front of the martial arts heroes.

What should we do in the face of this powerful enemy?

In a word, the time has not come yet, Jue Wushen decided to endure it any longer. Those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. He has endured it for twenty years, why does he care about enduring it for ten more years?

Bang! !

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a loud noise outside the school grounds, and a plaque fell from the sky and landed in front of Jue Wushen with a bang.

There are four big characters in the letter, Dong...ahem, it's 'Wushen Jue Palace'.

Seeing that the door of his house was demolished, Jue Wushen was furious. He raised his arms with round golden light, first folded his armor, and then glared in the direction of the door.

"Who is this person? He is acting so recklessly in Wushenjue Palace!"

"..."

The visitor didn't say anything, a wisp of sword energy shot into the sky, and the boundless sword intent spread across the sky, killing Gui Chaluo who was surrounding him like a dead soldier.

When the blood filled the air and the air humidity increased so much that even the dust could not be raised, the figure in red slowly walked out of the killing array.

Good thoughts incarnate.

At this moment, the incarnation of good thoughts lost the red umbrella and the sword of defeating evil, and replaced the weapon with a black peerless sword.

The sword has a spirit, and he doesn't want to be driven by the incarnation of good thoughts. He is coaxed along the way, saying that he has advanced swordsmanship experience to learn, so he temporarily commits himself to it.

"Who are you? There is no one like you in Japan."

Seeing the kind thoughts transformed into a smile full of kindness, Jue Wushen felt his scalp numb and thought about what kind of evil skills could train people to become neither human nor ghosts.

"Coming from the Central Plains."

"It's the Central Plains again..."

Jue Wushen frowned. If it weren't for the age difference and the evil face that made Miyamoto Xueling want to die, he would have suspected that the incarnation of good thoughts forced his way into Miyamoto's house and seriously injured his son. The culprit.

"You Central Plains people are all in crooked ways. You can tell by the martial arts you practice. You are not a kind person either."

Jue Wushen said coldly: "People from the Central Plains, you and I have never known each other. Why did you break into my Wushen Jue Palace and destroy the plaque of my palace?"

"I can't find a golden body to try my sword on."

The incarnation of good thoughts wields a peerless sword. Although the sword has been unsealed, it has not drunk the blood of a strong man, and its edge has not been lost. It is not worthy of the word "peerless".

"Arrogant!!"

Jue Wushen was furious, and the body-protecting golden light reached perfection. He opened the way with a killing fist and killing heart, exploding the boundless wind and cloud energy, and blasted straight into the chest of the incarnation of good thoughts.

Ten meters, five meters, one meter...

Seeing that the incarnation of good thoughts was motionless, with no intention of evading, Juewu Shen was even more angry. He used seven points of strength in his fist and added another three points, hoping to kill the incarnation of good thoughts to the ground in one fell swoop.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the air burst into clouds and waves, shattering the ground of the school ground. All the surrounding ghosts were injured by the energy, vomiting blood and fled away.

The winning look on Jue Wushen's face gradually dissipated, and he stared in shock at the incarnation of kind thoughts that didn't even move. He felt a sharp pain like a heart-piercing pain in his finger bones. As expected, they should have cracked.

"How is it possible? My indestructible golden body...my killing fist..."

Jue Wushen spoke in disbelief and fell into doubts about life. If the golden body and the killing fist were useless, how could he bravely travel to the end of the world and realize his ambition? What was the meaning of forbearing for twenty years? ?

"Not bad, you tried your best."

The incarnation of good thoughts spoke lightly, and in an instant he swung his peerless sword, using the Holy Spirit's swordsmanship to fight head-on, causing golden light and dust to fly. After two breaths, he retracted his sword and stood up.

Jue Wushen's eyebrows were split open and bloody, and the next second, blood surged all over his body, and his indestructible golden body was covered with blood marks and wounds.

The injury was not serious, and he could see that the other party seemed to disdain to kill him, and came here just to test the sword.

What a shame!

For Jue Wushen, whose heart is as high as the sky, this is undoubtedly more uncomfortable than killing him. He has long since left his young mind and returned to his childhood, and has suffered a huge shadow. He looked at the incarnation of kind thoughts and turned around with a lonely face, his eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes, and he punched down again.

Killing fist·killing god.

This punch was created for Wuming, with the intention of killing the martial arts myth.

As soon as this move was launched, the sharp fist broke through the sky, like the lake, sea and river rolling back, with endless momentum, covering the location of the incarnation of good thoughts in one fell swoop.

The aftermath spread, and the momentum was overwhelming. The surrounding area was barren of grass and turned into ruins. Any Gui Chaluo who was still close to watch the battle without eyesight was shocked and killed into a blood mist that exploded in the air.

He gathered all his strength and punched out. Juewu Shen gasped and stood on the spot, supporting his knees with both arms, and said with a fierce expression: "You are such a master of the Central Plains martial arts. If you weren't careless, I would probably kill you." It will take some trouble..."

As he spoke, Jue Wushen's heart felt cold, and a question that had been repeated for twenty years came to mind again.

The people of the Central Plains are so powerful, he insists on breaking through, just in case...

It’s not that I’m afraid, but that it feels pointless.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful your fists are and how big your chassis is, you can stay in Japan and wait for opportunities to overthrow the emperor's regime.

Thinking of this, he gradually felt the severe pain in the finger bones of both hands, and he was still frightened. With just two punches, the iron fist blessed by the undefeated golden body was useless. What kind of hard skills did the opponent practice?

If he had struck too quickly, he would have been left alive instead of killing him with one punch.

"Um?!"

With a soft snort, he was shocked to the point where he took a few steps back and saw Liao Wenjie's uninjured figure in the dust. His Adam's apple was beating up and down, and Aba could not utter a single word.

"Why are you patting me on the shoulder? Is there anything else?"

"ah……"

It was not very lethal, but extremely insulting. Jue Wushen was filled with grief and anger. He slapped his head with five fingers together. The palm wind was halfway through, and he could barely hold it back.

Not worth it, not necessary, what a big deal.

Twenty years ago, he was kicked out by Wuming. Five thousand elites could not even squat in the grass of the Central Plains. They could not knock him down in such a frustrating battle. Today, this humiliation is nothing!

"You're fine, I'm fine."

The incarnation of good thoughts smiled slightly, and Jue Wushen was so shocked that he retreated all the way back into the palace.

"You have a very powerful poison..."

"Hand it over and you won't die."