Start the Nine Suns Divine Art, marry Zhou Zhiruo

"It seems that it was really just an accident. I didn't expect such a careful plan of mine to show such flaws in the end."

"God, you are really too cruel to me..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Kun's body rushed towards Zhou Tong at an extremely terrifying speed.

"As long as I can kill this person, my plan can still proceed as usual. Anyone who dares to destroy my plan will only have a dead end."

Cheng Kun's pupils were filled with murderous intent, his left hand shot with invisible fingers, and his right hand shot like a thunderbolt, smashing Zhou Tong's head with a terrifying speed.

Zhou Tong's heart tightened, Cheng Kun's strength revealed at this moment had already reached the level of the Great Zhou Tian, ​​and the two major martial arts, Huanyin Finger and Thunderbolt Palm, one strong and one soft, one yin and one yang, erupted. The power is eye-catching.

The pure yang qi in his body surged like a great river, and the spiral nine shadows moved, avoiding the vicious phantom yin finger, and the big demon fist and thunderbolt palm collided suddenly.

crackle!

Zhou Tong could feel that there was an electric light explosion on his fist, which instantly tore his flesh and blood, and the pain penetrated to the bone marrow.

Especially the fierce and domineering internal force of the enemy, which swept in like waves, made him have to retreat.

After seven steps in a row, he stopped.

"Cheng Kun, Hunyuan Thunderbolt's hand, really deserves his reputation." He said every word, with an incomparably cold light flashing in his eyes.

Cheng Kun was also beaten back three steps by Zhigang Zhiyang's Big Fumo Fist, and his palms were numb from the shock, but he was relieved instead, and said with a sneer: "I thought it was some kind of master, but I never I think it's an incompetent bandit who hasn't even broken through the Great Zhou."

"Since you know the name of Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt hand, you dare to come to my door to die?"

"In that case, then I will fulfill you and send you on your way!"

Cheng Kun came here again. He practiced the "Hunyuan Kungfu" mental method, and his inner force can change from strength to softness, and he can do whatever he wants. Perfect.

At this time, in the night, when he shot with all his strength, it seemed as if a thunder had exploded, and it seemed that there were clouds flowing, and the yin and yang were changing. He was as fierce as he wanted, and he was extremely tyrannical.

Zhou Tong was beaten and retreated steadily. If it wasn't for the body protection of the Nine Suns and the mysterious and unpredictable Spiral Nine Shadows, he would have already been defeated by this time.

puff!

A vicious finger shattered his hair crown, causing Zhou Tong's hair to be disheveled, and even some strands of hair were cut off and slowly fell down.

"Next time, it will be your head that will be broken!" Cheng Kun scolded coldly, his right palm flashed across the night sky like a thunderbolt, fierce and domineering, with the power to destroy everything.

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Chapter 21 Blood-stained green shirt, eight-armed demon

The night was deep, and everything was silent.

But in this most remote corner of Shaolin Temple, there are the sound of cloth tearing and thunder crackling resounding, it is the fingering force of Huan Yin Finger and the palm wind of Thunderbolt Palm whistling.

This is the first time Zhou Tong has fought against a super master of the Great Zhoutian level, and his opponent is a veteran and strong man like Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt player.

For a while, he was beaten and retreated steadily, without the slightest strength to fight back.

Zhou Tong's eyes became colder and quieter, despite the enemy's offensive, he was as calm and unyielding as a rock.

Spiral Nine Shadows dodges the phantom Yin finger, the Great Fumo Fist collides with the Thunderbolt Palm, and the pure Yang Qi is like a great river, flowing endlessly.

No matter how domineering the enemy is, he still cannot completely defeat him.

As time went by, Zhou Tong's body had more and more wounds. The Yin Yin Finger was so mysterious that even he couldn't completely avoid it. The bloody wounds covered his body densely, and scarlet blood kept dripping down.

A pair of fists was even more bloody. In the head-on collision with the enemy, he suffered serious injuries, and the bones were deeply visible.

Under such circumstances, a flame of anger was burning in Zhou Tong's heart, and it became more and more intense, almost making his blood boil.

"If I can't even kill Cheng Kun, what else can I use against Zhang Wuji? Wouldn't all the schemes become a joke?"

"After fighting on the battlefield, can't you still kill a rat who only dares to hide in the dark?"

The anger and unwillingness in Zhou Tong's heart made his blood churn, and the wounds on his body and the dripping blood made him even more insane.

"If you die, you will die. How can you lose to Cheng Kun, a villain who only knows about plotting and plotting?"

"Kill me!"

Endless anger erupted completely, and the pure yang qi in the body poured out recklessly, regardless of the Great Subduing Demon Fist, bombarding the enemy's vital points.

He wasn't defending, even though the enemy's thunderbolt palm was about to strike between the eyebrows, Zhou Tong still blasted towards the enemy's head.

Even if I die, I will let you be buried with me!

A tragic aura of death to the enemy emerged from Zhou Tong's body, and Cheng Kun's face changed instantly. He changed his move instantly, and the thunderbolt palm supported the enemy's big demon fist.

It's terrible that Zhou Tong at this moment is like a madman, only attacking but not defending. No matter what moves the enemy uses, the Da Fu Mo Fist will kill the enemy's head.

I don't care what martial arts moves you use, even if you die, your head will be crushed!

This fierce and domineering aura unintentionally matched the true meaning of the Da Fu Mo Fist.

If you want to subdue the devil, you must first rectify your heart.

Without the belief that death is like home and the enemy is dead, how can you kill demons and demons, and there will be no disadvantages!

The heart is like a diamond, the eight winds do not move;

If the fist is crazy, it will never die!

Zhou Tong's boxing skills became more and more fierce, more powerful, and faster, and the pure yang energy in his body was so powerful that there were shadows of fists all over the sky.

"King Kong subdue demons, kill!"

"Eight arms reach the sky, kill!"

"Slay the demons, kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

Zhou Tong yelled angrily. At this moment, he was like a demon god, glaring at him with murderous aura.

The extreme speed made him seem to have eight arms, each with a fist, fierce and domineering, with the great power of a king kong to subdue demons. …

Cheng Kun was caught off guard by Zhou Tong's sudden change of momentum, and even his mind was taken by it.

For so many years, he has long been used to walking in the dark, using various schemes and tricks to put the enemy in a desperate situation.

His martial arts are undoubtedly terrifying, otherwise he would not be the master of the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun, and he would not have earned the title of Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand at a young age.

But after decades of hiding, he has long been used to hiding in the dark, used to showing up when the winning chance is in his hands, and giving the enemy a fatal blow.

Therefore, when Zhou Tong was desperate and showed the momentum to die with him, Cheng Kun began to retreat and defend.

"I am Cheng Kun, Hunyuan Thunderbolt, and I want to destroy Mingjiao and avenge my junior sister; I also want to wipe out all the heroes and heroes in the world at the Lion Slaying Heroes Conference..."

"I still have too many plans to complete, how can I die in the hands of such an unknown junior?"

When such a thought arose in his mind, Cheng Kun began to defend and retreat with peace of mind.

"This person hasn't opened up the two veins of Ren and Du. Such a reckless explosion consumes a lot of internal energy and is difficult to last."

"When his aura fades, I can easily defeat him."

Cheng Kun plotted secretly, but in the end, not only did he not wait for Zhou Tong's aura to subside, but instead made him understand the essence of the Great Fumo Fist. , The terrifying punch is almost suffocating.

"not good!"

Cheng Kun only felt his heart beating with fear, as if death was close at hand.

At this moment, he was afraid.

"Thunder."

Cheng Kun used the Hunyuan Kungfu to the extreme, causing the monk robe on his body to swell and make a sound of hunting, and the thunderbolt palm was used to the extreme, as if it was about to tear the night sky.

puff!

The Da Fu Mo Fist was fierce and unparalleled, and instantly defeated Cheng Kun's Thunderbolt Palm, but Zhou Tong's expression changed slightly. The enemy's seemingly powerful palm technique turned out to be just a feint.

The thunderbolt palm slashed, and at the moment of the collision, it turned from rigidity to softness, and in an instant, with the help of the enemy's strength, it retreated extremely quickly.

Even Zhou Tong couldn't help admiring Cheng Kun's subtle use of changing rigidity and softness, and flying back in the middle of a battle.

It's a pity that Cheng Kun couldn't completely undo the fierce force of the Da Fu Mo Fist. He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood, opened his arms, and flew away in the night sky like a big bird.

"If I let you run away, that would be a joke!" Zhou Tong used the Spiral Nine Shadows technique and immediately chased after him.

After chasing and fleeing, the two soon left Shaolin Temple, and chased in the forest of Shaoshi Mountain, gradually fading into the night.

……

Zhou Zhiruo stayed up almost all night, especially in the early hours of the morning, when there seemed to be chaos in the Shaolin Temple, and there were monks searching everywhere, which made him feel even more uneasy.

When it was daylight, Zhou Tong still hadn't come back, Zhou Zhiruo's hair was cold, and she already had some bad predictions.

Her eyes were cold, and she said in a murderous tone: "If something really happens to you, then I will let the entire Shaolin Temple be buried with you."

Time passed slowly, and all Emei disciples gathered together ahead of time, waiting for Zhou Zhiruo's order, but Zhou Tong's figure was not seen for a long time.

Many female disciples were even more puzzled and had various guesses.

But when they saw the indifferent face of their head, which was as indifferent as an eternal iceberg, and the icy aura that made people's heart jump, they all fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

Time seemed to pass extremely slowly, and the atmosphere in the residence where the Emei disciples lived was heavy and oppressive, making it almost impossible to breathe.

hum!hum!

The bell of Shaolin Temple rang, and the heavy bell reverberated throughout Shaoshi Mountain.

The lion-slaying hero meeting is about to begin!

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Chapter 22 Zhou Zhiruo's Choice

In Shaolin Temple, the bell rang, and heroes from all directions gathered together.

The members of the Emei Sect, led by the Zhike monk, came to sit in a wooden shed.

Zhou Zhiruo looked around, Wudang, Kongtong, Huashan, Kunlun, the Beggars' Gang...almost all the famous gangs in the world were present.

"The Shaolin Temple only relies on the word Xie Xun, and the Shaolin Temple can call on the heroes of the world with a single invitation card. Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Sword really touch people's hearts!" Sitting behind Zhou Zhiruo, Jingxuan couldn't help but feel emotional .

"I have noticed carefully just now that there are more than 600 martial arts people present, which can be said to have gathered more than half of the Jianghu. This kind of grand occasion has almost never been seen except for the six major factions besieging Guangmingding." Bei Jinyi also reluctantly I can't help but marvel that many seniors who live in seclusion have come out of the mountains.

Many martial arts people gathered together, and there were still grievances and entanglements with each other. If it wasn't for Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Sword, everyone at the scene would have already been fighting together.

After all the guests were seated, Kong Zhi walked to the center of the square, clasped his palms together and bowed, proclaiming the Buddha's name, and said: "Today, a hero from all over the world has come to honor me, and the Shaolin Sect is the most sensitive one."

"It's just that the senior abbot of our monastery fell seriously ill suddenly, and I specially ordered this old monk to come here to apologize."

Hearing the words, the heroes of the rivers and lakes present couldn't help being in an uproar.

"Why at such a critical moment? Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, didn't show up?"

"This is so strange. Master Kongwen has outstanding martial arts skills and profound Buddhist teachings. How could he suddenly become seriously ill and even be unable to show his face?"

"What the hell is Shaolin Temple doing?"

Almost all the people in the world were dissatisfied. Shaolin Temple summoned the heroes of the world, but at the most critical moment, the abbot Kongwen didn't show up.

In the wooden shed where Mingjiao was located, Zhao Min's complexion changed immediately. When she realized that something was wrong, she immediately approached Zhang Wuji and said, "No, we saw Master Kongwen the other day. How could a person with profound inner strength like Master Wen suddenly become ill?"

Zhang Wuji looked around, and said: "The Shaolin Temple is such a grand event, but Yuan Zhen and Chen Youliang are not seen, there must be something hidden in it."

While he was speaking, his eyes swept across the place where the Emei Sect was, and he saw Zhou Zhiruo from afar.

Zhang Wuji felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. The woman who had almost become his wife was now married to someone else.

"Zhiruo...why do you torture yourself like this for me?"

Thinking of what Zhou Dian said before, Zhang Wuji couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart, feeling worthless and pity for Zhou Zhiruo.

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts were improving day by day, so Zhang Wuji's long gaze naturally aroused her vigilance.

A icy cold light flashed in her eyes, and she looked towards where her eyes were located.

At this moment, his eyes met Zhang Wuji's.

Zhou Zhiruo's heart was filled with all kinds of embarrassment and pain, her palms were unconsciously clenched together, and her nails were dug into her flesh.

Up to now, she still couldn't forget the shame and humiliation she had suffered, and the heart-wrenching betrayal of that man. …

But the pain in her heart made her even more indifferent. Her eyes were as cold as ever, and just looking at them made people feel cold behind her back.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's expression, Zhang Wuji couldn't help murmuring while looking at her thinning figure, "Zhiruo, you have suffered..."

Although Zhou Zhiruo couldn't hear what Zhang Wuji was saying, she could feel the pity on his expression.