Wang Chongyang, who is the first in the world in martial arts, has ascended to heaven!

This news, like a bomb, spread throughout the entire martial arts, and everyone was shocked.

Wang Chongyang was prosperous in the Spring and Autumn Period, and his internal strength was profound, according to reason, he should not have passed away so early.

Many martial arts people, hearing the news, can only sigh, life is impermanent.

Hong Jin heard the news in the tavern, and without saying a word, he immediately rushed towards Zhongnan Mountain.

In his mind, when parting, Wang Chongyang's words full of murderous intent must make Ouyang Feng pay the price of blood.

Rushing to Zhongnan Mountain, Hong Jin found a lot of martial arts people, who came in droves, all of whom came to offer condolences and send Wang Chongyang the last ride.

People along the way talked a lot, talking about Wang Chongyang, they were full of respect and regretted the loss of this generation of grandmasters.

The top and bottom of Chongyang Palace are in a state of grief, Wang Chongyang is like Optimus Prime in the Quanzhen Sect, and now it suddenly collapses, how can it not make everyone panic.

Hong Jin did not go to mourn, because he couldn't figure out whether Wang Chongyang was really dead or faked.

The rain falls.

The whole world is shrouded in an autumn rain, dripping and dripping, and the next one does not stop, which makes people infinitely sad.

As soon as the night fell, Hong Jin sneaked into the Chongyang Palace, and his figure looked extremely light in the night.

In the Chongyang Palace, it is heavily guarded.

Hong Jin was cautious all the way, slowly bypassing the Taoist on duty, and went straight to the west hall where Wang Chongyang's coffin was located.

In the west hall, the white ash is lit, it is solemn, and the atmosphere is particularly heavy and depressing.

Wang Chongyang's coffin stopped in the middle of the main hall, and the people who guarded the spirit were Zhou Botong, Ma Yu, and Qiu Chuji.

The sound of rain hitting plantains outside the window made the house even more desolate.

Zhou Botong's face showed a rare seriousness, and his eyes were still red.

Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji sat cross-legged on the ground, their expressions looking extremely sad.

"Alas, senior brother, I said that women are a curse, but you don't believe it. No, as soon as that woman died, you died. Now, can you believe me......"

Zhou Botong sat in front of Wang Chongyang's coffin, and said without a word, it was all about Wang Chongyang and his past in the past.

Zhou Botong talked about his poor family in the old days, being bitten by dogs, being chased and beaten, and talking about how his senior brother loved him in every way, and how he worked hard to train him from a little beggar to a martial arts master.

Speaking of emotion, Zhou Botong couldn't help crying, crying like a helpless child.

Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji sat like stone statues, they were silent, and every bit in their minds was the sound and smile of the master in the past.

As Wang Chongyang's chief disciple and his most proud disciple, Wang Chongyang spent a lot of effort on the two of them.

Occasionally, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji glanced at each other, nodding silently, they secretly swore in their hearts that they must carry forward the Quanzhen Sect, so that they can be worthy of the spirit of their teacher in the sky.

"Ha Luha, Wang Chongyang died well, died well!" Suddenly, a strange laugh came, and the laughter was like a broken cymbal, which was extremely ugly.

As soon as the words fell, the two figures landed quickly, and Hong Jin couldn't help but be stunned, in addition to Ouyang Feng, there was also a Wan Yanhao.

"Ouyang Feng, you bastard, you still dare to come?"

Zhou Botong stood up suddenly, and there was anger flashing in his eyes.

"Of course I dare to come. As soon as Wang Chongyang dies, who else in the world can be my opponent? I can go wherever I want, who can help me?" Ouyang Feng said triumphantly.

Zhou Botong was furious, considering that this was the senior brother's mourning hall, so he couldn't help but not do it on the spot.

"Hand over the Nine Yin True Scripture, and it's just that. Otherwise, I will set fire to Chongyang Palace. Hang Wang Chongyang's body on the flagpole to show the public, I want him to be in peace after death......" Ouyang Feng's face was hideous, and his words were vicious.

Ouyang Feng has been thinking about how to get the Nine Yin True Scripture these days, and when he heard that Wang Chongyang had died suddenly, he was ecstatic and immediately invited Yan Hao to come.

"The Nine Yin True Scripture has long been destroyed, and no matter how much you try, it's just in vain. Ma Yu shouted angrily.

Wang Chongyang's death is inseparable from Ouyang Feng's killing of Lin Chaoying, so the entire Quanzhen Sect regards Ouyang Feng as a great enemy of life and death.

"Ruined, liar, why are you so nervous?" Ouyang Feng sneered, and suddenly shouted at Wan Yanhao: "Do it." ”

Laugh at!

The green bamboo cane in Wan Yanhao's hand crossed a green wave mark, like lightning, and directly hit the seven big points on Zhou Botong's upper body.

"Do you want to fight? Zhou Botong had too much anger in his heart, and with a slam punch, he swung out.

Seeing that Zhou Botong actually swung his fist and took it hard, Wan Yanhao showed a sinister smile on his face, and the green bamboo cane mixed with his internal strength was sharper than the sword, and he couldn't catch it with his fist.

Syllable!

Zhou Botong's Kongming fist collided with Wan Yanhao's green bamboo cane, both of them were feminine and feminine, and they were actually opponents of skill.

Wan Yanhao's green bamboo cane made a squeaky sound, if it weren't for its extremely hard texture, I was afraid that it would be broken by Zhou Botong's punch.

But Zhou Botong's fist was also poked fiercely, as if a hole had been opened, and he sneered outward.

This time, neither of them dared to be careless, and looked at their opponents one after another, looking much more cautious.

Ouyang Feng saw that he was sure in his heart, he calculated that the Nine Yin True Scripture must be hidden in Wang Chongyang's coffin, so he laughed strangely and strode towards the coffin.

"Hugh has to destroy my master's coffin?" Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji were stunned, and they rushed forward one after another.

Because it was during the wake period, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji did not bring weapons, but the wind and thunder palm technique of the Quanzhen School is also famous in the world, and the two of them struck out with the sound of wind and thunder.

Ouyang Feng naturally refused to talk to Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, he stretched out his arms and violently pushed out two true qi.

It was like a gust of wind on the ground, and Ouyang Feng's palm power was much stronger than that of Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu.

Boom!

Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji immediately collided and flew out, and the castration was even more urgent than the castration.

Syllable!

Ma Yu hit the window lattice, directly smashed the window lattice into pieces, and the whole person flew into the courtyard.

The mound crashed into the wall, only to cause the entire west hall to shake, and the mud and dust fell like rain.

"I'm fighting with you. ”

Qiu Chuji roared, turned his body vertically, and rushed towards Ouyang Feng desperately.

"You're not qualified!" Ouyang Feng sneered, punched him from afar, and hit him.

Qiu Chuji's body didn't hit Ouyang Feng's side at all, as if he had been hit hard, he fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Ouyang Feng's eyes were slightly surprised, Qiu's kung fu and ability to resist blows were slightly unexpected to him.

"Wang Chongyang, hand over the Nine Yin True Scripture. Ouyang Feng smiled fiercely: "Otherwise, even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go." ”

Call!

Ouyang Feng slammed out his palm, and saw the huge coffin lid, swish, and flew out.

Clang!

The lid of the coffin fell to the ground with a metallic sound, and it turned out to be cast in bronze.

"Grandma's, the coffin used is really superior!" Ouyang Feng said scoldingly, and stepped forward suddenly, just wanted to see if there was a Nine Yin True Scripture in the coffin?

Call!

Wang Chongyang suddenly jumped up from the coffin, and with a volley in the air, an extremely strong qi arrow pointed towards Ouyang Feng's eyebrows.

Innate true qi!

The moment Wang Chongyang got up, Ouyang Feng felt a mortal danger.

It was this unusual vigilance that saved Ouyang Feng's life, and he turned around with his thoughts and retreated backwards.

Laugh at!

In Ouyang Feng's eyebrows, a bloody arrow suddenly shot out, and it was just a little bit close, Wang Chongyang's blow could pierce his head.

"Ahh

Ouyang Feng screamed miserably, and hurriedly stretched out his finger to point at a few acupoints in the center of his eyebrows, and rushed out lifelessly.

Wan Yanhao saw that something was wrong, and shook the green bamboo cane suddenly, and a sharp energy stabbed towards Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong saw that Yan Hao's moves were too aggressive, so he had no choice but to let him make a move, so as not to lose both.

Wan Yanhao just used a false trick, his whole person was like a raccoon, and he turned out of the window directly.

Ouyang Feng panicked, slammed a wooden door blocking his way, and desperately escaped from the city.

While he was running, Ouyang Feng suddenly felt a great danger, and without thinking about it, he struck out with one palm.

Syllable!

The two palms collided directly together, and Ouyang Feng's palm was almost broken on the spot, and he was stunned for a moment, but saw Hong Jin's angry face.

As soon as he saw that it was Hong Jin, Ouyang Feng didn't dare to stay at all, he used a thousand miles of light skills and escaped without his life.

In just a few vertical leaps, Ouyang Feng disappeared, he turned into a frightened bird, and he didn't dare to turn his head back.

Tan Chuduan and others rushed over one after another, and when they saw this situation, they couldn't help but be surprised and happy.

"Master!"

The seven sons of Quanzhen all gathered around Wang Chongyang, and their faces were full of surprise and admiration.

Qiu Chuji was originally seriously injured, but he swallowed a pill and survived.

"Senior brother, you didn't die, what kind of fame is this?"

Zhou Botong was stunned and said with great joy.

Hong Jin walked in quietly, he stood not far behind the Quan Zhen Seven Sons, looking very quiet.

"Although I didn't die this time, I am not far from death. Wang Chongyang said weakly: "I originally wanted to set a trap and kill Ouyang Feng, but unfortunately it fell short." It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Wang Chongyang said two pity, and even coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and anyone could see that his situation was really not good.

"I have Shaolin's Xiao Huan Dan here, specializing in internal injuries, Wang Zhenren will take one, right?" Hong Jin said suddenly, handing over the pill.

Qiu Chuji's eyes lit up: "Master, Shaolin's Xiao Huandan, the most effective treatment of internal injuries, you take it quickly." ”

"Although the elixir is good, it is difficult to cure the mortal disease. Wang Chongyang said: "My vitality is extinct, even if there is a Da Luo Elixir, it can't save me." ”

Hong Jin stared at Wang Chongyang for a while, and then suddenly realized that he was determined to beg for death, and he wanted to die to be martyred.

"Wang Zhenren, don't you forget, Ouyang Feng is still at large?" Hong Jin said suddenly, he wanted to use the idea of revenge to dispel Wang Chongyang's idea of seeking death.

"Alas, if he failed to kill Ouyang Feng this time, he should not die. Wang Chongyang let out a long sigh: "Just let everything go naturally." Ouyang Feng has done a lot of evil, and sooner or later there will be retribution. ”

Looking at Wang Chongyang's eyes, Hong Jin suddenly understood that this was actually a very infatuated man.

The meaning of Wang Chongyang's words is obvious, no matter how much Ouyang Feng kills, he can't save a single Lin Chaoying.

Since you can't be with you in the world, let me follow you, this is Wang Chongyang's heart.

The voice of an infatuated man.