Chapter 144 Fu Zhu
"Poof!"
The Chisha Blade penetrated Xu Mujun's body, and Xu Mujun turned slightly sideways at the critical moment.
Blood mixed with an arm and rose into the sky.
His left arm was directly chopped off by Madara Elder Dao using the Red Sha Blade!
"General!"
"General!"
The only remaining Grandmaster-level warrior in the Dragon Scale Army behind him roared angrily, and immediately chased after him to assist Xu Mujun.
Faced with Xu Mujun who rushed towards him without his left arm, Ban Yuan Dao was actually a little panicked for a moment.
He stood there and did not retreat to dodge. Instead, he made a gesture with one hand to summon the Red Sha Blade to return.
"Don't think about the past!"
A Grandmaster-level warrior in this life roared angrily, stood directly in front of Chisha Blade, and slashed hard with the steel knife in his hand.
With a "dang" sound, the steel knife in his hand was cut into two halves, and the Chisha blade, which contained the essence and blood of Madara Elder Dao, trembled violently and hung on the ground.
At this moment, Xu Mujun finally stepped in front of Elder Madao.
The broken knife in his right hand slashed towards Madara's neck without hesitation.
"Poof!"
Madara Yuandao was greatly shocked and quickly retreated, but he only managed to avoid this fatal blow.
In addition, the weapon in Xu Mujun's hand was a broken knife, and the fracture was slashed diagonally downward from the left side of his neck, creating a wound that was more than three feet long.
"Ah!"
Madara Elder Dao immediately screamed, but even so, he was not dead yet.
"Damn mortals! How dare you hurt me, Master Dao? I want you to die, I want you to die!!!"
He screamed and roared, and he suddenly grabbed the blood on his body. The flesh and blood rolled, and insects completely bathed in blood actually crawled out of his wounds.
"Blood evil Gu! Give it to Master Dao and I will swallow him, swallow him!"
"Buzz buzz..."
More than ten blood evil Gu made a series of buzzing sounds, and they all rushed towards Xu Mujun.
But Xu Mujun did not retreat but instead advanced, ignoring the more than ten blood evil Gus biting and sucking blood from his body, and stepped on the thigh of Madara Yuandao.
At the same time, Zhou Zhou's broken sword slashed down without hesitation.
"Poof!"
The first knife.
"Ah!"
The second knife.
"Spare my life..."
The third knife.
"I am willing to surrender..."
The fourth knife
"Ah...!"
It wasn't until the fifth sword that Madara Elder Dao's neck was completely cut off, and the blood evil Gu all over his body started to panic at this moment, scurrying around like headless flies.
Some were still biting and sucking blood, while others quickly spread their wings and fled.
At this moment, Xu Mujun looked extremely miserable, with no trace of blood on his body, and full of bloodthirsty, especially his left arm, which was broken at the elbow, revealing blood and bones.
He grabbed Madara Gendao's head with one hand, and at the same time stepped hard on his abdomen.
"Poof!"
The Dantian shattered and a large amount of blood spurted out.
The pores all over Xu Mujun's body were open, absorbing the power of the blood evil around him.
A hundred battles with the bloody sword!
This is his self-created martial arts technique, which can improve his own skills and realm by absorbing the killing energy and blood evil power of the battlefield.
After more than thirty years of fighting, his martial arts cultivation reached the innate realm.
The number of enemies who died in his hands was at least tens of thousands, or even more than 100,000.
But even so, he had never killed a monk.
Now, Madara Yuan Dao is the first monk to die under his sword.
"Buzz...!"
Along with the absorption of the power of blood evil, the true energy in Xu Mujun's dantian quickly recovered.
And a harsh buzzing sound came again, and it shot out, and he grabbed it in his hand.
Bloody flying sword.
This high-grade flying sword, which was taken from Huo Lingzi, could be controlled by Xu Mujun after several years of cultivation with blood and true air.
But it is only a simple control, otherwise it would not be easily broken by Madara Elder Dao.
If Xu Mujun wants to fully control this flying sword, he must kill Huo Lingzi!
"General!"
At this time, the only remaining Grandmaster-level warrior in the Dragon Scale Army rushed over, half-kneeling on the ground filled with grief.
"Tiehu is dead, and Poshan is about to die..."
Xu Mujun came to Poshan and looked at Poshan, whose chest was pierced and covered in blood, but still trying to smile. His stern voice was choked with sobs: "Poshan..."
"General, general...cough cough cough..."
His chest was pierced by the Madara Dao Chisha Blade, and his internal organs had already been burned to ashes.
Moreover, the wound still contained a strong evil spirit, which was devouring his life.
This injury cannot be saved by gods!
The fact that he can still speak at this moment is all because of his true energy.
"Poshan can follow the general and ride all over the world without regrets, no regrets... Hahaha..."
"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
There was a violent cough, blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out, and finally he collapsed to the ground with weak hands and no breath.
"Broken mountain!"
"Broken mountain! Wuwuwu..."
The comrade-in-arms lay on the broken body and cried loudly, bursting into tears.
Even Xu Mujun's eyes were a little wet, but he recovered quickly.
Over the years, he has experienced many sacrifices of comrades and the death of Pao Ze, and he can always hide his sadness quickly.
"Guanshan, Guanshan."
"General, general, this is my humble duty!"
"Go and count the casualties of the Dragon Scale Army. You guys stay here and wait for me to come back."
Guan Shan wiped away his tears and said: "What about you, general? Where are you going?"
"Me?"
Xu Mujun's eyes flashed, he looked at the people who were still fighting in the distance, and said indifferently: "It's just to suppress the rebellion."
The corner of Guan Shan's mouth moved, but he still sighed and said: "By the way, General, I found this thing in my humble position!"
As he spoke, he picked up a short blade, held it in both hands and handed it to Xu Mujun.
"This thing... a monk's magical weapon?"
Xu Mujun frowned and said, this short blade is exactly the magic weapon of Madara Elder Dao, the Red Sha Blade!
After his death, this magical instrument lost its spirituality and became ownerless.
Compared with the steel knives they use made of hundreds of refined steel, monks' magic weapons are stronger and sharper. Xu Mu Saber: "Leave this magical weapon to you. Maintain it with blood essence and true air, and you can use it like an arm."
"Madara Elder Dao is dead. It only takes you a few years to completely take possession of this magic weapon and make it your most precious treasure."
Guan Shan hesitated for a moment, but still put it away: "Thank you, general!"
"This short blade will be called...pohu from now on."
"It's also to pay tribute to Tiehu and Poshan!"
"It's all up to you!"
Xu Mujun agreed, turned around and walked in the direction of Xu Xuanwu.
At this time, the fight between Xu Xuanwu and Chen Zhongcai in the distance had reached an intense level.
A hero who, in order to dominate the world, does not hesitate to resort to unfilial means such as killing his father.
The other person is a dead soldier who has been taught since childhood to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and to repay the favor of the country with his death.
The two of them fought together for their different beliefs.
Xu Xuanwu, like his father Xu Mujun, is good at fighting with the bloody sword.
But when he lived and practiced in Nanyue County for so many years, he integrated his own understanding and the differences in martial arts in Nanyue County and found his own path.
His sword skills no longer have obvious battlefield killing power, but have become sinister and vicious, and every sword energy contains extremely vicious poison skills!
The blood evil and poison skills complement each other, forcing Chen Zhong to retreat continuously.
Chen Zhong, on the other hand, practices the "Black Lotus Book" which is in the same vein as Chen Liancang.
The figure shimmers like a ghost, and the claws are sinister and vicious. One claw can crack gold and crack rocks, and it also has poison power.
The two figures were intertwined with each other, making it difficult to separate and kill them.
"What kind of ecstasy did Emperor Zhengyong give you that can make you so desperate?"
Xu Xuanwu held a long knife and forced Chen Zhong to retreat.
After all, he had a weapon in his hand and had the upper hand, which had already left a lot of injuries on Chen Zhong.
If Chen Zhong hadn't been adhering to a life-for-life style of play, he would have been defeated long ago.
Chen Zhong said indifferently: "Your Majesty is the True Dragon Emperor, so you are not qualified to mention His Majesty for your rebellion?"
"True Dragon Emperor?"
Xu Xuanwu sneered and said: "When I compete in the world, I will also be the real dragon emperor, hahaha..."
"Death!"
"Boom!"
Bai Zhan's bloody sword slashed down again, and Chen Zhong's figure dodged like a ghost.
But after Xu Xuanwu made the cut, his other hand suddenly twitched, and a short knife suddenly appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his hand, he actually stood in front of Chen Zhong and tore open Chen Zhong's chest.
"Despicable!"
"Hahaha... As long as you can win, how can you be despicable?"
"Die to me, general...!"
"Dang!"
There was a violent clash of weapons, and dazzling sparks flew everywhere.
A one-armed man wearing a simple red cloak suddenly appeared between the two of them.
"Father, Father!!!"
Xu Xuanwu exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes.
Xu Mujun held a bloody broken knife in his hand, and held the long knife in Xu Xuanwu's hand firmly with one hand.
He subconsciously looked into the distance, trying to find the figure of Madara Elder Dao, but unfortunately he only saw ruins.
"What are you looking for?"
"Madara Elder Tao?"
Xu Mujun's tone was extremely cold, but Xu Xuanwu's heart skipped a beat as he knew what he was like.
Unlike ordinary people, the angrier Xu Mujun gets, the calmer he becomes.
Because only by calming down can he think more thoroughly and find the most appropriate solution.
And now.
Xu Mujun's anger was as if he was on the verge of a volcanic eruption!
"Follow me back to Beijing and apologize to Your Majesty."
"I don't!"
Xu Xuanwu gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Father! The current chaos in the world is all caused by Emperor Zhengyong."
"If Yu loses his deer, the whole world will chase him away!"
"There are at least dozens of people in the world who are rebels against the king. There are people who resist the tyranny of Emperor Zhengyong, there are careerists who want to seize the throne, and there are people who ask for orders for the people. Why can't we occupy the world!"
"This world is meant for virtuous people!"
"Evil beast!"
"Crack!"
Xu Mujun slapped Xu Xuanwu directly on the face, knocking him staggering.
"My Xu family has been loyal for generations, why did you become such a rebellious person!"
"Your Majesty is unkind, so we should act benevolently!"
"Crack!"
Another slap, and Xu Xuanwu took another step forward.
"Your Majesty's tyranny, we should rebuke him with our lives!"
"Crack!"
"Your Majesty has no virtue, we should put an end to the chaos and straighten things out!"
"Crack!"
"The great danger is about to collapse, and it is our duty to support the building before it collapses, and to turn the tide before it collapses!"
Xu Mujun gritted his teeth and said: "Instead of raising troops to rebel, weapons and weapons are everywhere, fighting for hegemony in the world, causing the people of Li to be displaced and the people to live in dire straits!"
"If this happens, even if you sit on the throne, you will just be the next tyrant!"
"Father!"
The left side of Xu Xuanwu's face was red after being beaten by Xu Mujun, and he was filled with shame and anger. He gritted his teeth and said: "The world is in chaos now. Even if I don't end up, more people will end up!"
"Without me, Nanyue County, Yunzhou, Yuezhou, and even not far away Shuzhou, Jiangzhou and other places would be at war! The people would be in dire straits!"
"What I do is also..."
"Crack!"
Xu Mujun slapped Xu Xuanwu into confusion again.
"You... are not worthy!"
"Father..."
Xu Xuanwu took a deep breath. The panic in his eyes had long since dissipated, and was replaced by a strong murderous intent.
In his mind, he suddenly remembered what Elder Madara said just now.
Those who stand in my way can even be killed by my relatives!
Throughout the ages, how many emperors have killed brothers and fathers and sons for the throne.
Different ways, don’t work together!
He jumped with one hand and slashed at Xu Mujun's neck with the long knife in his hand without hesitation!
Asking for a monthly ticket~
Asking for a monthly ticket~
Asking for a monthly ticket~
Asking for a monthly ticket~
Asking for a monthly ticket~
(End of chapter)