Start the Nine Suns Divine Art, marry Zhou Zhiruo

"It's only because of your compassion and kindness, master, that you dare to ask for it. I hope you can save the life of the father of the child in my womb."

"In this way, even if I form a grass ring, I will definitely repay the master's great kindness."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "General Song used the army at the foot of the mountain and the people all over the world to exert pressure, and the head of the Zhou family even asked for permission with the child in his womb."

"Originally, I should let him go as an old Taoist, but who is going to intercede for my little apprentice who died tragically? Who is going to pity my little apprentice who died at a young age?"

"Old man, I can let Song Qingshu go, but how can I let my apprentice under the nine springs rest in peace?"

He pointed to the chair brought by the Wudang disciples and said, "Since Master Zhou is pregnant, let's just sit aside and watch the battle!"

"As for Song Qingshu's life or death, I will leave it to God's will. As long as he can block my three moves, my master has done his best for Shenggu!"

After Zhang Sanfeng said these words, his expression seemed to be much older, and his body looked a little rickety. His disciples beside him couldn't help but shed tears at this moment, and they all knelt down and bowed down.

Song Yuanqiao even burst into tears, and said with a choked voice: "Master, it's all disciples who can't teach their children well, so it's embarrassing for you old man."

"I will kill this evil son with one sword, and avenge my seventh junior brother."

As he spoke, he got up and pulled out the long sword at his waist with a clang sound, with tears streaming down his face, and walked slowly towards Zhou Tong.

"Master Zhou, if you want to blame, blame me!"

"Qingshu went the wrong way. It's my father's fault that I failed to teach him well."

Song Yuanqiao gritted his teeth and said, "However, it is only right and proper to kill someone to pay for his life. You mother and son, don't blame me for being cruel!"

As he said that, he was about to raise his sword and chop to kill.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves, knocked down the long sword in his hand, and said solemnly: "Yuanqiao, if you still recognize me as your master, you will retreat immediately."

"Master..." Song Yuanqiao raised his head to the sky and screamed, his voice full of grief and helplessness.

"Back off!" Zhang Sanfeng turned his back to Song Yuanqiao, looked at Zhou Tong and said, "Leave this matter to me."

On the side, Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting and others helped Song Yuanqiao, who was almost staggered to the ground, to step back and leave the field.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zhiruo's face suddenly turned pale, and her fists were clenched together.

Zhou Tong walked slowly to her side, held her in his arms, and said, "Silly woman, why are you still here?"

"Because you are my husband!"

"I don't want you to die!" Zhou Zhiruo tightly grasped Zhou Tong's sleeve, as if she was afraid that he would leave her in a blink of an eye.

Chapter 57 Understanding the Truth in the Battle

Zhou Tong possessed himself, and whispered softly in Zhou Zhiruo's ear: "Zhiruo, don't worry, I've already made arrangements."

"No matter what, I will definitely survive and watch the birth of the child with you."

Then he gently let go of Zhou Zhiruo, and said with a smile: "How could I be willing to leave you, wait for me, let's go down the mountain together!"

Perhaps because of being pregnant, Zhou Zhiruo's heart softened a lot, her eyes turned red, and she wanted to cry, but she held back.

There was water in her eyes, she forced a smile, and said, "Okay, my child and I trust you, my husband must be the strongest."

Zhou Tong watched him show a bright smile, then turned around and stepped, standing not far from Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master, please enlighten me." He clasped his fists and saluted, and said loudly.

Zhang Sanfeng looked calm, and said calmly: "You can choose what weapon you use."

At this time, the two are located in the martial arts arena outside the hall. There is a weapon rack on the side of the martial arts arena, and there are [-] kinds of weapons on it.

Zhou Tong was also polite, and went straight to the weapon rack, picked out a Yanyue knife, and then stroked the blade with his palm, imprinting the shape and size of the knife in his heart.

Then he slashed twice casually to get used to the force of the knife.

He naturally doesn't need to do this when dealing with ordinary Jianghu masters, even if he chops his palms as a knife, he can kill people.

But when dealing with Zhang Sanfeng, a supreme master of heaven and man, one must not be negligent or underestimated.

After getting familiar with him briefly, he stood opposite Zhang Sanfeng again, and said, "Master, please be merciful."

Zhang Sanfeng said slowly: "I only use three moves, whether it is life or death depends on your luck."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, made a seal with his right hand, and then slammed it down suddenly.

The moment he made a move, his whole body seemed to be one with the entire sky, and the fist in his hand seemed to turn into an ancient seal surrounded by yin and yang, and smashed down from the sky.

In just a split second, Zhou Tong felt an extremely terrifying aura, which turned into a mountain and ruthlessly suppressed him.

The Zhang Sanfeng in front of him looked like a fairy, and the fist in his hand was also light, but in Zhou Tong's telepathy, it seemed that the whole Wudang Mountain was lifted by his hand and hit him.

This punch, in the eyes of everyone, was light and calm, without causing a strong wind or tearing the air, just like a child messing around.

However, Zhou Tong was completely locked by it, and he had no way to avoid it, so he could only block it hard.

The moment the fist and palm landed in front of Zhou Tong, it changed from movement to stillness. At the same time, an incomparably terrifying force exploded as if the sky was falling apart.

boom!Boom!Boom!

ferocious!tough!overbearing!

At this moment, Zhou Tong couldn't even describe the power in front of him, how vast, ferocious and terrifying it was, like a mountain falling down, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the terrifying power could sweep away everything and suppress the universe.

"Damn, this old Taoist priest really wants to punch me to death." Zhou Tong roared in his heart, and the true energy in his body circulated to the extreme, gushing out like a landslide and tsunami, his long hair flew upside down, and his clothes flew upside down. The robe bulged and made a rattling noise.

"The blue dragon roars to the sky!"

Accompanied by his roar, terrifying true energy surged on the blade, as if there was a sudden flash of thunder, and accompanied by the sound of thunder, he slashed at the enemy.

Keng!

The Yanyue Dao struck three inches before Zhang Sanfeng's fist, and was struck by that powerful force, making a clanging sound, just like a blacksmith's sledgehammer striking iron.

Zhou Tong vomited blood suddenly after being hit by the terrifying counter-shock force, but instead of retreating, he roared angrily: "The blue dragon descends the demon."

This is the most violent move among Qinglong's Seven Killing Knives, and it is a strong attacking knife technique for frontal attack.

At this time, the true energy in Zhou Tong's body seemed to evolve into Fuxi's gossip, which condensed the true meaning of Taoism's subjugation of demons in the body, and then integrated the divine power of subduing demons into the knife.

With a single slash, the light of the knife tore through the sky, and the wind surged, as if turning into a real dragon, roaring and roaring.

However, Zhang Sanfeng punched like a bang, the real dragon exploded, the light of the saber shattered, and Zhou Tong was thrown upside down with his saber.

Even so, there is still a terrible blow of fist wind, and it is necessary to completely suppress and kill it.

Zhou Tong's viscera were severely injured by just one punch, he coughed up blood non-stop, and the clothes in front of him were stained red.

However, his eyes were cold, and even though he was thrown upside down by the blow, he still mobilized his true energy and shot a green dragon claw in the sky, splitting the chasing wind.

With a single slash, Zhou Tong was smashed into the ground. The hard ground paved with bluestone was directly cracked, and gravel and dust flew.

The skin on his whole body was cracked, and blood flowed out from all over his body, making him look extremely miserable.

Fortunately, after the punch was finally blocked, Zhang Sanfeng didn't continue to attack, so he had a temporary respite.

"Husband!" Zhou Zhiruo, who was originally sitting on a chair outside the martial arts arena, couldn't help standing up and screaming.

Even Jingxu and Jingxuan, who were following behind her, changed their expressions drastically. They never thought that Zhou Tong, who was brave and invincible on the battlefield, would be severely injured by Zhang Sanfeng's punch and fell to the ground, covered in blood.

"Is this the strength of Zhang Sanfeng, the great master of martial arts?" Jingxuan murmured, his expression full of shock and disbelief.

Jingxu supported Zhou Zhiruo at the side, and said with some concern: "Master, you must not be too excited, even if it is for the sake of the child in your belly, you must take care of your body."

Zhou Zhiruo wiped away the tears that fell down her face at some unknown time, and said with a choked up voice, "I see, Senior Sister, don't worry."

She kept taking deep breaths, suppressing her worry and panic, not letting herself cry anymore.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's punch in the field, Yu Lianzhou couldn't help being shocked, and said: "Master, the old man must have broken through to the supreme realm of the unity of man and nature."

"This fist is exactly the Taijiquan created by his old man, but its power is more than twice as strong as before?"

Song Yuanqiao's expression was gloomy, and he didn't say a word. He was obviously only in his early 50s, but at this moment, he looked more vicissitudes than those 70-[-]-year-olds.

Seeing him like this, the other senior brothers wanted to persuade him, but they didn't know where to start, so they could only sigh silently.

"Song Qingshu harmed others as well as himself, what a crime!"

Just when everyone's thoughts were fluctuating, Zhou Tong finally circulated his pure Yang Qi and struggled to stand up from the ground.

He deliberately didn't use the most exquisite and perfect Azure Dragon Going to Sea move just now, just because he wanted to use it as his trump card.

But Zhang Sanfeng's strength is really too terrifying, even though he used the three moves of Qinglong Xiaotian, Qinglong Conquering Demon and Qinglong Claw in succession, he was still severely injured and vomited blood, which was terrible.

Fortunately, with Nine Suns Divine Art and Qiankun Great Teleportation body protection, his seemingly miserable injuries are only flesh injuries.

The most serious injury to the internal organs, under the operation of the two divine arts, is only a minor injury and will not affect his combat power.

The true qi in Zhou Tong's body circulated, he quickly recovered the injuries in his lungs and viscera with the Nine Yin Manual of Healing, and then stepped forward, saying in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Master, for your mercy, and please teach me the second trick."

In his eyes, the shadow of the punch just now was constantly circulating, and the Great Teleportation of the Universe and the Nine Suns Divine Art completely imprinted a part of his martial arts essence.

At this time, Zhou Tong could clearly feel that the three sword techniques he had just performed had gained various comprehensions during the collision, and they could become more perfect with a little deduction.

Especially the most profound Azure Dragon Conquering Demons, which was originally comprehended, was originally derived from Fuxi's gossip.

At this time, comprehending the profound meaning of Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan, he immediately learned by analogy, and gained a lot. It is not far from realizing the profound meaning and the unity of man and nature.

In Zhou Tong's heart, the true meaning of Taoism's gossip to subdue demons circulated. Although his body was covered in blood, his momentum became more and more fierce.

Chapter 58 One Sword Divides Yin and Yang

Zhang Sanfeng's hair was disheveled, his robe fluttered with the mountain wind, and he had an extraordinary demeanor, as if he was going to become a fairy at any time.

He looked at Zhou Tong, put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, using his fingers as a sword, raised his chest flat, and there seemed to be a moment of silence between the sky and the earth.

The wind calmed down, the heaven and the earth chilled, and Yu Lianzhou's face changed slightly. As the strongest martial artist among the Wudang Seven Heroes, he already felt the horror of this sword.

Zhou Tong, who was seriously injured, was even more horrified. In just a moment, his face suddenly turned pale, as if there was no blood left.

"Is this the Tai Chi sword?"

He gritted his teeth and said every word, his heart beating violently, feeling the crisis of death.

The gust of wind suddenly rose beside Zhang Sanfeng, turning into a terrifying storm vortex, as if there was a cycle of yin and yang.

In the place where yin and yang qi blend, there is a trace of the great way that opens up yin and yang. That is what Taoism calls 'Taiyi', which is the 'one' that separates yin and yang in Taiji!

At this moment, the yin and yang qi in the Tai Chi circulated, colliding with the most terrifying Taiyi sword light in the world, which landed on Zhang Sanfeng's sword finger.

As this sword light flew over, Zhang Sanfeng emitted an incomparably terrifying sword energy, an unimaginable power, suddenly emanating from him, causing the world to change color.

At this time, Zhou Tong had already activated the pure yang energy in his body to the extreme, and the knife light on the Yanyue knife was flowing, with a cold light flickering.

He gritted his teeth and panted heavily, as if he was carrying a great burden at the moment, but when he looked up, he saw only the vast sky, only a sword across the sky, nothing else.

"cut!"

Zhang Sanfeng's voice seemed to come from the ethereal sky, indifferent and ruthless, like a punishment from heaven.

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind came suddenly, and he danced wildly with the wind in his Taoist robe, and stabbed out with a sword in the yin and yang air currents.

On Wudang Mountain, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and suddenly there seemed to be only an ancient long sword left between the sky and the earth on the top of the mountain.

It seems that the heaven and the earth have just opened, and it seems that the majesty is divided first. A sword light cuts through Yin and Yang, and tears the chaos.

Zhou Tong roared angrily, like an ant with the arms of a praying car, no longer caring about hiding his strength, he slashed out like a blue dragon going out to sea.

However, no matter how crazy he was, he still couldn't enter the wonderful realm of harmony between man and nature again.

The endless sword light turned into a blue sea and blue sky, and a blue dragon went out to sea, striding across the sky.

A ray of sword light pierced through the air, and only a "puff" sound was heard, and the saber energy, like the blue sea and blue sky, disappeared like an ebb tide.

"Azure Dragon Bodyguard!"

Zhou Tong's eyes were about to burst, and the long knife in his hand turned around at a mysterious angle, and in an instant he slashed out eighteen knives to protect his body.

Keng!

As if there was a dragon howling and howling, the body of the green dragon was torn apart on the spot, and blood spilled into the sky!

That was the breaking of the Yanyue knife, and it was Zhou Tong's blood gushing like a spring, splashing around, staining the void red.

Up and down Wudang Mountain, everyone looks up.

With Zhang Sanfeng's sword qi, he broke the Qinglong's sea-going posture, shattered the Qinglong's protective body, cut off the Yanyue knife, pierced Zhou Tong's chest with a sword, and came out through the chest.

Everyone was stunned, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Zhou Tong's face was like gold paper, crumbling. He also seemed a little confused, a little unbelievable. After looking down at the bloody wound on his chest, he frowned slightly, and then sighed softly. Take a breath.

"Swordsman, sharp edge!"

His voice echoed in the air, as if full of loneliness and emotion.