Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

If this sword were to strike them, not even ashes would be left.

The crowd, who were already dozens of feet away from the battlefield, hurriedly retreated again, even retreating hundreds of feet away, before they could barely get rid of the terrifying pressure.

Countless people were sweating profusely as they looked at the white figure in the fire storm, an unspeakable fear rising in their hearts.

"This guy...where on earth did this monster come from?"

In fact, let alone those Quanzhen disciples who witnessed the power of the Fire Dance Whirlwind for the first time.

Even Lin Yu, who had faced this divine sword head-on, felt a chill down his spine as he recalled the horrible memory of that day when the sky was burned by the scorching sun and he felt as if he was in a furnace.

"This guy's swordsmanship seems to have become much stronger!"

"What a monster! With such talent in martial arts, even the young lady and Wang Chongyang back then would not be able to reach his level, right?"

Even the bystanders are terrified, so what kind of terrible pressure will the people at the center of the battlefield be under?

I'm afraid that no one except the Seven Sons of Quanzhen can empathize with me.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield.

A terrifying sound of burning fire suddenly rang out.

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Tsk tsk tsk! Tsk tsk tsk!

The flames and the whirlwind intertwined together, forming a vortex of destruction, which dyed the air red, just like a scorching sun falling from the sky and appearing in front of everyone. The sparkling golden light contained an indestructible sword energy, which rolled towards the Big Dipper sword with a destructive posture.

A firestorm swept across.

Almost at the moment of contact, the originally majestic sword force of the Big Dipper instantly melted like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

"break!"

Su Liu's eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted. A rainbow-like sword light suddenly flew up, wrapped in flames and whirlwinds, and stabbed towards the intersection of the seven swords.

boom!

The scarlet sword light that was bursting across the sky suddenly retracted and turned into a golden light as bright as the sun.

Click, click, click!

The seven long swords suddenly shattered!

The Seven Quanzhen disciples also vomited blood and staggered back several steps. Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi, who were already injured, could not stand and fell to the ground, their faces as pale as gold paper.

At this moment, Su Liu's sword power did not decrease at all.

Still like a divine dragon suddenly appearing, it flew towards the direction where the Seven Quanzhen Masters were.

At this time, the Seven Quanzhen disciples had lost their swords and suffered the backlash of the formation. They had already lost their combat effectiveness. How could they withstand the sharpness of the Changhong Sword?

If Su Liu were to strike down with this sword, the Seven True Men would probably be wiped out from the world from now on!

"Master Master!!"

"No!!!"

"How dare you, demon?!"

Seeing this scene, thousands of Quanzhen Sect disciples were furious and wished they could fly up and block Su Liu's sword with their bodies.

However, they have not even reached the level of ants and cannot even step into the battlefield.

As long as you get within three feet of Su Liu, you will be strangled into a bloody mist by the blazing sword energy!

At this moment, seeing the red sword as bright as a rainbow about to stab at him, the eldest senior brother Ma Jue struggled to stand up, trying to block the sword with his body, fighting for the last hope of life for his fellow junior brothers and sisters.

"go!"

"Come on!"

Hearing this, the other six Quanzhen disciples burst into tears and refused to leave.

"No! Senior Brother, we are brothers, if we are to die, let us die together!"

"Yes! Let's die together!"

Qiu Chuji and the other six Quanzhen disciples struggled to stand up and refused to leave no matter what.

"You...why are you doing this!"

Looking at his fellow disciples with determined faces, a bitter smile appeared on Ma Yu's pale face. Then he sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

Su Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword showed no intention of stopping, and went straight towards the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

As they watched the fiery sword kill seven people, and at this critical moment, a faint sigh sounded.

"Ugh."

"Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other."

"My friend, you and I are both from the Dao Sect, why do we have to kill them all so quickly?"

With a light sigh, a figure appeared quietly in front of the Seven True Men like a ghost.

hum~

The tip of the Changhong sword trembled slightly.

The sword's originally unstoppable momentum seemed to suddenly stop.

There seemed to be a layer of stagnation in the air, and even the extremely sharp Changhong Sword could not break through it.

Feeling this invisible pressure, Su Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of fear emerged in his eyes, and he snorted coldly, and the sword's force suddenly became three times sharper.

Sa!

The sword turned into a golden rainbow, cutting through all obstacles and going straight for the opponent's throat.

However, the old figure of the opponent quietly raised a hand, and a soft Qi like flowing water quietly spread out, blocking the Changhong sword again.

Seeing this, Su Liu suddenly retracted his sword, and a sneer appeared on his handsome face.

"Wang Chongyang, you old man are not dead yet."

Chapter 38: Wang Chongyang: My dear friend, please give me some face! (Please give me flowers! Comments!)⑦

Of course!

Su Liu's words were like a bolt of thunder from a clear sky.

The scene was completely silent, falling into a deathly silence. Everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the old man in Taoist robes, feeling dry in the mouth.

"What did he...just say!?"

"This demon just seemed to be saying... Master Chongyang is still alive?!"

"Is this man crazy?"

"Could it be that the senior... is Master Chongyang?"

Thousands of Quanzhen Sect disciples stood there in a daze, with all kinds of thoughts flooding into their minds like a tide.

The faces of the Seven Quanzhen disciples changed drastically, they were speechless with horror, and their eyes were fixed on the familiar figure in front of them.

Ma Jue's eyes were filled with excitement, and even his body was shaking constantly. He called out softly:

"Master?"

The old man in Taoist robes sighed softly, turned around, looked at Ma Yu and others with gentle eyes, and said softly: "Disciple, it's been a long time since we last met. Are you all right?"

After seeing this person's face clearly, the Seven Quanzhen disciples instantly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their cheeks, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master!"

"Is it really you?"

"Disciple pays homage to Master!"

All the Quanzhen disciples also knelt on the ground and said in unison: "Disciples pay homage to Master Chongyang."

Looking at the seven disciples kneeling on the ground, Wang Chongyang's calm eyes finally showed some emotion, and he sighed softly and said:

"Crazy boy, crazy boy."

As he spoke, he lightly waved his robe sleeves, and suddenly an invisible force spread out quietly like a stream of water, lifting up the seven Quanzhen disciples who were kneeling on the ground.

Then, Wang Chongyang said softly, "You all should get up too."

His voice was as calm as a whisper, but it seemed to have magical power, echoing very clearly in the ears of the more than a thousand Quanzhen disciples present.

The depth of his skills is simply hard to estimate.

Su Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

"This old immortal must be at least at the Grandmaster level, and may even have reached the peak of the Grandmaster level."

"It seems that today, I may have to use some of my best tricks."

At this moment, Wang Chongyang also turned around, his eyes fell on Su Liu, and said lightly:

"My friend, you are a master of martial arts, and I admire you very much. However, we are from the same Taoist sect, so why do you have to kill me, Quanzhen?"

"We are both from the same sect?" Su Liu sneered. "Your Quanzhen Sect is the most powerful sect in the world, and my Xuanzhen Temple is just a small sect in the mountains. How can we be from the same sect as you?"

Hearing this, Wang Chongyang frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said softly:

"Xuanzhen Temple? Are you from the Xuanzhen Temple in the north of Zhongnan Mountain, where Taoist Qinghui is?"

"Haha, it turns out that Taoist Wang also knows that Mount Zhongnan does not belong to your Quanzhen Sect alone." Su Liu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I originally thought that you have long looked down on others and regarded this mountain as yours!"

"Young man seems to have a lot of resentment towards me, Quanzhen." Wang Chongyang's eyes were indifferent, and no emotion could be heard in his tone.

"Wang Chongyang, you still have the nerve to bring this up? My master, Taoist Qinghui, died because of you Quanzhen. Do you think I have any resentment?"

Su Liu's eyebrows were like swords, piercing the sky, and he said coldly: "My master came to ask for medicine for his disciple earlier. You didn't give it to him, but why did you humiliate him? It was because of your sect's disciple Zhao Zhijing that my master was so angry that he fell ill and eventually ascended to heaven."

"He is nearly ninety years old. When he was cultivating Taoism in Mount Zhongnan, there was no Quanzhen Sect!"

"We are from the same Taoist sect? Bah, you are not worthy!"

Su Liu was merciless and his words were as sharp as a knife, directly piercing the hypocritical face of Quanzhen Sect.

For a moment, the entire peak of Zhongnan Mountain was silent.

Even the Seven Quanzhen disciples, who were originally filled with resentment, were now powerless to refute and could only lower their heads in shame.

Wang Chongyang sighed softly.

"I'm ashamed. I will give you an explanation today."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the Seven Quanzhen disciples, and asked in a deep voice: "Zhao Zhijing, where are you now?"

"Don't worry, Master Wang. I've already dealt with that beast." Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold and a hint of sneer on his lips. "It can be considered as helping your Quanzhen Sect clean up its mess!"

Hearing this, Wang Chongyang bowed to Su Liu and said sincerely: "Today's incident is my fault. I apologize to you and fellow Taoist Qinghui."

Su Liu did not dodge or evade, but stood with his hands behind his back, accepting the gift with peace of mind.

Ma Yu and others looked ashamed, but they had no face to stop it and could only sigh.

After the ceremony, Wang Chongyang stood up, looked at Su Liu calmly, and said softly: "My friend, now that the culprit is dead, even if it is to give me some face, let's end today's matter here."

Hearing this, Su Liu's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm.

"That's it? It's a little early for Master Wang to say that. Now that the first debt is settled, it's time to discuss the second one!"

"Don't push yourself too far!"

Qiu Chuji was furious. He struggled to stand up and was about to scold Su Liu, but was stopped by Wang Chongyang with a look.

"I wonder what debts I still owe to Quan Zhen? Please tell me clearly, my friend!"

Su Liu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Wang Chongyang with a half-smile, and said leisurely: "Master Wang may not know that the Ancient Tomb Sect has now been accepted into my Xuanzhen Sect. Today I want to seek justice for the female knight Lin Chaoying. What do you think?"

Chapter 39: Why should I, Su Liu, explain to you what I have done in my life! (Please give me flowers! Please give me votes!)①

As soon as the three words "Lin Chaoying" came out.