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The one hundred and fourteenth killing

The storyteller told the story, starting from the birth of King Wuling, selected the jīng color part of King Wuling's life, and spent about an hour to summarize the legend of King Wuling's life:

On the day King Wuling was born, a vision was born in his home, which attracted a flock of eagles in the sky. The eagles gathered for a long time, circling back and forth over the courtyard, and making a chirping sound, as if celebrating the birth of King Wuling. This statement comes from wild history, with mythological colors, and it is difficult to verify whether it is true or false, but the onlookers like to listen to this kind of joke.

King Wuling did not live up to the celebration of the eagles, he was really outstanding when he grew up, he was a genius in martial arts, he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, he had a thousand catties of arm strength, and he was good at hunting, and he could use arrows to shè the eyes of the tiger when hunting, ensuring that he killed the tiger but did not hurt the tiger skin.

When he reached adulthood, King Wu Ling became even more amazing, becoming a first-class master, and he rarely met opponents at that time. In order to verify his strength, he once paid a private visit to Weifu, disguised himself, and pretended to be an ordinary person to compete with the martial artists in the territory. After he returned to the palace after traveling for several months, he did not taste a single defeat, won every competition, and used a fake identity to make a big name in the rivers and lakes.

Before the death of King Zhou Tai, the Central Plains was still in a unified state, and King Wuling, as the prince king, once led the army for King Zhou to fight thieves and sweep away the bandits in the area of Wanfeng Mansion.

There were many peaks in that area, and the terrain was dangerous, because the year was not good, and the emperor was harsh on miscellaneous taxes, and many locals fell into the grass and became bandits. There are dozens of cottages, large and small, and there are tens of thousands of bandits combined.

King Wuling led his troops to suppress the bandits, because of the constraints of the royal law, the strength was limited, far less than the number of bandits, if it was brutal, the troops would inevitably suffer a great loss. In order to reduce casualties and concentrate superior forces, he first bulldozed the strongest cottage with the power of wind and thunder, so as to deter the bandits of other cottages.

After that, he did not attack again, but adopted a policy of Huai Rou, leading a team of light cavalry to visit other cottages in Wanfeng Mansion, knowing it with reason, moving it with emotion, and persuading those cottages to surrender. The other cottages saw that King Wuling was mighty and courageous, and they all admired it very much, and they were unwilling to be exterminated, and ninety percent of the cottages chose to surrender. As for the rest of the stubborn cottages, there was nothing to be afraid of, and it didn't take long for them to be destroyed by King Wuling.

From the time King Wuling led the troops into Wanfeng Mansion to quell the bandits, it took only half a year, which caused a great shock at that time, and even caused the uneasiness of King Zhou Tai, the son of the emperor. King Tai of Zhou was worried that King Wuling's ability was too great, so he rebelled, and issued an edict to cut off the army in King Wuling's hands and let many soldiers unload their armor and return to the field. King Wu Ling was very dissatisfied with this, but at that time there was nothing to be done, so he could only endure it silently.

After the assassination and death of King Taiwang of Zhou, the little prince ascended the throne, and the eunuchs seized power and dictatorship, making the people miserable, and finally triggered a rebellion.

At this time, King Wuling had a place to play, he re-recruited troops and horses, rebelled against the Son of Heaven, and the princes competed in the Central Plains, after several years of bloody battles, and finally laid a large territory. He ushered in the most glorious period of his life in middle age, sitting on half of the country, and ruling the river with another prince.

The two princes had been brewing for several years, hoarding grain and grass, and preparing male soldiers, and finally it was time for a duel.

King Wuling was full of ambition, bent on winning the title of king and achieving hegemony, but it was a pity that he was jealous of his talents, and the night before he set out on the expedition, he suddenly contracted a violent illness, his health deteriorated, and he died of illness on the way. Before his death, he passed the throne to the crown prince, who brought his body back to his hometown and buried it in a secret tomb that had been built for many years.

King Wuling is a dragon and phoenix in a person, but what about him, after his death, the territory was quickly annexed by another princely king, and the hegemony of the emperor turned into nothing, turning into a small wave in the long river of history.

After the storyteller finished speaking, he sighed and sang a poem evaluating King Wuling, and the others were also emotional, each with their own opinions.

Compared with others, Zhao Zheng had another understanding, and he was fascinated by the late historical figure King Wuling, and vaguely saw the scene of King Wuling leading the heroic soldiers to gallop on the battlefield. King Wuling was born above 10,000 people, and he has been an emperor all his life, but he has come to the world in vain. What boy in the world wouldn't want to have such a life?

When Zhao Zheng thought of this, he was full of pride in his heart, his interest was great, his hands itched, and he wanted to dance a sword to vent. He got up and left the table, walked to the back door, walked through the courtyard, and came to the woods not far from the inn, drew the sword of life hanging from his waist, took a deep breath, and stabbed it out.

In the process, he recalled the commentary he had just heard, and felt the heartbeat and pulse of the legendary figure of King Wuling, as if he had traveled through hundreds of years of history and returned to the battlefield where the killing sound was earth-shattering.

The pride in his chest was surging, and the blood in his veins was surging, and this emotion naturally affected the sword moves he issued, and one move became wide open and close, fierce and uninhibited, as if he was rushing to kill on the battlefield. He is blessed to the soul, dancing the sword with xìng, the sword moves are flowing and flowing, all in one, every movement is coherent, and the whereabouts of the sword flower are like a whirlwind and clouds, which is much more powerful than the sword moves he painstakingly created before.

The more he danced, the more he danced, he used all his internal strength, and used the special ability of blood and qi to rush to the crown to maximize his strength.

The greatest strength with the most heroic sword moves!

The sword light flew in all directions, coming and going, up and down, the trunks of the trees broke in the cold light, and the earth and rocks flew away, as if they were unstoppable. Even if these sword moves are placed on the battlefield, they can kill the enemy on their backs and rush out of a bloody way.

Zhao Zheng recalled the life of King Wuling, shared the same fate with King Wuling, and his emotions also fluctuated with King Wuling's life, but it was a pity that King Wuling failed in the end and failed to achieve the grand hegemony. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a lot of regret, and this emotion was transmitted to the sword moves, which made the style of the sword moves take a sharp turn, becoming slow and sad.

When King Wuling died of illness in front of the bed in his thoughts, the sword in his hand also stopped and fell slowly.

The cold light converged, and the branches and leaves that were cut off and picked up by the sword move fell one after another, laying a circle around Zhao Zheng.

"Good swordsmanship, worthy of being my younger brother, Wu xìng is high." There was a cheer not far away, and the sound turned out to be made by Shen Luoxia.

Zhao Zheng's thoughts were interrupted and jumped out of that mysterious realm. He turned his head and looked behind him, knowing when he had come.

"Coming here?" Zhao Zheng asked.

"I saw you practicing swords upstairs, and I came over out of curiosity, hoping it didn't bother you." Shen Luoxia replied.

"Didn't bother me, I'm done dancing."

"Is the sword move you just practiced a combination of Maha swordsmanship?" Don't skip words.

"Exactly."

"When you practiced the sword just now, you were engrossed, as if you had put other things out of the way, and the sword moves you danced were vigorous and agile. I think the power of this set of sword moves is quite good, you should make a good note of it and keep it for yourself. ”

"The sword moves I danced just now are really handy, you give me some time, let me remember it." Zhao Zheng closed his eyes as he spoke, recalled the moves and styles of the dance just now, and then secretly memorized them. He just said that the time for dancing is not short, and there are more than two dozen sword moves together, and when he recalls it this time, he only thinks of eighty percent of them, and he can't remember a few moves at the tail anyway.

He was slightly disappointed, opened his eyes, and danced the sword moves he remembered again, this time his momentum was far less than just now, but the sword moves were basically the same, just missing a few later moves.

You must do your best to perform this set of sword moves, otherwise it will be difficult to exert the true meaning of that kind of pride, and the power will be greatly reduced. Although he repeated the sword move just now, he did not release any water, but used it with all his might.

When he had finished the dance, he stopped and sheathed his sword, and after all this recollection, he had memorized the sword moves completely.

"This set of sword moves has a very manly momentum, I like it very much, you can give it a bright name." Shen Luoxia said with a smile.

"When I created this set of sword moves, I was thinking about King Ling's life, he fought all year round and galloped on the battlefield, this set of sword moves is based on this theme, simply call it 'Overlord Chang Tu'." Zhao Zheng looked at Huo Huo, and Ling Ran replied.

"The overlord slaughters." Shen Luoxia recited a sentence, nodded and said, "Yes, it is very imposing, and it matches this set of sword moves very well." With the power of this set of sword moves, I think it should be considered a killer move. ”

"Performing this set of sword moves requires all your strength, and you can't leave any room for it, it really should be counted as a killer move." Zhao Zheng also agreed.

Among the martial arts in the world, there are many martial arts with special killing moves. The so-called killing moves generally refer to some powerful moves, but also those that can only be played if certain conditions are met, as well as life-saving moves used to turn defeat into victory.

Maha swordsmanship is impermanent, there is no fixed move, the moves have to be created by themselves, since you can create ordinary moves, of course, you can also create killing moves.

This move "Overlord Chang Tu" needs to be used with all his strength, and the power is higher than ordinary moves, it is not an exaggeration to count it as a killing move, at least for Zhao Zheng, this is a hole card dedicated to fighting to the death.

Zhao Zheng relied on listening to a commentary today to create a killer move, of course, he was very happy, and chatted with Shen Luoxia excitedly, discussing the pros and cons and flaws of this move.

How could he have imagined that this killing move would come in handy so soon.

The one hundred and fourteenth killing