At the foot of Wudang Mountain, a ten-year-old naughty boy and a young man in white were walking leisurely in the market.
"Haha! Let's go find a master of medical skills now and ask him to suppress the cold poison in your body," Xiao Ziyu glanced at Zhang Wuji and said with a slight smile.
"oh!"
Zhang Wuji responded very sensibly.
Butterfly Valley is far away from Wudang Mountain, and Zhang Wuji was young and frail, so after going down the mountain, Xiao Ziyu bought a carriage and took Zhang Wuji slowly all the way north.
Along the way, Xiao Ziyu also felt how miserable the world was under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty. Unfortunately, he could not change the world with his own ability.
However, he took action on all the soldiers who oppressed the common people that he saw along the way and killed them one by one with one sword.
For this reason, he was given the title of "White Shura" in the world of martial arts. He wore white clothes like a young master, but when he killed people, he turned into a blood-clothed Shura.
Of course, his wanton killing of those Mongolian soldiers offended the Yuan Dynasty. The imperial court was furious and immediately sent people to hunt down Xiao Ziyu.
But who is Xiao Ziyu? He is a top master in his own right. In addition to the two years of training in Wudang Mountain, he has broken through the ninth level of the acquired world. Now it can be said that, except for Zhang Sanfeng, there is no one in the world who can beat Xiao Ziyu except those hidden ones.
Except for the old monsters who have never been born, there is no one.
Therefore, all the masters sent by the Yuan Dynasty died under Xiao Ziyu's sword, which made Xiao Ziyu even more famous.
The name "White Clothes Shura" is unknown to everyone in the world.
The continuous killings also made the Yuan Dynasty court more resentful towards Xiao Ziyu, but for a while, they could not find a better fighter, so they did not send anyone to hunt down Xiao Ziyu.
But Xiao Ziyu also knew that Dayuan would never let him go so easily. After all, he slapped the court of Dayuan in such a way. If he was not dealt with, where would Dayuan's face be put?
On this day, Xiao Ziyu took Zhang Wuji to the bank of Han River.
"It turned out to be someone. Unexpectedly, in this plot, Zhang Sanfeng turned into himself." Xiao Ziyu saw a dozen Mongolian officers and soldiers chasing and killing a bearded man holding a little boy.
Xiao Ziyu knew that the big man with the curly beard was probably Chang Yuchun, and that the little boy was probably Zhou Ziwang's child.
Seeing that Chang Yuchun was about to be poisoned, Xiao Ziyu immediately attacked him and opened his Qingming Sword. He immediately surrounded several officers and soldiers surrounding Chang Yuchun. A trace of blood suddenly appeared on their necks, and then they suddenly fell down.
"What!"
The leading officer and soldier's eyes suddenly bulged, as did the monks around him. Xiao Ziyu's movement and sword-drawing speed were too fast. Even with their eyesight, they could not see how Xiao Ziyu made his move.
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"How dare you, who are you? You dare to stop my court from arresting the remnants of the Yuanzhou Demon Sect's rebels," the martial arts school yelled sternly.
"Haha!" In response to the hoarse voice from the martial arts school, Xiao Ziyu just yelled at him.
"So what, I want to save him, what can you do to me?" Xiao Ziyu was very disdainful.
"Amitabha! The donor is Shura Xiao Ziyu in white." Just when the martial arts hall was about to get angry and say something, a monk next to him immediately came out, clasped his hands and said.
"I don't dare to be Shura in white, but Xiao Ziyu is here. I wonder what this master has to say." Xiao Ziyu looked at the other person with a smile and said lightly.
"White Shura!"
As soon as he heard this name, the martial arts school immediately trembled. When he looked at Xiao Ziyu, he became timid. He was no longer as arrogant as before.
It seems that Xiao Ziyu's reputation as Shura is indeed very intimidating, especially to Mongolian officers and soldiers like them.
"It turns out that it is really Shura who is in front of me. This person is a prisoner of my imperial court. Can the donor allow us to arrest him and bring him to justice?" The monk was kind to him, but there was nothing he could do about it. Xiao Ziyu's force was there, even if
If the four of them are brothers together, they may not be Xiao Ziyu's opponents.
"What if I insist on blocking it!" Xiao Ziyu's calm words did not contain the slightest threat, but to the ears of the martial arts school and the monks, they sounded like the threat of death.
"Then don't blame us senior brothers for offending you so much," Monk Fan clasped his hands and lowered his head, saying with a serious expression.
"Why do you talk so much if you don't want to take action?" Xiao Ziyu was very disdainful. He just didn't like these people. Every time they lied, they always told lies.
"I'm offended." The monk seemed to be in a good mood. No matter how Xiao Ziyu mocked him, he remained expressionless. Then the four monks jumped in a few steps and came to Xiao Ziyu, surrounding him.
Faced with the siege of four people, Xiao Ziyu's expression slowly became serious. Although these four people were only top-notch, when the four of them joined forces, Xiao Ziyu immediately felt a slight threat.
Xiao Ziyu knew that it must be a joint skill of the Fan Seng masters, such as Wudang's 'Zhenwu Seven Intersection Formation'.
"Groan!"
With a sonorous sound, the Qingming in Xiao Ziyu's hand suddenly shot out, a green light flashed, and a cold light suddenly appeared, suddenly piercing the throat and neck of the monk who just spoke.
This sword was both subtle and swift. The monk didn't see Xiao Ziyu's sword coming out at all, but he could definitely feel the cold air emanating from the Qingming sword, even the aura of a soldier's edge, on his skin.
His perennial instinct of life and death caused him to move slightly to the side in an instant. It was this that allowed him to escape the moment of death.
However, Qing Ming's blade still cut his skin and blood flowed out.
"What a pity!" Xiao Ziyu felt a pity that he could not kill that monk with one sword. If he had killed that monk with just one sword, it would be easier for the remaining three people.
"Damn it, you actually made a sneak attack." When the other monks saw this situation, they were immediately secretly angry. Then they looked at each other and immediately attacked Xiao Ziyu.
Several of them had been together since they were young, and even had a heart-to-heart connection. Among the four of them, one was holding a demon-conquering pestle, the other was holding a Buddhist bead, and the other two were attacking Xiao Ziyu with their bare hands.
The intimidation of the four people was reflected in Xiao Ziyu's eyes. The steps under his legs were moving continuously, and the figures were moving and their shadows were overlapping.
A Qingming sword turns into thousands of lights and shadows in the hand.
Clang! Bang!
Metal collided, fists and feet collided, and a strong wind suddenly blew around the five people.
"Drink! Punch the poor monk", dozens of strikes in a row, but the four of them could not do anything to Xiao Ziyu. On the contrary, they were seriously injured by Xiao Ziyu's sword energy.
All the monks' robes were in tatters.
Seeing that this was not going to work, the leading monk suddenly gritted his teeth and suddenly his arms suddenly surged, and his whole body exuded majestic energy.
"I want to go all out." When Xiao Ziyu saw this, his face immediately became solemn, and the internal energy in his dantian suddenly gathered in his left hand.