Rebirth of the best emperor

Chapter 219
"Ding……"

"Temporary task: discover foreign martial arts, which is not included in the system, kill the person who has this martial arts, and reward a Tianyuan Good Fortune Pill."

Wang Mang's eyes lit up, and he finally understood why Zhao Molan's kung fu was so weird. Hearing what the system meant, it was actually a foreign martial art, which was not included in the system.

But where did Zhao Molan learn it?

snort!
Zhao Molan's cold snort reached Wang Mang's ears, but it was Zhao Molan who saw that Wang Mang was a little distracted, and was immediately very unhappy. The moves in his hand changed, and there were countless changes in the moves in the gust of wind. There were dozens of changes in one move. Kind of, there is no way to crack it.

Bang!
With a loud noise, Zhao Molan slapped Wang Mang's chest with his palm. Wang Mang let the palm fly backwards, and blood flowed from his mouth for the first time.

That does not work!

Wang Mang yelled in his heart, if he kept fighting according to Zhao Molan's rhythm, it would be difficult for him to escape from Zhao Molan's hands, not to mention completing the task and killing Zhao Molan to obtain extraterritorial martial arts.

"System, is there any way for me to defeat Zhao Molan?"

In desperation, Wang Mang asked the system for help. The system also knew that the matter was of great importance, or that the system would gain a lot of benefits from this matter, so it answered Wang Mang's question in seconds.

"The extraterrestrial kung fu used by Zhao Molan is the most yin kung fu. The host should break it with the most yang kung fu. But currently the host does not have the most yang martial arts, and only has the same even yin kung fu to fight against it."

To Yin?

Wang Mang moved his eyelids, looked at the surrounding environment, and immediately understood, this is similar to Zhao Molan who is using the kung fu in the Nine Yin Manual. If he wants to fight Zhao Molan, he must know the kung fu in the Nine Yang Manual. Kung Fu, or you have to know the Kung Fu of the Nine Yin Manual, at least you have to be similar to the two.

But how can I do such a kung fu?

Wang Mang felt dizzy for a while, but Zhao Molan didn't give Wang Mang time to think about it. With light steps, he slashed towards Wang Mang again with a slanted palm.

Wang Mang stretched out his hand to block it, and Zhao Molan sent him flying with his palm.

"Zhao Molan is too fierce!"

"It's not just fierce, it's like taking medicine!"

"I think that with Zhao Molan's strength, I am afraid that there is no one in the entire Nanyang City who is his enemy."

"I think His Majesty is a little nervous!"

"Are we just standing in line too early?"

"That can't be helped. With Zhao Molan's attitude, we are a pile of rubbish and useless things in his eyes. Even if we want to mix with Zhao Molan, it is impossible for us."

"It's true, so now we can only hope that His Majesty will be more powerful and majestic."

The audience from all walks of life in the crowd started to discuss loudly again, expressing their envy to Zhao Molan and their dislike for Wang Mang. After all, Wang Mang also seemed to be beaten passively in the scene.

Bang!
There was another loud bang, and Wang Mang was sent flying backwards by Zhao Molan again.

Lu Yao looked at the scene in front of him anxiously, and suddenly shouted: "Wang honestly, what Zhao Molan used was the most yin kung fu, and the kung fu you are using now is no match for him. I heard my grandfather said To fight poison with poison, the most yin kung fu must be solved with the most yin kung fu or the most yin weapon."

After a pause, Lu Yao continued: "Isn't there a sword in the place where we got the Evil Resisting Sword Manual? According to my guess, that sword should be the Evil Resisting Sword. The most yin artifact, I know your swordsmanship is good, why don't you use the evil sword to try against the enemy?"

Exorcising evil sword manual?Evil warding sword?

Everyone present, except for Lu Yuan, who already knew about this matter, did not know about it. At this moment, they were shocked when they heard Lu Yao say that the evil spirit sword was in Wang Mang's hands.

"Damn it, evil spirit sword!"

"That's a martial art that was famous all over the world thousands of years ago. The Lin family's sword of warding off evil is rampant all over the world. It's even said that if the Lin family hadn't had no successors, they might have become the number one family in the martial arts world!"

"It is said that the true version of the Evil Resisting Sword is in Xinyang City, and His Majesty came from Xinyang. So many things happened in Xinyang City a while ago, and now it seems that there is a problem here!"

"Evil Resisting Sword, the invincible kung fu in the world, Zhao Molan is in big trouble now!"

Zhao Molan's face was gloomy. It was only when he knew that Wang Mang had obtained the Evil Resisting Sword, and he said angrily at that time, "How do you do your intelligence work? Why don't you even know such important news?"

"Returning to the master, we really don't blame us for this matter. Now the painters in Xinyang City have gone crazy for some reason, as if they have completely surrendered to the imperial court. They can't pour the water in the entire Xinyang City, and we have lost a lot of hidden stakes. "A black shadow yelled aggrievedly.

"Damn it!" Zhao Molan said bitterly.

Evil warding sword?
Wang Mang was taken aback. If Lu Yao hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten about it a long time ago. It wasn't that Wang Mang didn't like this former No. [-] martial art in the world. Huge, he, Wang Mang, is a good man, but he doesn't want to lose someone to eat at a young age.

But what's going on now, it's not Wang Mang's turn to choose. Facing a strong enemy, even if he knows that there is a big hole in front of him, he has to pick it in. What's more, Wang Mang always feels that the evil sword given to him by the system should not be such a hole. !

kill!

At this moment, Zhao Molan came over again and said, "Your Majesty, you can die!"

This time, Zhao Molan shot mercilessly, and he was already going to kill Wang Mang. The Wang Mang he wanted to fight had no power to parry, or in other words, he didn't have the kung fu to change his moves.

Wang Mang also understood Zhao Molan's thoughts, and he also knew that even if the evil spirit sword could deal with Zhao Molan, he had to know how to do it!
time!

Wang Mang clicked on the system and found the real version of the evil sword at the first time. When he saw the learning button, he didn't click it. Instead, he asked the system how long it would take to learn it. The system quickly answered that it would take 1 minute.

1 minutes?

Wang Mang cursed, 1 minute is enough time for Zhao Molan to kill himself a hundred times!
Wang Mang blocked Zhao Molan's killing move with one punch, and then punched out again. While repelling Zhao Molan, he was also injured and flew backwards.

Zhao Molan followed closely, and slapped Wang Mang's forehead fiercely with one palm, intending to smash Wang Mang's head with one palm.

Wang Mang rolled his eyes, and instantly felt a deep murderous intent. He knew that if he didn't respond in time, he might not be able to avoid Zhao Molan's killer move.

"Zhao Molan, look at the trick!"

Wang Mang yelled suddenly, and at some point in his hand, a cylindrical object appeared, which was the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. Wang Mang's eyes turned cold, and the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle in his hand instantly activated, and countless silver needles stabbed fiercely at Zhao Molan. past.

Ah!
Zhao Molan's pupils shrank sharply, these silver needles made Zhao Molan feel countless murderous intentions, he knew very well that if he continued to kill Wang Mang, he might be able to kill Wang Mang, but he himself would be seriously injured or even die under these tiny silver needles Down.

snort!
Zhao Molan let out a cold snort, abruptly withdrew his move, and backed away, but the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle would not return without seeing blood, so it was so easy to dodge.

Ah!
Zhao Molan screamed, and several silver needles were stuck in his hand. In an instant, Zhao Molan's hand, which was originally as white as jade, turned as black as ink.

(End of this chapter)