Omnipresent God of War: Two Hundred and Twenty-Three Tentative Part 1 (Leader of Xie Qingning’s Son)

In March, the spring breeze blows the willows.

Xuanjing area, in Fushan County, was supposed to be a peaceful and peaceful place.

At this time, a large number of people are fighting to death on the street.

On one side, there are officials in the official costumes, and on the other side is a small number of gray-clothed and blue belts.

On these gray-clothed and blue belts, all of them have rusted a few words on their arms.

They are one of the less noticeable middle-level forces on the ground in Xuanjing-Juyitang.

Jieyitang itself is not a powerful force, but they do have a strong enough hall master.

Or the nominal hall master—Sun Zhu.

Sun Zhu is a man with extraordinary talent. He practiced a handbook of martial arts bought on the street at a young age, and he actually practiced a broken Huoshan boxing technique to the extreme.

I later worshipped a martial artist in the county under Huoshan Gate, and practiced martial arts with great concentration. Twenty years later, he stepped into strength in one fell swoop, and then practiced alone, going to the mountains to practice hunting from time to time, and fight against strange animals. And learn special skills from alien animals, improve Huoshan boxing, and sublimate it.

At the age of thirty-eight, Sun Zhu broke through again and stepped into forging bones. Later, due to the weak foundation for the second time, after breaking into the visceral training, it stopped steadily.

Now in his early fifties, his skills have been honed to the point of unabated growth.

At this time, the blood was flowing into a stream on the street, and the members of the Resolution Hall were chopped down to the ground.

Compared with the large number of officers and soldiers, they were not superior in their own strength and did not have much cooperation. After half of their deaths and injuries, finally, most of the remaining members of the Resolution Hall began to kneel down and beg for mercy, completely giving up resistance.

The army general leading the team is a middle-aged man with slightly blue eyes.

This person is named Zhan Heng, nicknamed Qingshuangquan, this time Liu Ye dispatched one of the four masters to assist Zhu Chen.

Zhan Heng was born in another state, not a native of Taizhou, but his qualifications are excellent. He is a Qingshuang boxer who is trained by the top master of Fucheng, and the Hanshuang hand Zhang Dongyang. It was Zhang Dongyang who sat down as the largest disciple.

After Zhang Dongyang's death, in order to protect himself, Zhan Heng took all his juniors and younger sisters into Liu Ye and became one of the secret agents.

"Aheng, do you think Sun Zhu will show up this time?" a masked man on the side whispered.

"I don't know. But if I still don't show up this time, the whole decision hall is afraid that even the last root will be gone." Zhan Heng said coldly.

"It depends on whether this person really doesn't care about Juyitang." The masked man smiled.

"I have investigated. Although this person has a cold temperament, he makes a great promise. He has promised others before that he will keep Juyitang for a hundred years. Now in this situation, he will definitely come!" Zhan Heng said calmly.

Not far from the street, a tall and burly figure is staring quietly at the massacre.

The silhouette's hood was blown away a little by the wind, revealing a pale and indifferent man's face.

It was Wei He who had just left Wanqingmen.

He converged his breath and stood still in the shadows. The color of the cloak on his body was almost the same as that of the wall behind him, making it almost blended into the color of the surrounding environment, unnoticeable.

Since leaving Wanqingmen, Wei He took some dried meat and mica insects, and left alone.

With mica insects, his requirements for resource supplies can still be met. Nowadays, it is mainly Broken Realm Orb, and it will take two or three months to fill up.

When he noticed Zhu Chen's thoughts, he immediately understood that once Juyitang was destroyed and Sun Zhu was arrested, then all the surrounding resistance was wiped out and it was his turn.

The main point at this time is to ensure that Sun Zhu will not be arrested.

Now, Wei He knows very well that as long as the more and longer he wins, and the level-by-level improvement of the Boundary Orb, the stronger his overall overall strength will be.

His fastest way to improve his strength now is to fully improve the Nine Strikes of the Heavenly Seal.

Others, such as moiré, are just to lay the foundation later, even if the moiré is all completed now, he can't improve much of his actual combat power. Because this is the pace of laying the foundation. It is to prepare for the realm after practicing the dirty in the future.

Standing in the shadows, Wei He waited quietly, watching the **** scene not far away.

There are fewer and fewer people in Juyitang.

Soon, the five or six people in the center had not yet surrendered, and began to try to break through together and sprint in other directions.

Seeing that the last five or six people, the core masters of Juyitang, were about to be surrounded and strangled.

One by one, they were covered in blood, and they had nowhere to escape from bullets and hidden weapons.

Qingshuang Quan Zhanheng slowly put on his black gloves and walked forward.

He will strike the final blow. In order to reduce the damage caused by these masters' mortal counterattack.

It's just that he took a step, and he got cold, turned his head, and looked behind him.

Not far behind him, a masked man wearing a hat and a quilt, I don't know when, has stood less than ten meters behind him.

The man's breathing is barely audible, his eyes are hidden behind the black mask, and he can't see anything.

He doesn't seem to need to look at anything.

Huh.

A black iron rapier leaned toward the ground.

The man in the hat holds a sword in his hand and slowly moves forward.

"Resolved Hall Master Sun Zhu, I didn't expect you to really dare to come out alone." Qingshuang Quan Zhanheng's expression remained unchanged, turned around, and raised his right fist.

A trace of strength spread from the surface of his fist, causing the surrounding air to slowly appear white.

It was cold, it was a special effect brought by his special boxing power.

The special effect stimulated by his Cyan Frost Fist is freezing.

"Zhu Chen sent you to die?" Sun Zhu said softly.

"Send to death!?" Zhan Heng sneered, "Who the **** is going to die, I have to fight to find out."

He stepped forward, gathered all his energy with his right hand, brought a large white mist and white mist, and punched forward!

The distance of several meters is fleeting.

There was a soft sniff.

Sun Zhu's body technique was so different that he brushed past his fist.

The black sword in his hand buzzed and trembled.

In an instant, a flash of lightning seemed to draw a word, and it suddenly lit up in front of Zhan Heng.

Zhan Heng raised his left hand, trying to block the sword in time, but the opponent's speed was too fast, it was too late.

Shit!

The two crossed by, switching positions to stand still.

Zhan Heng's chest slowly cracked a **** mouth, and the blood slowly seeped out of the injury.

He lowered his head and looked at his cut-up clothes, inner armor, and flesh.

"What a fast sword, so sharp!"

"Unfortunately, it's still a bit slow. If you can go faster, you won't have the possibility of surviving just now." Sun Zhu shook a trace of blood on the blade.

Several officers and soldiers beside him fell abruptly to the ground, slowly bleeding from the neck of his body.

Obviously, not only did he fight with Zhan Heng for a moment, but he also solved the four surrounding Chijing army officers and soldiers who wanted to sneak attack.

At that moment, he cut open Zhanheng's strength, chopped his chest, and killed four sneak attackers in a row, but he was unscathed.

"It really deserves to be the top master of Xuanjing City, second only to the three masters. In fact, I want to say that the three masters are also very old. They really want to fight you, maybe they are not your opponents. ."

On the other side, a black masked man walked out slowly. Together with Qingshuang Quan Zhanheng, one after the other, blocking Sun Zhu in the middle.

"You two want to keep me?" Sun Zhu said coldly.

"If you don't try it, how do you know?" Zhan Heng smiled.

The three moved at the same time. To outsiders, the three shadows flickered like flashes, flashing quickly and faintly.

This is not caused by speed alone, but by more force to distort the air light and produce visual illusions.

The level of visceral training reached by the strength of the three of them is huge, and there is a large amount of strength scrolling air currents between every move.

The other side.

Wei He watched the trio fight in silence.

The three masters of dirty training fight against each other, and the surrounding ordinary sergeants don't dare to intervene at all.

These three are not old men who have entered a period of decline, but are top masters with vitality and strength, all of which are still at their peak.

At this time, the fight, as long as it is slightly affected, it will be dead or injured.

Sun Zhu's sword is very fast, strokes one by one, like writing, straight, swift, and extremely sharp every time like an electric light.

This kind of swordsmanship, combined with the sharp cutting power bursting out of him, forced the other two to have nothing to do and dare not confront him head-on.

Only very quickly, the two of them came up with a way, which is to interact with force and superimpose the impact.

That is, one person at the front and the other at the back, with the magic energy, a series of shocks to Sun Zhu's body protection power.

Two powerful forces are abnormal ~IndoMTL.com~ A blade cutting is impossible to cut through. In this way, the two rely on the impact of their strength to obviously slow down Sun Zhu's sword speed.

The two forces interlaced in the air, forming a twisting force field, forcibly distorting Sun Zhu's sword and accelerating.

Zhan Heng and the masked man cooperate very tacitly. Obviously, the two have always cooperated in this way.

The three rushed across the street. The doors and windows of each store were forcibly smashed, and the wooden walls were shattered by force.

The wooden pillars were cut off directly,

Sun Zhu saw that he was about to fall into a disadvantage.

The cooperation of the two in front of him is far more dangerous than the three battles he had once fought against You Rong.

At that time, in fact, the other two visceral exercises were just for replenishment, and they were both very old and lacking in strength.

In fact, only You Rong is the real threat to him.

But now these two masters have reached the threat level of You Rong.

The level of danger is far greater than last time.

He swept across his sword, constantly thinking about ways to break the game.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand burst into five sword shadows for an instant.

The black sword shadow combined with the explosive strength, forming a sharp sword strength, piercing the sleeves of the two Zhanheng.

The two temporarily avoided the front and retreated a few steps.

Unexpectedly, Sun Zhu turned around and ran without looking back, regardless of how the two of them reacted.

"Want to escape!?"

The two are in a hurry and quickly catch up.

The three of them disappeared into this blood-stained street in the blink of an eye.

After running hundreds of meters, Sun Zhu made a turn and stopped suddenly.

I don't know when in front of him, a burly man with a height of two meters stood.

The man wears a black cloak, shoulders wide and strong, and his face wears a simple black ghost face like him.

In the rear, Zhan Heng and the masked man also chased over, and they also saw the ghost-faced man.