Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　Shenxiu smiled and said: "That poor monk, we will wait and see."

　　The words fell, and the wind rose.

　　The clouds first converged in one place, and then rolled wildly, revealing a gap.

　　It seems to be connected to the sky, revealing the bright starry sky.

　　Zhu Hao saw the scene in the fantasy world again.

　　The starry sky is constantly shattering, and under the broken void, the huge Buddha's head is looming.

　　The golden Buddha light emerged in a continuous stream, as dense as a tide.

　　But it is much heavier than the tide.

　　Like an invisible shackle, it fell on Zhu Hao at some point.

　　The void is squeezed!

　　Zhu Hao frowned slightly, raised his head, and found that Shenxiu's face suddenly became solemn and solemn not far away.

　　His eyes were full of dazzling light.

　　The expression and demeanor were no different from the Buddha he had seen before.

　　He stood with one palm in front of him, and poured out from his mouth: "Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore!"

　　Rumble!

　　The words fell, and the golden light around them became more and more violent.

　　They come from all directions, from the boundless land, from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky...

　　Boundless, like drowning him in a golden ocean.

　　The tide is surging, covering the sky and the sun.

　　Falling high, covering everything.

　　Zhu Hao opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.

　　There was no gap there, full of golden tides.

　　An emotion of despair tried to invade his mind.

　　It seemed that someone was telling something, but he couldn't really hear it.

　　"¨"Go back, your sword is sharp, but it can't split the entire ocean!"

　　"Go back, stop being obsessed!"

　　"Go back..."

　　The voice was very soft, making Zhu Hao feel trusting from the bottom of his heart.

　　He vaguely felt that he heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember who it came from.

　　In a trance, the boundless golden ocean in front of him began to dim.

　　The light was engulfed by an unknown existence, and a dividing line between light and darkness dashed from the far distance ahead.

　　He quickly crossed his body and came behind him.

　　The world in front of him fell into darkness, unable to see anything, and was dead silent.

　　The voice sounded again.

　　"Look back, look back... there's still light behind you!"

(Wonderful Zhao)

　　"There is still hope!"

　　"Go back..."

　　Zhu Hao clenched his fists and closed his eyes.

　　The voices in his ears were endless, but he turned a deaf ear.

　　He took a deep breath and chuckled, "Is it annoying to always use the same method?"

　　His palm was empty, and there was nothing in his palm at the moment.

　　But he opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes illuminated everything.

　　He raised his arms flat and slowly swept across the darkness in front of him.

　　Click!

　　Broken sound.

　　Then came the second, the third...

　　Everything in front of me melted and fell like burnt paper.

　　A face was revealed, and the look in his eyes was a little surprised.

　　His hands were hanging above Zhu Hao's head, apparently falling.

　　But it's too late!

　　Because Zhu Hao's sword has been unsheathed!

　　hum!

　　The sword glow is ten feet, and it is as bright as a shock!

　　The whole world fell into the sword light.eye.

Chapter 109

　　Yanjing.

　　Busy as always.

　　Although the street in front of the Forbidden City is wide, it is enough for a dozen or twenty carriages to drive side by side.

　　On weekdays, few people set foot here.

　　The imperial city has its own majesty of the imperial city, how can ordinary people dare to get too much.

　　But today is different!

　　On the city tower, a group of soldiers in light armor surrounded a group with sad faces.

　　At this time, the general surnamed Cao on duty was over forty years old, with superb martial arts skills and a calm personality.

　　In the early years, he made a lot of contributions on the front line.

　　Later, he was injured and could no longer fight violently.

　　Thanks to the favor of the emperor, he was transferred back to Gyeonggi and served as a patrol guard on the Forbidden City.

　　Yanjing City is the hinterland of Daming, and the Imperial City is the core of it.

　　No one dares to come here and act wild, except for those supreme masters who are high and high in the world.

　　Therefore, the usual tasks are not heavy, just patrolling, guarding, and interrogating people who come and go.

　　It's also very peaceful.

　　But now, he encountered something that gave him a headache for the first time in so many years.

　　"General, what should I do?"

　　"There are more and more people, it's not going to go on like this!"

　　"I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup that Buddhist sect poured them into, and they don't want to die, but they dare to come to the imperial city to make trouble!"

　　"Why don't you just suppress it directly, these tricksters don't know how to restrain themselves if they don't see the blood."

　　General Cao stopped immediately: "Shut up!"

　　The people were suddenly speechless.

　　"Have you reported it?"

　　"It has been reported!"

　　"Wait for the order..."

　　His face was gloomy, and he stopped talking after saying this.

　　The heart is very heavy.

　　Looking under the city wall, the people of Daming who were kneeling on the ground and begging constantly, crying and crying, had a bad premonition in their sophisticated eyes.

　　……

　　Maybe it's because the ninth prince is cleaning all over the rivers and lakes, and the morning is very early in recent days.

　　The entire Daming territory seems to have suddenly changed to a new sky.

　　In the past, the scene of bandits who used force to violate the ban is almost no longer audible.

　　His Majesty the Emperor Ming's mood is also getting better day by day.

　　There was a lot more smile than usual on his majestic face.

　　Except today!

　　At this moment, he was standing in the pavilion by the small lake in the Imperial Garden, writing.

　　The brushwork is skillful, soft with firmness, and there is no lack of domineering and domineering in all directions.

　　Even the pickiest old gentleman can't tell what's wrong with this word.

　　But the emperor himself seems not to be very satisfied.

　　His brows were frowning, and the frown deepened until he finally put down the pen.

　　He stepped out of the pavilion, looked at the scenery in the lake, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　"Yuhuatian!"