Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

At this time, the Dongting Lake was full of war boats and fishing fires. However, when the man in the blue shirt appeared, everyone's eyes shifted to him unknowingly.

It seems that the single leaf boat is more magnificent than thousands of warships, and the people on that boat are even taller and sturdier than the mighty tyrants in the world.

Xiongba's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at the man in the blue shirt.

No one knows better than him that, at a distance of tens of nearly [-] meters, to hit the three-point return of vitality with sword energy lightly, without damaging the waves on the side, what a terrible calculation and control power is required. and kendo practice.

This man is definitely the most powerful person in the world.

"Who is coming? But Master Yijian Cailin?" Xiongba took a deep breath, looked at the person who came, and asked.

The man in the blue shirt smiled slightly, and the Huqin song slowly came to an end. He slowly stepped out of the small boat, and came in the air.

"A man is born without a name, and he has no name after his death. After a thousand years, he is finally turned into a piece of loess..." The man in the blue shirt seemed to have the ability to shrink the ground into an inch. , is it really that important?"

The words of the man in the blue shirt were very abstract, and many young people present were puzzled, but in the eyes of Xiongba, unprecedented fear appeared.

"You...you are..." Xiongba used his honorific title for the first time, because the man in the blue shirt was qualified to accept his respect, "Mr. Wuming?"

In today's world, three great empires stand side by side, and the unparalleled masters are detached from the world, often across the three kingdoms, and shock the world.

However, the unparalleled powerhouse is also divided into superior and inferior, and the man in front of him is one of the most powerful among the unrivaled masters.

He used to be famous, but now he has let go of his name.

On the rivers and lakes, he has an incomparably resounding name, that is, the martial arts myth of the Great Sui Empire, the Heavenly Sword is nameless!

Shen Lang, the first hero of the Song Dynasty, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang in the Ming Dynasty, and Wuming, the Tianjian of the Sui Dynasty, are the three most popular martial arts myths in the world.

Even among the unparalleled masters, they belong to the absolute leader among them. (Here, it only refers to simply being famous, and it does not fully represent the level of strength. They are the three major martial arts myths. It does not mean that Yedi, Xiang Yutian, and Emperor Shitianboren are weaker than them. Do not criticize the martial arts party.)

Wuming has retired from the world for decades, and if he is out of the sword today, even if he is a hero like Xiongba, he can't help but restrain his domineering and treat each other respectfully.

Wuming smiled slightly, turned his head and looked in the direction of Guanyuan Building, where there was still an incomparably obscure supreme sword qi that was slowly dissipating.Obviously, the person who released the sword intent has completely gone.

Chapter 0413 Do you want a world meeting?

"It's a pity that I can't meet someone like that..." Wuming sighed softly in his heart.

He was attracted by Zhu Houzhao's soaring sword intent, but when he rowed to Nujiao Island, he was already empty.

The aura between the powerful swordsmen was extremely strong. At the moment when he sensed the nameless aura, Zhu Houzhao decided to leave.

He didn't want to expose himself prematurely, just like his renamed name, "Qianlong".When he was in the Great Sui Dynasty, everything was low-key, and it was not a small risk to meet a super strong like Wuming.

Nameless, after all, I still haven't seen Zhu Houzhao.He put away the melancholy in his heart, turned his head, looked at Xiongba, and cupped his hands: "Congratulations to the leader of the Xiongbang for reaching the unparalleled realm."

Xiongba quickly returned the salute: "Mr. Wuming is very polite."

Wuming looked at Lang Fanyun on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly. From Lang Fanyun's eyes, he saw a very familiar feeling. The Lang Fanyun lying on the ground seemed to be the epitome of Wuming himself decades ago.

Wuming sensed a sword energy in Lang Fanyun's body. It was not huge and invincible, but it was extremely pure, not mysterious and obscure, but it was very affectionate.

In Lang Fanyun's eyes, Wuming saw a kind of emotion, that is the helplessness and melancholy feeling that he has lost his love and is extremely sad, but he has to live.

That sword qi, Wuming is very familiar, that kind of eyes, Wuming is more familiar, because this sword qi is too similar to Wuming's sword qi, this kind of look is even more similar to Wuming's.

Similarly, he has a unique talent in kendo, and created his own strong kendo with incomparable kendo talent. Similarly, he lost his love and was dejected.

The waves turn the clouds, as if it is another nameless.

"This person is related to me..." Wuming took a deep breath, turned his head, looked at Xiongba, and said, "I wonder if the gang leader can give Wuming a face and let this person go?"

Listening to Wuming's words, Xiongba frowned slightly: "Mr. Wuming, it's not that the old man doesn't give you face, it's just that the waves are turning over the clouds to help the remnants of the angry Jiao, there will be blood and deep hatred in my world, if the old man lets him go today, it is inevitable that he will not become me in the future. The confidant of the world will be in great trouble.”

"It turns out that he is the chief of the angry Jiao Gang, Lang Fanyun," Wuming smiled and said, "Please rest assured, the leader of the Xiong Gang, Wuming will persuade Chief Lang to let go of the hatred in his heart. He won't let him come back to find the leader of the Xiong Gang in the future. If you can't do this, you won't be involved in the affairs of the helper and chief Lang in the future."

There was a hint of anger in Xiongyao's eyes: "It's not impossible for Mr. Wuming to take away the waves, but as a martial arts myth, Mr. must show his hand, otherwise, wouldn't it make me Xiongba too weak to be bullied?"

Wuming smiled slightly, looked at Xiongba, and said: "Since that's the case, please ask the gang master to give him a trick!"

"Mr. Wuming, please!" Xiongba exuded unparalleled True Qi from top to bottom, and a group of powerful Qi enveloped Xiongba, and finally compressed into a fist-sized energy ball.

As soon as this infuriating energy ball came out, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the rocks under Xiongba's feet slowly turned to dust.

Obviously, the power of Xiongba's blow must not be underestimated.

The infuriating energy ball finally shot at Wuming, crushing it with the special power that differentiates all material things in the world.

However, Wuming's face didn't change at all, he just slowly stretched out a finger and tapped it on the infuriating energy ball that Xiongba shot out.

The sword qi swept the sky, and the sky and the earth were bright for a while, and everyone's eyes closed involuntarily.

The light dissipated, Wuming and Xiongba stood opposite each other, unable to see how high or low they were, nor did they know who took advantage of the previous confrontation.

Xiongba said slowly: "I hope Mr. Wuming keeps his word, otherwise Langfanyun will still die in the hands of this old man in the future."

"Sect Master Xie Xiong..." Wuming smiled slightly, raised the waves and turned the clouds with both hands, and walked back to the small boat leisurely step by step, paddling the boat indifferently, and left Nujiao Island.

At the same time, in an inn nearly a hundred miles away from Nujiao Island, Duanlang's body was placed on the bed by Zhu Houzhao.

"You... Who are you?" Duan Lang looked at Zhu Houzhao and asked.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes were calm and indifferent: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can save you."

Duanlang's eyes burst with light, but he quickly turned calm: "What do you want?"

Zhu Houzhao tickled the corner of his mouth: "Smart, I like to talk to smart people. You must have understood that Xiongba will not know how to make good use of others, and will not appreciate a talent like you at all. Thanks to the credit, he simply perfunctory you, and he has no plans to save you."