Chapter 118 Return, Heavenly Punishment, and Leaving a Legend in the World

"You are not a loyal subject! You are so daring!"

The moment the thunderbolt fell, the middle-aged eunuch's calm and carefree expression disappeared.

The next moment, his body turned into a shadow and appeared hundreds of meters away.

The lightning column bent in the air, caught up with the middle-aged eunuch, and fell with a bang.

The dazzling white light filled the whole world.

"..."

Looking at the lightning column in front of him, Yao Yue stopped and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The vast sea of ​​clouds was easily torn open with a huge scar.

The magnificent power of heaven lingered above it, as if it was enough to suppress the eternity.

"This man... is dead?"

Yao Yue stretched out her hand and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, feeling a little complicated.

Her martial arts at this time were rare in the world.

But she didn't expect that the middle-aged eunuch in front of her was so strong in martial arts.

She didn't expect that the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty, who didn't know martial arts at all, would quietly make such a big wave.

Feeling the destructive power in front of him, Yao Yue could only barely suppress the throbbing of his body.

He could not imagine how he could resist this lightning column.

As the saying goes: God's will is like a knife that cuts down the proud!

"Without a hint, I'm afraid this man won't die so easily..."

Lin Xuan reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "But he should be seriously injured."

At this point, things have deviated from Lin Xuan's expectations.

Logically speaking, The Smiling Proud Wanderer is just a low-level martial arts plane and should be a simple copy.

But the strength balance of the space matching is extremely crazy.

After upgrading the strength several times, the background character of Sunflower Patriarch was forcibly upgraded to a level that made Lin Xuan speechless.

Lin Xuan estimated that the masters of the main world might not be the opponents of this crazy eunuch.

According to this trend, the founder of the Tantric Buddhism might be able to directly upgrade from the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the Divine Elephant Prison Power.

It seems that we should learn from the lesson in the future and not look down on these low-level copies.

God knows what kind of monsters and demons will come out in the end.

"Xiao Qi, what do you say? Let's go in and kill the enemy?"

"This is thunder from the sky..., Old Yu, are you going in to kill the enemy or commit suicide?"

"That seems to be true..., then let's wait a while?"

"Well, this man is too scary, I want to see him alive or dead."

Although Yu Dayou and Qi Jiguang were a little confused about the situation, they quickly exchanged a few words and made up their minds.

"You bastard! You thief God! You are plotting against me together!"

At this moment, the wind blew, and the calamity clouds turned into heavy rain, falling on the earth.

The lightning dispersed, revealing a charred figure.

The face of the Sunflower Patriarch was distorted, the long sword was broken, and blood was constantly oozing from his body.

The originally unfathomable aura also visibly weakened.

"Hahaha! You thief, die!"

The Sunflower Patriarch roared, turned into a residual image, and rushed towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

"Is this man crazy? Chase him!"

Yu Qi and the others were shocked and quickly used their Qinggong skills to follow him.

"Grand Palace Master?"

Lin Xuan looked at Yao Yue and asked.

"I will not be willing to accept this man's death."

Yao Yue's expression was a bit complicated: "Are you willing to follow me to kill this man?"

"Go ahead. If I don't kill him, I will not be willing to accept it either."

Lin Xuan nodded slightly: "Grand Palace Master, why don't you try this Zhenwu Sword."

"Okay!"

***

"The Prime Minister has an order: Those who harm the country and are evil will be killed without mercy!"

Footsteps sounded, and masters from the East Factory, Jinyiwei, and Imperial Guards walked out from all directions of the village and blocked the Sunflower Patriarch.

The figures flickered, and dozens of swords shining with cold light were unsheathed at the same time, turning into a huge sword net.

This is the East Factory's Exorcist Sword Formation.

Next, the flashing sword light of the Embroidered Spring Knife, and the Jinyiwei silently stepped forward, turning into layers of sword mountains.

The armored imperial guards finally deployed their guns and were ready for battle.

"Get out of here!"

The sunflower ancestor rushed forward, clasped his hands together, and urged his internal strength.

The rainstorm was frightened by his palm power, gathered by itself, and turned into a huge water ball, hovering between his hands.

"All of you die!"

The sunflower ancestor's eyes flashed with tyrannical murderous intent, and he slapped the water ball heavily.

The water ball suspended in the air exploded.

Under the stirring of the strong energy, the water ball turned into countless crystal clear water needles.

They shuttled densely in the void and swept towards the crowd.

Under the moonlight, the water needles flickered golden, appearing and disappearing, and were extremely beautiful!

Soon, the water needles turned into blood needles.

Blood spurted from the crowd, blood waves rolled, and incomplete corpses were everywhere.

Although those present were all elite masters carefully selected by the court.

But in front of Sunflower Patriarch, it was meaningless.

"Old dog, die!"

With a roar, Yu Dayou swung the Jingchu long sword and chopped at Sunflower Patriarch's head.

Sunflower Patriarch punched out and smashed the Jingchu long sword into two pieces.

With the remaining strength, he hammered Yu Dayou directly.

Yu Dayou suddenly spurted blood, flew several feet away, and fell to the ground.

The next moment, the afterimage of Sunflower Patriarch suddenly appeared in front of Qi Jiguang, and his left index finger stabbed out like a long sword.

After three moves, Qi Jiguang's saber was shattered, blood burst out of his limbs, and he staggered to the ground.

The dragon roared, and the dragon palm rose. Then the sword energy stabbed at the center of Sunflower Patriarch's eyebrows.

"Don't know whether to live or die!"

Sunflower Patriarch slapped out with his left hand, and countless invisible air needles shot out, forcing Lin Xuan to retreat several steps, and blood flowed like a stream.

Almost at the same time, Sunflower Patriarch grabbed the Blood-Illuminating Danqing with his right hand and pulled it hard.

Amid the splashing blood, the magic sword made a slight cracking sound.

Then, tiny cracks appeared on the sword.

"Hahaha! What a shitty thing!"

Sunflower Patriarch laughed wildly, and his figure turned into a residual image and appeared in front of Yaoyue, slapping it down with one palm.

"..."

Yaoyue bit her lower lip, dropped the Blood-Illuminating Danqing, and suddenly pulled out the Zhenwu Sword with her right hand.

The sword flashed, and a magnificent golden sword energy passed through the torrential rain, and slashed at Sunflower Patriarch with a weapon that could tear everything apart.

"Zhang Laodao's Zhenwu Sword?"

A trace of clarity flashed in the eyes of the Sunflower Patriarch, and he clenched his right hand heavily: "The sword is a good sword, but the person is a waste."

The vast and unparalleled true qi rolled up, imprisoning the golden sword energy and even the entire Zhenwu Sword in mid-air.

It seemed that countless black iron needles were piercing it, and sparks kept coming out of the Zhenwu Sword, scratches appeared, and the luster gradually dimmed.

"You go back first."

Yao Yue looked at the crazy Sunflower Patriarch, and then looked at the Zhenwu Sword that was about to break, and pushed the Mingyu Gong to the limit, and whispered.

"Does the Grand Palace Master intend to give up?"

"Even if it is a desperate situation, it should be a fight!"

"Well, then fight him."

"Ah?"

"Consume 3,000 reincarnation points to upgrade the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the legendary level."

Lin Xuan muttered silently.

Originally, he also planned to temporarily explode and upgrade this set of skills.

But the current situation is really a bit subtle.

Lin Xuan didn't know whether it was worth it or not.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore.

Even if you don't consider Yao Yue, the iron-headed girl.

Going back like this, after all, is a bit unwilling.

[With the current attributes of the reincarnation, if you force the legendary skills, it may cause bones to break...]

"Upgrade!"

[The upgrade has been completed, and the reincarnation has mastered the legendary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. ]

"The saint dragon virtue, virtue is prepared for the world, there is more than enough, endless and leakless..."

In Lin Xuan's mind, a big man with a frosted face suddenly appeared.

The big man stood proudly in the snow and slapped his palms slowly.

The spirit of the Gang Qi turned into golden dragons that soared into the sky, making a thunderous dragon roar, and blasted the boulders into powder.

Hundred steps of control of the Qi, condensed reality!

The power of this set of palms has broken through the limitations of the moves themselves, and the power has reached a level that the original book can't imagine.

Lin Xuan didn't know whether this was the Hong Kong comic version or the TV series version.

But in less than a thousandth of a second, he had already mastered the secrets of this set of martial arts.

In a snap of a finger, a thousand years in one glance!

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Lin Xuan let out a breath of pent-up breath and jumped up.

With a palm strike, Lin Xuan's internal strength was almost 20% consumed.

The next moment, the roar of the dragon filled the world!

A golden dragon phantom appeared from Lin Xuan's palm, looking down with the power of thunder, like a great river flowing eastward, biting towards the sunflower ancestor.

The water needles along the way collided with it, and they exploded one after another as if they were crushed.

"???"

Yao Yue's little mouth suddenly opened, and her beautiful eyes were full of confusion.

She knew that Lin Xuan's palm technique was called the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and she also knew that it was really powerful.

But she didn't expect that this thing could really beat a dragon...

Looking at the vast pressure of the dragon soaring, Yao Yue's heart flashed with an indescribable palpitation.

Who can stand this!

Hmm? Could it be that he has been asking me to do this?

Yao Yue was stunned, and suddenly felt some inexplicable joy and shyness in her heart.

Mingyu Zhenqi, which had been depleted by most of the time, was forcibly increased by 20%.

"Dragon? Hahaha! That bastard betrayed me in the past, and I am going to kill the dragon today!"

The eyes of the Sunflower Patriarch became more crazy, and his left hand pressed suddenly.

There was no impact aftermath, no thunder and lightning.

The palm power of the two people converged together, and the palm force continued to collapse, but it was silent.

The dragon shadow dispersed and returned to the invisible.

Lin Xuan frowned, and a style of dragon fighting in the wild followed.

With a slight sound, the bones of Lin Xuan's left arm cracked and the bone marrow flowed out.

The body of the Sunflower Patriarch shook, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Why do I feel a little hot-blooded..."

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth, pushed his palms forward, and the yin and yang combined into a style of "Shock Hundred Miles".

The giant dragon soared and roared.

The sunflower ancestor spat out a mouthful of blood, and Lin Xuan's left arm meridians were broken.

Lin Xuan no longer cared about his basically useless left hand, bent his right arm inward, and launched a "Kang Long You Hui" with one hand.

With the dragon dance, Lin Xuan took a step forward, just like the romantic figure of the ages described by literati.

Lin Xuan's right arm was broken, and the sunflower ancestor's right hand holding the Zhenwu sword involuntarily loosened and retreated.

Suddenly, the Zhenwu sword burst out with brilliant brilliance, thrust forward, and pierced into the heart of the sunflower ancestor.

"..."

The sunflower ancestor stopped moving, stared at Yao Yue in a daze, and then lowered his head to look at the Zhenwu sword inserted into his heart.

The next moment, his face and body became old in an instant.

In an instant, he changed from a middle-aged eunuch to an old eunuch with white hair and wrinkles on his face.

Then he dried and dehydrated, turning into a mummy-like appearance.

[Sunflower Patriarch has been killed, the ultimate challenge has been completed]

No matter how glorious his origins were and what amazing secrets he had, they have become meaningless.

"Those palms of yours...huh?"

Yao Yue came to Lin Xuan, her voice a little anxious: "There's something wrong with you!"

"It's a price, but I won't die anyway..."

Lin Xuan frowned slightly: "Help me."

"oh."

Yaoyue hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her arms to hug Lin Xuan: "Is it completely over?"

"It should be over."

Footsteps sounded, and more than a hundred guards surrounded Zhang Juzheng as he walked out of the village.

Half of the people ran to rescue Yu Dayou, Qi Jiguang and others, and counted the casualties on the battlefield.

"Master Chief Assistant, Leader Lin and Leader Yaoyue..."

Feng Bao hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhang Juzheng, and coughed lightly.

As if they realized something, the remaining Dongchang masters simultaneously held the hilts of their swords with a solemn aura.

"snort!"

Mr. Mo Da, Xiang Wentian and others frowned, and they also pressed their weapons with their swords at war.

"Conspiracies and tricks can only achieve temporary benefits after all, how can they be used to achieve eternal prosperity?"

Zhang Juzheng took off his python robe and put it on Lin Xuan and the two of them. He smiled and said: "The merits of the two of you are in the common people of the country. How dare I, the Ming Dynasty, bear the burden."

***

a month later

"Everyone, take care, Marshal Qi takes the sword."

Lin Xuan stood on the general stage and watched as nearly 100,000 martial arts masters rushed to Goryeo along with the Ming army to face the Japanese army.

This was organized by him, covering both black and white.

Well, those who are willing to go are great warriors and heroes, and they are worth learning from.

Those who are unwilling to contribute are naturally cowards and scum of the martial arts world.

Although the Swordsman Plane has a lot of old Yin ratios, he likes to play tricks when he has nothing to do.

But this kind of upright conspiracy actually works well.

At least, various sects sent many disciples to participate.

Shaolin is relatively simple, just rows of muscular bald monks.

The Wudang Sect participated in the battle with more than 500 carts of firearms, which made Qi Jiguang stunned.

The Sun Moon God Sect was the most diligent, sending more than 40,000 followers with a majestic momentum.

"All the people in the imperial court are my subjects of the Ming Dynasty. They are also one family."

Yu Dayou, who has retired, looks at the raging soldiers with a happy expression.

"Since those Japanese Japanese pirates plan to invade the Ming Dynasty via Goryeo, we will also use the same route this time to destroy their country Zuo."

The commander of the army, Qi Jiguang, held the Zhenwu Sword in both hands and said with a smile: "In the past, Master Zhang used the Zhenwu Sword to sweep away the evil spirits. The meaning is really wonderful."

Looking at the soldiers and horses at hand, Qi Jiguang was very happy.

I have never fought such a rich battle in my life!

Qi Jiguang also wanted to improve and finally compete for the ranking of this martial arts temple.

"The Wuyue Sword Sect has seen some outstanding disciples in this generation. It doesn't really matter whether you become the leader or not in the future."

"However, as the head of the Hengshan Sect, it doesn't hurt to give it a try."

Yao Yue looked at the eldest disciple in front of her: "Don't be nervous or pressured. Old Mo and Old Liu will help you. It's nothing special."

"Then...disciple, let's try it."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, bowed deeply to Yao Yue, and walked into the array of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

"It's time for us to go."

Yaoyue's figure flashed and came to Lin Xuan.

"Well, there are only a few hours left. Everyone who needs to be met has been met, and everything that needs to be said has been said. Leave the rest to Zhang Juzheng and the others."

"Thank you so much, Grand Palace Master, for your efforts. I think we will meet again in the future."

Lin Xuan smiled and said: "It's a perfect copy, no regrets."

"Do you really have no regrets?"

"Um?"

Feeling the coolness on his lips, Lin Xuan was startled and looked at Yaoyue who was very close at hand.

The girl showed a somewhat arrogant smile, closed her eyes and exerted a little force.

"The sucking power of Ming Yu Gong can still be used like this..."

After a long while, Lin Xuan let out a sigh and opened his eyes.

At some point, Yao Yue had chosen to return and disappeared without a trace.

"It feels like this momentum is not right..."

Looking at Zhang Juzheng, who was still smiling and unfazed by the audience, Lin Xuan shook his head, slightly cupped his hands, and also chose to return.

The next moment, his figure suddenly faded, as if melting into the air, and disappeared without a trace.

"this……"

Thinking of the peerless martial arts of Lin Xuan and the other two, the guards around them couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines, and they hurriedly grasped their weapons.

"Don't worry, they're gone and they probably won't appear in this world again."

Zhang Juzheng waved his hand, looked at the empty high platform, and said softly: "Thank you both."

The Confucian way of sincerity can be known in advance.