Chapter 387 The dead are sometimes more useful than the living!

Murong Fu and Bai Suzhen were more skilled in martial arts and could do whatever they wanted, so they just toyed with Jue Wushen and did not break his indestructible golden body.

In fact, Guan Meng's martial arts skills are only slightly better than Nie Feng's. He was able to reach his current level only because of the elevation of Love in a Alluring City. He cannot control his skills freely, and a slight move will make Jue Wushen's Immortal Golden Body unable to maintain.

The Immortal Golden Body is very powerful. Even Wuming, who has at least 20% of his power, cannot break it with his Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin. It must be Bu Jingyun who uses a sharpened peerless sword to find the weakness under Jue Wushen's armpit in order to break the Immortal Golden Body.

But Love in a Fallen City is too powerful. Even without the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, Jue Wushen's indestructible golden body is almost as good as paper.

In fact, the destruction of the Immortal Golden Body does not mean that Jue Wushen has become weaker, but his defense has become weaker, while his attack power has become stronger.

Actually, Jue Wushen does not have any lofty ambitions to fight against heaven and earth. He is a true man of the Tao. The use of the turtle shell of the Immortal Golden Body is to use most of his body's strength for defense, and then rely on the turtle shell to consume the opponent to death. He emphasizes winning by stability.

At this moment, Jue Wushen's indestructible golden body was broken. Although he suffered some injuries, he was able to use all his strength in his killing punch, and his attack power was enhanced to an epic level.

"You are quite skilled in martial arts, so you must be well-known figures in the Central Plains martial arts world. Do you think victory depends on numbers?" Jue Wushen stood up and looked at everyone, "You rushed in all at once and defeated me, but you are not heroes, and you are even more of a disgrace to your Central Plains martial arts world!"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "To deal with an evil heretic like you, there is no need to talk to you about the rules of the martial arts world. Besides, you have so many ghosts under your command, thousands of them, so you have more people, right?"

Jue Wushen was speechless for a moment.

The Guicha Luo under his command were naturally loyal to their master, but unfortunately they were strangled by Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, Aotian, Jian Chen and others, and could not make any progress at all.

The Three Thousand Ghost Chakras are indeed a powerful force, but they are of little use in front of a true peerless master.

In the original novel, the role of these ghost forks was only to restore Wuming's strength, and they did not even restore Wuming to his perfect state.

"If you have the guts, challenge me in a one-on-one duel!" Jue Wushen said shamelessly, "I brought these Ghost Cha Luo here just to watch the fun! I'm the only real master!"

As he spoke, Jue Wushen looked around, trying to find a chance to escape.

If he had known that the martial arts world in Central Plains was so complicated, he would not have come to Central Plains and would rather confront the old emperor.

The regret in his heart!

At the same time, Jue Wushen started to worry about Jue Tian again.

As for Juexin, from the fact that Wuming was standing here just fine, one could guess that Juexin's condition was not going to get better.

"A one-on-one fight is fine too. Just challenge us all by yourself!" Murong Fu sneered.

"You——" Jue Wushen was speechless.

Isn't it said that people in the Central Plains are all gentlemen and can be deceived by tricks?

He had used a trick to bully Wuming back then, but he didn't expect that this trick wouldn't work in front of Murong Fu.

"Let me fight him one-on-one!" Wuming said.

"Oh!" Murong Fu asked, "Why are you so interested?"

"I have already created the prototype of my Wanjian Guizong. I need an expert to help me test the sword." Wuming said.

The Sword Master said excitedly, "Wuming, you are making great progress. I wanted to use Sword Twenty-Three to finish off this Japanese pirate, but I didn't expect you to have realized the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin. Very good, let me see how good your Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin is!"

Twenty-three of Swords?

Jue Wushen's expression changed drastically. He looked at the Sword Saint and said in a lost voice, "Are you the Dugu Sword Saint? You actually realized the Twenty-Third Sword?"

The Sword Master said coldly: "Jue Wushen, you are not hiding in Japan, but coming to the Central Plains to stir up trouble. You are a frog in a well. You don't know that there are so many masters in China. It seems that this day next year will be your death day!"

Jue Wushen was so upset that he should have asked someone to tell his fortune.

As a result, he now ran into a group of masters from the Central Plains. Any one of them could easily capture him. He was like a big bad wolf entering a group of lions. What a sin!
As for the fact that "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" is the Sword Sect's supreme martial art, Jue Wushen is of course well aware of it. He also specifically instructed Juexin to obtain it. Now it seems that both Juexin and Pojun have failed, and Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin has been obtained by Wuming, who has figured it out.

But no matter whether it was Sword Twenty-Three or Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, Jue Wushen felt frightened after hearing them and didn't want to fight them at all.

"Jue Wushen, do you want to challenge us alone, or challenge the nameless Wanjian Guizong alone? You have to think it through!" Murong Fu said.

"I will challenge Wuming in a one-on-one fight." Jue Wushen said with a dark face.

"Okay, I'll give you this chance!" Murong Fu soared into the air, using the Heaven-level Mahamudra, "You all, lie down!"

Mahamudra's infinite power hit thousands of ghosts and kharas hard, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Such great power made Jue Wushen tremble with fear. Only then did he realize that the Chinese Divine Land was far from being comparable to the civilization lowland of the island country. The masters here simply possessed the power of gods.

He should have known that.

After all, the Shaolin Temple's Golden Bell Cover was not considered a top-level martial art in the Central Plains. After he secretly learned it, he created an indestructible golden body that allowed him to travel across Japan without any rivals. However, the Shaolin Temple was actually destroyed. How could the martial arts world in the Central Plains not be deep?

It’s just a pity that he was too confident. He thought that after Xiongba was gone and he plotted against Wuming, he could stir up trouble in the Central Plains. Now he knows that it was just a dream.

"Back then, I could have killed you and let you go outside the Great Wall. I also hoped to use your failure to warn the major forces in Japan and let them know that invading China is a dead end." Wuming sighed, "I didn't expect that you would let the tiger go back to the mountain. You are still obsessed with evil and invade China again. China and your country have nothing to do with each other, but you started a war for your own wolfish ambitions. Doesn't your emperor restrain you?"

"Emperor? You son of a bitch, is he worthy of that?" Jue Wushen said disdainfully, "That old bastard arranges flowers every day, pretending to be very elegant, but I have long seen that his ambition to invade the Central Plains is greater than mine. The people of Japan live in a barren land, and they have always yearned for the prosperity of the Central Plains. During the Tang Dynasty, we invaded China, but were easily defeated. From then on, we learned your Chinese civilization. One day, we Japanese will occupy this fertile land! It's useless for you to defeat me!"

After saying that, Jue Wushen roared and used the "killing heart" in his killing fist to attack Wuming.

But in an instant, Jue Wushen's figure began to retreat rapidly, preparing to escape.

He is not stupid. Not to mention that he is not sure of defeating Wuming. Even if he defeats Wuming, Murong Fu will definitely not abide by the ethics of martial arts and will continue to send people rushing forward and beating him to death, which is very cruel.

Therefore, the best option is to wait for an opportunity to escape after a feint attack.

"It's useless!" Wuming shook his head, holding the Hero Sword in his hand, and moved the Hero Sword in his hand, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"

In an instant, countless sword energies were differentiated with the Hero Sword as the center. These sword energies condensed and did not disperse, turning into countless nameless ones.

These countless nameless people launched sword attacks towards Jue Wushen from many directions and from all directions.

"Sword Qi taking shape?" Sword Saint said, "As expected of you at the Heavenly Sword level, you have already given me a pleasant surprise, but it's not enough!"

boom!
Boom!

Rumble!
Jue Wushen's killing fist was in operation, continuously bombarding these nameless sword energies, but after these nameless sword energies dissipated, they quickly condensed again, and countless nameless sword energies combined together to form a figure as tall as a small mountain.

"Is that the Great Swordsman?" The Sword Saint lost his voice. "No, it's your Wuming face! I understand! Sword Twenty-Three is about finding the future, and the future is also me! The Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin is about finding the past, and the past is also you, Wuming! What a good idea! What a clever idea! What a great move of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"

The Great Swordsman is the creator of the world's swordsmanship and the founder of the Sword Sect.

All sword techniques in the world can be traced back to the great swordsman's first sword.

Ten thousand swords return to their origin, which is to find the great swordsman's original sword.

And the Wanjian Guizong created by Wuming now surprisingly replaces the Great Swordsman with his own image. This is exactly what it means to follow the ancient sword sect, adhere to his original intention, and use his own swordsmanship to freeze the past time and space.

It is the Return of Ten Thousand Swords, but it is not the Return of Ten Thousand Swords of the Great Swordsman.

It is the nameless Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin that belongs exclusively to him!

At this moment, the huge figure swung a sword.

This sword was silent and without any sound.

Wow!
It was as if space was shattered, and Jue Wushen was locked up from head to toe, with no escape or evasion. In an instant, Jue Wushen vaguely saw his past.

"Zeuzhisuke, you must stand out!"

"I, Jue Zhijie, want to join the Quan Sect. I beg the teacher to take me in!"

"Fist God, you are no longer my senior brother. You are so cruel and crazy that you are trying to murder my senior brother. I will suppress you!"

"Teacher, this is your final gift to me. It has not been easy for me to climb to where I am today. Please hand over your legacy to me completely. I can't wait any longer!"

"From now on, there will be no more Juezhijie, only Juewushen. There will be no more orthodox Quanmen, only Wushen Jue Palace!"

"The fist is power. Clenching the fist means holding power. Having a fist means having power!"

Scenes from Jue Wushen’s life kept emerging in his mind.

It shows his journey from a poor child in Japan to the master of Wushen Jue Palace step by step.

Not only Jue Wushen himself saw it, but everyone saw it as well.

Wuming's sword tore through the past time and space, which was completely opposite to the sword of the twenty-third sword, and locked Jue Wushen's past life.

There is really no escape, no avoidance, no escape in heaven or on earth.

This is not surprising.

When the Sword Master's Sword Twenty-Three was fighting against Xiongba, it actually cut through time and space and fought against the future Juexin, seriously injuring the future Juexin.

Once Feng Yun's martial arts reaches the god level, it is far more than just martial arts, but a supernatural power.

puff!
Jue Wushen's chest was pierced by the sword energy. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "I-I lost!"

Jue Wushen was trembling all over.

This sword made him despair.

Not only did it seriously injure him, but it also directly destroyed all his martial arts skills. This sword has become his nightmare.

“Jue Wushen, it’s not easy for you to grow from a poor boy to where you are today, but you…” Obviously, Wuming had a chance to kill Jue Wushen, but his soft-hearted nature came back again.

In other words, Wuming has always had the "master style".

The "master style" makes Wuming love to forgive his enemies, love to be tactful, and not feel aggressive.

It has indeed touched many people.

For example, Bu Jingyun was influenced by Wuming.

The new emperor of Japan came to look for the old emperor's body and was also moved by Wuming.

However, it also brought a lot of trouble to Wuming.

After all, some people just won't be persuaded.

"Wuming, you don't want to forgive him, do you?" Murong Fu said.

"He's already a useless person." Wuming said.

"Then he deserves to die. Invading China is a capital crime!" Murong Fu said, and slapped Jue Wushen, turning him into a meat paste.

Forgiving the invaders is God's business, and Murong Fu is only responsible for sending the invaders to see God.

Now, Jue Wushen can, in the nine springs of hell, perform the filial piety performance between his beloved eldest son Juexin.

Nameless and speechless.

However, he did not oppose Murong Fu's behavior.

“Wuming, let’s set a date and have a fight!” Sword Saint’s eyes lit up as he said, “Your Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin has surpassed the original Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!”

"Neither your moves nor mine are perfect, there's no rush!" Wuming said, "Wait until the Thousand Years of Calamity comes to an end, then we can fight again."

"Okay." said the Sword Master.

"Now that Jue Wushen is dead, it will be difficult for us to go to Japan, right? We have lost an excuse." Wuming said.

Wuming wanted to save Jue Wushen's life, and also hoped that Jue Wushen would escape back to Japan, so that they would have a good excuse to go to Japan and intimidate Japan.

The great catastrophe of the millennium is definitely not as simple as an invasion by Japan, but deterring Japan can also delay the arrival of the great catastrophe of the millennium.

"It doesn't matter. Sometimes, dead people are more useful than living people." Murong Fu said, "We didn't kill Jue Wushen today. After being beaten and seriously injured, Jue Wushen escaped. He should have escaped back to Japan. In this way, we can still go to Japan and ask the Emperor to hand over Jue Wushen. If he can't hand him over, we will go crazy."

nameless:"."

And Murong Fu was also looking forward to going to Japan. After all, Yan Ying was there.

Now that Pojun and Jue Wushen are both dead, Yan Ying has become a widow. How tragic!
Murong Fu is best at comforting widows!
a few days later.

The news that Jue Wushen invaded Baijian Villa, was beaten by Murong Fu and others, and fled back to Japan has spread throughout the world.

The emperor was originally kidnapped by Jue Wushen, but now he has been rescued by the masters of the royal family. He does not have to go to Japan to bleed and bring shame to China as in the original book.

Murong Fu and others returned to the Tianxiahui.

"Master, I have captured Juetian, and I still have some Qi Ninja." The general reported to Murong Fu.

Juetian led his men to invade Tianxiahui, but when they encountered a divine general, they were naturally defeated.

Jue Wushen's gourd baby rescued his grandfather and sent Japanese ninjas to rescue Juetian, but they were also captured by the gods.

The martial arts of the divine general are much higher than those of Jue Wushen.

"Nie Feng, whether to kill Juetian or not depends on your opinion." Murong Fu said, "This is the reason why I spared Juetian's life."

"Why?" Nie Feng had a bad feeling.

"You'll know when you meet Juetian." Murong Fu said with a smile.

After a moment, Nie Feng looked at Juetian in silence for a long time.

Juetian looked at Nie Feng and felt very familiar with him.

The main reason is that both of them inherited Yan Ying's appearance and have some similarities.

"He" Nie Feng seemed to have guessed something, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"He is your brother!" Murong Fu said, "After Aunt Yan Ying was given to Jue Wushen by Pojun, she gave birth to a child for Jue Wushen, that is Juetian. He is your half-brother, blood is thicker than water!"

In Nie Feng's heart, ten thousand horses were roaring through. What the hell was that?

It's fucking amazing.

(End of this chapter)