There were some whip marks on her body, and in her torn clothes, a little fresh red scar on her skin could be faintly seen, and there were some blood stains that had not long coagulated. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The woman with her body tied to a cross stake in the shape of a cross has her head bowed, as if she has fainted.

She looked so weak that she couldn't even lift her sword. At this moment, he is tied to a wooden stake, and he is even more dying, which makes people feel a little sympathetic when they look at it.

This result was unexpected, and the crowd was suddenly shocked and lost their hustle and bustle.

Even the martial arts leaders who were referees were surprised, and they didn't say a word with their faces strained.

In the quiet arena, people suddenly heard the phrase "Do you have any evidence?", like a pebble thrown into the calm center of the lake, and the ripples swung out in a circle.

The voices of doubt spread in circles, and some people in the crowd even began to ridicule the Wudang faction's desire to seek fame, and they actually found a weak girl to pretend to be a nether swordsman.

None of the men present wanted to believe that the famous killer was actually a woman, and they all stood up to question Wudang.

Bai Qian glanced at the Wudang people standing on the side.

The head of Wudang is a tall and sturdy man, who looks like he is not confused, with a beautiful long beard, carrying Wudang's iconic long sword, and is leisurely raising his hand to play with his long beard at this moment.

The expression is so neat, and I can't see a trace of panic.

Lu Qian pressed his hand to the audience to signal everyone to be quiet, and then turned his head to Zhang Zhen, the head of the Wudang faction, and said, "Master Zhang, how did you determine the identity of this Nether Swordsman?"

The alliance leader naturally needs to speak for Wulin, and he can't seem to be very casual.

Hearing the question of the leader of the martial arts alliance, Zhang Zhen's attitude became more serious. He took a step forward, bowed his hand, and said, "Lord Lu League, don't you also suspect that my Wudang Sect has framed a little girl?"

Lu Qianpi said with a smile: "Wudang has always been a famous family in the martial arts, so naturally he will not arbitrarily frame a little girl, Zhang is a person, and I Lu can also be trusted, but I have to give everyone an explanation, otherwise I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public." ”

Lu Qian knew that Zhang Zhen just needed someone to cooperate with him and give him a step to let him go up the trend, so he gave him this step.

Zhang Zhen continued to raise his hand and stroked his beard, and then said slowly: "We Wudang people have always done things above board, and there is naturally evidence for arresting this woman." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced behind him, and a young man in his early twenties in the line behind him pulled out a short sword.

Zhang Zhen took the sword and glanced at the crowd.

The dagger looked unremarkable, and its appearance was the type that any blacksmith could buy.

Everyone looked incredulously expecting him to continue, wondering what was so special about the dagger.

The Wudang Sect man behind Zhang Zhen also stepped forward, stood in a opposite posture with their leader, and then drew his sword.

I saw Zhang Zhen take out the short sword, and after a few brushes, his apprentice's sword was broken into several pieces.

This short sword sharpens iron like clay, and it is indeed very powerful.

But that wasn't enough to prove that the woman was a Nether Swordsman, and the crowd was soon drowned out with doubts.

The girl tied to the stake was still sleeping deeply, without the slightest intention of waking up, her head drooping, she couldn't see the slightest momentum, and her eyebrows and eyes were also hidden in a shadow, and she couldn't see it really.

The people were afraid of the Nether Swordsman, but the man in front of him who was accused of being the murderer did not have that terrifying aura at all.

Zhang Zhen didn't mess around, gently stroked the sword body, and continued: "I think everyone knows that the sword of the Netherworld Swordsman has one of the most typical characteristics, that is, there is a special poison on his sword, and this poison will attack when it is stained with blood. Any wound made by his sword would continue to bleed. ”

On this point, it has indeed been circulated on the rivers and lakes for a long time. It is rumored that his sword was bloodthirsty at first, and would drink the blood of his victims. Later, after being processed by countless people, he became a bloodthirsty swordsman himself, and he had to drink at least three meals of blood every day.

With false rumors, the Nether Swordsman was almost rumored to be neither a demon nor a ghost, which shows that the power of gossip is more powerful than a sword that kills.

There were a total of eleven people on the judging platform, in addition to the alliance leader Lu Qian, there were also ten judges, who were only responsible for judging the scores during the competition, and now they were temporarily appointed as judges because of the needs of the situation.

Zhang Zhen whetted everyone's appetite, and the expression on his face gradually became a little proud.

He continued, "Now I need a warrior to show me the power of the poison on this sword. ”

The crowd looked left and right, and fell into a deathly silence again.

After all, it's a very simple matter to question twice, and no one really wants to give up their lives for the sake of a quick tongue. Even if the people who had been skeptical before still didn't believe that the woman was a real Nether Swordsman, they didn't dare to risk their lives to try it easily.

But Zhang Zhen began to be unrelenting, he pointed to the ground, launched light skills, grabbed the first person who had taken the lead in suspicion from the crowd, and quickly returned to his previous position with him.

He shot quickly, and before most people understood what was going on, they saw that there was an extra person in front of Wudang's camp.

It was an Oriental samurai, and no one asked for his name.

Walking the rivers and lakes alone, there is no backstage and no backing, to put it bluntly, it is the type that is hacked to death and no one necessarily pays attention to it, and it is easy to bully.

Zhang Zhen just took a fancy to this, besides, who told him to be the first to speak out to question the authority of Wudang when everyone dared not doubt it. As the head of Wudang, Zhang Zhen thought about it, in order to maintain the reputation of Wudang, this person is not wronged even if he dies.

He seemed to be a little confused about the situation, and he didn't think as far-reaching as an old Jianghu like Zhang Zhen.

He admired the reputation of the Nether Swordsman and regarded him as a very powerful warrior, so he was disappointed when he saw the woman, and was the first to speak out in question.

He has been in China for many years, and he has been constantly looking for the best heroes in China to compete and learn. The Nether Swordsman was naturally one of his unsearchable targets.

The Oriental samurai was already proficient in Chinese, and after hearing Zhang Zhen ask him if he had the courage to test his sword, he agreed without even thinking about it.

When Zhang Zhen slashed at him with a short sword, he also subconsciously pulled out his knife to block it.

He would have blocked it, if it weren't for the sharpness of the sword. Then he could only watch his katana break in two, and the expression on his face was full of disbelief.

After the short sword opened an extremely thin wound on his wrist, it was taken back by Zhang Zhen.

Zhang Zhen didn't make any killing moves, but just made a cut, and blood overflowed along the incision in the skin, which contrasted with the white clothes of the Oriental samurai, which was very eye-catching.

Zhang Zhen asked him, "Does it hurt?"

The Toyo samurai shook his head.

So Zhang Zhen turned around and asked the crowd, asking who had the best gold sore medicine.

The Shaolin elder stood up and gave Zhang Zhen a bottle of raw muscle powder.

Zhang Zhen took the medicine bottle and grabbed the hand of the Oriental samurai to give him medicine, he applied the medicine very carefully, and tore off a piece of gauze to bandage him.

Unfortunately, none of this worked, and soon blood soaked through the gauze, staining his sleeves red, and falling down his fingertips to the ground.

Zhang Zhen continued his speech, they didn't know what the poison was called, only that once it came into contact, the bleeding would not stop, and it would not hurt.

The blood of the Oriental samurai began to turn pale.

Bai Qian saw that many people's faces had turned iron-blue, and Lu Qian was no exception, his brows were pressed down, and his eyelids were slowly full of hatred.

That sword must have evoked some terrifying memory.