Chapter 37: Kenshiro

Wan Yan Jue took the lead, and more than a dozen Jurchen masters sneered a few times and followed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Yuan 13 looked at Cui Zhenzhen and recognized this man who had a relationship with him on the Bohai Sea, but he didn't say anything, and followed the army with his six apprentices.

Cui Zhenzhen looked gloomily at the group of people marching in the direction of the castle with a gloomy face, spat on the ground, and said hatefully: "Go, go, it's good that they're all dead!" ”

Then, he turned his head to Wang Haijiao, who was submissive on the side, and said, "Let's follow too!" ”

"Master!" Wang Haijiao couldn't help but say, "We must do this?" It's too late to stop now. ”

"Smack!" Cui Zhen slapped it, and then roared: "Do you think it's too late to let go now?" We helped him fight down that country, but now he is letting the Han people bully us Koreans, and I absolutely refuse to accept it if he bullies us Koreans like this! ”

“.....”

"I'll go over and watch first, you go and bring our army over!"

When Cui Zhenzhen also walked away, Wang Haijiao said to himself: "However, I am also Han, not Korean!" ”

Known as the Holy Emperor City, the castle sits on a cliff not too far from the Yalu River, with the never-ending crashing waves of the cliff on the side. Whether it's in terms of comfort or anything else, Holy Emperor City is not a great place to live.

Those who like to live in this kind of place are either psychopaths, or have a hole in their brain, or simply a pervert with a hole in their brain. Chen Cheng felt that he probably liked perverts who often opened their brains.

Sitting at the top of the castle, looking down on the hillside below, he could just see the masters with all kinds of weapons and fiercely pounced on them. On the slope leading to the castle, Wan Yanjue raised his head and met Chen Cheng, who was sitting on a stone bench.

What Wan Yanjue saw was a quiet man sitting on a stone chair with his head propped up with his fists. Quiet, resolute, as if carved from rock and poured with molten steel, even if it is a vicissitudes of life, that person will not change.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!" Wan Yan Jue narrowed his eyes, sneered a few times, and then shouted loudly in the direction of the contract: "Holy Emperor, wash your neck there and wait!" ”

Hmm, Chen Cheng felt as if he had heard something, and his gaze was withdrawn from the infinite and distant void. The wind blew from the sea, but it weakened near the castle, and when it reached the Tobo, it became a fresh breeze.

Wan Yan Jue, Tang Fifteen, Yuan Thirteen, these three people were the three strongest people among the attacking masters, each of them took a group of masters, and rushed into the castle with great momentum, and then was surprised to find that except for themselves, all the others were gone.

What's going on? Mo Ming's doubts welled up in his heart. The sound of a "plopping" heartbeat was clearly audible, and there was no sound in the entire castle except for their own heartbeat.

Yuan Thirteen was only puzzled for a moment, and then he recovered from his surprise. After all, he was Wei Qingqing's disciple, and although he hadn't learned much about his master's ability in formation, he was no stranger to it at all. Not to mention anything else, his Zhixiong Xu Xiaoyi has such a ability to turn fiction into reality and create illusions.

Yuan Thirteen Limits knew that no matter what kind of formation or formation, it could be broken. It's just that knowing is knowing, but it's even more difficult to break it. The easiest way is to use absolute power to crush the entire illusion into powder, and the so-called formation will naturally be broken cleanly.

However, the Yuan Thirteen Limit did not possess the power to crush the entire illusion into powder. That kind of earth-destroying power, even Wei Qingqing doesn't have it. Then, you can only make corresponding actions for this illusion.

Yuan Thirteen Limits and you are calm, according to his understanding, even if the formation is magical, as long as your strength is high enough, as long as your heart is not disturbed, then you still have a chance to break out of the formation.

He stood there and waited for a while, but there was no movement, as if he had been forgotten. Yuan Thirteen Limit pondered for a while, and then he understood that this formation needed to be actively explored by himself in order to trigger the corresponding changes. So, he discerned the surroundings left and right, and walked towards the depths of the castle.

This Holy Emperor City is made of large rocks, unadorned, and looks quite rough. In many places, you can see the residue of water droplets, and in some places it is covered with moss. Directly facing the gate is a dark stone road. At the end of the road is endless darkness, because of the darkness, it is impossible to see how long the road is.

Yuan Thirteen was fearless, just sneered, and continued to move forward. As he walked, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, he had walked so far, it was reasonable to say that he was going to go outside the castle, why didn't there be a knife head on this road?

He reached out and pressed his hand against the rough wall beside it. Then, the darkness erupted, and a large hole appeared in the silent shooting. At the same time, the light lit up in front of him.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost." Yuan Thirteen said so, but he was secretly relieved in his heart.

Walking a few steps briskly and jumping into the slightly glowing hole, Yuan Thirteen only felt that the darkness was suddenly far away, and when he looked closely, he was already in a palace with a strange shape. Above the carved stone pillars is a high dome. In the hall, which was wide enough for war horses to gallop, there was a person who exuded a strong aura and stood there calmly.

"Hey, you're the enemy in this illusion?" Yuan Thirteen said fearlessly: "Is it possible that as long as I defeat you, I can go to fight to the death with the Holy Emperor?" ”

"......", the man was burly, and his eyes showed a sad taste. He did not answer Yuan Thirteen's question, but put on the starting pose of the Beidou God Fist - Tianpo Live Kill.

Yuan Thirteen's eyes were suffocated, he had spent a lot of time studying "Beidou Divine Fist" and "Southern Dipper Holy Fist" in the past few years, so he naturally recognized this move.

"Is it the inheritor of the Big Dipper God Fist?" Yuan Thirteen put on the same posture, "I will do this too!" ”

"Well, that's good." The man finally spoke, "The successor of the Hokuto God Fist - Kenshiro, participate!" ”

With that, the surging fighting spirit tore Kenshiro's shirt, revealing explosive muscles and the seven scars on his chest arranged in the shape of Beidou.

".......", the anger of the thirteenth limit of Yuan was ignited in an instant, and the powerful and unrivaled trick burst out, "Die!" ”