Three hundred years ago, Wu Wuji, the ancestor of Wu Wuwu, turned to the world with an evil sword, and was finally defeated in the hands of Yun Dingtian, who was holding anger to ward off evil spirits. And after this Yun Dingtian defeated Wu Wuji, he fought his divine weapon Fury against evil and evil swords, and finally turned into pieces and pasted on the evil sword, forming the current Great Evil King.

"The ancestors of my family have ancestral teachings handed down, and all my martial arts disciples must fight with those who hold the great evil king. Evil Emperor, I hope you don't stop me when the time comes, otherwise..."

"No!" Zhu Kunming held the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword in his hand, and the Seven-Star Sword was immediately unsheathed by an inch, revealing its edge.

"The dragon slaying is imminent, I don't care what ancestral training your martial arts family has, and I don't care about the grievances and grievances between you. Before the battle of the dragon slayer subsides, no one can take action in vain, otherwise they will not be able to get along with my evil emperor! The seven-star sword in Zhu Kunming's hand was raised, and he said in a deep voice to Wu Wushu and everyone present.

"Okay, no matter whether I succeed or fail after the battle of slaying the dragon, I will fight with the person who holds the Great Evil King and wash away the shame of the defeat of my ancestor Wu Wudu!" Listening to Zhu Kunming's words, Wu Wushu nodded, and said in a way that advanced and retreated.

"Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, you two traitors who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors! After the Dragon Slayer, it's time for us to have an end! Listening to Wu Wu's words, Xiongba took the Huolin Sword and looked at the two of them.

"Wu is invincible, I was defeated by you that day, and I will be ashamed after slaying the dragon!" Xu Fu held an ice sword in his hand, pointing at Wu Invincible from afar.

"Xiongba, my peerless city was wiped out by you overnight. After the battle of the dragon slayer, let's fight it too! The Sword Master's hands brushed over the Peerless Sword, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face.

"Xu Fu, or should I call you Emperor Shakti! What I lost namelessly, I will definitely get back. After the battle of the dragon slayer, I will use this heroic sword to share life and death with you! Nameless pushed away Xiao Xiao's support, and the original battle intent of the twilight West Mountain became like the sky again.

"Evil Emperor, I will go all out in the battle of slaying the dragon, but after slaying the dragon, our kindness will be written off, and all that remains is great hatred!" When everyone present declared war one after another, Bu Jingyun licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and also told Zhu Kunming his purpose.

Everyone present declared war one after another, but Zhu Kunming's face showed a hint of ridicule.

"Don't be carried away by the will of war, you want to fight with me like a mantis arm blocking the car....." Zhu Kunming looked at Bu Jingyun with a smile, and Bu Jingyun also looked at Zhu Kunming calmly, without the slightest flinch in his eyes.

"My brother and I are like brothers, and if my brother wins, I will let him spare your life. If my brother is defeated, I will take him away at the cost of my life! ”

Without a single superfluous word, after Bu Jingyun declared war on Zhu Kunming, Nie Feng stood behind Bu Jingyun, and his tone did not fluctuate from beginning to end.

"Senior brother, ..... you" Bu Jingyun looked at Nie Feng, in fact, although he fought to the sky, even he himself never thought that he could defeat this unfathomable evil emperor.

"Senior brother!" Nie Feng looked at Bu Jingyun seriously, then stretched out his fist and hammered Bu Jingyun's chest, and said with a smile; "Senior brother, I know you in this life, I Nie Feng don't regret it!"

"There are junior disciples like you!" Looking at Nie Feng's determined face, Bu Jingyun nodded heavily, and then smiled; "I've been in this life, it's worth ....."

In this way, with their respective oaths, Nameless looked at Xu Fu, Xu Fu looked at Wu Wuving, Sword Saint stared at Xiongba, Xiongba glared at Fengyun angrily, Fengyun stared at Zhu Kunming, and Wu Wushu kept ** the Heavenly Dao Battle Box. And beside everyone, there were the worried looks of Xiao Xiao and Second Dream, and the smile on Zhu Kunming's face.

For the war life, for the war death, wind and clouds, wind and clouds. I'm in it, do you want to come..... In the world of wind and clouds, Shaolin Wudang has been closed for many years. And today, a man dressed as a swordsman stood under the gate of the Shaolin Temple again.

The Sword Emperor stood in front of the temple gate in Shaolin, and his eyes were filled with the dilapidated gate and the cobwebs on the mahogany door.

"Knock knock knock....." The Sword Emperor stretched out his hand and slapped heavily on the door, making a dull sound.

"Crunch ....." The Sword Emperor kept knocking for a while before the gate of Shaolin Temple was opened. First of all, a bald little monk poked his head out of the crack in the door.

"This benefactor, my Shaolin has closed the mountain for a hundred years, and I don't see outsiders!" The little monk folded his hands and bowed to the Sword Emperor.

"Get the Great Evil King, I'll turn around and leave!" The Sword Emperor glanced at the little monk, and then pushed open the door under the opposition of the little monk, and walked in without saying a word.

"Donor, donor!" The little monk hurriedly followed, but the Sword Emperor ignored it and walked towards the main hall.

The brick-paved ground is pitted, the brick joints are overgrown with weeds, and the houses inside the temple are in ruins. Everything shows the decline of this thousand-year-old temple.

"Amitabha, the old Shaolin abbot Shi Yongxin, I have seen the donor!" An old monk in the main hall walked out lightly, and after a little glance at the Queen of the Sword, he saluted.

"You are the abbot of Shaolin! Where's your martial arts! Looking at the old monk in front of him, the Sword Emperor frowned, because this monk was dressed in a monk's uniform and looked like he had no martial arts at all.

"Amitabha, the old man is practicing Buddhism, not martial arts!" The old monk smiled compassionately, as if the Shaolin Temple really wanted to practice Buddhism!

No, what does Shaolin Temple do if it doesn't practice Buddhism!

It's not right, only practicing Buddhism in the rivers and lakes is inevitable, but it is inevitable that swords and soldiers will be added!

"Monk, I won't talk nonsense with you, hand over the Great Evil King and I'll turn around and leave!" The Sword Emperor, who thought about it for a while, was relieved of the doubts in his heart, and said in a deep voice to the old monk.

"Amitabha, the old man doesn't know what the donor is talking about!" The smile on the old monk's face remained unchanged, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

"I don't know! Toast without eating and eating penalty wine! The Sword Emperor snorted coldly, and the Zhengming knife in his hand swung out, cutting the little monk beside him into two pieces.

"Amitabha!"

Blood splashed on the old monk's face, and the old monk gently closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name, not changing the calm color on his face.

"Do you know now?" The Sword Emperor put the Zhengming knife in his hand on the old monk's neck and asked word by word.

"Monks don't speak!" The old monk still shook his head, not wanting to say a word.

"Who dares to come to Shaolin to make trouble!"

"Quick, protect the abbot!"

With the stalemate between the two, dozens of Shaolin warrior monks armed with monk sticks rushed out from all directions, tightly surrounding the Sword Emperor in the middle.

"Stand down.....," the Shaolin abbot glanced at the monks beside him and said in a deep voice.

"Abbot!" Dozens of monks were puzzled and did not understand what the abbot meant.

"Stand down.....," the abbot snorted as he watched the monk unmoved, and waved his sleeves behind him.

"This!" The warrior monks looked at the blood stains on the ground, and then at the smiling Sword Emperor, and they didn't worry that the abbot was with this person.

(End of chapter)