Suddenly, the sound of "clang, clang, clang" was heard on the field.
The remaining monks immediately threw away their weapons, screamed and ran away. No one dared to stay and resist.
With such a great master of supernatural powers here, how could so many mortals be able to defeat him?
But being in an enemy country and deliberately causing massacres, how could Feng Zhou spare them? He immediately used a bronze dagger as a golden snake sword, activated the sword light, swept across and killed many people.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred monks died under his sword.
But these people had long been like the Song Army commanded by the God of Chaoliang River. At this time, they only wished that their parents had lost two legs, and they did not even have the courage to look back.
The top brass of the Bronze Temple thought the protection was as solid as gold, but in front of Feng Zhou, it was as fragile as tofu.
It was under such circumstances that Huichuan and many senior officials of the Bronze Temple rushed to the door. When Huichuan saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the weak scholar in front of the door holding a sword as if facing a formidable enemy.
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"As a master in this world, do you still have the demeanor of a master when you kill innocent people like this?" Seeing this scene of corpses everywhere, Huichuan's heart was as deep as a lake, and he couldn't help but burst into anger.
The eyes of other senior officials of the Bronze Temple turned red. The hundreds of people who died here were all the elites of the Bronze Temple. Without these people, how could it be possible to maintain such a strong rule with just dozens of high-end military forces?
How can we show off our power in Linhe County in the future?
"Senior Brother Huichuan, kill this traitor!"
A monk with a round character said angrily with a red face.
"Kill him, kill him!" Many people were shouting.
But they stopped moving forward.
Because the martial arts of these people were not as good as those of the monks when they were young. Now they are getting older and their physical strength is even worse.
Only the great master Huichuan made great progress and took a step forward. At the age of forty, he broke through the barriers of the Bronze Temple's martial arts and achieved the status of grand master, able to fight against the traitor in front of him.
Facing Huichuan's shouts and questions, Feng Zhouli ignored them and just casually struck with a wind blade.
As a peerless master, facing an existence that even Emperor Zhao Gou disdained to be below him, what he did could not be questioned by a few Xixia monks.
Even Wan Yanliang, Zhao Gou is here, I will kill him if I need to, but you bald heads, what do you mean?
Seeing Feng Zhou holding a short sword, which could emit a dazzling sword light, whizzing towards him and cutting the air, all the brothers were undoubtedly his opponents.
Huichuan slowly pulled out the long knife in his hand with a solemn expression.
Even though he arrived late, as long as he saw the corpses everywhere on the ground and the many randomly discarded weapons, he knew that Feng Zhou's previous massacre of the disciples in the temple was truly extremely cruel.
Facing a strong man like Feng Zhou, even Huichuan would not dare to be careless.
He held tightly the Qingtang Huanshou sword made by a great craftsman from the Great Xia Kingdom. The handle was almost white when he held it, and the patent leather scabbard was mottled everywhere. But no one dared to look down upon it.
A knife, because it is the 'Queyue Knife'.
Famous Western Xia sword.
The level of craftsmen in Xixia is no less than that of Liao, Jin, and Song. Among them, the master craftsmen are the best in the world. This "Queyue Sword" is one of the magic weapons.
With this Queyue Sword, Huichuan conquered Xixia and shocked the Xiping Mansion. Both the Prime Minister Ren Dejing and the Great Witch King Hong Zhong praised Huichuan for this magical weapon, which also made Huichuan one of the great masters in the world.
"Whoa!"
Huichuan pulled out the long knife slowly but quickly.
A waterfall-like bolt of sword light shot out. The light of the sword was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, and like the Milky Way hanging upside down, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, capable of destroying almost everything.
"You are worthy of being the nephew of Huichuan. He is a master and a master, and he is worthy of his reputation!"
Everyone at the top of the Bronze Temple exclaimed in admiration.
"Hmph, I don't know where the white-faced scholar came from. He dared to break into my Bronze Temple. This time, he will be shattered to pieces!" Someone shouted coldly.
He Ying was proficient in martial arts, and when he first saw this scene, he couldn't help but turn pale.
Although Feng Zhou has repeatedly demonstrated extraordinary abilities, killing people like chickens, the opposite person is Huichuan.
For a long time, the people of Linhe County have been in fear of the Bronze Temple, especially the master master Huichuan. In their hearts, Huichuan is invincible.
He Ying knew in his heart that if he lost this battle, He Ying would die on the spot, which would be the best outcome. The most likely outcome would be that few slaves and women in his village would become prostitutes.
With this sharp blow from Huichuan's hand, the silver sword light exploded from the ground, stably slashing on the sword light struck by Feng Zhou.
"Boom!"
The sword light was shattered by the sword light.
"good!"
All the monks in the Bronze Temple cheered and cheered.
In their view, Huichuan's sword, which was as light as a sword, broke Feng Zhou's sword, and Huichuan was naturally the winner. Many people have begun to think about how they will concoct Feng Zhou when Huichuan defeats Feng Zhou. Put this
The madmen who dared to offend the Bronze Temple were cut into pieces, but it was difficult to relieve their hatred.
As for He Ying, it is not in everyone's consideration at all.
All the men in Hejia Village should be recruited to fill in the Yellow River.
But at this moment, Huichuan's face showed no joy at all, but instead became more solemn.
He just struck with all his strength, and although he broke Feng Zhou's sword light, his whole body couldn't help but trembled, his hands were numb, and he tried his best to hold the handle of the sword.
What shocked him even more was that Feng Zhou was ten feet away when he released the sword light, but it still had such powerful power. If the distance was close and Feng Zhou used all his strength, how powerful would it be?
"The depth of this man's internal strength is simply unfathomable. When did such a master appear in the world? There is no way that the Xia Kingdom has such a master. Is he from Jin or Song Dynasty? Is he the master from Zhongnan Mountain?"
Huichuan was horrified.
He couldn't help but shout: "Are you from Zhongnan Mountain? The poor monk had a relationship with Wang Chongyang back then, why do you and I need to fight again?"
He was misled by Feng Zhou's peerless martial arts, thinking that he was a descendant of Wang Chongyang, a master of martial arts in Zhongnan Mountain, Shaanxi Province, and was shocked in his heart.
Although Wang Chongyang was from Zhongnan Mountain, his martial arts skills were extremely superb. He once won the first place in the martial arts examination of the puppet Qi Dynasty, and later fought with masters from all walks of life. He was invincible, so the world called him "The Invincible King".
Huichuan and Wang Chongyang are the same age. They went south to fight against each other with no distinction between victory and defeat. However, a few years later, a young grandmaster who was only twenty years old came out of nowhere. His martial arts was even better than Wang Chongyang's. Could it be that it was because of him?
His descendants?
"Wang Chongyang? Who is that?"
Feng Zhou turned his head and looked over and said: "You can actually take my sword forcefully, which is pretty good. In terms of cultivation strength, I'm afraid you are not weaker than King Shi Tian. It seems that you are Huichuan."
It turns out that what Feng Zhou had just said was just a random sword light, and it did not even exert one-tenth of the power of the "Huashan Mountain at Night" move. I didn't expect that someone could block this sword. It seemed that he was quite strong.
"It's me. Who are you?"
Huichuan said with slight respect.
The other party didn't know Wang Chongyang, but he seemed to be the newly promoted Grand Master.
"You are not qualified to know my name."
Feng Zhou looked indifferently and spoke calmly.
When he killed King Shi Tian, he didn't put much effort into it. At this time, his strength and cultivation had increased by more than ten times or a hundred times. Killing a monk from the Bronze Temple was not worth mentioning at all.
"If you want to know my name, then go to hell!" After saying that, the bronze dagger in his hand glowed brightly, and he swung the sword again.
Suddenly, sharp edges like mountains and seas came across the sky and struck directly in front of Huichuan. The latter only had time to think of the word "not good" in his mind before he was already in a desperate situation.
He raised the long knife in his hand, froze his body, made a starting gesture, and shouted: "Break!"
For a moment, he seemed to be at the bottom of the Yellow River in Qingtong Gorge, with the water rushing towards him like a tidal wave. With the "Queyue Sword" in his hand, he split the water and achieved invincible magical powers.
This time, he was confident that he could block the sword,
But the next moment.
"Boom!"
The sword light and the sword light collided once.
A sound ten times louder than before came, and countless wind blades shot out in all directions. Many bluestones were destroyed, pavilions and pavilions collapsed, and many monks were pierced by the remaining energy and died instantly.
Huichuan was still standing there, but his orifices were bleeding and his vitality had been cut off.
He couldn't say a word, couldn't lift a finger, he just glanced at Feng Zhou, then his head dropped and his body collapsed.
He is dead.
Monk Huichuan, the pillar of the Bronze Temple, was killed by Feng Zhou with a sword.
"How is this possible?"
All the monks were greatly frightened.
Yuan Zhi, the abbot of the Bronze Temple, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
But it's too late.
Because Feng Zhou had already stepped forward, and with one move of "Wash Mountain at Night", he released hundreds of sword energy, and all the high-level officials of the Bronze Temple were killed.
The Cangshan Mountain is like the sea, the setting sun is like blood, Feng Zhou stands proudly on the spot, like a god's mansion.
He Ying knelt on the ground and paid homage. His respect for Feng Zhou could not be greater.
"This... Feng Daxia really defeated the Bronze Temple."
"The great hero has magical powers!"
"Feng Daxia is our reincarnated parent."
Countless voices came from behind.
He Ying looked back, only to see people from Hejia Village leading Li Zheng from several nearby large villages, and a large number of young people behind them. They were stunned and shocked beyond measure.
All the doubtful expressions turned into admiration.