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Volume 3 Chapter 181 The Day of Return

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    ps: Read the exclusive story behind "The Post-Martial Arts Era", listen to your more suggestions for the novel, follow the official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter dd), and tell me quietly!  Qi Yufeng was eager to attack. He rolled up like a blue dragon and jumped into the air. Then he charged straight into the enemy camp with a long sword carrying great power.  Just at this moment, there were suddenly several muffled "bang" and "bang" sounds, and the earth trembled. I saw huge cannonballs attacking directly at me, pouring down like raindrops.  Qi Yufeng was shocked when he saw it. He didn't know how the inner courtyard of the palace could mobilize so many artillery pieces. Just as he was paying attention, he heard someone next to him shouting: "Brother Qi, be careful." Only Zhang Wuji was seen.  The figure flashed and stood in front of him. He waved his hands and his long sleeves were flying. The cannonballs had already bounced off before they could reach him and fell into the ground everywhere. They shook the imperial city with a roaring sound.  Countless houses in the lower courtyard collapsed.  Seeing Zhang Wuji's technique, Qi Yufeng felt more and more familiar, and immediately said in shock: "You too" Zhang Wuji turned around and smiled and said: "Yes, you are not the only one who has inherited Alta?r's inheritance. I was in Jerusalem and had a relationship with the mountain  The old man met with me and realized that my great movement of the world seemed to have a lot to do with his Assassin sect, so I concentrated on going to France and England several times to search for clues, and finally found Artest in Constantinople.  Your inheritance" Qi Yufeng said in surprise: "You foundthat one?" Zhang Wuji frowned slightly, and then asked calmly: "Not badare you familiar with these place names?" Qi Yufeng said: "These place names are probably better.  You are familiar with it, but I have never been to many places." Zhang Wuji smiled when he heard this.  He stretched his brows and said, "What Grand Master predicted is indeed correct. You are not a person of this world." Before Qi Yufeng had time to defend himself.  Zhang Wuji turned his attention to the main hall and said, "However, we must first understand what is going on here." The smoke and dust dispersed.  On the high steps, stood a man in green robes. He was tall and thin and looked elegant, but his face was covered with a black cloth, which made him look a little strange.  Zhang Wuji raised his head and stared at the person in front of him for a long time before sighing.  He lowered the dragon-slaying knife in his hand and said, "That's it for now. You can leave." The man standing in front of the main hall snorted coldly: "Leave? In today's world, where am I going? Tomorrow tomorrow  Although the army is victorious, between you and me, the person who dies may not be me!¡± Then he just waved his hand, and suddenly thousands of arrows were fired in the Daming Palace, like black clouds swallowing the sky and covering the sun, and like a furious sea tide!  generally.  It surged towards the two of them.  At this moment, both of them were very surprised. They never expected that such a sharp weapon was hidden in this magnificent palace. It depends on the situation in this palace.  There is absolutely no way to hide tens of thousands of archery masters. Thinking about it, such powerful crossbows must be fired with equipment.  Just wait here for people to come.  Zhang Wuji could smell a strange sour smell in the air, as well as a slightly spicy and bitter taste.  Immediately he was shocked and shouted: "The arrow is poisonous!" As he spoke, he held the Yitian Sword to his side.  Qi Yufeng, who was eager to try, grabbed him and wanted to hide him behind him.  But when he grabbed it, he couldn't hold it. Qi Yufeng only took half a step back and looked at Zhang Wuji with a puzzled face. Zhang Wuji had a look of astonishment on his face. He thought to himself that this young man was only so old and his swordsmanship was amazing.  How could his internal strength be so profound? No wonder Master Tai was full of praise for him.  Immediately, he didn't have time to explain, so he took a step forward, holding up the sky with one hand, in the posture of a tiger's claw. However, he heard a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and his energy surged. The wind and clouds around the two of them were stirred, as if a giant dragon appeared from the sky, and countless  The air flow rose up and was aimed at the incoming black arrows.  It's just that those black arrows came with great force. In terms of strength, they were no match for the bows and arrows drawn by the world's top warriors. The energy flying into the sky was gradually suppressed by the endless black arrows, and gradually turned into a shield.  There was an invisible wall of energy three feet away from the two of them.  But outside the air wall, black arrows made a tinkling sound and kept sliding down. The liquid on the arrows fell on the stone bricks, and white smoke kept coming out, making a hissing sound. In an instant, the originally smooth marble was  The ground turned into a bumpy, pockmarked face.  Qi Yufeng couldn't help frowning when he saw it, thinking to himself that if the strong acid on the black arrow splashed on a person, wouldn't he be disabled?  It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that the black arrow machine crossbows gradually disappeared. The man in green robes opposite saw Zhang Wuji's palm force, which was so long and unstoppable that the long wind swept the ground and lingered for a long time. He couldn't help but be surprised.  I was so surprised that my hands couldn't help but tremble AgainAfter a moment, the last black arrow was shot alone. Qi Yufeng flicked the sword flower and wrapped it around the arrow. With a flick of his hand, he saw the long arrow fly out and hit the palace wall. A trace of black water slowly dripped.  It fell down and corroded the palace wall, making a hissing sound.  This most powerful hidden weapon in the world has failed like this.  The three of them fell silent. Zhang Wuji stepped forward and said with a little embarrassment: "You" The man in green trembled: "Okay, okay, since you have already practiced such martial arts, who else in the world is there?  How can I win over you with my power and conspiracy? I will take my son's revenge in the next life!" After saying that, he took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed it towards his chest.  Seeing that this man was very determined to die, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but turn pale with fright. He hurriedly jumped over, waved the five strings in his hand, and knocked off the dagger. However, he saw the man in Tsing Yi took off the dagger, but did not stop, waved his long sleeves, and struck out with a palm.  It hit Zhang Wuji's chest.  This man in Tsing Yi is actually one of the few masters in the world today. This palm looks gentle, but in fact it is extremely powerful. After Zhang Wuji received this palm, he immediately felt a strong pressure on his chest, and his breathing was blocked and he was a little out of breath.  Don't get angry.  But Zhang Wuji had already mastered martial arts at this time, and the strength came and went in an instant. In an instant, the heavy pressure on his chest suddenly disappeared, and he was about to take action to capture this person.  But when the man waved his right hand, his left hand had already taken advantage of the opportunity.  A backhand palm hit him right in the back of the heart.  The coordination of these two palms is extremely wonderful.  Even if Zhang Wuji had used it himself, he might not have been able to coordinate it to such an exquisite level. He was very determined to die and knew that when he committed suicide, Zhang Wuji would definitely come to stop him, so he deliberately used the dagger in his right hand to fake it, but the fatal move was on the left.  On the palm of your hand.  Zhang Wuji felt cold all over and felt sad in his heart.  Then he saw the haggard and desolate old man in front of him, his face covered with dust and his temples pale. He had closed his eyes, slowly fell backward, and died under his own palm.  Zhang Wuji¡¯s eyes gently closed, his knees softened, and he slowly knelt on the ground in an instant.  He just felt as if he had returned to the year he was ten years old, and the whole world was dead.  Everything is dead.  At this time, the smoke outside the city has settled, twilight has fallen, and the hunting wind is blowing.  There were only three of them in the entire inner courtyard, and it was as silent as death.  Qi Yufeng didn¡¯t know what was going on.  But I also vaguely felt that something was wrong there, but it was hard to ask.  He immediately fell silent and just stood guard beside Zhang Wuji with his sword.  It took quite a while.  Zhang Wuji just wiped his eyes, stood up, nodded to Qi Yufeng, and said in a loud voice: "Qingfeng, Mingyue, you guys come in." His voice was like thunder that spread far away, although it was not extremely loud, but within a few miles,  No matter inside or outside the palace wall, everyone could hear it clearly. Immediately, many people in the capital city were puzzled, thinking that the two Taoist priests of the Wudang Sect, Qingfeng Mingyue, were here, but why didn't they see me appear?  Not long after, I saw two young Taoist priests walking in.  Zhang Wuji walked into the main hall, picked up a large piece of bright yellow curtain, rolled up the figure of the man in green, held it up with both hands, handed it to Qingfeng Mingyue and the others, and said: "Take this body back to Wudang Mountain.  Have a good burial." Qingfeng Mingyue nodded and said, "That's it Junior Master, let's take our leave." He was also choked with tears.  Zhang Wuji nodded and watched the two of them leave.  When Qi Yufeng saw this, he recalled his experiences since returning to China. He thought about it carefully in his mind, but he also roughly understood the truth.  For a long time, Zhang Wuji faced the cold wind, glanced at the full moon in the sky, and then murmured: "It was also the 15th of August back then. I, like the Butterfly Valley Alliance, sang a generous lament and vowed to kill the Tartars. In the blink of an eye, it was already  It has been more than ten years since I finally reached this point with your help." Qi Yufeng looked inside the arch, and the two of them had reached the last gate in the palace: Houzai Gate.  Qi Yufeng said: "Continue to strive for self-improvement and be virtuous. The heroes of our Ming religion have emerged in large numbers and never compromised, so we finally achieved today's victory." The two of them moved forward side by side, with an unobstructed path, passing through the Houzai Gate, the Imperial Garden, and the Jingtong  Huihe River, Xixiang Pond, Yinding Bridge, but under the Drum Tower, the Wanning Temple where Qi Yufeng had visited before was right in front.  The two of them walked across the Yinding Bridge, stopped, and looked at each other. They both felt that there seemed to be an invisible murderous intention in the darkness in front of them.  The two of them smiled slightly and took a step forward. However, they saw a person suddenly jump out from the edge of the Elephant Washing Pond. He had an upper body, his head was shiny and hairless, his eyes were wide open, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, his muscles were constantly bulging and bulging, as if he was going to die at any moment.  It looked like it was about to explode. It was the monster created by the combined efforts of Master Jiu and his two nephews.  Qi Yufeng smiled and said: "Now that things have happened, you are still standing for the Tatar emperor."Life?  "The monk looked at Qi Yufeng angrily and sneered: "You can't beat me.  "The accent was hard and difficult to hear, and very vague, just like the sound made by two pieces of granite rubbing against each other. Qi Yufeng smiled, raised his hand and said: "Yes, your internal strength is far stronger than mine, but you see this is  What?  " The monk looked at the bright long sword in Qi Yufeng's hand, with a hint of fear in his eyes, and murmured: "Yitian sword.  " Qi Yufeng nodded and said: "Exactly, our country of China is thousands of times stronger than your country of Tianzhu, and we are respected as the hope of hundreds of countries all over the world. It is because in our country since ancient times, the princes and generals have no race. Whoever abuses the people  , naturally there will be heroes who follow the way of heaven and change the dynasty. This is the reason for the everlasting prosperity.  " "The Song Dynasty was weak and peaceful for a while, but was conquered by the Meng Yuan Dynasty. The temples were overthrown, and the family and the country were in ruins. But in the end, the way of heaven circulated, the etiquette and uniforms were inscribed, and there was a day of recovery. Now that day has arrived!  "(A great pie-in-the-sky event, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow it~ click/official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter dd), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow now  dd WeChat public account!) (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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