Start the Nine Suns Divine Art, marry Zhou Zhiruo

For Song Yuanqiao, he has a lot of respect in his heart, and because of the blood relationship and sins of this body, he is a little more tolerant and tolerant.

but……

Why did he hurt Zhou Zhiruo!

At this moment, Zhang Wuji rushed over and said eagerly: "Song Qingshu, let go of Zhiruo, I'll heal her."

Zhou Tong's emotions were intertwined at this time, and he was already mad with hatred. Hearing this, he punched Zhang Wuji back ten steps.

"Get out of here!"

He carefully placed Zhou Zhiruo in front of him, sat cross-legged facing each other, then put his palms together, and circulated the Nine Yin Manual of Healing to heal his wounds.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at him, at the man in front of him who was angry, anxious, worried, and even hiding a trace of fear, his eyes were full of smiles.

At this moment, she didn't even have the slightest fear of death, what she had was just peace of mind.

"Zhou Zhiruo, practice kung fu with me to heal your wounds. If you die, I'll be a ghost and I won't let you go." Zhou Tong couldn't help but growl and said anxiously.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, and also operated the Nine Yin Manual to activate the healing method.

Both sides sat cross-legged, the pure yang qi and the most yin zhenqi circulated alternately in the palms of both sides, coupled with the simultaneous operation of the Nine Yin Manual of Healing, it fell into silence for a while.

People in the rivers and lakes looking at the husband and wife sitting cross-legged on the court to heal their wounds couldn't help but look at each other. Everything that happened between the ups and downs was so tortuous and bizarre that it even made people feel unimaginable.

Whether it was father and son fighting each other, or Zhou Zhiruo sacrificing herself to block the sword, everyone's hearts were shaken, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

At this moment Zhao Min walked up to Zhang Wuji's side, took his arm, and asked worriedly: "Wuji, are you alright?"

Zhang Wuji's complexion was extremely complicated, he slowly shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Seeing that he had been staring at Zhou Zhiruo worriedly, Zhao Min couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "The husband and wife are sincerely in love, so why should you, an outsider, worry about it here?"

"And that Song Qingshu looks gentle and elegant, but he is actually a man with deep scheming."

"I missed it before, but I didn't realize that this person has such a ruthless side, that he even wanted to kill his biological father."

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but interrupted her, saying: "Minmin, although I don't like Senior Brother Song's behavior, I am willing to say that he is not behind his back."

"Besides, when he faced Master Song just now, he kept avoiding him and never fought back. Even if he couldn't say a word of filial piety, the theory of killing his father cruelly is too much."...

Hearing this, Zhao Min raised her willow eyebrows upside down, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said with a bit of gritted teeth: "Zhang Wuji, you really don't know good people. You are here to worry about others, but you don't know that Song Qingshu How ruthless it is."

"Let me ask you, when Uncle Song was about to stab him to death with a sword, did you notice Song Qingshu's posture?"

Zhang Wuji frowned upon hearing this, and said, "At that time, he was standing there with his hands behind his back, standing motionless, facing Master Song, what's wrong with that?"

Zhao Min gritted his teeth bitterly and said: "We are all on the side, so we should be able to see clearly. Let me ask you, what did Song Qingshu do with his hands behind his back?"

Zhang Wuji couldn't help recalling carefully, his eyes widened suddenly in the next moment, he was horrified, and exclaimed in disbelief: "How is this possible? How dare Song Qingshu?"

"Why wouldn't he dare?" Zhao Min turned his back, and said with a whimpering voice, "I remind you kindly, but you treat me as a wicked woman with a vicious mind, and instead treat that cruel murderer as a good man."

"Zhang Wuji, why do you always treat others with kindness and kindness, but you always distrust me so much?"

Before Zhang Wuji could reply, Zhao Min laughed at himself and said, "Yes, in your eyes, I am a Mongolian, the princess of the Ten Great Yuan Dynasty, your enemy, and a ruthless witch..."

"In that case, I'll go!"

Zhang Wuji was reprimanded by Zhao Min's words, his face was red and his ears were red, and he was in a hurry. Seeing that the woman was about to leave in anger, he quickly grabbed Zhao Min and said in a low voice: "Minmin, it's all my fault, you shouldn't be suspicious again and again. You, I will always listen to you in the future, and I will never hesitate."

"You abandoned everything for me, how could I have the heart to let you leave me? Then, wouldn't I, Zhang Wuji, become the most heartless man in the world?"

The white-browed eagle king on the side saw this scene and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. My grandson is good at everything, but he is kind-hearted and doesn't have too many palaces. In front of a little girl like Zhao Min, he was eaten to death. .

At this time, Yin Liting walked to the center of the ring, pulled Song Yuanqiao who was out of his mind and said: "Master brother, this is the end, why don't we give Qingshu a chance."

"After this meeting is over, let him go to Wudang Mountain in person and deal with him according to the rules. How about you?"

Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's original sigh of relief dissipated immediately, and his whole body seemed to be much older, even his figure became hunched.

He threw the blood-stained long sword on the ground, turned around and left without saying a word.

Yin Liting looked at Zhou Tong, and said in a heavy tone: "Song Qingshu, this time, for the sake of the head of Zhou, I will let you go."

"If after the meeting is over, you are still greedy for life and afraid of death, and dare not go back to the teacher's door to plead guilty, don't blame me for going down Wudang Mountain myself and pressing you back into the mountain."

After that, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang are siblings, and Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu grew up together. As long as he thinks of Mo Shenggu's tragic death, he can't help but want to slash Song Qingshu with a sword.

At this time, in order to prevent the elder brother from facing the tragic situation of father and son killing each other, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, but he was full of anger and hatred towards Song Qingshu.

After the members of the Wudang faction left, the arena was suddenly empty, only Zhou Tong and Zhou Zhiruo crossed their knees and closed their eyes, facing each other with their palms facing each other, practicing kung fu to heal their injuries.

At this time, someone couldn't hold back, stood up and shouted: "Song Qingshu, how long will it take for the two of you, husband and wife, to heal your wounds?"

"Could it be that it takes ten and a half months for you to recover from your injuries, and I have to wait for ten days and midnight?"

"If you are unable to fight any more, quickly take your beautiful girl and get off the stage, so as not to delay the big guy's time."

Hearing the words, other people from the rivers and lakes in the surrounding area also booed one after another, yelling loudly to get down.

At this moment, Huashan sent an elder to rush up to the stage, and said triumphantly: "Song Qingshu, if you don't stay on the stage any longer, I will personally send you pair of fateful mandarin ducks back home together."

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Chapter 28 Kill until no one dares to speak out

Zhou Tong and Zhou Zhiruo sat cross-legged, with their palms facing each other, while running the Healing Chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, using internal force to stabilize the injuries of the internal organs.

However, during the healing process, an unexpected scene happened.

The inner force produced by the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Nine Yin Mantra unexpectedly merged with yin and yang, turning into the purest purple qi, which circulated in the bodies of the two.

Whether it was Song Qingshu's previous injuries or Zhou Zhiruo's injuries, they were all healing at a frightening speed.

Moreover, after being nourished and tempered by this purple qi, the internal strength of the two became more pure and vast, sweeping through the limbs and veins like a great river.

Although Zhou Tong and Zhou Zhiruo looked miserable with blood on their clothes at this moment, but in this short period of time, most of their injuries have been healed, and each other's internal strength has been greatly improved. Such good fortune is simply incredible.

At this time, Zhou Tong and Zhou Zhiruo slowly opened their eyes when they heard the clamor of the Huashan School. There was a flash of light in their eyes, and the light was shining in the daytime. It was obvious that the inner strength was so advanced that it was extremely terrifying.

Their eyes met each other, and there was a tacit understanding from the depths of their hearts. At the same time, they slowly closed their efforts and stood up.

Zhou Tong looked at Zhou Zhiruo and said, "Sit back and wait for me obediently, don't mess around again."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, she looked like a little lady from an ordinary family, demure and docile, without the slightest majesty of the head of Emei.

"You have to be careful, I would rather return without success this time than see you in trouble again."

Zhou Zhiruo opened her mouth, although it was the first time she uttered such words of concern, but there was no hesitation or entanglement, and the tenderness in her eyes was rippling like water waves, making people sink.

Zhou Tong smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, my husband will come back as soon as he goes."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to call the two Emei disciples to come over, and carefully helped Zhou Zhiruo back down.

Zhou Zhiruo waved her hand and said, "I'm already healed, so I don't need someone to support me."

Zhou Tong leaned into her ear and whispered: "Be obedient, even if you are pretending, you have to put on a pretense, otherwise the other people in the rivers and lakes present will regard us as monsters, thinking that you and I are just cross-legged As soon as you sit down, you will immediately recover from your injuries?"

Zhou Zhiruo's earlobes were reddened by the breath of the man next to her ear, and she couldn't help but want to run away, but obediently, she was supported by the two Emei disciples and retreated from the field.

The elder of the Huashan faction was already impatient with waiting, Zhou Zhiruo just left the stage, a cunning and sinister look flashed in his eyes, and said: "Song Qingshu, since you don't want to end by yourself, don't blame me for being cruel, Bullying you who are seriously injured."

This person spoke in a high-sounding manner, but before he finished speaking, he rushed out, a long sword like a gust of wind on a cliff, violent and fierce.

But the most insidious thing is the dozens of steel needles mixed in the sword light, covering up in the overwhelming sword light, and killing Zhou Tong together.

In Zhou Tong's eyes, there seemed to be a ray of golden light flashing, and at the very moment, he flicked his left hand, and it exploded with great force, hitting the cold blade.

Keng!

The sword light was like a spirit snake being hit seven inches, trembling violently and making a buzzing sound. …

At the same time, Zhou Tong waved his sleeve with his right palm, and under the swaying of his internal force, a violent wind blew up, rolled up the dozens of steel needles, and shot towards the direction they came from more quickly.

puff!

The elder in Huashan never thought that his hidden weapon would kill him, and he had no time to react, so he passed the dozens of steel needles through his body.

In particular, one of the steel needles directly protruded from the center of the center of his brows, penetrating through the skull, making his brows seem to have a little rouge.

"You...you mean..."

The elder of the Huashan faction pointed at Zhou Tong, with strong resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, and he fell down suddenly.

"Despicable? Heh, I'm just using my own way to deal with my own body."

Zhou Tong waved his sleeves and turned around, ignoring the discussions of the audience and the angry eyes of the Huashan School disciples, and after someone dragged away the corpses on the field, he said indifferently: "Who else is going to die?"

"Song Qingshu, do you think this can scare us?"

"This old man has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and the life-and-death struggles he has experienced are actually beyond the imagination of a brat like you."

"Next, let the old man avenge the fellow martial artists who died tragically at the scene."

Kongtong sent an old man to rise into the sky and rushed directly to the sky above the ring. His voice was still echoing, and his fists and palms were smashed down like meteorites.

"Kongtong School, Seven Injuries Fist!"

Zhou Tong recognized the boxing method used by the enemy. Speaking of which, the general outline of Qishangquan has an extremely ambitious intention.

It is to reconcile the qi of the five internal organs and five elements, as well as the yin and yang qi of the human body, and use a special secret method to explode in the fist and palm,

The punch was punched out with great momentum, containing seven different strengths.

Or fierce, or feminine, or soft in the rigid, or rigid in the soft, or horizontal, or straight, or retracted...

If the enemy couldn't stop this continuous and unpredictable force, his internal organs would be crushed, and he would vomit blood and die on the spot.

The profound meaning of martial arts contained in the Qishang boxing method is extremely profound, and Zhou Tong was extremely interested in this boxing method in his previous life.

At this time, when he was confronting the Qishangquan, what he did was extremely fierce, he did not dodge or dodge, fist to fist, head-on collision, and did not take half a step back.

boom!boom!boom!

The two sides collided with 17 punches in succession, and the blows were surrounded by strong winds, flying sand and rocks, and even the shadows of people could not be seen clearly.

Zhou Tong has the body protection of the Nine Suns, and he has rebuilt his foundation through the Bone Forging Chapter of the Book of Changes. How can he be afraid of the enemy's Seven Injuries Fist that has not yet mastered it?

After fighting seventeen punches in succession, Zhou Tong's face wasn't red, he couldn't breathe, and he even had the mind to feel and figure out the mystery of the strength of the enemy's Seven Injuries Fist.

But the elder of the Kongtong sect was counterattacked by the internal strength of the boxing, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

With the dominance of Zhou Tong's Fumo Fist, coupled with the backlash from his own Seven Injuries Fist, even the fragments of internal organs were spit out along with the blood.

The face of the Kongtong sect elder was like gold paper, he coughed blood non-stop, his body staggered back, and then he fell headfirst on the ground, and he seemed to be dying.

"Song Qingshu, you are so cruel!" Kongtong sent five elders to the scene at the same time. Seeing this scene, they were furious and rushed to the field at the same time, surrounding Zhou Tong. …

"It's a lot of age. Instead of enjoying the blessings in the mountains, I have to learn from young people to fight hard, and even disregard the rules of the rivers and lakes."

"Since you don't obey the rules, don't blame me for being cruel."

Song Qingshu was determined to establish his prestige, and he unleashed the Nine Shadows' movement technique, instantly transforming into four figures, and smashed down with the Great Demon Fist, colliding with the enemy head-on.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Accompanied by four deafening crashes, the four elders of the Kongtong faction flew upside down, spewed out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and fell to the ground with a miserable howl. I can't get up.

"Who else wants to die?"

Zhou Tong stepped on the blood, surrounded by the wailing voices of the elders of the Kongtong sect, and asked in a cold tone, with such a murderous aura that no one dared to speak out for a while.

But at this moment, the disciples of the Kongtong Sect roared with incomparable grief and anger, breaking the silence of the scene.

"Song Qingshu, if you dare to kill the five elders of the Kongtong Sect, we will fight you."

Seeing that dozens of disciples of the Kongtong Sect were about to surround him, Zhou Tong looked at Kong Zhi who was not far away with a sneer and said: "As the host of the Shaolin Temple, it just watched You Xiaoxiao break the rules, but turned a blind eye. ?"

"If that's the case, then what's the point of martial arts? All sects and sects will simply fight here, blood will flow like a river, and whoever survives in the end will be the winner."

"Master Kongzhi, what do you think?"

Seeing this, Kongzhi said loudly: "The 36 disciples of Luohan Hall listen to the order!"

Thirty-six Shaolin monks in yellow robes jumped out, eighteen of them held Zen sticks and eighteen held sabers.

Each of them has a bronze-colored skin, their body is like a bronze bell, and their temples are bulging high. It is obvious that their internal and external skills have been cultivated to an extremely high level.

The first monk spoke, shaking the audience: "According to the decree of Master Kong Zhishu, the 36 monks in Luohan Hall supervise the rules of the hero meeting."

"Today's martial arts competition, if someone bullies the weak, he is the public enemy of the world's martial arts."

"I, Shaolin Temple, is the master, and I must maintain justice. No matter who violates the rules, they will be killed on the spot. There will be no mercy."