Cultivation in the starry sky

Chapter 85 White Clothes Shura
"Master, where are we going now?"

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, a ten-year-old urchin and a young man in white were walking leisurely in the market.

"Hehe! Let's go find a medical expert and let him suppress the cold poison in your body for you," Xiao Ziyu glanced at Zhang Wuji and smiled slightly.

"Oh!"

Zhang Wuji responded very sensiblely.

Butterfly Valley is far away from Wudang Mountain. Zhang Wuji was young and frail, so after going down the mountain, Xiao Ziyu bought a carriage and took Zhang Wuji slowly all the way north.

Along the way, Xiao Ziyu also felt how miserable the world under the rule of the Great Yuan was. Unfortunately, his ability alone could not change the world.

However, he took action on all the soldiers he saw oppressing the common people along the way, beheading them one by one with a single sword.

For this reason, he was given the title of 'White Clothed Shura'. He wore white clothes like a son, but when he killed people, he turned into a blood-clothed Shura.

Of course, his wanton beheading of those Mongolian soldiers offended the Yuan court, who was furious and immediately sent people to chase and kill Xiao Ziyu.

But who is Xiao Ziyu? He himself is a top expert. In addition to the two years of training in Wudang Mountain, he has already broken through the Ninth Level of Acquired Heaven. Now it can be said that apart from Zhang Sanfeng, anyone who can beat Xiao Ziyu in the world, except those who are hidden There is no one but the old monsters who have never been born.

So the masters sent by the Great Yuan court all died under Xiao Ziyu's sword, which made Xiao Ziyu even more famous.

The name of "White Clothed Shura" is unknown to everyone in the world.

The continuous killings also made the Dayuan court even more resentful towards Xiao Ziyu, but for a while, they couldn't find a better player, so they didn't send anyone to chase Xiao Ziyu.

But Xiao Ziyu also knew that Da Yuan would never let him go so easily, after all he slapped the Da Yuan court in the face so much, if he didn't get rid of him, where would Da Yuan's face be put?

On this day, Xiao Ziyu brought Zhang Wuji to the bank of the Han River.

"It turned out to be one, I didn't expect this plot, from that Zhang Sanfeng to myself." Xiao Ziyu saw a dozen Mongolian officers and soldiers chasing and killing a bearded man holding a little boy.

Xiao Ziyu knew that the bearded man should be Chang Yuchun, so that little boy should be Zhou Ziwang's child.

Seeing that Chang Yuchun was about to be murdered, Xiao Ziyu bullied him instantly, opened his Qing Ming sword, and instantly surrounded and killed several officers and soldiers around Chang Yuchun, a trace of blood suddenly appeared on his neck, and then he fell down suddenly.

"what!"

The eyes of the officer and soldier in the lead were sudden, and the eyes of the monks around him were also wide open. Xiao Ziyu's body skills and the speed of his sword movements were too fast. Even with their eyesight, they couldn't see how Xiao Ziyu killed him. .

"Bold, who are you, dare to stop my court from arresting the remnants of Yuan Zhou's demon sect rebels," Wu Guan yelled sharply.

"Hehe!" Facing the hoarseness of the martial arts hall, Xiao Ziyu just gave him a hehe.

"So what, I want to save him, what can you do to me?" Xiao Ziyu was very disdainful.

"Amitabha! The benefactor is Shura Xiao Ziyu in white." Just when the martial arts gym was about to say something in anger, a monk next to him immediately came out and said with clasped hands.

"Asura in white doesn't dare to be an asura, but Xiao Ziyu is here. I wonder what this master has to teach." Xiao Ziyu looked at the other party with a smile on his face, and said lightly.

"Asura in white!"

Hearing the name, the martial arts hall trembled for a while, looking at Xiao Ziyu, he also became timid, and he was no longer as arrogant as before.

It seems that Xiao Ziyu's name as Shura is indeed very intimidating, especially for Mongolian officers and soldiers like them.

"It turned out that Shura was in person. This person is my imperial court's criminal. Can the benefactor let us arrest him?" This monk was nice to say, but there is no way, Xiao Ziyu's force is there, even if The four of them went together, so they might not necessarily be Xiao Ziyu's opponents.

"If, I insist on blocking it!" Xiao Ziyu's faint words did not threaten at all, but to the ears of the Wuguan and the monks, it was a threat of death.

"Then don't blame our brothers and sisters for offending us so much," the fan monk clasped his hands and lowered his head, saying solemnly.

"Don't you want to do it, why talk so much!" Xiao Ziyu was very disdainful, he just didn't like these people, every time they lied, they were glamorous.

"Offended", that monk seemed to have a good temper, no matter how Xiao Ziyu taunted him, he remained expressionless, and then the four monks jumped up and came to Xiao Ziyu's side and surrounded him.

Facing the siege of four people, Xiao Ziyu's expression gradually became serious. Although these four people were only first-class, the combination of the four people immediately made Xiao Ziyu feel a little threatened.

Xiao Ziyu knew that it must be the joint skill of the Fan monks and masters, such as Wudang's "Zhenwu Seven-section Formation".

"Yan!"

With a sonorous sound, Qing Ming shot out of Xiao Ziyu's hand, a blue light flashed, and a cold light suddenly pierced the throat of the monk who spoke just now.

This sword was subtle and swift, the monk didn't see Xiao Ziyu's sword at all, but he could feel the cold air from the Qingming sword, even the air of the front of the soldier, on his skin.

The instinct of life and death all the year round made him move slightly to the side in an instant, and it was this that allowed him to escape the moment of death.

However, Qing Ming's soldiers still cut his skin, bleeding out.

"It's a pity!" Xiao Ziyu felt a pity that he couldn't kill the monk with a single sword. If the monk was killed with the sword just now, it would be easier for the remaining three.

"Damn it, it's a surprise attack" Seeing this situation, the other monks were furious. They looked at each other and immediately attacked Xiao Ziyu.

They had stayed together since they were young, and even connected their minds. Among the four of them, one was holding a subduing magic pestle, the other was holding a Buddhist bead, and the other two were fighting towards Xiao Ziyu with bare hands.

Xiao Ziyu's eyes were full of threats from the four of them, and his legs and feet moved again and again.

A Qingming sword, turned into a thousand lights and shadows in the hand.

Clang!boom!
Metal collided, fists and feet collided, and a strong wind suddenly blew around the five people.

"Drink! Take a punch from the poor monk." After dozens of moves in a row, the four of them couldn't do anything to Xiao Ziyu, but they were indeed seriously injured by Xiao Ziyu's sword energy.

The monk robes all over their bodies have become tattered.

Seeing that this was not going to work, the leading fan monk gritted his teeth immediately, and suddenly his arms swelled suddenly, and his whole body exuded majestic energy.

"I want to do my best." Seeing this, Xiao Ziyu's face immediately became serious, and the internal force of Dantian suddenly gathered in his left hand.

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)