I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 386: The whole map of the residual blood wave, I fought side by side with Lin Zhenjun Qingjianxian in the past
"middle!"

After a few moves, the Fire Scale Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood light, illuminating the surroundings like a sea of ​​blood, which was shocking.

The next moment, a blood-red sword light shot out and slashed across Jue Wushen's throat.

This is the killer move of the Eclipse Sword Technique, "Light of Sunset", a killer move for a desperate counterattack when a powerful enemy has the upper hand.

Although this move is powerful, it is almost impossible to defend against once it is performed.

It's basically a fight to the death, with no success unless you die.

After performing this move, Duan Shuai felt extremely helpless.

He has extensive experience in fighting enemies and has a clear understanding of himself, so he is not that arrogant.

After exchanging three moves with Jue Wushen, he realized that the other party's cultivation was far superior to his own.

Even if he was holding the magical weapon, the Fire Scale Sword, he would still end up losing.

What’s even more bizarre is that the Fire Scale Sword passed down from the Duan family is also a weapon from the underworld.

Although the power is impressive, the sword also contains the brutal murderous intent of the Qilin Demon.

If he really wanted to fight with the other party, he might be controlled by the Fire Scale Sword...

The best outcome is to lose all reason, not only die without a burial place, but also become a laughing stock in the world.

Duan Shuai thought about the scene and decisively put all his life's skills into taking a risk.

"Stupid ant!"

Jue Wushen laughed loudly, and his whole body emanated an extremely dazzling golden light, turning into a golden light shield.

The golden light quickly converged, so that Jue Wushen's body seemed to be forged from pure black iron and gold, giving people an unshakable feeling.

The Huo Lin sword energy pierced Jue Wushen's throat and suddenly stopped, unable to move forward an inch.

Jue Wushen took a step forward without any hesitation, and his murderous fist burst out like thunder, hitting the dumbfounded Duan Shuai.

"Is there any mistake..."

Duan Shuai's face turned pale, and he involuntarily plowed over a hundred meters on the ground and fell heavily.

Although the Light of Sunset is a killer move to win from defeat, Duan Shuai's full-strength attack is simply unable to break through Jue Wushen's immortal golden body.

The gap has reached this point, which means that I am indeed inferior in skills and there is nothing I can say.

"Huh? You're not dead? Humph! You're wearing a heart-protecting goggles. You're really lucky."

Jue Wushen laughed wildly and clenched his right fist again: "Gui Cha Luo, cut this rubbish into pieces."

"Woo!"

Figures flashed, and dozens of ninjas wearing evil ghost masks appeared out of thin air and surrounded Duan Shuai.

Guicha Luo is the most ferocious soldier in Wushen Jue Palace and is famous in Japan.

Less than a hundred people are trained each year.

But it is extremely powerful, enough to defeat a hundred people at once!

"kill!"

The encirclement was closing, and a group of Guicha Luo took a few quick steps, drew their weapons, and slashed at Duan Shuai who had no power to fight back.

"excuse me!"

Just at this moment, a distant sigh was heard, and a powerful sword energy exploded among the crowd.

Under the lingering sword intent, the bodies of the Guicha Luos exploded one after another, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The next moment, a middle-aged man with a pale face appeared in the middle of the training ground.

The man was wearing a blue robe and had a sparse moustache.

His expression is neither cold nor warm, as if he has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

There was a lofty dignity in his eyes that no one dared to underestimate.

"The Heavenly Sword has no name!"

Jue Wushen's face darkened: "Pojun, what's going on?"

An enormous pressure swept over.

Wuming's face became even uglier, and he gritted his teeth and took a step back.

"Is this the Nameless Heavenly Sword?"

"This guy does look quite powerful, but now he is seriously injured. He may not be a match for Jue Wushen. Should we help him?"

Ah Qing leaned in Lin Xuan's arms and asked lazily.

"He is seriously injured, but Wuming would never go out if he were not injured..."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "It's nothing. Even a Wuming like this is not someone Jue Wushen can defeat. The current situation is actually quite balanced."

"Then let's take a look at the excitement first."

"Humph! Wuming was poisoned by the strange poison you provided. I had originally captured him, but unfortunately someone secretly attacked him and let him escape by chance."

As Pojun spoke, he easily blocked several of Nie Renwang's killing moves: "Even so, he has now lost all his martial arts skills and is nothing more than an empty shell."

Although he is not as good as Tianjian Wuming, he is also a genius that only appears once in a hundred years in the Sword Sect. Before he went to Japan, his martial arts skills were better than Nie Renwang's.

The Greedy Wolf Sword and Sky Blade in his hands can also be called magical weapons, enough to counter the power of Xue Yin.

At the beginning, Nie Renwang was in a state of exploding blood, which indeed made Pojun a little embarrassed.

But after enduring Nie Renwang's first round of outburst, Pojun gradually gained the upper hand.

If Pojun had not been concerned about Nie Renwang's strategy of dying together, he would have been killed long ago.

"Hahaha, I see, well done!"

Jue Wushen looked at Wuming, who looked dejected, and laughed: "Wuming, you are in this state, and you still dare to come to me. Do you really want to die so much?"

"I heard from a friend that villains must be more careful about what they say and do. A villain is like an old general on the stage, and he is not far from death."

A somewhat lazy voice sounded, and an old man with white hair and beard appeared beside Wuming: "Well, let me just say this: today, evil will not prevail over good, and Jue Wushen and your entire family will be killed!"

"This is the man who saved Wuming!"

Po Jun's eyelids jumped: "Jue Wushen! Although this old dog's martial arts skills are not very good, he is very good at playing tricks. Be careful not to let him escape."

"It's really interesting that the great villain Wuming comes to fight Taijun, but the great hero Pojun is willing to be Taijun's running dog."

The old man glanced at Pojun and said, "Huh? You are not that old, why are your hair all white? Is being a fake queen so stressful? Are you going bald?"

"The old dog is looking for death!"

Po Junqi's body trembled slightly, and his strong energy was dissipated, and he was almost hit by Nie Renwang.

His hair was shaved off by his junior brother Wuming's sword energy in the Sword Sect's ice cave.

When it grows back it will be snow-white.

But if I were to explain this kind of thing seriously...it would seem even more embarrassing!

I can only endure it silently.

"Hahaha! How dare you, old man, say that about Pojun? You're quite brave!"

Jue Wushen laughed loudly: "But today's matter has nothing to do with you, but you are rushing here to die. It's also interesting."

"Who said it has nothing to do with me?"

The old man looked at Emperor Wenlong who was fighting with Juexin and said, "My dear grandson, tell these Japanese dogs who I am."

"Ok?"

Jue Wushen's mind moved slightly, and he punched Emperor Wenlong in the air, forcing him to retreat: "Little Emperor, he is your grandfather Zhu Houzhao?"

"...He is indeed my grandfather, the former Emperor Zhengde."

Emperor Wenlong was a little tired and sighed, "Your Majesty, you have been hiding your identity for more than ten years, why are you still here?"

"Hey, I happened to rescue Wuming that day, and I guessed that these Japanese dogs would attack you, so I made a special trip to Beijing to rescue you."

Zhu Houzhao said nonchalantly: "Others go into battle with their fathers and sons, but your father is dead, so I am the only one left to fight alongside you."

"It's clear that the other party has more cards than us tonight. As the emperor guarding the country's borders, even if he dies, it will be a good story. It will not affect our grand plan."

Emperor Wenlong was helpless: "But Your Majesty, you... Hey, Your Majesty, your martial arts skills are so ordinary, why did you come here?"

"Hmph! Grandpa, in my entire life, when have I ever had the heart to retreat when I encountered an enemy?"

“Back then, Grandpa, I fought side by side with Master Lin, Qing Jianxian and the Demon Lord. Together, we killed the Immortal God, the Nameless Island Master and other important criminals of the imperial court, and we never retreated even a single step!”

Zhu Houzhao said proudly: "Even if Lan Yu, Xiao Ao Shi, Emperor Shi Tian and others rebelled later, it was my grandfather who planned and sent Mr. Yang Ming to fight and decide the outcome."

Emperor Wenlong: “???”

nameless:"……"

"He is an old friend... No wonder the court has such deep thoughts in its actions. It turns out that this guy is hiding behind the scenes."

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "Although this fellow is bold, he is not the kind of person who would deliberately come here to die. There should be more powerful masters to help him."

Lin Xuan was in a good mood when he saw Zhu Houzhao.

Although this guy is a bit weird, the general direction is basically right, and he is also very concerned about dealing with the great catastrophe of the millennium.

In this case, it is considered a successful signing.

If he were replaced by an emperor who said, "Let the common people suffer" and "I don't care about the flood after I die", it would take him a lot of time to clean up the court.

"Yeah, I didn't expect this guy to be alive..."

Ah Qing's eyes flickered, "That's not right. He has lived for at least two generations. How can he be so weak that he can't even break through to the level of a celestial being?"

"The true energy in his body is exactly the same as Wang Yangming's. I guess Wang Yangming passed on his life's cultivation to him before he passed away."

"Now, his realm is just not up to par, but his skills are no less than those of a celestial master. He can be considered a half-step celestial master."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Mr. Yangming is very capable, but it is a bit difficult to fully understand his philosophy of mind."

"Oh, Sister Rong also said that she was able to master Xiantian Qiankun Gong thanks to Master Zhang's teachings."

Ah Qing curled her lips: "But can't we just practice martial arts casually? Why are there so many requirements?"

"This topic cannot be discussed..."

"Oh!"

***
"Hahaha! Zhu Houzhao is indeed a wonderful person. This time I have captured you and your grandson, which can be regarded as an unprecedented achievement!" Jue Wushen's eyes flashed with brilliance: "Wuming, I think you are also a talent. If you capture Zhu Houzhao, not only will I spare your life, I can also take you to meet the general and let you master unimaginable magical powers."

"The throne of the Central Plains concerns the safety of the country and must not fall into the hands of the Japanese!"

Wuming sighed, his eyes revealing a worry about the country and the people, and he spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

As he spoke, the heroic sword at his waist made a clear sound and pointed diagonally at Jue Wushen.

"Okay! Since you don't know how to appreciate my kindness, I will grant your wish!"

Jue Wushen roared, appeared in front of Wuming, and punched him down.

The extremely solid brick and stone ground completely collapsed, and the broken bricks scattered in all directions like arrows.

Mountain-like golden fist shadows filled the sky and earth, and with extremely bloody murderous intent, they crushed towards Wuming.

More than 20 years ago, Jue Wushen led his army to attack the Central Plains, but was stopped by Wuming with a sword and returned empty-handed.

After returning to Japan, he pondered over how to deal with Wuming, and created the Three Killing Fists for this purpose.

It is said that it specializes in killing god-like opponents and was created specifically for Wuming.

The killing punch is extremely powerful and there is no tricks involved. Once it is thrown, it is like the sea splitting and the mountains collapsing!
"Is there a typhoon? So strong?"

Zhu Houzhao felt the heavy and violent pressure of the punch, his face changed drastically, and he quickly stepped back.

"Supreme Emperor, be careful!"

Wuming looked at the majestic and overbearing fist in front of him, which was as heavy as a mountain, and pointed with his finger.

As soon as he thought of it, a blue sky sword shield was formed to block Jue Wushen's killing fist.

With an extremely terrifying collision sound, the sword cover exploded into pieces.

Blood flowed from the corner of Wuming's mouth and he took several steps back.

"It's a bit difficult to handle..."

Wuming smiled bitterly, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his expression became solemn.

Although Jue Wushen's punching power is extremely domineering.

But if Wuming is in full condition, he can still resolve it calmly.

Unfortunately, Wuming is now in a state of "wandering around the map with low health".

As a result, he was further injured by Jue Wushen's punch.

"die!"

Seeing Wuming vomiting blood, Jue Wushen was overjoyed and punched out again.

"As a heroic sword master, and for the righteousness of the world, I must die!"

Wuming let out a long roar, a look of determination flashed in his eyes: "Ten thousand! Swords! Return! To! The! Sect!"

The hero draws his sword.

In an instant, endless green sword shadows gathered from behind Wuming.

When one sword is drawn, thousands of swords are created!

Circles of sword energy shot towards Jue Wushen like a torrential rain covering the sky.

The sword force was like a net, covering the void with unparalleled sharpness. Layer upon layer, endless, without beginning or end!
This is Wuming's supreme sword that activates the power of the Heavenly Sword.

"Master, save me!"

In an instant, the golden gas shield of Jue Wushen's indestructible golden body was blown to pieces.

Feeling the sword energy coming at him like a violent storm, Jue Wushen trembled all over and cried out in panic.

"Amitabha! Master Jue, don't panic, I am here!"

A clear boy's voice sounded.

A little monk wearing a snow-white cassock and with a body as small as a child suddenly appeared in front of Wuming.

"I want to return to the realm of emptiness from the realm of form, so I'll just take a short break!"

The little monk stretched out his hands and formed a mysterious seal, and said with a smile: "Let the torrential rain fall, and let the raging wind blow."

Invisible waves swept across heaven and earth, dispersing the sword energy in the sky.

Calm and calm!

Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Wenlong, General Duan, Wuming and even Nie Renwang all had a look of confusion in their eyes and their bodies kept shaking.

Just now when the little monk mentioned "Ikkyu".

They felt an indescribable fatigue.

It was as if everything in the world had nothing to do with them anymore and they just wanted to have a good sleep and never wake up again.

"To imprint one's mind with another, and the minds are the same? Are you Ikkyu Sojun, the national master of Japan?"

At this moment, the cold voice of a young girl sounded: "You are at a good level, but it's a pity that you have entered the devil's way without knowing it."

The air rippled like water waves, and Ao Xue's figure appeared in front of Yixiu, forming a wheel seal.

All kinds of strange visions kept appearing and disappearing between the two people.

There is the Emperor of Heaven in the Eastern Heaven who commands all the immortals, and there is the ancient Thunder Sound Temple in the Western Heaven where Buddha preaches.

There are the twenty-four gods of India and the ennead gods of Egypt.

There is Jehovah's heaven and Satan's hell.

There are also six reincarnations, endless killings, ghosts and monsters, and demons everywhere...

This is the former Virgo Shaka who integrated the classics of many religions to build an independent world.

"Tianwu Baolun!"

The next moment, Shaka's breath disappeared.

Only Ao Xue, with long hair draped over her shoulders and wearing golden armor, was left, sitting cross-legged in the endless void.

"One flower, one world; one thought, one Bodhi? The Demon Lord uses the power of Buddha to transform into a small world between reality and illusion. This is indeed an unparalleled fighting method."

Yixiu sighed and said, "May I ask, Lord Demon, what do you think Buddha is?"

As soon as the words were spoken, dark evil thoughts filled the void and transformed into the form of a demon, roaring towards Ao Xue.

"Amitabha!"

Ikkyu put his hands together and said calmly: "In my eyes, this is the Buddha!"

Boundless black air gushed out from Ikkyu, dyeing his snow-white robes into deep black.

"Vision, deprivation!"

Ao Xue's eyes flashed and she spoke in a crisp voice.

Ikkyu: “…”

"No wonder Zhu Houzhao is so confident, it turns out he found Xiaobai for help!"

"But, is Xiaobai so powerful? I didn't even detect her presence just now."

Ah Qing smiled and said, "Lin Xuan, are you going to be a hero and save the beauty later?"

Lin Xuan: "..."

"……In the end what happened?"

Zhu Houzhao and others felt their tiredness fade away, and fear appeared in their eyes.

Although the little monk in front of him did not use any martial arts.

But the incomparably powerful spiritual realm he just displayed was much more terrifying than martial arts.

Even Wuming almost suffered a great loss.

"How could this woman's spiritual power be so strong?"

Jue Wushen took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his eyes: "Second Brother, the plan has changed, act quickly!"

"Hahaha! Jue Wushen, you rubbish!"

An extremely hoarse voice was heard, and the ground within a mile radius turned over.

A burly man who looked like a god or demon jumped out from the depths of the earth.

The man was in mid-air, he exhaled and shouted, then suddenly slapped down with his right hand.

The brilliant thunder transformed into a pale white giant lightning palm, which slapped Wuming and others away like mosquitoes.

The next moment, the Thunder Giant grasped a huge fist like a palace and slammed it towards Ao Xue, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Fist strikes the void!

"Second Senior Brother? The God of Boxing is indeed the God of Boxing..."

Wuming smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

"Your martial arts skills are not good, but you still have some courage. You barely did not disappoint me."

"As for you, it's a bit of a pity."

A golden light flickered between heaven and earth, and a sword energy that seemed to be able to cut through heaven and earth broke through the air.

The fist intention was shattered, and the sword energy swept through the air, passing by the cheek of the boxing god.

With a sigh, Lin Xuan suddenly appeared in front of the Fist God holding the Human Emperor Sword: "Who turned you into a demon spirit?"

"Hahaha! What's so great about demon spirits? Power is everything!"

The boxing god's eyes flashed with a murderous intent: "Who do you think you are? How dare you ask me a question?"

“The idea is quite pure.”

Lin Xuan nodded: "Well, then I will kill you with my own hands."

"Lin, Master Lin!"

Zhu Houzhao rubbed his eyes and was overjoyed: "It's settled tonight."

nameless:"……"

(End of this chapter)