Chapter 3 Chapter Two

Outside the door, the sun was bright and colorful, shining on the little lotus money.This is the new lotus in May, and the first delicate new lotus will bloom soon. One applauds. "It's so murderous!" The old man Plum Blossom slowly walked out from the crowd.Every time he took a step, he paused, but then he took another step and walked straight towards Zhuo Wangsun. His eyes are extremely sharp, and it seems that he is like an ancient sword, with a sharp edge.His sleeves hung down like a stream of clouds, holding the plum branch. "You also use a sword?" He looked closely at Zhuo Wangsun.

He was originally a man from outside the sky, even if he was in front of the king, he would not lose the slightest disadvantage. The plum branch was gently rolled up by Liu Yun and touched the tip of his nose. He breathes lightly. This is his sword, his life.His whole life has been surrounded by this cold fragrance, light and pleasant, like a fairy.He often wondered if one day he died by the sword, would there be such a cold fragrance in his bones. He is a man with bones like plums and body like snow. Take plums as swords. Zhuo Wangsun sighed softly. "I don't use a sword."

The old man stared at Zhuo Wangsun.Zhuo Wangsun said lightly: "Everyone in the world knows that Zhuo Wangsun uses famous swords to kill famous people. If I want to kill Qianmei, I can only use plums." Elder Qianmei was shocked: "You know me?" Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "I don't know you, I only know this plum." He stretched out his hand lightly, retracted it, and a tiny Merit held on his fingertips. His movements were neither fast nor delicate, but the old man Qianmei couldn't dodge at all, he could only watch helplessly as he gently plucked a strand of fragrant stamen from the plum blossom in his palm.

Old Qianmei's body suddenly became indescribably old. The plum blossoms trembled slightly, and Zhuo Wangsun said lightly: "If a person has no heart, he will die. What if Mei Ruo has no heart?" He stretched out his hand, and Meirui re-embedded on the plum blossom. Zhuo Wangsun's sigh is like the first snow falling on plum blossoms in early winter. "May is not the season for plum blossoms." "You shouldn't re-enter the world of mortals." There was a trace of pity in his eyes. "I will bring this plum blossom to that person for you."

He stretched out his hand, and gently took the plum blossom in the hand of old man Qianmei. Elder Qianmei remained motionless.There was a smile on his face like an ancient fairy. "Thanks……" He only uttered this word, his body suddenly shattered, and fine blood flowed out. He is old, he really shouldn't come out of the rivers and lakes again. Fangcai Zhuo Wangsun drew the sword energy twice, once to take the pistil of his plum, and once to return the pistil, he could have ignored it, just abandon the pistil and admit defeat.But it's a pity that he is a swordsman and an old man who practiced swords.

Old people are stubborn and strong. Seeing that Zhuo Wangsun's technique contained superior sword intent, he couldn't help arousing his whole body's sword energy to fight against it.It's a pity that Zhuo Wangsun's sword intent is exquisite and unusual, and his control is extremely subtle.But he couldn't do it, and his sword energy also flickered and stopped, but turned into a messy sword in his body, cutting the blood into chaos. But he has no regrets.Years ago, he should have died. Zhuo Wangsun held the plum blossom in his hand, and he seemed a little sentimental.The plum branch waved obliquely, pointing at the remaining four people.

But he was speechless for a while. The plum blossom was held between his slender fingers, and it bloomed for the last time in the silent air, exhaling a sad and cold fragrance. a long time. Venerable Mo Ke said in jerky Chinese: "Good martial arts! My junior brother asked about the Central Plains many years ago, and I heard that he was defeated by your sword energy without even passing a single move under your sword. Seeing you today, I really deserve my reputation, and my trip to the East is worthy of me." Zhuo Wangsun raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Are you the elder brother of Zarajena?"

Venerable Mo Ke clasped his hands together and said, "I'm right here. I respectfully ask Mr. Zhuo for guidance." His Chinese is not very good, and Indian monks don't call them poor monks or benefactors, so he ignores them all, and follows the habits of people in the Jianghu, changing their names to my next, Mr. Zhuo Wangsun shook his head indifferently, and said, "Since you are the senior brother of Zheluoyena, I won't kill you. You can go too." Venerable Moke said: "Since my junior brother has the perseverance to ask the Central Plains, can't I? Ask Mr. Zhuo for a sword."

He sat down cross-legged, clasped his palms together, and his iron-like body fell into a Bodhi figure, facing Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun said: "You don't have a sword and I don't have a sword, so just accept my palm." He stood up, stretched out his right palm, and struck Venerable Mo Ke.Although this is a palm, it contains the wonderful meaning of Chunshui swordsmanship. The moment the palm is struck, a sword shadow is transformed into a sword, directly attacking Venerable Mo Ke. Venerable Mo Ke showed a look of sorrow, and put his palms together, ignoring Zhuo Wangsun's approaching palms at all.

He seems to be an ascetic monk in ancient times, begging God for mercy with great perseverance and great wisdom.If God is not merciful for a day, he will not give up for a day. Finally one day, God put a handful of mercy into his palms. Zhuo Wangsun sighed softly. Even he couldn't bear to kill such a person. The palm style is worthy of the body. Venerable Mo Ke opened his eyes suddenly. All of a sudden, a flash of light flashed in the lobby! Venerable Moke's thin body suddenly moved, but he didn't dodge, but counterattacked against Zhuo Wangsun's palm, and Zhuo Wangsun's right palm hit his body with a "bang"!

Such as losing leather. A sinister smile flashed across Venerable Moke's face, and a strong suction force suddenly rose from his body. At the same time, both hands and feet stretched out, tightly wrapped around Zhuo Wangsun's right arm! He is a master of Indian yoga, the bones of his whole body are as if they don't exist, and his power is flowing, his whole body is like a soft whip. In an instant, Zhuo Wangsun's right arm is tightly wrapped, and he can't break free no matter what!And he is an Indian ascetic master, even if Zhuo Wangsun has the strength to climb mountains, he may not be able to get rid of him! At the same time, there was a big wind, and Gu Qinggan and the black robed king made moves at the same time! This is the real killer move, the killer move that was agreed upon long before the arrival of Master Tanzong! As soon as Gu Qinggan moved, his arms turned into two jet-black ribbons, bringing up a gust of wind and wrapping around Zhuo Wangsun.Just as the wind started, a whistling sound immediately resounded. Where are these two arms?But it was two big snakes with thick bowl mouths, their tails had been amputated long ago, and they were connected to Gu Qinggan's arm bones with an ancient secret method.Gu Qinggan's arm bones were also amputated at the same time, and the flesh and blood had long been united with the big snake. The snake was extremely poisonous, and its whole body was black. When it shook, its fangs flickered, and thick venom dripped out, and it flew towards Zhuo Wangsun. And Gu Qinggan also followed the two snakes, his goal was not to kill Zhuo Wangsun, but to entangle him. These two snakes are ancient alien species, tough enough to avoid swords, and coupled with his painstaking sacrifices, even a master's sword may not be able to hurt them.If Zhuo Wangsun is entangled, then Zhuo Wangsun must be unable to struggle, and then release the poison... Zhuo Wangsun had already been trapped by Venerable Moke's yoga technique, and he won a flash like lightning. If he was entangled by the two snakes of Gu Qinggan again, he would basically lose the power to resist. Then, is the real killing. The real killing move is the sword of the black robe Wang Tong. The black robe has turned into black clouds covering the sky, covering Zhuo Wangsun.The sword is hidden in the black robe.The black robe is all over the sky, but the sword has only one point.This point is stronger than fine iron, and its fangs are more poisonous, and it can sink into Zhuo Wangsun's throat in a flash! This is an incomparably exquisite killing game. If this killing game is used, Zhuo Wangsun will undoubtedly die! Now, Zhuo Wangsun's right arm has been trapped, the poisonous snake has come out, and the black robe is exposed, can he not die? King Wuyue couldn't help laughing. He just let out a laugh, but suddenly choked. Because there is an extra sword in the hall. That is an invisible sword, there is no sword shape, only the sword intent. As soon as the cold sword intent came out, it shocked everyone's hearts. All the movements can't help but be slow. This sword is none other than Venerable Mo Ke. Venerable Mo Ke's whole body has turned into a sword, which is held in Zhuo Wangsun's hand. Zhuo Wangsun was still strolling in the garden, but his sword exploded like thunder. When the sword comes out, the two snakes wilt. In an instant, the sword cut off their fangs and smashed their eyes.The severe pain made the two snakes twitch violently, not listening to Gu Qinggan's mercy, but Wang Tong found that the two snakes and Venerable Mo Ke were forced by the sword intent, and collapsed towards him like the sky falling apart.His sword is very suitable for assassination, so it is extremely short and small, but at this time it just becomes the weakest point. Such a small sword cannot compete with such a surging and magnificent sword. All the meridians in the whole body were blown off! There was only a scream, and Venerable Mo Ke, Gu Qinggan, and the black-robed king were all crippled. Venerable Mo Ke is not immortal after all, unable to withstand the collision of sword energy when Zhuo Wangsun and the other two were fighting with all their strength, all the bones in his body were shattered into powder, and he really became a soft whip. Gu Qinggan's arms were amputated by Qi Gen. Although the two snakes are not afraid of swords, Gu Qinggan's remaining arms are still afraid.As soon as the twin snakes were cut off, they lost Gu Qinggan's hard work and support, and died immediately.Gu Qinggan stared at Zhuo Wangsun with wide eyes, but could no longer fight. The black-robed Wang Tong was even more miserable. Zhuo Wangsun's sword contained all his skills. After beheading the two snakes, the momentum of this sword reached its peak, and then all of it sank into his body.None of the meridians in his body are complete. Zhuo Wangsun sighed softly. "The Venerable Mo Ke practiced yoga and asceticism in ancient India. His body is like fine iron. His hands, elbows, shoulders, knees, and ankles can all be used as weapons, and he can strike from incredible angles. Gu Qinggan is covered in poison, and the two snakes are even more powerful." He is not afraid of the sword, and the middle man will die instantly. The black robe master secretly learned the heart sword of Ling Tianzong, and his swordsmanship has reached perfection. If it is not for assassinating me with a three-inch small sword, I may not be able to hurt you with this blow." "Each of you has a chance to fight me, but you lost so easily when you teamed up. Just because I knew that you must have discussed how to deal with me, so I deliberately lured you to use this move .” "I won because I was confident that no one in the world could kill me." "You were defeated because you didn't believe you could kill me, so you joined forces." He turned around and looked at King Wuyue leisurely. "Isn't it, my lord?" A look of fear flashed across King Wuyue's face, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. Zhuo Wangsun took two steps forward, and King Wuyue retreated again! In desperation, King Wuyue suddenly waved his hand and grabbed behind him. With this wave, he didn't make any killing move, but just tore off the curtain behind the lobby. A face as clear as the moon appeared behind the curtain. Yang Yizhi? Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help flashing a hint of surprise in his eyes. How could he be here?If the majestic martial arts leader hadn't been tricked, how could he be at the mercy of others here? While hesitating, Yang Yizhi's body trembled suddenly, as if hit by an invisible force, he bent down in pain, clutched his chest tightly, and could hardly stand up. Zhuo Wangsun was astonished and couldn't help reaching out to help him. Their hands were held together. Yang Yizhi swayed and finally stood firm.He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhuo Wangsun, with a smile creeping across his face inch by inch. Zhuo Wangsun was shocked suddenly. This is definitely not Yang Yizhi's smile! Suddenly, several small golden snakes flew out from the bottom of Yang Yizhi's sleeve, and swam around Zhuo Wangsun's body in an instant. Zhuo Wangsun felt that all the seven vital points on his body were icy cold. Obviously, those little snakes pressed their teeth to his vital points, and as long as the master gave an order, the venomous fangs would bite in immediately. A flash of anger flashed in Zhuo Wangsun's eyes, and he said coldly, "Who are you?" The man's smile became extremely strange, and his face suddenly squirmed slowly, and gradually turned into another face, a flat, ugly face. He admired Zhuo Wangsun's anger, and slowly said: "I am the real Wuyun Cave Master, and I am Gu Qinggan!" He stretched out a finger and pointed to the man whose hands were amputated: "He is just my dog." Gu Qinggan smiled triumphantly: "I hate you." He stared at Zhuo Wangsun, and slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch his face, but stopped in front of his cold eyes: "I hate you, these people who are born to be superior. Why do you have a face that can be tamed by the Seven Zen Gu, but I don't? God is so unfair! I have sacrificed for twelve years, and finally Refining the Ruyi God Gu, the face can be changed at will, no one can see through it, but just the day before I refined it, you took away the Seven Chan Gu! You ruined my life's dream!" He waved his arms vigorously, venting his anger, but then smiled and said triumphantly: "But now everything is mine, including your face and Seven Zen Gu!" He stared at Zhuo Wangsun coldly, and the muscles on his face gradually squirmed.On his face, the outline of Zhuo Wangsun gradually appeared. Zhuo Wangsun frowned, Gu Qinggan giggled: "Don't move, those little golden snakes listen to me the most, as long as I 'shh' lightly..." His words stopped here, and his life also came to an abrupt end at this moment. Zhuo Wangsun reached out with his hand and strangled his neck. "In front of me, no one gets a chance to 'shh.'" Gu Qinggan fell to the ground, his neck was broken in two, he could no longer breathe, he could no longer speak, he stretched out his hands desperately, stuck his neck, but he could only utter a series of meaningless " Hissing" sound. His face was still squirming slowly, but it could no longer turn into what he wanted.Eventually, his struggles became so rigid that he couldn't move. His face retained a part of Zhuo Wangsun's image, but it was like a mutilated mask, weird and broken, with unfair anger towards God, looking at Zhuo Wangsun humblely. Zhuo Wangsun shook lightly, and the little golden snake that had lost its master was broken by his internal force, and fell into the dust like a butterfly sloughing off. All his smiles turned into sarcasm, facing King Wuyue. "My lord, are there any tricks that haven't been used?" King Wu Yue wanted to answer, but found that his throat was so dry.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Zhuo Wangsun sat down again on the grand teacher's chair in the middle, and waved his hand to signal that King Wuyue would also sit down. King Wuyue stood there for a while, then chose a chair to sit down. ——That happened to be the farthest place in the hall from Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly. "Should I kill you, or shouldn't I?" King Wuyue's face turned green and pale, and he didn't say a word. Zhuo Wangsun said: "I don't want to kill you, because..." "This river and lake is too boring." He suddenly lowered his head and said coldly: "So I want to ask you something, I don't want to hear nonsense!" He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Where is Acacia?" He never explained who Xiangsi was, nor let King Wuyue know whether he knew it or not.Since he asked this sentence, King Wuyue had to answer it. Otherwise, there is only death. King Wuyue was shocked.He wanted to distinguish, but Zhuo Wangsun's sharp eyes forced his lips.After a long time, he slowly calmed down, pondered, and finally, slowly uttered a few words: "Mongolia, I answer Khan." Zhuo Wangsun's expression changed, and he stood up suddenly. "My lord, take care of yourself and prepare some interesting juggling next time." He walked towards the north and never looked back. King Wuyue stared at his back for a long time before he walked to his seat and sat down slowly. His face is extremely complicated. He stretched out his fingers and gently clasped the back of the carved chair like Zhuo Wangsun, and like Zhuo Wangsun, he leaned leisurely on the back of the chair and looked at the empty lobby from a distance. It's just that he doesn't have that invincible aura, and he doesn't have that kingly attitude. His hand tightened the back of the chair suddenly, feeling a burst of irritation. The black-robed Wangtong coughed and said sadly: "My lord..." King Wuyue made a sudden move. A streak of purple air rose from his hand in a blur, drew a virtual arc in the air, hissed and stretched into a length of several feet, and suddenly surrounded the few remaining people together. With King Wuyue's hand, Moke Zun The victim, Gu Qinggan, and the black-robed king all screamed, and their flesh and blood were exploded into powder! The terrified scream of the black-robed Wang Tong pierced the cleanliness of the alley. "You...you...why..." He will not rest in peace.The internal strength that King Wuyue showed was unprecedented and unparalleled. Even in a decisive battle with Zhuo Wangsun, he might not be at a disadvantage. Why did he pretend to be so afraid? He woke up suddenly, the battle was so fierce just now, but King Wuyue still didn't make a move! He will not rest in peace! A sneer appeared at the corner of King Wuyue's mouth, and he slowly clenched his hands. This world must belong to him, and he will never share it with anyone!