Heavens Unlimited Play

Chapter 15

In the lobby, Qin Xiaoyi fell limply to the ground, spitting blood from her mouth, twitching twice, and finally lost her breath.

You Longsheng was still in shock, he looked at his hands in a daze, he couldn't believe it, someone broke his sword technique with two hands, and took away the sword in his hand.

"This is our family's business. I just want to be filial to my father. If you dare to stop me, I will do justice for the heavens. Let you know what filial piety is!"

Xia Wuji stood in the lobby, looked around, and said in a calm voice, "Those who still want to participate in the family affairs stay, and those who don't want to take action, leave the lobby, but if there is an accidental injury, the consequences will be at your own risk."

I have to say that this grimace mask is very effective.

Originally, Xia Wuji was just a cute looking child, even with a straight face, he was cold and cute.

But now it is full of evil, giving people a weird, sinister and domineering feeling.

All the heroes in the lobby looked at each other in blank dismay, and then a dozen or so people left, far away from the place of right and wrong, obviously shocked.

But more people's eyes flickered, and they stayed in the lobby with a fluke mentality.

The wages of avarice is death!
The golden silk armor is so attractive that most people still insist on staying even though they know that staying will have the power of death.

"Everyone, don't be afraid of him. No matter how good his martial arts are, he is only one person. Two fists can't beat four hands, and he will be killed if he is piled up." In the oppressive atmosphere, someone soon agitated loudly.

"That's right, we have so many fellow martial artists, I don't believe there is anyone in the world who can stop us."

Some people shouted out classic quotations from Jianghu.

"To deal with this kind of evil heretic, you don't need to tell him the morals of the world, and everyone will stand shoulder to shoulder."

The crowd was raging, and dozens of martial arts masters gradually gathered around, looking at Xia Wuji with unfriendly expressions.

"Unfortunately, you have embarked on a wrong path of fate, and you will always be abandoned by fate."

Xia Wuji sighed softly, and the person flew up. In mid-air, with a wave of his robe, a bolt of lightning exploded suddenly, dazzing people's minds.

——Naturally, what exploded was not lightning, but a beam of light, sword light!
But no one doubted that this sword light would be inferior to lightning.

All the heroes rushing forward felt terribly cold, an unprecedented dangerous atmosphere permeated, and the fear in their hearts suddenly rose to the extreme.

They wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

brush!
The sword light flashed repeatedly in the air, like a dragon, unpredictable, and the speed was unbelievably fast.

Human heads flew up into the sky one after another, blood spilled all over the ground, and there was still a look of astonishment on their faces.

In just a few breaths, seven or eight masters lost their lives, and they didn't even see Xia Wuji's moves clearly.

"What a powerful swordsmanship!"

Mr. Tie Di's complexion darkened, he thought he valued Xia Wuji quite a lot, but he couldn't help but be surprised by his swordsmanship when he really saw him at this moment.

If Bai Xiaosheng rearranged the weapon spectrum, he could at least be included in the top ten in the world.

Master Xinmei frowned slightly, this ghost-faced boy might not be easy to deal with.

As for Long Xiaoyun, he hid in the corner, trembling, and moved slowly towards the backyard, apparently ready to run away.

In the lobby, dozens of heroes from all corners of the world joined forces, and spread their swords, swords, palms, and fists like a net.

But in an instant, this so-called heaven and earth net was torn to pieces.

A figure is like a ghost, changing swiftly and elusively.During the breath, people turned on their backs, screamed again and again, and another dozen corpses fell to the ground.

There were originally sixty or seventy heroes in the world, but in the blink of an eye, more than half of them were killed or injured.

The corpse was lying horizontally, and the blood was like a stream, which seemed like a nightmare scene.

"No, I don't want the golden silk armor anymore, I want to go!"

"Run away, the ghost-faced boy is invincible."

I don't know who shouted, the people who had already been frightened out of their courage, ran away and collapsed in embarrassment.

"Heh, big brothers and sisters, don't leave, play with Xiaoyun for a while."

An immature and crisp child's voice echoed in the lobby.

With a childlike smile on Xia Wuji's face, he stabbed out with the short sword, the light of the sword was like a dragon, and he refused to give up.

He has clearly warned several times, but he still has to go through this muddy water, so don't blame him for being ruthless.

Since he wanted his life, it was reasonable to be killed by him.

"Amitabha."

Just as Xia Wuji's sword light flashed and he started killing, a Buddha's name sounded loudly,

But Master Xinbrow held the flower on his chest with one hand, and concentrated his vigor with the other, driving the skills of the four monks behind him, and blasted out with one palm.

The strong palm force instantly pressed down on Xia Wuji's back.

"It turns out that monks also attack people secretly."

Xia Wuji sneered, his wide robe sleeves suddenly swelled up, he turned around and slapped him.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", two palms clashed, and the strong wind blew.

Xinmei groaned, stepped back a few steps, and Gu Bo's calm face revealed a look of surprise.

His seemingly ordinary palm was actually a joint strike with four other monks, and the palm strength was extremely powerful.But instead of hurting the opponent, he took a few steps back, his blood surging.

"How can he have such profound internal strength at such a young age!? Could it be that he is a monster?"

There is no shortage of masters with good looks in the martial arts world. It is not uncommon for Xinmei, a top figure with ruddy skin and not to look old, at an octogenarian age.

As for martial arts, it is mysterious and unpredictable, and it involves the spirit, energy and spirit. The more advanced and profound the skill is, the more it will naturally delay aging.

Of course, once the accident breaks the merits, it is not for nothing that one moment he is handsome and youthful, and the next moment he is gray-haired and wrinkled.

And Monk Xinmei is a guardian of the Shaolin Dharma, with a vision and insight that few people can match.

If he is really a person with good looks, no matter how young and immature he looks on the outside, it is inevitable that there will still be flaws revealed, and the body will also reveal the aura of aging and decay, and he will never be able to hide it from him.

But this ghost-faced boy didn't have the slightest hint of aging, he was full of energy and blood, and his body showed a somewhat immature appearance, as if he was really a yellow-mouthed child less than ten years old.

But if this is the case, how to explain his skill, swordsmanship, and experienced hand-to-hand combat experience?
Could it be that this person is really a monster?
There was no time to think about it at this time.

Monk Xinmei shouted loudly: "Fix the formation!"

These two words were spoken very loudly, uttered in a kung fu similar to "Lion's Roar", which made Xia Wuji's eardrums buzz.

And the four figures behind Xinmei turned around and stood in different positions, surrounding Xia Wuji.

Master Xinmei folded his palms together and said: "Monks don't want to kill. If the benefactor can get out of the Arhat formation, the old monk will be convinced. If you can't get out, then please follow the old monk to Shaolin Temple for a walk. Drumming at dusk and bells in the morning, eating fast and reciting Buddha."

"The monk has good plans, but I promise you!"

Xia Wuji laughed: "Not only do I want to break your formation, but I also stand still without even pulling out my sword, so I can break your bullshit Arhat formation."

(End of this chapter)