Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

"Zhu Zhen, you are really good at this. I can easily guess that one of them will be bribed by you."

"I didn't expect that in just a few years, you could corrupt half of them."

"But do you think that a few traitors can cause any harm to me, Zhu?"

"In this world, power must ultimately be controlled by oneself."

At first, Zhu Xiawu just spoke calmly, and then it turned into a rolling sound wave like the roar of a thunderous lion. The violent true energy enveloped the surroundings, blasting rocks away and breaking trees.

As a cunning and treacherous person who is extremely good at hiding.

Whether Zhu Xiawu was showing it openly or secretly, the strength he had always displayed was only at the peak of a grandmaster. But now, after Zhu Xiawu's complete outbreak, his strength was at least at the third level of heaven and man.

Rumble!

Along with Zhu Xiawu's roar, one figure after another was instantly blown away.

Those who were instigated by Zhu Jie to rebel were at least at the peak of Grandmaster level, and at most at the Grandmaster level.

But in front of Zhu Xiawu, they were like livestock in the field being slaughtered by others, without even a decent resistance.

Every punch and palm strike of Zhu Xiawu may seem ordinary, but in fact they contain the essence of Wudang and Shaolin martial arts.

Taoism and Buddhism merge, and the divine sound is like thunder.

This is the biggest confidence that gives Zhu Xiawu the courage to stand on this Wanglai Hill and come to intercept Murong Longcheng, Zhu Zhen and others.

According to other people, there are many geniuses in the Song Dynasty.

In the past, there were people like Guan Qi and Yan Kuangtu; in the middle, there were people like Yan Nantian and Qiao Feng; and in the back, there was Yang Zhao, the world's number one prodigy.

But in fact, Zhu Xiawu doesn't think that he is worse than those people.

With supreme wisdom and perseverance, Zhu Xiawu walked out of the Six Gates of the imperial court, broke down and crushed the collected Wudang, Shaolin and other kung fu bit by bit, turned them into his own resources, and created the Shaowu Sutra.

In Zhu Xiawu's opinion, the Shao Wu Zhen Jing he created is a top-notch martial art that is not inferior to the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing and Wudang Tai Chi, and he himself is also a top master like Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng.

It only took a few dozen breaths.

Those traitors bribed by Zhu Zhen were all killed by Zhu Xiawu.

Until this moment, Zhu Xiawu casually threw away a head that had been twisted off, his iron armor stained with blood, and looked at Zhu Jie with a cold face, revealing a heart-shaking sneer.

"Zhu Zhen, do you have any other tricks now?"

"Gulu..."

Faced with the murderous Zhu Xiawu, Zhu Zhen, who had been confident, was frightened to the point that his legs were shaking. He was in a daze and wet his pants on the spot after being yelled at by Zhu Xiawu.

Zhu Zhen was indeed a very scheming, sinister and vicious person.

It’s just that people like Zhu Zhen are too focused on scheming and conspiracy, and have no idea how fierce and powerful a top-level warrior who can truly create his own martial arts achievements is.

Everyone else thought that the fame of the Twelve Linked Docks waterway of the Yangtze River was earned by the great king Zhu and his two gods, three heroes, four sticks, five swords, six palms, seven elders and others.

I thought that in the rise of the Twelve Linked Docks waterway, King Zhu might not be that important.

Only Zhu Xiawu himself knew that the so-called Zhu the Great King, the Two Gods, the Three Heroes, the Four Sticks and so on were nothing more than discarded pawns thrown out by himself, the kind that could be thrown away at any time.

Zhu Xiawu had already thoroughly understood these people's martial arts, specialties, weaknesses, etc.

As for using these people to rebel against him, Zhu Xiawu could tell Zhu Jie bluntly that he was overthinking it.

Especially when he saw Zhu Jie's extremely miserable appearance, Zhu Xiawu felt even more murderous.

"Zhu Zhen, hand over the property you have hidden for several years and commit suicide. I will give you a decent death."

"Xiawu, don't, I'm Zhu Sanchun. Please give me a chance to live, as we have been of the same clan since childhood..."

"boom!"

Just when Zhu Zhen couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to beg for mercy, the fake Zhu Tianwang suddenly attacked and killed Zhu Zhen on the spot with a palm.

Then the fake Great King Zhu turned around neatly and knelt down towards Murong Longchen.

"I, Zhu Shun, am willing to offer the place where Zhu Jie hides his treasure to His Majesty the Prince of Yan. From now on, I will be His Majesty the Prince of Yan's running dog for the rest of my life and will never dare to rebel..."

Zhu Shun is also a smart man.

At first, Zhu Shun thought that Zhu Jie could turn the tables, but Zhu Xiawu was too strong.

Zhu Shun was a traitor to begin with, and he knew Zhu Xiawu very well. He knew that the other party would never let him go, so he simply turned around and joined Murong Longcheng.

Although Murong Longcheng was injured, as a powerful celestial being, he would not be controlled by Zhu Xiawu even if he was injured.

There's nothing wrong with being a dog. As long as you can stay alive, that's enough.

Zhu Shun had been a dog for Zhu Xiawu and also for Zhu Jie, so it was not surprising for him to change masters.

at the same time.

The situation took a lot of turns and turned into a confrontation between Murong Longcheng and Zhu Xiawu.

Looking at Zhu Xiawu, whose true energy was spreading continuously, Murong Longcheng raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that Zhu Shenbu will not let me, the chief thief of the imperial court, go, right?"

"Are you so sure that after I am injured, I can't defeat a mere 4th level Heavenly Man like you?"

Hearing Murong Longcheng's words, Zhu Xiawu laughed with a cold smile on his face.

Zhu Xiawu turned the net in his hand and said, "Originally, I was not sure, but after hearing what His Royal Highness Prince Yan said, I feel more confident."

Murong Longcheng's face froze, and he felt annoyed and angry.

Yes, he is a powerful man at the top of the heaven and earth. If he had not been seriously injured and had no confidence, how could he talk to this damned water bandit.

The other party must have seen a flaw in my attitude. Damn it.

Murong Longcheng's expression changed, and he hated Zhuge Zhengwo, Yuan Shisanxian, Fang La and others more and more.

The Four Symbols Formation from the Song Dynasty under the Zhenjiang City is truly powerful.

Although Murong Longcheng used a trick to force Tong Guan to lose his composure, in the process of breaking through, he was also hit by the spear force of Zhuge Zhengwo, the palm force of Yuan Shisanxian and the sword energy of Fang La.

Murong Longcheng is in a very bad condition now.

Chapter 119 We Are All Decent People

It was approaching noon, and the golden crow was hanging high in the sky, casting endless brilliant light.

At this time, I was looking at the official road below the hill.

Murong Longcheng and Zhu Xiawu were confronting each other. One was at the peak of the celestial being level and was seriously injured, while the other was at the fourth level of the celestial being level and was full of energy.

The outcome of the fight between the seriously injured lion king and the tiger cub that has just entered the forest is unpredictable.

At the same time, looking at the hill, in a hidden formation.

Zhao Shirong curled up in Yang Zhao's arms like a boneless person, looking at the situation below, slightly puzzled, and said: "My husband, Zhu Jie means that Murong Longcheng and Zhu Xiawu will face off and there will be casualties. Why don't they each take a step back and share Zhu Jie's treasure?"

Yang Zhao smoothed Zhao Shirong's hair and said, "Zhu Xiawu is a person who loves power and money, otherwise he would not have secretly built the Twelve Linked Docks Waterway, so Zhu Xiawu must get Zhu Zhen's treasure."

"What's more, Zhu Xiawu doesn't dare to let Murong Longcheng go. Otherwise, what happened today will become a handle for Murong Longcheng to control Zhu Xiawu."

"If Zhu Xiawu wants to eliminate future troubles, his only choice is to leave him alone here and kill all the other people who know about it."

Zhao Shirong nodded slightly and said, "So, the conflict is mainly centered on Zhu Xiawu, right?"

Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Yes, Murong Longcheng saw this and had to give up the idea of ​​negotiating with Zhu Xiawu. Now let's see which of these two has stronger means."

If Zhu Jie was there to act as a buffer, the three of them might be able to reconcile and take a step back.

Unfortunately, after Zhu Zhen's death, the conflict between Murong Longcheng and Zhu Xiawu changed from a struggle for interests to a struggle for life and death.

At this time, one of the two parties must die.

as predicted.

After a brief silence, Murong Longcheng finally couldn't hold back and took action first.

Different from Zhu Xiawu.

Murong Longcheng is now a lost dog. Behind him are Zhuge Zhengwo and others who may chase and kill him at any time, so Murong Longcheng can't delay.

In an instant, a sense of energy rose from Murong Longcheng's body, and a Dharma image like the dark night sky rose into the sky.

This is the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi that Murong Longcheng created by combining many martial arts over a period of more than a hundred years.

High armor, high defense, and the ability to counterattack.

Facing Zhu Xiawu, who was only at the fourth level of the Heavenly Man Realm, Murong Longcheng was not careless at all. Instead, he protected himself first, and then silently launched several combined attacks at Zhu Xiawu.

It's as sharp as a sword, but its aura is extremely concealed.

First show weakness to the enemy, then strike back and arrive first, unleashing power.

It is estimated that this Chanhe Finger was created by Murong Longcheng due to the psychological trauma he suffered in the Battle of Chanhe Pond over a hundred years ago.

The Battle of Chanhebi more than a hundred years ago was a national humiliation for the Great Yan.

At that time, the Northern Wei Kingdom relied on a series of strategies such as showing weakness to the enemy, striking later but being the first to arrive, and pursuing fiercely to defeat the entire Yan Kingdom.

At this moment, the Sanhe Finger was performed by Murong Longcheng, and it had a bit of the fierce power of the Northern Wei battlefield.

Bang bang bang!

A series of sounds of metal clashing were heard.

Facing Murong Longcheng's sneak attack, Zhu Xiawu was no match for him. A black iron net was spinning around him, like a dancing cassock or a shaking whisk, and he actually took on all of the more than ten fingers.

At the same time, on Zhu Xiawu's body, a vague figure that looked like a Buddha or a Taoist appeared in the form of a Dharma image.

Murong Longcheng sighed when he saw this scene and said, "Heavenly King Zhu is indeed a genius. He has combined Buddhism and Taoism, and he has blended their essence so perfectly."

"If you are given another hundred years, I believe you will be one of the martial saints in the world today."

The black iron net spun around Zhu Xiawu, with a disdainful smile on his face. He said, "Why should a stray dog ​​like you talk about my talent? You are the heir to a country, but you don't know how to avenge your country after losing the war. Instead, you learn some cheap sneak attacks. No wonder you can't even defeat the rotten Song court..."

Zhu Xiawu was a man with a very sharp tongue, and he specifically picked on the most painful parts of Murong Longcheng's heart to provoke him.

Murong Longcheng was really furious and said, "You great Heavenly King Zhu, you are looking for death."

The words trailed off.

Murong Longcheng did not know what secret method he used, his face turned blood red, and even the image of the dark night sky was dyed the color of a sea of ​​blood. He was actually suppressing the injuries in his body by force.

Immediately afterwards, a series of terrifying sword lights, with the ferocious murderous force on the battlefield, attacked Zhu Xiawu like a falling meteor.

Murong Longcheng was originally a great general on the battlefield. The Longcheng swordsmanship he created by combining martial arts techniques was quite impressive.

The sword energy was like a meteor, and every time a sword energy hit the ground, it would inevitably create a huge crater with a radius of more than ten meters.

Under Murong Longcheng's brutal attack, Zhu Xiawu was like a small boat in the raging sea.

Dozens of sword energies bombarded in succession.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire exploded inside Murong Longcheng's body, blasting the blood sea and sky on his body into pieces like brilliant fireworks. Murong Longcheng himself couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

On the other side, Zhu Xiawu looked even worse.

On Zhu Xiawu's body, the black iron net had been completely damaged and could not be used. Even the iron armor on his body was torn apart by the escaping sword energy, leaving a series of tearing wounds.

But right now.

But then he saw Zhu Xiawu holding a Taoist seal in his hand and uttering Sanskrit sounds from his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, under the superposition of the Dao Seal and the Sanskrit Sound, dense and terrifying sword energy was forcibly expelled from his body, and with a casual shake of his hand, it was turned into powder.

At this point, although Zhu Xiawu suffered hideous external injuries, he no longer had to worry about internal troubles.

On the contrary, it was Murong Longcheng, whose spear power exploded in his body, causing his palm power and sword energy to boil. If it weren't for Murong Longcheng's extraordinary Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, anyone else would have exploded on the spot.

With this injury, Murong Longcheng could not move for a short period of time.

Zhu Xiawu's face was pale, and his aura had dropped by more than ten percent, but he was full of joy as he said, "Your Majesty, it seems that your injury is much more serious than I imagined."

"Hand over Zhu Shun and Murong's treasures, and I will leave a decent place for His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."

I have to say that Zhu Xiawu is indeed a decent man. Dignity is always the most important thing to him.

Murong Longcheng was furious and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a large amount of blood spurted out again.

That's when.

Yang Zhao and Zhao Shirong instantly broke through the formation in the mountains, like a pair of immortal heroes, they crossed the distance of hundreds of meters and landed on the extremely dilapidated official road.

"Everyone, we are all respectable people. Since the two of you can't agree on a settlement, how about Yang settle the dispute?"