Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 18

[Chapter Eighteen]

“Old Lu! Elder! What do you mean?”

Shen Shou was so angry that he completely lost the calmness of the world’s No. 1 village owner. He wanted to scold him, but was stopped by his eldest son. Shen Baihe persuaded: “Father, Director Lu is also for the morality of martial arts. Our Abandoned Sword Villa is a well-known family and has its own rules of conduct. But I believe that the third brother is innocent. With so many seniors here, we will definitely be able to find out the truth. As for wronging the third brother.”

He was just standing and talking without back pain.

Zen Master Liu Ru is ready to start at any time. When a person of this level makes a move, it will be thunderous. If you die, I will live. Whether it is Shen Zhenyi or other people in the sky, the so-called truth, what else is there? significance?

Shen Zhenyi looked at the fire, but was not in a hurry, just nodded lightly and said, “Five, still a little lacking, is there anyone else out?”

His eyes swept to the remaining masters.

Shen Shou was his biological father, and he would never do it anyway. The rest of the people didn’t know how his good big brother got in touch.

Grandma Chihuo laughed dryly like a night owl, and with the dragon head crutches in her hand, her white hair fluttered, she stepped forward.

“Shen Zhenyi, you are so daring, grandma has to make fun of it today – who told you to interfere with the inheritance of my Lieyang Mansion and break the rules of my mansion, I can’t tolerate you!”

She is a thin old woman, but she is as heavy as a mountain when she walks, and the ground shakes in just a few steps.

Behind Grandma Chihuo, Chu Scorpion’s face was gloomy, and she winked at Shen Baihe from a distance.

She has been working so hard to sow discord and fan the flames for a while, but she has finally achieved results.

Shen Baihe lowered his eyebrows, as if he hadn’t seen it.

“Grandma!” Chu Huoruo was shocked. She used to be close to grandma. She was a carefree woman, and grandma’s expression was different from usual. She didn’t notice it at all. Eye.

“The third son taught me swordsmanship, but how does this violate the rules of Lieyang Mansion?”

Lieyang Palace competes with the sisters of the sect, and competes to win the commander. Originally, everyone was based on their abilities, and it was not forbidden to practice martial arts of different schools. Chu Huoruo was trained by Shen Zhenyi and broke through the seventh realm of martial arts. Grandma Chihuo was also so happy that she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, why is her statement completely different today?

Grandma Chihuo snorted coldly, “Show me Huo Luo, don’t let her act rashly!”

“Yes!” The guards beside her, each holding a sword, pointed at Chu Huoluo. Chu Huoluo had never seen such a battle before, and couldn’t help but burst into tears.

Shen Zhenyi said with a smile: “Grandma is thick on the outside and thin on the inside, I know that if I don’t get rid of me, Lieyang Mansion can only rely on me to abandon the sword. Today is the best chance to get rid of me. If so, if you want to take action, I don’t blame you.”

He could see clearly that the so-called breaking the rules of Lieyang Mansion was nothing more than an excuse for Grandma Chihuo to make a move.

This kind of arrogant master never wants to be subservient to others.

Grandma Chihuo was distracted by what he said, and she didn’t care. She raised her eyes to the sky and seemed to turn a deaf ear.

Jian Kuang Zuo Tianxing let out a long sigh, held his long sword and stepped forward in loneliness, shook his head and said, “Third Young Master, that day you killed the six ancient sword styles, I only learned three styles, and in about thirty years, there will be a chance to see through the back. There are two styles, but the last style, I am afraid that I may not be able to realize it in my lifetime.”

He looked desolate and said again: “In terms of swordsmanship, I can’t compare to the young master in the case of horses, but today, I can only ask the young master shamelessly.”

He also walked behind Zen Master Liuru.

Zuo Tianxing was considered a swordsman. He knew in his heart that as long as Third Young Master Shen was there, there would be a shadow in his heart. If he could not comprehend how Shen Zhenyi defeated him, he would never be able to gain an inch in his entire life.

And after two or three years of enlightenment, he finally realized that his talent was limited.

So anyway, he needs a victory.

Apart from Jiugongshan Zhiyuan Daoist who was frightened by Shen Zhenyi’s eyewitness, seven of the remaining nine masters wanted to join forces to fight against him.

Shen Shou was stunned, only to think that what happened today was absurd and weird, but he, the owner of the Abandoned Sword Villa, was powerless to stop it.

Shen Baihe stopped him.

This made Shen Shou realize in his heart, and only felt sadness coming from it.

The breath in his chest was retrograde, and he just felt annoyed and disgusting, and he couldn’t say a word.

The only remaining top ten masters who have not made a statement is the genius doctor Fu Zitong.

He and Shen Zhenyi were friends over a long period of time. A year ago, because he couldn’t cure Shen Zhenyi’s meridians, his head turned white overnight.

Shouldn’t he make a move?

Shen Zhenyi looked at the seven people on the opposite side, barely satisfied, and said with a smile: “The number of people is already there? Since that’s the case, please take action together. I just hope that the land of Jiuyou will not disappoint me too much, at least you can force me to come out for the first time. sword.”

His tone was understatement, not so much facing the challenge of a top expert, but just playing a game that was not very interesting.

“Wait!”

Fu Zitong’s eyes were bloodshot, and he slowly walked towards Zen Master Liuru.

He looked back at Shen Zhenyi, “It’s rare for old friends to gather together, how can I stand by? Let us, some old guys, learn the sword of the third son together.”

Shen Zhenyi was silent for a long time, and seemed to be a little surprised.

He looked at Fu Zitong carefully and sighed, “I didn’t expect Mr. Fu to be my enemy too.”

Fu Zitong laughed at himself: “Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded, “I was thinking badly, since someone arranged this big show, just to be safe, why would I miss you, Mr. Fu? Well, I will meet the eight masters in the world today and see Jiuyouzhi. What is so surprising about the martial arts of the earth?”

Except for his biological father, almost all the masters who have stepped into the eighth level of martial arts in today’s world have become enemies of Shen Zhenyi.

But he still didn’t change his face.

Even vaguely, there is still a little hope.

Zen master Liuru, Mad Xian, Xu Buliu, the leader of the magic sect, Fu Zitong, a genius doctor, Zuo Tianxing, the sword mad, Chihuo Grandma, Lu Dingfu, the manager of the abandoned sword villa, and Chang Letian, the leader of the Dagan Gang.

The name of each of these eight people can cause a shock when placed in the land of Jiuyou.

But now they have to gather the strength of eight people to deal with a boy in a wheelchair together.

None of them dared to be slighted.

Especially Xu Buliu, who had shot just now, still has lingering fears, frowning and thinking about the means.

This is the land of nine secluded places, a situation that has never existed before.

“Everyone.” Zen Master Liu Ru said in a deep voice, “Today’s battle is no trivial matter. Although the eight of us have never joined forces, we should all know the advancement and characteristics of our martial arts like the back of the hand, and we don’t need to force cooperation. How’s it going?”

Their martial arts cultivation base has already reached the realm of sitting in front of the gods. There is no need to force cooperation, as long as you can go all out, you will naturally be able to form a joint force – any one of them is enough to crack mountains and rocks, and the combined force of eight people will surely be able to turn the world upside down!

“good!”

Crazy Immortal was the first to applaud and agree.

The rest of the people looked at each other, knowing that there was no better plan, and nodded together.

“Then the old man has overstepped!” Chan Master Liu Ru stepped out first and pushed out with a flat palm at Shen Zhenyi. He seemed to have little power, but he saw that the rainbow colors around him were changing and changing. Bodhicitta.

With this glazed and clear cultivation technique, he assumed the responsibility of defense and guided everyone to occupy one side.

This old monk is worthy of being an eminent Buddhist monk, but he still has a bit of tolerance.

Crazy Immortal laughed loudly and rose into the air, transforming into nine shadows, moving indefinitely in the glass rainbow of Bodhicitta. He cooperated tacitly with Zen Master Liuru, and under the blessing and rule of Bodhicitta, the power of Dahua Dream Dharma increased sharply!

Xu Buliu sneered, and no longer held back, biting the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood protruded, and it suddenly turned into a black light.

The body uses the unique magic, and exerts it to the extreme.

Fu Zitong waved his hands rapidly, displaying the unique skills of the Thousand Avalokitesvara, turning two into four, four into eight, and even the phantom of a thousand hands and a thousand arms, densely packed.

Zuo Tianxing drew out a sword, the sword was like a green lotus, which attracted the wind of the sky and shone with dazzling eyes.

Grandma Chihuo stretched out her palm, the blood in her palm was red, the pure yang was blazing hot, within three feet, the white air was transpiring, the branches were withered, and there was no fire spontaneously igniting.

Lu Dingfu’s cold iron hands, his hands are like iron, reflecting the luster of metal, which is easy to be overcome.

Chang Letian’s Guan Wangdao, moving forward, slashed through the sky with a roar like a mournful cry.

The power of one person can conquer a city.

Eight people work together, who can stop?

Shen Zhenyi just watched coldly, his hands resting on the armrests of the wheelchair, leaning against the back of the chair comfortably.

There is no sword in his hand.

His sword had long been buried in the Sword Tomb of the Back Mountain.

Each of the eight masters said that they wanted to learn his swordsmanship, but none of them gave him a chance to draw his sword—there might be only one line between masters, and even if it was cheap, they would all take advantage of it.

“Three sons!”

Chu Huoluo burst into tears. She struggled desperately, but was stubbornly held back by her elders.

Shen Baihe supported his father and kept his head down, but he stared at the center of the battle from the corner of his eyes, unable to hide the ecstasy in his eyes.

Shen Shou’s body was paralyzed, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

In a matter of seconds, the outcome of life and death must be decided!