final catastrophe

Chapter 281 104. Accidental Murder (Fourth Change)

The penultimate day.

Tianque, the imperial capital, is already crowded with people. Except for the central city area which is still a little empty, the outer areas are already full of visitors from all over the world.

And then it was just morning.

Then a big thing happened.

Suyu, the head of Huashan School, the frail and sickly woman known as "Iron Fairy" died!

Died under Wudang's swordsmanship.

As for Righteous Way 45, Evil Way 45, most people from the Nine Houses of the Hidden World have seen who did it.

The young headmaster of Wudang was chasing Su Yu on the street, but the headmaster of Huashan was not the opponent of the world's number one legend, so he died tragically by the sword.

This incident alarmed Pang Changye, the president of the Huangxia Academy who was sitting alone in the restaurant.

He checked it himself, and then sighed softly: "The rivers and lakes are the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and the grievances and hatreds should be exposed."

He didn't continue to pursue anything, and even suppressed the matter with his hands.

After all, the imperial banquet was just around the corner, and he didn't want any more trouble.

And Shang Huang didn't like such ominous movements.

Therefore, he suppressed this matter rationally and decisively.

The disciples of the Huashan School retreated in grief, and the elite disciple whom Su Yu jokingly called "Little Monkey" had the surname of Linghu and the name of Tianchong.

He was always fooling around, but as soon as his master passed away, he ran to the door of the Wudang area with a mortal heart, kicked the door open, and said angrily: "What is the head teacher of Wudang, what is the number one in the world, I am Huashan!" What enmity does Pai have with you? Why did you chase him in the street and kill my master! Why!"

He was emotionally charged with no pretense.

Xia Ji said calmly, "I didn't kill your master."

Linghu Tianchong sneered, took a sip, and taking advantage of the wine, he drew his sword and rushed forward, "You son of a bitch, pay back my master's life!"

And when he charged, the rest of the Huashan disciples also arrived behind him.

"Brother!" Yue Shanshan exclaimed.

Linghu Tianchong's swordsmanship is very good, and this sword has won the essence of Huashan's swordsmanship.

The thirteenth style of Mingyue lies in the word "bright". The sword comes out as a cold light, and the light comes from a distance. It can be seen, but it cannot be hidden, because the stabbing sword is alive and ever-changing.

The dumbfounded maid saw the visitor who was fine yesterday, but today he asked the teacher for his crime by drinking, and a little light appeared in his hand.

Just after he appeared, he had already appeared in front of the teacher in white.

The latter's white robe was driven by the strong wind, and lifted slightly, like white clouds floating, like snow billowing calmly.

He didn't draw the knife either, he just casually picked up the small knife that the maid had just used to peel the fruit, and lifted it up.

"Dog thief, die!!" Linghu Tianchong, his anger was like a sky rush, his sword was like a rainbow, and a little cold light pierced him in an instant.

Xia Ji raised his head proudly, but without seeing any movement, he raised the small fruit knife in his left hand slightly.

Feel free to raise high.

Ding!
The next moment, Linghu Tianchong stopped his steps, and at the same time stopped his sword.

No matter how he moved, he couldn't stab forward even a foot!
Just because the small fruit knife was on the tip of his sword.

That toy-like knife can break through the swordsmanship that I have worked so hard to learn for more than ten years, and I have been comprehending the Mingyue Thirteen Styles hovering in my mind day and night!

The people of the Huashan faction outside the door were really stunned, and even the people in the rivers and lakes who felt it later saw this scene in disbelief.

The martial arts of Huashan sect disciples are not low. Although they can't beat Zhangjiao Xia at all, it is unimaginable to be blocked by the toy-like fruit knife.

"Impossible!" Linghu Tianchong was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily, retracted the long sword in his hand, and after a slight stillness, the next moment, it was surrounded by moonlight.

I saw the cold light flying, every trace and every cut, mercilessly attacked the white-robed headmaster.

There are more and more heroes watching outside the door.

And in that cold glow.

The head teacher in white robe was only casual, waving the fruit knife slightly.

But every time you dance, it perfectly blocks the cold light of your dancing, the sword light as bright as the moonlight.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Linghu Tianchong was full of despair, he swung his sword faster, and he even felt that his comprehension of Mingyue's thirteen moves had surpassed before.

Whether it is speed, timing, or angle, they have all broken through to a new level.

However, the man who was obviously not much older than him, his expression did not change, as if he was staring at a juggling clown, and the knife in his hand was the whip that teased the clown.

Suddenly, he seemed impatient, stabbed forward with the fruit knife, stuck the long sword that was about to be turned back, and then pressed it casually.

Linghu Tianchong's whole body seemed to have been hit by some giant object, and he backed up quickly until he reached the door before stopping. However, his boots were already rubbed to the point of smoking, and blood was also coming out of his mouth.

Xia Ji stood proudly in the middle of the hall, facing Linghu Tianchong, and seemingly speaking to everyone outside the door: "I didn't kill your master.

If I want to kill her, how can she have a chance to escape? "

Linghu Tianchong was out of breath, but he couldn't speak anymore, he just stared at him angrily.

Xia Ji admired this look, since obsession can become a demon after all, so he deliberately turned his gaze to the disciple of Huashan who was dressed as a prodigal son, and said, "You should be lucky that you haven't committed any crimes, you are my righteous disciple.

Otherwise, you are dead today.

Live well and cherish this hard-won life. "

Linghu Tianchong just stared at him without saying a word.

Xia Ji raised his head, and said calmly: "You are young and frivolous, and you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. If you hate it, then chase after it with such thoughts."

Linghu Tianchong bit his lips tightly, his body trembling violently, not only the pain of losing his master, but also the shame of being defeated with a fruit knife, made him unable to suppress the words that rushed from his chest to his throat.

"I will definitely defeat you!" He shouted at the white-robed headmaster in the distance.

Xia Ji smiled lightly: "Anyone can speak big words, but there is no one in a million who can do it.

You. You, all of you. "

His eyes swept over the faces of everyone outside the door.

"If you want to become stronger, then come and chase me. I have been on the throne of number one in the world, waiting for you."

His words were not heavy, but they made countless young warriors in the crowd excited, including the ruffian boy, the burly Xiang Shaoji, and countless proud boys.

They looked at the white-robed Headmaster standing alone in the middle of the high hall through the door, standing proudly like a real emperor.

And they can only look up.

A huge fighting spirit suddenly surged from the crowd.

Countless silent voices sounded from the bottom of my heart.

And no matter what the sentence pattern is, they all lead to the same goal by different routes, turning into a sentence "I will definitely defeat you!"

(End of this chapter)