Chapter 21

Shen Zhenyi was a little depressed. "I thought you should be stronger than now after 300 years of cultivation. But think about it, how can you get rid of this world? What's more, the blood exchange secret method, which is a natural limitation of martial arts, can't integrate energy and spirit, so you can never see a more brilliant world of martial arts. It's a pity."

Mr. Wujian sneered, "this is only one percent of my all inclusive martial arts power. If you can break this sword, you may not be able to take my real sword skill."

The flame rose abruptly, and the virtual shadow turned into a giant, spewing out a white flame from his mouth. All the masters were trembling and felt their knees weak. They could hardly resist the impulse to worship.

"If I can't catch up with Shen Mengtian's ten thousand Tibetan sword Sutra three hundred years ago, let me use his descendants to cut. My blood exchange secret is the peerless martial arts that can really cut the moon and fly the immortal!"

"August 15, the mid autumn moon is full. I will go to abandon sword villa and take your life at the top of the White Tower!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, and Mr. Wujian's cry echoed in the main hall of abandoned sword villa.

Shen Baihe showed a strange smile and fell into a decadent coma. The blood flame faded and finally disappeared.

But the horror has remained.

Shen Shou was completely confused. Zen master Liuru frowned. He was not serious. At this time, he was also worried. He only muttered, "what should I do? What should I do?"

If you let Mr. Shen grow up for more than 20 years, maybe he can really defeat the devil that has been shrouded in the sky of Jiuyou land.

But now

Even though Shen Zhenyi showed his miraculous sword technique just now and was personally admitted by Mr. Wujian that he had broken through the ninth weight of the legendary martial arts - ecstasy, they still had little hope for this war.

Red fire grandma Jie smiled strangely, "the third childe is really ill fated. Before he was a coir raincoat man, he was surrounded and beaten by eight of our old guys. It was not easy to keep the clouds open. Another five sword old monster came."

Regardless of Mr. Wujian, Shen Zhenyi is now the No. 1 in the world.

Unfortunately, because of the appearance of Mr. Wujian, he is the first in the world and will only be avoided.

"After today's work, please continue to preside over the league. I'm going back to mengjian building."

Shen Zhenyi didn't care.

Since Mr. Wujian was introduced, he was not in a hurry to deal with Shen Baihe. He ordered people to put him in the dungeon, and he left without delay.

The rest looked at each other.

Wulin alliance? Today, when Shen Zhenyi lost the tianbang with one sword and Mr. Wujian is alive, isn't the Wulin alliance a big joke?

The eldest son was locked up and the younger son didn't care. As the master of abandoned sword mountain villa, Shen Shou had to hold the Wulin alliance despite his confusion.

Originally, this was a demonstration of the accumulated strength of abandoned sword villa for decades, but now it has become a melancholy fog.

Changle died, Lu Dingfu was expelled, and Shen Baihe was imprisoned.

The apparent strength of abandoned sword mountain villa has almost lost two-thirds. Shen Zhenyi broke through the Ninth level of martial arts. It was a great joy, but he was watched by an old monster who has not died for hundreds of years. I'm afraid it's bad.

Thinking of this, Shen Shou was even more worried about his white hair.

Zen master Liuru understood the great righteousness and generously said, "Mr. Wujian has many evils. Although we are far from rivals, there is a ancestral motto in Lanke temple. We should help each other and fight the devil together with Zijian mountain villa."

However, it's no use just talking. For hundreds of years, all Wulin forces have tried their best to deal with Mr. Wujian. Unfortunately, the opponent's martial arts are too high. The siege has no effect at all.

——From the performance of third childe Shen, it can be proved that as long as you step into the ninth realm of martial arts, it is useless for more people to besiege experts at a lower level.

Mr. Wujian's realm may be more than that.

What's more, he haunted. Only he calculated others, and no one calculated him.

The only person who can get Mr. Wujian's message is Shen Baihe, who is imprisoned. Shen Shou doesn't care about his eldest son at this time, so he leads master Liuru and others to the dungeon for interrogation, but Shen Baihe grits his teeth and refuses to say a word.

"Evil beast! How on earth did you get to know this devil? Where did he hide? He hasn't come from the truth!"

Shen Shou's eyes turned green with anger. He didn't know how the obedient eldest son suddenly went astray.

Zen master Liuru also advised: "eldest childe, you are just confused for a moment. Mr. Wujian has harmed Wulin for many years. As long as you can set things right and help us get rid of the devil, I should plead for you in front of your father and brother to make a new start."

Hearing what he said, Shen Baihe looked up and sneered, "don't say that even if I tell you the whereabouts of the master, you can't do anything about him. Even if you have the ability to deal with my master, old Zen master, what face can you persuade my brother? How can you stop him if he wants to kill me?"

Liu Ru, the Zen master, sighed repeatedly.

He shot at Shen Zhenyi before. Shen Zhenyi spared his life and used up the old monk's face. If you want to protect Shen Baihe, Zen master Liuru is really not sure. Monks don't lie, and he's not good at lying. He can only be embarrassed.

They were terrified. When they threatened and lured Shen Baihe and asked about Mr. Wujian, Shen Zhenyi calmly drew in the mengjian building.

The peach blossoms have withered. He painted them.

Chu Huoluo accompanied him and polished ink and color for him.

"Third childe, aren't you worried?"

Chu Huoluo endured all day and looked at the peach flowers painted by Shen Zhenyi all day. She looked calm and indifferent. She didn't mention Mr. Wujian at all. Finally, she couldn't help asking questions.

"What are you worried about?"

Shen Zhenyi drew a peach blossom, picked up the scroll and gently dried the ink. That's the rhetorical question.

Chu Huoluo was stunned. "Don't you know that the five sword old monster is going to kill? This man has been invincible for 300 years. Aren't you afraid?"

Shen Zhenyi disapproved and said, "he is invincible because he has never met a real expert. If he was born 60 years earlier and met our ancestors of the Shen family, he will be defeated."

Shen Mengtian, the ancestor of the Shen family, founded the abandoned sword mountain villa and wrote the ten thousand Tibetan sword Sutra. He is recognized as the largest expert in the nine secluded land in ancient and modern times. Unfortunately, when Mr. Wujian first appeared, Shen Mengtian had died for a long time. Many people believe that otherwise Mr. Wujian would never have been arrogant for so long.

Many people even think that Mr. Wujian is afraid of Shen Mengtian, so he dare not be born in advance.

"Just..."

Chu Huoluo certainly knows this truth, but she also personally felt the momentum of Mr. Wujian in the bloody flame that day. She hesitated and said: "he may not be as good as Shen Laozu in those years, but he claims that he has reached the state of ecstasy and practiced martial arts for more than 200 years. After all, you are still so young..."