"Please wait! Your Excellency, I have a word!"

The head of the Murong family almost crawled over, because his legs were also twisted by Ji Wushu. He said anxiously: "I am the one who is famous for the Zhenwu Palace in the world. I think you must have a big plan. Although I don't know what your purpose is, no matter what, if you can help more, you will have more confidence."

This meaning is already clear, if you can't beat it, you will surrender.

Ji Wushu looked at him playfully: "Are you quite conscious of the current affairs?"

Thousand years of Shaolin, hundred years of Wudang, and Murong passed down from generation to generation.

Sure enough, the longer the force exists, the uniqueness is.

"Although there are some misunderstandings between you and me, it has not caused any major mistakes in the end. If you can expose this, my Murong family will do their best to drive you in the future."

Seeing that his attitude seemed to be loose, the Murong family's head hurriedly expressed his opinion.

After the Murong family's head finished his words, the heads of other forces also flashed their eyes, and they were ready to move, staring at Ji Wushang together.

No one really wants to die.

If they can really reconcile, not only will they be able to avoid the disaster of life, but only half of the disciples present are alive and are seriously injured, they can still recover as long as they rest for a while and will not be seriously injured in their vitality.

Moreover, they originally wanted to obtain Ji Wushang's martial arts to consolidate the future position of their power. If they could reconcile, they might not be able to achieve such a goal. They just lost their dominance and could only rely on others in the future.

As for the issue of revenge and accounting, wait...

It's quite perfect... However, as Ji Wushang said, smart people often die from their own self-righteousness.

"If you cut the grass and don't eradicate the roots, there will be endless troubles."

The person who spoke was Shu Han. Ji Wushang didn't know how he avoided the chaotic scene just now. He was not injured by accident, and he was really not injured at all. In that scene, no one would have time to listen to him to reveal his identity.

Shu Han looked at Ji Wushang and pointed at the Shaolin Abbot and others: "They surrender to you now, but because the situation is forced to hold your life in your hands, I have to bow my head, but how can I ensure that they will not stab you in the back one day."

If nothing is eliminated, how can you know that you will not be burdened by it in the future? He himself is the best example.

Seeing what Shu Han said, the head of the Murong family and other heads all looked at him with anger, and they didn't know where this bad boy came from.

Ji Wushen smiled and said, "What you said is indeed quite reasonable, but if they are really sincere, then I am wronged them?"

Shu Han said lightly: "It's better to kill by mistake than let go."

What a vicious boy!

The heads of the sects, looking at Shu Han, couldn't help but feel air conditioning in their hearts.

Ji Wushang chuckled softly and said, "You are right."

After the words came, Ji Wushang raised his palm and sent out a gripping force to the head of the Murong family, sucked him in the air, and then burst out with the star-sucking technique in his palm.

In the blink of an eye, the head of a big family was killed.

Murong Jiuxiu has become orphans now.

Ji Wushang would not object to the drama if they wanted to hide their identities, commit their enemies, and wait for an opportunity to avenge their father.

He threw down the body of the Murong family leader, glanced at other leaders with despair, and then opened his palms to the Shaolin abbot.

"stop!"

An extremely fierce and domineering sword light penetrated, and the sword light was extremely bright, tearing the night apart, making people unable to help but close their eyes.

boom!

The tragic sword light slashed to the ground, and the dust swelled up. A ditch more than ten feet long remained on the ground, which shows that this sword is extraordinary.

However, Ji Wushang, who was under the sword light, had already disappeared from the spot, and the boy Shu Han disappeared together.

Ji Wushang put down Shu Han who was holding it in his hand, looked at the two figures that suddenly appeared, narrowed their eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Yan Nantian?"

Although there were two people coming, one of them firmly occupied all the gazes. This man was eight feet tall, had a bony figure, but had a huge skeleton, and had a pair of big hands that almost drooped under his knees.

Although this person's appearance is sloppy, his eyes are luminous under his sharp appearance, giving people an inexplicable intimidation and oppression.

Yan Nantian, this is a real hero. Although he does not have the empty sentiment of "the greatest hero is for the country and the people", he is just and upright, values ​​love and righteousness, and has been to fight against the strong and help the weak in his life. He is worthy of heaven and inferior to others. He is a hero who cannot even find any stain on his enemies and does not know how to insult him.

His martial arts qualifications are also the best in the world. Although he does not know his master's degree, he may practice the fierce and domineering martial arts Buddhist Zen magic skills to an extremely profound level, and he can also create such a domineering sword technique as "Divine Sword Art".

All these things show how brilliant his talent is.

It is said that this man can take the head of the head coach among millions of troops and divide a hair into two, so that his sword energy can be felt ten feet away, and he can also shave other people's beards and hair, but he can't feel it at all.

An ordinary iron sword in his hand can swing out the strongest sword energy in the world and kill all the hard things in the world.

Originally, Ji Wushang didn't know the truth or falsehood, but now it seems that although the rumors are exaggerated, they are not too outrageous.

"This...what happened this...how could it be like this...Teacher...Senior brother..."

The head of Wudang came with Yan Nantian. When he saw the miserable situation of his fellow disciples of Wudang and people from various sects and families, especially the humiliating Taoist Chunyang who was still above him, his face was pale and confused.

He hurriedly pulled the Taoist Chunyang out of the ground. Seeing that he had not died, he breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he turned his eyes to Ji Wushang, shocked and doubted.

Yan Nantian also took this tragic scene into his eyes, staring at Ji Wushang with a pair of fierce and compulsive eyes: "You did this?"

He just hated why he didn't arrive half a day in the morning.

"Haven Yan, it was the devil who did this monster. Hundreds of fellow practitioners died so miserably. What mistake did they make? Please help the right path!" The head of the Qingcheng Sect saw that Yan Nantian's sword energy was so terrible, so he used it as a life-saving straw and shouted.

The Shaolin abbot looked sad: "Amitabha! Hero Yan, this donor is the person from Zhenwu Palace who has spread martial arts secrets all over the world recently."

Yan Nantian looked at the head of Wudang and said, "I have heard of this!"

The abbot of Shaolin continued to say slowly: "Because all the colleagues feel that what he has done is too great and is afraid of harming the people, so he wants to stop it and avoid the disaster from expanding. But this donor has great martial arts skills, so we can only unite with all the colleagues, but we don't want to be inferior to others in the end, so we can't persuade the donor to stop committing evil."

Yan Nantian took Ji Wushang's handsome face, and inexplicably remembered his sworn brother Jiang Feng, and his tone was slightly eased: "I only ask you, Kunlun Seven Swords, Chunyang Taoist, Liangyi Divine Sword, are their casualties caused by you?"

He did not listen to the one-sided words and confirmed again.

Ji Wushen smiled and said, "I have heard of Yan's name as the world's number one swordsman for a long time. I have admired her for a long time. What I see today is indeed extraordinary. It's just that I have a lot of attainments in swordsmanship. It's better to have a conversation. I have the opportunity to give it to you."

Yan Nantian was furious and said, "I ask you, are these people harmed by you?"

Ji Wushang smiled unconcernedly and narrowed his eyes: "You are not stupid in martial arts practice, right? Since I have not denied it, I naturally agreed."

Yan Nantian's face turned cold, and an inexplicable oppression emanated from him. He drew out his sword and said, "Do you know how many of them are real chivalrous men who are helping the strong and helping the weak and upholding justice. They have done so many good things in their lives and have never harmed good people, but why do you want them to suffer such an end?"

Ji Wushang's eyes were calm and cold, and he said calmly: "According to what Shaolin abbot said, I'm calling me a bullshit. Do people with demons have to distinguish between good and bad in their work? Isn't it all natural? What's your question strange?"

Yan Nantian was extremely angry and laughed: "Okay, okay! Since that's the case, Yan will eliminate demons for the world, die under Yan's sword, and be a good person in the next life!"

"Hero Yan is careful. This person has a magic trick that can absorb human skills. Hero Yan must not let him touch it!" The Nangong family reminded.

Yan Nantian nodded, and the ordinary iron sword in his hand suddenly slashed out.

boom!

An amazing sword light was like lightning in the night, shiningly dazzling, and the sharp bursting sword energy scattered everywhere, making everyone present feel creepy.

Ji Wushang was a little concerned. Yan Nantian was able to create such a stunning sword technique alone, and he was indeed of extraordinary qualifications and amazing understanding. If he allowed to grow up, he would definitely become a master of swordsmanship in the future.

But now, that's all.

At this time, Yan Nantian was not qualified to let Ji Wushang take it seriously.

"As a swordsman, you are lucky,..."

No one knows what "luck" in Ji Wu's wound refers to.

But Yan Nantian knew that the miserable appearance of the more than a thousand masters in front of him was done by the extremely young man in front of him, so he naturally did not dare to be careless because of his age. He tried his best to do his best, and the sword intent was terrifying and terrifying.

It is as domineering as a magnificent sun, and extremely powerful.

Ji Wushang was the opposite of this, without any earth-shaking momentum, nor any amazing vision, just a plain sword.

Then, the vast world suddenly evolved into all kinds of things and all kinds of great ways.

Thousands of sword intent appeared in the air, as if the heaven and earth were changing color under this sword.

The sword light dispels the night sky, and only one color remains under the night sky.

Senluo!

boom!
Chapter completed!