Whew-

In the distance, the wind blows, and the mountains and forests whine.

The surging thin clouds obscured the moon, and the whole wilderness suddenly became much darker.

Just like Monk Huiming's face at this time.

"Shhh

beside Su Heng.

Shi Qiuyu silently clenched the long sword in his hand, and the second elder Hong Cheng was flushed, his whole body was trembling, and his face was excited mixed with fear.

In the distance, those Medicine King Valley disciples and elders who had ended the battle also noticed the strangeness on the battlefield.

"Grandmaster—"

An exaggerated thought came to everyone's minds.

Without any orders, they automatically retreated, flowing out of an open field as a battlefield.

so as not to be affected by the subsequent battles.

"Valley Lord!"

Hong Cheng opened his mouth with some eagerness.

He didn't think that a young man like Su Heng would succumb to the oppression of the Grandmaster.

But what he didn't expect was that this young valley master would use such a direct and fierce way to confront.

This made Hong Cheng feel extremely excited, as if he had returned to his youthful years many years ago, lawlessness, and it seemed that even those so-called grandmasters were no longer a symbol worthy of awe.

"No need."

Su Heng's face was solemn and he spoke softly.

Hong Cheng's strength is not weak, but it is not enough to intervene in a battle at the level of a grandmaster.

"I-" Hong Cheng was about to say something more, but he felt someone gently tat him on the shoulder.

Under the moonlight.

Shi Qiuyu glanced at the elder.

Hong Cheng sighed after all, and the two of them withdrew from Su Heng's side together.

After passing a distance of several hundred meters, he stopped, looking at the battlefield that had been reduced to ruins from a long distance.

"You're right."

in the sky.

Huiming still looks like he has white hair and white eyebrows.

But his eyes were pitch black and dark, like two rounds of soul-devouring abyss, exuding an incomparably cold and terrifying aura, and he no longer had the kind and friendly feeling he had before.

He clasped his hands together, and his slightly hoarse voice slowly came from the air with the strong wind, "But have you ever thought about what price you will pay after making such a choice?" ”

"Huh."

Su Heng exerted his arms and raised the black on his body casually.

Revealing a sturdy body underneath in a power suit.

"Of course I did, but I don't think it's unaffordable." ”

"Very good—"

Hui Ming said no more.

The momentum on his body became more and more terrifying, and his eyes were filled with a pitch-black mist.

With Huiming as the center, the mist swept quickly in all directions, like waves crashing on a reef, obscuring the moonlight for an instant. What's even more terrifying is that in the boundless black mist, a huge demon phantom with blue faces and fangs slowly emerged from behind Hui Ming.

"The White Bone Buddha is not on the right path."

Bah!

Su Heng spat out.

The ground under his feet exploded, and there were no bells and whistles, just a simple punch towards Huiming.

The first stage of the cultivation of the Cave Xuan Sutra is to build the foundation, and the first thing to achieve in building the foundation is the unity of the three essences, qi and spirit. This can be used in cultivation to forge the supreme foundation. It can also be used in boxing, opening and closing, invincible, and who else can I be.

Bang!

Su Heng's momentum is rising.

He has not yet existed in the gods, but with the bonuses brought by the Cave Xuan Sutra and the Heaven-Chasing Formula.

It can also be exempted from the terrifying spiritual impact caused by the grandmaster's existence for a period of time, and this is also where Su Heng's confidence lies in the fight between the grandmaster and the grandmaster now.

Bang!

First, there was the terrible sound of explosions.

Immediately afterward, from the center of the collision of the two forces of hedging.

The terrifying wind carried the dust and gravel, turning into a tsunami-like black sandstorm, spreading outward in circles.

All the buildings along the way are like clay sculptures on the beach at high tide, silently breaking and disintegrating until they disappear completely in a hurricane.

"Is this the battle of the Grandmaster Realm!?"

At a greater distance.

Hong Cheng's jujube-red face was full of shock, and Shi Qiuyu's always calm and cold face also had a little surprise on it.

Before the battle had even begun, they had tried to overestimate the destructive power that the two Grandmasters would cause. But after the actual battle broke out completely, I found that even if I had retreated more than 100 meters from the center of the battlefield, it was still not enough.

The furious force enveloped the fine sand and turned into a raging hurricane, which rushed into the face in an instant.

Sting!

The wide kaftan was torn.

Sharp stones cut through the skin on his cheeks and palms, leaving blood-red scars.

The terrifying and muddy whistling sound filled the ears like icy seawater, and it lasted for dozens of seconds before the dissipated hearing recondensed.

"Whew!"

Hong Cheng gasped and lowered his arms.

He raised his head and saw that Su Heng's upper body was in tatters, and his bronzed body was bathed in the cold moonlight, like a god descending from heaven.

And up the white beam, you can see the thin clouds on the sky dome being torn apart, revealing a huge gap with a diameter of more than 100 meters, surrounded by clouds tumbling back and forth, and bright moonlight spilling from it like a pillar.

……

Bang!

Yunzhou Mansion, Long'an District.

In a tavern, the atmosphere was lively, full of warriors in strong suits and brokers passing by.

On a yellow wooden table in the middle of the tavern.

A storyteller in an earthy yellow horse coat and a small black hat slammed the startling wood in his hand on the case in front of him, making a crisp sound.

In a flash.

The originally noisy tavern was a sustenance.

Everyone here has set their eyes on the middle-aged storyteller in a yellow coat.

Faced with such a scene, the storyteller does not feel afraid of stage fright. Just shook his head and shook his head, while playing allegro, he said in a tone with a strong sense of rhythm in a modulated tone:

"Say, that day.

The great elder of the cult who kills people without blinking an eye and eats people's hearts 300 times a day gathers Chao Hongge summoned Chifeng Village, Hanging Temple, Pure Yang Temple, and even foreign martial arts forces and imperial court eagle dogs to gather in a ruined temple and set up a poisonous plan, wanting to kill Su Heng, the valley master of the Medicine King Valley! ”

"I didn't think about it!

In an instant, there was a roar!

Between the lightning and thunder, Su Heng descended from the sky, and slapped it with one palm, as if five mountains fell from the sky.

It was a world of earth cracking, the sea rotting—"

The storyteller pulled his throat, and under the emotion, his face turned red, and the raindrop-like spit spewed out two or three meters away.

"That Chao Hongge is also a generation of cult bosses, which makes people frightened, but they can stop children crying at night, but they were frightened by Su Heng Hengxia on the spot because of the feces and urine, and his tremors trembled, so he could only kneel on the ground and kowtow and beg for mercy."

"And the martial arts people who can be favored by Chao Hongge are naturally rare peerless masters.

But in front of this mysterious Medicine King Valley Lord, he was just a united enemy, and after a few fights, they all died on the spot! ”

"Since then—

The martial arts of Yunzhou Mansion have finally been unified, and we, the people of Qianshou, can also live a stable life. ”

"You obviously received black money from the Medicine King Valley."

Before the storyteller could finish his words, a strong man with a black face in the corner slapped the table in indignation and made a loud noise.

He staggered up from his chair and nearly toppled the table.

"That Medicine King Valley Lord, insatiable, cruel to Zhongliang, for the sake of martial arts, how did you become a hero of righteousness in your mouth?" The black-faced man stretched out his hand and pointed at the storyteller, and said angrily.

The storyteller was not afraid to see this.

He spread out his hand and said with an innocent expression, "This Moon Worship Cult is so vicious, and the big guys know it. And the Su Valley Lord, who completely uprooted the Moon Worship Cult of one side of the disaster from the Yunzhou Martial Arts, is not a hero of the world. ”

"I have heard that the Moon Worship Cult has been operating in Yunzhou Mansion for a hundred years and is deeply rooted, and there are still some members of the same party who have not been completely uprooted."

A smile appeared on the corner of the storyteller's mouth, and he asked with ill intentions, "This hero is so hostile to the Medicine King Valley, could it be that he is a fellow party of the Moon Worship Cult?" ”

"You!"

The black-faced strong man was furious when he heard this.

I wanted to say something more, but my voice was drowned out by the chatter of the people around me in an instant.

"Although there are exaggerations and untruths in the storyteller's words, but if he can eliminate the Moon Worship Cult and revive the rivers and lakes of Yunzhou, this young Medicine King Valley Lord is definitely a generation of heroes."

"Yes, yes, the Medicine King Valley is now dominating the Yunzhou martial arts, which is really enviable."

"It should be the same when you have a child!"

The black-faced man clenched his fists and looked angrily at the storyteller.

He wanted to say something more, but was forcibly stopped by two companions beside him. The group settled the accounts and hurried out of the messy tavern.

in the corner.

Two young men and women dressed as chivalrous men took their eyes off the black-faced men.

These two people, the man's name is Baizhu, dressed in white, with a handsome and soft face, his eyes are always slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth have a smile like nothing, giving a pretty good first impression and very affinity.

The woman's name is Hongyi.

Dressed in tight-fitting black, he carried two throwing knives on his slender waist.

The facial features are delicate and soft, the corners of the eyes are crimson, and the beautiful figure is uneven, even if you are sitting in the corner, it attracts the eyes of many people.

"We're out on a mission, and you're not so good at dressing up."

Baizhu picked up a cup of hot tea on the table.

I didn't see him speak.

But the sound came to Hongyi's ears through the way of strength.

"Don't worry."

Honglu chuckled, and replied in the same way, "We are the Heavenly Canopy Banner. Walking outside, what is represented is the face of the court. If Su Heng cooperates, he can spare his life for the time being, and if he refuses to cooperate, he can kill him. ”

"Don't underestimate these warriors."

Baizhu drank all the tea in the cup, and said with a smile, "Duan Jian died in the hands of this person. ”

"It's just a piece of waste."

Hearing this, Hongyu sneered, "What does this mean?" ”

"What's more, that person and the Hanging Temple's Grandmaster Huiming have fought against each other, and there is no winner or loser." Baizhu continued to speak.

Hear this.

The expression on Hong's face finally became a little solemn.

However, she still refused to give in, and said stiffly, "Within the same realm, except for those freaks of the Golden Family, I am not afraid of anyone. What's more, the enemy is in the open, and we are waiting in the dark, poisoning, beauty, and coercion with family members - there are too many ways to deal with him. ”

"That's fine."

When I saw my companion's expression.

Baizhu sighed imperceptibly, diverted the topic, and continued, "How is the progress of the Bloody Guard? ”

"Not so good."

Hongyi frowned slightly, and said with a gloomy expression: "Chao Hongge, that waste, was killed not long after he was raised, causing so many efforts in the early stage to fall short. And now, the martial arts of Yunzhou Mansion have been strongly suppressed by the Medicine King Valley, and they are no longer as chaotic as before, and if they want to create bloody clothes on a large scale, they will inevitably be noticed and cause chaos..."

The bloody guards in the mouths of the two.

In fact, it is a bloody corpse.

These bloody corpses are not afraid of pain, death, invulnerability, tenacious vitality, and absolutely obedient to command.

As long as there are enough of them, they are the most elite and high-quality troops for the generals of the Great Moon Dynasty. The only obstacle is that the way the Bloodcoat Guard is made is too cruel and requires a large number of martial artists.

And now.

With the increasing chaos in Haozhou, Ningzhou, Yunzhou and other places.

The current situation is as uncontrollable as a wild horse, and those generals who are stationed on one side have also ignored the ban on human ethics and began to make bloody guards on a large scale to stabilize their rule.

The population of tens of thousands of people in Dayue is divided into four categories: the Yue people, the Southern Barbarians, the Han people, and the North people.

For those moon nobles.

Except for a very small number of moon people, the remaining third-class people are actually slaves and animals.

Acting as a local magistrate or an imperial magnate to do a cult may seem cruel, but it does not have any psychological burden for these people.

And special organizations such as Keel, Tianmu, and Huangquan also came into being in this situation.

"Is that so?"

Baizhu seemed to have thought of something, and on his fair and handsome face, his brows were twisted vigorously.

"Did something happen?" Honglu silently put down the teacup in his hand, supported his head with the palm of his hand, and looked Baizhu's face up and down, "Since we met, you have rarely shown such a look on your face. ”

"I recently heard the news that Lord Zhao may come to Yunzhou in person after a while."

The organizational structure of the canopy, from top to bottom.

It is divided into five levels: flag owner, general flag, main flag, deputy flag, and miscellaneous service.

And the banner master is a well-deserved behind-the-scenes controller in the Tianmu organization, and every banner master has the strength of a grandmaster or above. The power of the sky is unpredictable, even if it is a general flag like Hongzhi Baizhu, when talking about the flag owner, it is inevitable to feel a wave of awe and fear.

"It's going to be hard."

Honglu frowned and said, "If Lord Zhao Qi really came here for the Bloody Guard, I'm afraid that our current progress will be difficult to make a difference." ”

"Then find a way to speed up the progress."

Baizhu's face turned cold, and he said, "If you really can't do it, you can only find a way to start with the Medicine King Valley."

Now the Medicine King Valley is in the limelight, absorbing a large number of martial artists. Anyway, it will be a scourge for these Jianghu people to stay sooner or later, and entering the Blood Clothes Guard for the use of the imperial court can be regarded as making some contributions. ”

"Just what I want." The corners of Hong's mouth hooked a smile, and the lips became more and more bright red like blood.

Thank you for your monthly pass support, I looked at the backstage today and received more than 10 monthly passes, and for the first time in my life, I was moved to tears!

(End of chapter)