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Chapter 112 Whoever commits me will die, and whoever obeys me will live

Ye Chu's counterattack made the hilt of the sharp sword directly shatter Sun Xiuqing's heart.

My heart is broken, and of course there will be no more love.

Of course, the dead will not love each other again.

Looking at Sun Xiuqing who was already dead on the ground, everyone stood there in amazement, motionless.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were dull and she looked into the distance blankly. Without saying a word, naturally, there was no tears flowing.

When things got to this point, he certainly knew that Ye Chu and Sun Xiuqing fought to the death again, and that only one of them could survive.

Although he hoped that his dead friend Ximen Chuxue could have a spirit in the sky and bless his wife to defeat the enemy, it was obvious that Ximen Chuxue could not do it.

He was not Ye Chu's opponent when he was alive, and of course he was even worse after he died!

For a moment, Lu Xiaofeng was like drinking, drunk, unconscious, forgetting all her worries.

But he was very awake and refused to fall down.

So he could only feel distressed.

When everyone present saw this scene, they were all stunned. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. They were shocked, their eyes were terrified, and at the same time they were dull.

"She is dead! The god-level swordsman I have carefully cultivated has only lasted for three hundred rounds!"

The little old man's face turned pale, his face was lonely, and he shook his head regretfully.

Sun Xiuqing is his chosen female swordsman. He used the magical substances she produced due to pregnancy to encourage her to have powerful power and practice sword techniques that are as fast as lightning. It is in order to deal with Ye Chu's strong rise in the world.

But the facts have proved that the swordsmen cultivated by such means are no match for Ye Chu. What else can stop him in the world?

Just a group of ants here?

Just relying on your old bones in your twilight years?

Or are they those wooden warriors who will never be tired?

"Since you can't win and you can't kill me, what's the point of resisting?"

The little old man sighed softly and said, "The myth at that time! I didn't expect that I could see the birth of the myth today!"

He said, shaking his head gently, looking disbelief.

After hearing the old man's words, the others all stood there with their heads down and respectfully, not daring to look up. Everyone was filled with endless shock and fear. Many masters stood there stiffly, not to mention escaping, they didn't even dare to move.

What a myth of the world!

Many people on the island have seen Sun Xiuqing's sword skills, and they all know that it is extremely fast and its sword is like lightning. Although no one has ever killed anyone on the island, no one dares to underestimate her.

But such an invincible person with a magical sword was killed by Ye Chu within just three hundred rounds, and even the little old man who was regarded as a god by them claimed to be insufficient. What else can they do?

"Mr. Wu, do you still want to fight me?"

Ye Chu stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the old man faintly.

At this time, all the masters on the island were almost dead, and only one little old man was left. Even if he was alone, he could sweep the entire island. When the Buddha statue and wooden fish were found, it would be a situation where others could win.

Ye Chu's eyes flashed over, and everyone on the island trembled and lowered their heads, not daring to look at Ye Chu directly. Just because his martial arts were so terrible, he killed many masters with his own strength, and even the old man claimed to be unable to compete with such domineering aura and martial arts.

The old man sighed again and said, "I'm wrong. I didn't expect that the myth of the world was right in front of me. I was convinced by the loss."

Ye Chu's martial arts were obviously beyond their imagination, and he was obviously a master who was rampant in the world and suppressed a country.

"Oh? The old man was very confident just now and looked down on the world, why should he surrender now?"

Ye Chu looked at the old man with great interest.

"You are a myth of the world. The old man is a few decades old. Even if he knows everything about astronomy and geography, he practices martial arts with all kinds of skills, but how can he not see the situation clearly in the face of absolute power?" the old man sighed.

"Then I have killed so many masters on your island, and the peerless swordsman you have trained carefully has fallen, so you don't care?"

Ye Chu asked with a smile.

The little old man showed a hint of regret in his eyes, but he could only say in a deep voice: "They died as if they were to die. In the face of absolute power, the master should not be humiliated, let alone offend a myth of the world?"

After all, the strong are respected in this world. In the face of the great master who controls life, all resistance is futile. What's more, the old man lives in seclusion overseas for decades, sees through the wind and clouds, lives freely, but understands the value of life better.

Thinking about how many families did Emperor Taizu raise an army in Haozhou and conquered the world for fifteen years, and then he also had an imperial career, destroyed his family, suppressed the rebellion and destroyed the strong, and how many families he slaughtered with blood? Didn’t the literati and military generals in the world still rush to him all their loyalty?

Ye Chu looked around and saw that everyone on the island showed awe.

It is an absolute awe for powerful power!

The martial arts master is already very powerful, let alone the myths of the times?

"Since you surrender, I won't make things difficult for you!"

Ye Chu said lightly: "Let those people in the Buddha statue come out, and after curing them, they will be sent to the ship together with the tens of millions of taels of silver."

"The little old man is ordered!" The little old man was quick and quick. Once he accepted the defeat, he immediately followed the order and arranged for people to release the person in the Buddha statue, cure the wound, cure the hunger disease, and organize the arrangement of personnel, which was in order.

After everything was arranged, it was already Dongfang Tianxiao.

Ye Chu and the old man stood on the shore, and saw the red sun jumping out of the sea of ​​clouds from afar. The morning glow in the distance dyed half of the sky red, and the illuminated sea was filled with bright lights.

"Do you know, sir, why do I have to come to find you?" Ye Chu said lightly.

"I can't figure it out. I am confident that my arrangement in the Central Plains will never reveal any secrets, but how do you know the existence of this island if you have something to do?"

The old man was indeed puzzled.

Although he trained a swordsman like Sun Xiuqing in order to deal with Ye Chu, it is indeed a big problem for Ye Chu to find this place so quickly.

"The Emei School has stood for thousands of years, so it naturally has its own source of information."

Ye Chu said lightly, opening up the topic casually.

"But I must find you. In addition to the emperor's request, there is another thing that requires you to be my assistant."

"Oh? There is also a place where the young old man can serve? But I don't know what it is?" the old man asked curiously.

"I stayed in the Twelve Serial Dock for more than ten days. I looked through the newspaper they copied and found a news, 'The Governor of Zhejiang Province reported that the report was confirmed recently that the Japanese chief Hideyoshi built a city on the wilderness of the Hiraki Country in Kitakyushu. It was very large in scale, and I am waiting for it.' What do the old man think after hearing this?" Ye Chu stood with his hands behind his back, looked directly at the red sun, and asked with a smile.
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