final catastrophe

293. Chapter 116
Who else?
Fight me?
Shang Huang looked at the crumbling man, his eyes flicked across the stage, and suddenly asked: "Who wants to fight?"

The suzerain of Hehuan Sect, Ximen, stood up suddenly and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to fight."

His eyes are extremely charming, and there is lust and evil hidden in them. The fat sheep that was originally obtained a few days ago was taken back by this man abruptly, and he was unwilling at all.

Seeing an opportunity to gain both fame and fortune at this time, he naturally stepped forward in a hurry.

He held an antelope knife in his hand, and a bow and crossbow pinned to his waist. He shot thirteen shots from the crossbow, all of which were soul chasing arrows.

The tip of the arrow is smeared with the "pink wave cloud" that can make people feel confused. It only needs to scratch a little of the outer skin, and it can flow into the heart, and in an instant, there is no other thought but only desire for pleasure.

And at the same moment, another thin man with sly eyebrows stood up and said, "Your Majesty, come here!"

He is the deputy sect master of the Duan Shou sect of the Demon Sect. Although the sect has a domineering name, its deeds are all sinister and vicious. The weapon it uses is a long knife with a hidden mechanism.

This long knife looks ordinary, but there are six or six 36 flying knives hidden in it. When you swing it, if you press the mechanism, the flying knives will shoot out, which is hard to guard against.

And this severed head, most of the time is not the severed head of the war.

Instead, use despicable means to kill the enemy, and then cut off his head.

He also smelled this opportunity to gain both fame and fortune. He could not only kill that legendary figure to become famous all over the world, and even write it down in the history books, but also he could please the emperor and become rich and prosperous.

Wouldn't it be nice to have the best of both worlds?

And risk?

There seems to be none.

The head teacher of Wudang was originally a man of righteousness. The few who challenged him before, whether it was Guo Wurang, Qin Shanhe, the three monks of Shaolin, or Zhao Zilong, Yang Mian, and Yun Mo who were ordered by the emperor.

He didn't kill anyone.

This kind of risk-free big business is really a lot of money.

Could it be that he still dares to fight among the heroes in the world, and kill bloody hands in front of the emperor?
But... these two people are obviously not the only ones who see the benefits.

Soon, voices sounded one after another.

"Your Majesty, this old man will definitely defeat him!"

"Seeing that he still has a few brushes, let me do it myself."

"At such a young age, I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth. I really can't see it. Your Majesty, please agree to fight!"

"Your Majesty! Although Xia Ji is a well-known and decent person, but he slaughtered Huashan's head teacher in the street, he is really a person who cannot be judged by his appearance. I am willing to punish him!"

"emperor."

"I come!"

"Please fight!"

Zhao Zilong and the crowd of heroes watched with cold eyes, and they couldn't say anything more.

Why didn't you invite me to fight when the Datian Dao was standing on the stage before?
It's good now, seeing that he has gone through several battles and is poisoned, he is taking advantage of others' danger.

Emperor Shang naturally understood.

But looking at this posture and this voice, it seems that the man standing in the middle of the platform has suddenly become a heinous person, an arrogant and domineering person
There are so many people, at first glance, at least a hundred people, it is not easy for him to choose.

However, a dull voice sounded in Taichung.

"Swords have no eyes, those who want to challenge Xia, come together." The pale man raised his head proudly and looked around.

Emperor Shang pondered for a while, and said, "Yes."

Then a group of demons and heretics, who usually bully the weak and fear the strong, speculate, or have other thoughts, come on stage one after another.

Surround the man in the middle on all sides.

Xia Ji coughed twice and said, "Your Majesty, this is the fourth level, okay?"

Shang Huang said: "Naturally."

Xia Ji nodded and looked in all directions, surrounded by him, holding various weapons, most of which were long-range weapons, such as crossbows, hidden weapons and so on.

The bow string is tense, the crossbow is inserted into the groove, the five fingers are clasped with strange-shaped hidden weapons, there are also armored soldiers with shields, and assassins with hidden daggers waiting for an opportunity.

"Come on." He chuckled and shook his head.

As soon as the words fell, in the eyes of the heroes, they saw countless black shadows, like a wild horse running away, heading towards the white shadow in the middle with a dead breath.

At the same moment, the man finally pulled out the knife.

The light of the knife, like a little poem with cold eyebrows, hides the tenderness under the moon and the snow on the high mountain, walking alone through the barren mountain that no one cares about.

The light of the knife, like a stone breaking through the water and the sky, created a circle of unknown ripples, which gradually expanded, but did not gradually disappear or calm down.

boom!
Like tens of thousands of white sharks, with him as the center, they were still swimming under the water at first, but when they wanted to touch the incoming crossbow arrows, hidden weapons, arrows, and martial arts masters from all sides, they jumped out of the water one after another , revealing a bloody mouth full of fangs.

The big mouth devoured all dead things, and swallowed all living things that suspected hostility.

Xia Ji closed his eyes, retracted the saber, inserted it on the hard ground again, and supported it with his palm.

And it was like casting some strange curse.

Those who charged, those who cast hidden weapons, and those who pulled the bowstring all froze and remained motionless.

After an instant.

Blood-red lines gushed out from their necks, or on their chests.

The handle of the knife fell to the ground, making an ear-piercing scream.

At the same time, nearly a hundred human heads landed on the ground, rolling on the ground.

None of the people who challenged on stage survived.

Even the shield that was held high was cut into two pieces.

"In front of the emperor. How dare you kill someone?" a father-in-law of ten permanent attendants screamed.

Xia Ji said: "Swords have no eyes, they can kill humble officials, why can't I kill them? Or do you think my sword is just a toy?"

"Bold and lunatic!" the father-in-law of the ten permanent servants yelled sternly and restrainedly.
There is no such thing as not being cowardly.

The person standing under the stage is a humanoid monster.

"Enough!" Shang Huang suddenly raised his hand.

Soon some tiger fighters stepped down, and quickly removed the stumped limbs and arms on the field, as well as various headless corpses with miserable death conditions, and moved them out of the empty space.

Xia Ji coughed a few times.

And his figure seemed to be leaning on that knife.

Or in other words, he only had that knife left.

Emperor Shang suddenly said sharply: "I'll ask you, when I sent Zhao Dazhong with a hero's order to invite you out of Wudang to help me fight against rebellion, why didn't you follow? Why did you seal the mountain?"

In fact, he already knew the answer, but choosing to make it clear at this time can be said to be an example to others.

If the matter is made clear, no one in this world will dare to go to Wudang Mountain, and no one will dare to take in Wudang disciples.

Otherwise, it is against the imperial power.

From darkness to light.

His method is also quite good.

And the timing was just right.

It can be said to kill three birds with one stone.

One is that no one dares to face Wudang.

Second, even if he took the opportunity to kill Xia Ji later, no one could say anything.

Third, he showed his generosity, after all, he gave Wudang a chance.

In Shanghuang's view, this man is really at the end of his battle, and he is still on the stage, relying entirely on a warrior's will that "I can't understand at all".

Shang Huang continued to scold and asked: "When I first came to Longzangzhou, how did I trust you in Wudang, even if I invited Zhao Dazhong, who also sent ten permanent attendants, why did you resist the order?"

(End of this chapter)