The blood splashed and was immediately twisted into a ball of blood mist by the sword energy, suspended above the arena, and was quietly blown away by the mountain wind.
But people no longer had the intention to pay attention. They only saw a figure falling heavily on the table. After rolling a few times, it lay still on its back, with blood still pouring out of its neck.
Such an injury would be difficult to save even if Daluo Jinxian came.
Although the figure is embarrassed, the face and figure are easily identifiable. Who is Zhang Ru if not the 91st on the Star List?
From Gong Bei
So when the dust of this battle settled, most people had not yet reacted. They could only stare at Zhang Ru in a daze as his body continued to twitch and his breath became weaker and weaker.
Until a heartbreaking shout sounded: "Madam!"
Gong Bei
He quickly tapped Zhang Ru's acupoints to stop the bleeding, and then took out all the spare healing elixirs he had on him. With trembling hands, he stuffed them all into Zhang Ru's mouth: "Madam, you will be fine. You won't die. I will save you."
…”
As he spoke, two strings of tears flowed out. He was already sobbing, but he was still using his energy to digest the medicine for his wife.
Perhaps the medicine had an effect. Zhang Ru's eyes moved, his mouth opened, and he said in a weak voice: "For, for, Xian'er, repay..." He tilted his head and died.
"No, madam!" Gong Beixuan shook Zhang Ru's body and saw that his pulse gradually stopped and his breath stopped. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. He looked up to the sky and howled miserably. He no longer had the demeanor of a great master.
Everyone around could feel the aura of despair coming from Gong Beixuan's body and couldn't help but remain silent. The faces of the official women in the pavilion also had different expressions.
However, no one could have imagined that Gong Beixuan, who was still crying, suddenly stepped out of the way and brought up the violent wind behind him, turning into a pillar of red gold fire and striking at Zhuo Mufeng in the corner of the ring.
A few days ago, he almost killed Zhuo Mufeng with this move.
Zhuo Mufeng stood quietly on the spot, as if he didn't react. Before Wu Guanting in the audience took action, Zhuge Zhen, as the referee, snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves, and shook the red gold fire pillar with his solid strength.
Bang!
The red gold fire pillar turned into countless flames and spattered on the spot, exposing Gong Beixuan's body. He had a look of deep hatred on his face. Although his body was displaced, he endured the pain of the rush of energy and blood and reached out to Zhuo Mufeng again.
It's a pity that Zhuge Zhen has already arrived on the stage. As the seventh master in the previous Tianxing Ranking, he has retired from the world for decades. Zhuge Zhen's martial arts cannot be underestimated. He pushed with one hand and his powerful palm force immediately knocked Gong Beixuan away.
Shocked and flew out.
Gong Beixuan staggered back, shook a few times, and spat out a stream of blood from his mouth.
Zhuge Zhen said coldly: "Gong Beixuan, have you forgotten the rules of the Fengyun Conference?"
Gong Bei
Hearing this, Zhuo Mufeng sneered inwardly. He didn't say anything, but the villain complained first.
This fellow was not one to swallow his anger, and immediately said angrily: "You husband and wife failed to teach your children well, and for your own selfish purposes, you kidnapped and persecuted Wu Yuanyuan. Fortunately, I arrived in time and prevented you from succeeding.
As a result, not only did you not want to repent, but you even worsened your situation. This time you set up a trap to harm me. If it weren't for the help of an incredible person, your conspiracy would have succeeded! Now Zhuo is just seeking revenge, but in your mouth, it has become cruel and ruthless?
In my opinion, the act of kidnapping a decent woman by using your power to bully others is truly a disgrace to the righteousness of the world, and you deserve to die!"
The death of his son and wife was Gong Beixuan's greatest pain, but Zhuo Mufeng exposed the scars in public and humiliated him wantonly. He felt his forehead buzzing, and he almost exploded with shameful anger.
"You bastard, die!" Gong Beixuan roared and rushed forward with red eyes.
Zhuge Zhen frowned. Originally, he had some sympathy for Gong Beixuan, and he was even more grateful for the deep love between his husband and wife. But when Zhuo Mufeng said it, and Gong Beixuan's unreasonable behavior, he suddenly lost all good feelings, and he snorted and waved his hands.
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The two sides were not at the same level at all. Soon, Gong Beixuan was knocked away again. He vomited blood and half-knelt on the ground in embarrassment.
Zhuo Mufeng hid behind Zhuge Zhen and cursed: "Gong Beixuan, I have never challenged you, but you want to kill me in public. Where do you put the Fengyun Conference, where do you put the heroes of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and where do you put me?"
Where was the Eastern Zhou Dynasty placed?"
The sound was rolling like thunder, and it was so loud that it was really upright and awe-inspiring.
Zhuge Zhen's mouth twitched when he heard this. Is this kid reminding himself? According to the rules of the Fengyun Conference, if someone in the audience kills a combatant without any reason, he can be punished on the spot.
Gong Beixuan's actions were unabashed and had already formed the conditions for action.
Everyone in the Sanjiang League in the audience was not idle either. Seeing that the eldest young master almost suffered a loss, they were all frightened and shouted loudly that they should handle it fairly.
The elders and disciples of the three sects of Black Night Villa made it clear that they were against the Sanjiang Alliance, and immediately said that it was Mr. Mei and Senior Zhuge who made the decision, and it was not your turn to force the palace.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Mei Shanhui, who was in the pavilion in the middle, saw the behavior of this group of people in the world, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, and asked: "Wu Bing, with your eyesight, who is Zhuo Mufeng?"
Are you hiding your strength? Or is it because of your rapid progress in the past few days?"
His expression was calm, but the Eighth Prince and the Ninth Princess detected a hint of something cold at the end.
The sickly middle-aged man coughed a few times and then said: "There are countless strange people and strange people in the world, and there are countless wonderful ancient methods. However, even in the Twelve Holy Lands, it is impossible for a person to climb several steps in a few days.
"
Mei Shanhui raised his eyes slightly: "What if it is the Demon Emperor Pearl?"
The Eighth Prince and the Ninth Princess were shaken all over. It is said that the Demonic Emperor Pearl contains the inner strength of the masters of the Demon Sect in the past, which is enough to make a person reborn in the shortest time.
The sickly middle-aged man shook his head and chuckled: "The internal power of the Demon Emperor Pearl is not trivial, and it comes from the same lineage of the Demon Sect. How can you absorb it without practicing the corresponding internal power? Besides, there is no trace of demonic energy in this child's internal power, so it is absolutely impossible."
In the early stage of the Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique, he cultivated the Dao Body and Dao Heart, which invisibly saved Zhuo Mufeng from a catastrophe.
Mei Shanhui nodded. In fact, he didn't think it was the Demon Emperor Pearl. It was just that Zhuo Mufeng's performance was so shocking that he couldn't help but ask, and put down the tea cup: "Yi Wubing means, this child should have been hidden before.
What’s the strength?”
Sickly middle-aged: "I observed Zhang Ru and found that he lost two fingers on his right hand. They were new injuries in the past few days, and they are probably related to Zhuo Mufeng.
But judging from the performance of both parties, Zhuo Mufeng was not Zhang Ru's opponent at that time, so it should be the work of the unparalleled man he said. According to my judgment, Zhuo Mufeng had hidden his strength before and got help from the unparalleled man.
, some improvement.”
Zhang Ru had gone on stage to fight several times before, but because her attack speed was too fast, few people noticed the condition of her right hand. However, she was noticed by the sickly middle-aged man who seemed not to pay attention to the battle. This insight made the Eighth Prince and Nine
The princess was secretly speechless.
Mei Shanhui's old face collapsed, and he suddenly turned around: "Did Wu Bian guess the identity of that incredible man?"
The expression of the sickly middle-aged man changed, with a bit of admiration and a bit of reverence: "Fifty years ago, there was a swordsman in the world who never killed anyone in his life. Anyone who offended him would be punished by him.
Cut off two fingers..."
The rest of the words were not spoken, because Mei Shanhui's expression also changed drastically. As a military commander, he should have been arrogant, but his heart trembled slightly because of the name of a Jianghu man.
Mei Shanhui is not ashamed. He controls millions of soldiers and has so much power that even the top master on the Star Ranking cannot get close to him.
But he knew very well that in this world, there were a few terrifying people who could threaten his life and death with their own strength. To truly capture the head of an admiral among a million soldiers would be like picking something out of a bag.
Even the five major royal families in the world would not dare to easily provoke or offend those few people, and would keep a respectful distance from them.
The person who likes to chop off two fingers of people and keep them as souvenirs is one of them.
It is said that Kuanglong is the number one genius in the martial arts world of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty in a hundred years, but that is because the above-mentioned guy is too mysterious.
Some people say that he debuted more than fifty years ago and is only sixty or seventy years old now, but others say that he has already passed the threshold of one hundred and fifty years old, but because his martial arts is too high, he cannot be seen from the outside.
come out.
As for that person's life experience and age, there is still no conclusion. Therefore, when the Jianghu in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty discussed the heroes of the past century, that person was never included in the scope of discussion.
Otherwise, even with the majesty of a mad dragon, it will be overshadowed.
"Sword Saint Xiang Wuji, is this person still alive?" Mei Shanhui murmured to himself.
The sickly middle-aged man said: "I would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist. Regardless of whether the Sword Saint passed by here that night and casually saved the mad dragon, but since this possibility exists, we must treat it with caution to avoid spreading the word.
, thinking we don’t take him seriously.”
These words made Mei Shanhui's old face twitch. A dignified Jiedu envoy, even the current imperial court did not dare to do anything to him, but he was so scrupulous about a person who didn't even show his face. It was a joke to spread the word.
But Mei Shanhui didn't dare to bet. Those people who were on the lists of the major dynasties were disappearing one by one. No one knew whether they were dead or not. If they were not dead and were still remembered, it would be really hard to say.
Not out.
You can only be a thief for a thousand days, so how can you guard against a thief for a thousand days?
After weighing the situation, Mei Shanhui winked at the sick-looking middle-aged man. The sick-looking middle-aged man coughed a few times, and an invisible sound wave was transmitted to Zhuge Zhen's ears on the ring.
The latter's bright light flashed, and he said coldly to Gong Beixuan, who was on the verge of madness: "In front of everyone, you are ignoring the rules set by the Fengyun Conference. This is not allowed."
Whoosh!
The figure flashed, and before Gong Beixuan could react, a powerful and heavy palm had already pressed on the top of his head.
Amidst the sound of cracking bones, Gong Beixuan's seven orifices were bleeding, and he fell straight to the ground and died, with a look of confusion and relief on his face.
Although he couldn't take revenge, which made him unwilling and regretful, he could at least be reunited with his wife and children.