"Master, where are we going now?"

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, a ten-year-old naughty boy and a young man in white walked leisurely on the market. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Huh! Let's go find a medical master now, and let him suppress the cold poison in your body for you," Xiao Ziyu glanced at Zhang Wuji and smiled slightly.

"Oh!"

Zhang Wuji responded very sensibly.

Butterfly Valley is far away from this Wudang Mountain, and Zhang Wuji is young and frail, so after going down the mountain, Xiao Ziyu still bought a carriage and took Zhang Wuji all the way to the north.

Along the way, Xiao Ziyu also felt how miserable the world under the rule of Dayuan was, but unfortunately his ability alone could not change the world.

However, all the soldiers who were oppressed by him along the way, he took action and killed them one by one.

For this reason, he won the title of 'White-clothed Shura', wearing white clothes like a son, but when he kills people, he becomes a blood-clothed Shura.

Of course, he killed those Mongolian soldiers on a large scale, but he offended the Great Yuan court, and the dynasty was furious and immediately sent people to hunt down and kill Xiao Ziyu.

But who is Xiao Ziyu, he is a top master, plus he has been practicing in Wudang Mountain for two years, he has broken through the nine layers of the day after tomorrow, and now it can be said that except for Zhang Sanfeng, on the rivers and lakes, there is no one who can beat Xiao Ziyu, except for those hidden old monsters.

Therefore, the masters sent by the Great Yuan Imperial Court all died under Xiao Ziyu's sword one by one, which also made Xiao Ziyu even more famous.

The name of "White Shura" is unknown to everyone in the world.

The continuous killing also made the Dayuan court even more resentful of Xiao Ziyu, but for a while, they couldn't find a better hand, so they didn't send anyone to chase and kill Xiao Ziyu.

But Xiao Ziyu also knows that Da Yuan will definitely not let him go so easily, after all, he slapped the face of the Da Yuan court so much, if he doesn't clean him up, where should Da Yuan's face go.

On this day, Xiao Ziyu took Zhang Wuji to the bank of the Han River.

"It turned out to be one, I didn't expect this plot, from that Zhang Sanfeng to himself", Xiao Ziyu saw that more than a dozen Mongolian officers and soldiers were chasing and killing a bearded man holding a little boy.

Xiao Ziyu knew that the bearded man should be Chang Yuchun, so the little boy should be Zhou Ziwang's child.

Seeing that Chang Yuchun was about to be poisoned, Xiao Ziyu instantly bullied him, opened the Qingming sword, and instantly surrounded several officers and soldiers around Chang Yuchun, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on his neck, and then he suddenly fell.

"What!"

The eyes of the officer and soldier in the lead were sudden, and even the few monks around him were also eye-catching, Xiao Ziyu's body and sword speed were too fast, even with their eyesight, they didn't see how Xiao Ziyu died.

"Bold, what kind of person are you, you dare to stop my court from arresting the remnants of the Yuanzhou Demon Sect's anti-thieves," the martial arts hall yelled.

"Huh!" For the hoarseness of the martial arts hall, Xiao Ziyu just shouted at him.

"So what, I want to save him, what can you do to me?" Xiao Ziyu was very disdainful.

"Amitabha! The donor is the white-clothed Shura Xiao Ziyu", just when the martial arts hall was about to say something angrily, a monk next to him immediately walked out, clasped his hands together and said.

"The white-clothed Shura doesn't dare to be, but Xiao Ziyu is below, I don't know what this master has to say", Xiao Ziyu looked at each other with a smile on his face, and said lightly.

"White-clothed Shura!"

As soon as he heard this name, the martial arts hall suddenly shuddered, and when he looked at Xiao Ziyu, he also became cringe, and he was no longer as arrogant as before.

It seems that Xiao Ziyu's name of Shura is indeed very intimidating, especially for them, Mongolian officers and soldiers.

"It turned out that it was really Shura in person, this person is a criminal of my court, can the donor let us arrest him", this monk is kind words, but there is no way, Xiao Ziyu's force is there, even if the four of them are together, they are not necessarily Xiao Ziyu's opponents.

"What if, I insist on blocking it!" Xiao Ziyu's faint words did not have the slightest threat, but in the ears of the martial arts hall and the monk, it was a threat of death.

"Then don't blame our senior brothers for offending more", the monk bowed his head with his palms together and said with a serious expression.

"It's not like you're going to do it, why do you say so much!" Xiao Ziyu is very disdainful, he just doesn't like these people, every time he lies, he is glossy.

"Offended", the monk seemed to be very angry, no matter how Xiao Ziyu mocked, he was still expressionless, and then the four monks jumped in a few steps, and came to Xiao Ziyu's side and surrounded him.

Facing the siege of four people, Xiao Ziyu's expression slowly became serious, although these four people were only first-class level, but the four of them joined forces, which suddenly made Xiao Ziyu feel a trace of threat.

Xiao Ziyu knew that it must be the joint skill of the Fan Monk Master, such as the 'True Martial Seven Interception Array' of that Wudang.

"Groan!"

With a sonorous sound, the green light in Xiao Ziyu's hand suddenly came out, the green light flashed, and a cold light suddenly appeared, suddenly stabbing at the throat of the monk who had just spoken.

This sword is hidden and sick, and the monk didn't see Xiao Ziyu out of the sword at all, but the cold aura emitted by the Qingying Sword, and even the aura of the soldier, his skin can really feel it.

The perennial instinct of life and death made him move slightly to the side in an instant, and it was this that allowed him to avoid the moment of death.

However, Qing Ming's soldiers still cut his skin and shed blood.

"It's a pity!" failed to kill the monk with one sword, Xiao Ziyu felt an interesting pity in his heart, if the sword just now killed the monk, then the remaining three would be easier.

"Damn, I actually sneaked attack" Seeing this situation, the other monks were suddenly secretly angry, so they glanced at each other, and instantly attacked Xiao Ziyu.

Several of them have been together since childhood, and even achieved a heart-to-heart connection, among the four people, one is holding a demon pestle, one is holding a Buddhist bead, and the other two are bare-handed, calling towards Xiao Ziyu.

The coercion of the four people, Xiao Ziyu was reflected in his eyes, his legs and feet, scurrying again and again, and his body moved even more shadows and shadows.

A green sword turned into a thousand shadows in his hand.

Boom! Bang!

The metal collided, fists and feet collided, and a whirring wind suddenly blew around the five people.

"Drink! Eat a poor monk's punch", dozens of moves in a row, the four of them couldn't do anything to Xiao Ziyu, but they were indeed injured by Xiao Ziyu's sword qi.

One by one, the monks' robes all over their bodies became tattered.

Seeing that this was not going to work, the leading monk suddenly gritted his teeth, and suddenly his arms swelled suddenly, and his whole body exuded majestic energy.

"I want to fight hard", Xiao Ziyu saw this, his face immediately became solemn, and the internal force of the dantian suddenly gathered with his left hand.

"Boom!"