Chapter Eighty-Nine:

The same rice raises a hundred kinds of people.

In this world, there are many smart people, and naturally there are many stupid forks.

Lu Yu didn't know if he was a smart person, but he knew that he was definitely not a stupid fork.

His tactical intent was clear from the outset - to do everything possible to consume the living forces on the opposite side - and he turned around, just to kill one person, not to destroy the group entirely.

If the opponent is only this group, the place of battle is chosen in the mountains and forests that he is best at, and it is possible to completely destroy the opponent.

But on the other side, there were seven groups.

If he gets into melee combat, he will be dragged into the quagmire by the opposite side, and if there are more than three teams to come, he will not be able to run even if he wants to.

Therefore, killing Yanagi Shinnosuke and running away is the most correct strategy.

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The fist of the Martial Saint can shatter the void.

And what about the Fist of the Immortals?

Before today, no one knew.

Martial arts have developed for 5,000 years, and in ancient times, there may have been immortals, but they did not leave traces in any classics.

Now it's finally possible to know.

It turns out that the fist of human immortals, the legendary realm of clear mind and visible Rulai, can penetrate the past and future reincarnation of life and death with one punch.

The Beidou Great Array formed by the twenty-eight Martial Dao Saints was impossible to break through even the Martial Saints, but it was fragile in front of the Fist of the Human Immortals.

It's like a piece of tofu from his mother.

Wei Wenchang's third punch directly shattered the four Beidou Great Arrays, and more than half of the remaining twenty-seven Martial Dao Saints vomited blood, and two of them bore the brunt and were even directly shocked to death by the tyrannical and boiling fist power.

They looked unharmed except for their strange faces, but in fact, all the muscles and veins in their bodies and what organs had turned into a puddle of flesh.

Twenty-eight Martial Dao Saints, by this moment, had already killed three people, half of them were slightly injured, and half were seriously injured.

It looks like there are still twenty-five people alive, but in fact they are already dead.

After all, the Big Dipper Great Array has been blasted through, and next, there is no way for them to unite together, not to mention Wei Wenchang's Hall of Immortal Venerables, even Lu Yehu and Emperor Chen Qingdi, the two Saint Realm martial artists here, can also kill the remaining twenty-five people without much effort!

In the entire Japanese cultivation world, two-thirds of the foundation is placed here, and it only blocked the two punches of the man in front of him who is like the reincarnation of a god?

Including Yanagi Yongzhao, the twenty-five people who were still alive all looked at Wei Wenchang with half fear and half confused eyes.

Wei Wenchang's face turned even paler, and there was no longer the blood color that a person should have, but it was filled with a rich dead air.

Death had begun to eat away at his godlike body.

But his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

If it is said that it was as bright as the stars.

Then at this moment, this kind of light has become thousands of times larger, turning into a bright moon, and even into a blazing sun.

Everyone agreed, remembering what Mr. Wei had just said.

"I'll wait for you, insert the label and sell the first."

At that time, more or less, I thought he was bitter and wild-talking.

What about the Martial Saint?

After all, there are twenty-eight of them, and all of them are Martial Dao Saints who are only one line weaker than Martial Saints.

But if so, what if the person who said this was a human immortal?

Seeing the nature of the heart, you can see it as it comes.

That's the same realm as the Buddha.

"Wei Wenchang!"

Yanagi Nagaaki roared.

"Got a fart to put out?" Wei Wenchang looked at Liu Sheng Yongzhao coldly. The culprit who killed his wife.

"I admit that you have the strength to destroy all of us here. But your realm is forcibly raised. You won't be unaware that now death has begun to eat away at your body. Every punch you throw. will drastically deplete your life force. In my opinion, you've reached your limit. As long as you throw one more punch, you'll die here. Yanagi Yongzhao said fiercely.

"So what?"

Wei Wenchang sneered, "When Lao Tzu came here today, he has already put my life on the gambling table." I'm going to die here, that's expected, but before I die, I'm going to kill you, one by one, all. ”

"Do you have to die and break the net?" Yanagi Yongzhao said angrily.

"The fish is dead?" Wei Wenchang laughed, "You guys are also worthy." I just do what I feel like I should do. ”

After he finished speaking, he stopped speaking, and took two steps to approach Yanagi Yongzhao and the others, his face became more and more dead, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the golden light was victorious.

The rain has stopped.

The sun emerged from the cascading clouds, golden points of light, shining between heaven and earth.

The entire Mt. Fuji is full of cherry blossoms and abundant vegetation, and it is filled with the atmosphere of spring.

Wei Wenchang walked in such a spring light.

Suddenly remembered his lover who had been sleeping for twenty years.

"Susu, did you see it, I told you a long time ago, I won't let you die in vain."

As he thought so, his back straightened and he walked firmer.

"Your Excellency, that's pretty much it."

At this moment, a light voice sounded.

Wei Wenchang stopped, and following the prestige, three white-robed old men stood not far away, one holding a mirror, one holding a piece of qiongyu similar to a jade seal, and one holding an ancient sword.

"Who are you?"

Wei Wenchang said coldly.

He didn't know these two people, but these three people were extremely powerful, and they were all cultivators of the Saint Realm.

Not to mention Wei Wenchang, even Liu Sheng Yongzhao and others were also a little confused.

They have a feeling that these three white-robed old men are all Japanese, but they have never seen them.

In the whole of Japan, there has been no martial saint born for nearly seventy years, but these three people are all cultivators of the saint realm!

"Mr. Wei," the white-robed old man holding an ancient sword arched his hand to Wei Wenchang, "My real name has long been forgotten. From the day I became a martial saint, my name was Susanoo, a name that, in Japanese mythology, represents the god of destruction who slew the Great Snake of the Eight Clans. Our sect is called the Heavenly God Sect. It is Japan's last foundation and line of defense. My duties are twofold, to guard the Celestial Sword, one of Japan's three sacred weapons, and to ensure that Japan's martial arts heritage will not be severed. ”

The white-robed old man holding the ancient mirror said: "I have forgotten my real name, since I joined the Heavenly God Sect, my name is Jian Yu Lei, and I am the god of thunder in Japanese mythology. ”

The white-robed old man holding Qiongyu also said, "Mr. Wei, you can call me Tsukiyomei, the god of fate in Japanese mythology. ”

"The legend is true!"

"Celestial God Sect, it really exists!"

"The legend of the three artifacts is also true!"

"We in Japan also have martial saints!"

"Gods of the Celestial God Sect, save us, we are all going to die here, the martial arts of Japan are about to become extinct!"

Yanagi Yongzhao and the others shouted.

The despair in his eyes was replaced by hope.

After all, the three martial artists of the Saint Realm who appeared out of thin air were all their Japanese martial arts predecessors.

These three old men, which age is only above 100 years old, which one is qualified to be their grandfather, they don't know each other, it's normal.

These three old men should have been enlightened martial saints seventy years ago, and after the defeat of Japan, they took Japan's three major artifacts and returned to the mountains and forests.

At this moment, if there was not a major event that threatened the entire Japanese martial arts inheritance, I am afraid that they would not have appeared.

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