I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 425: Defeat the Sword Master in three moves?
Who is the purple-clothed boss?

The Boss in Purple was the leader of the "Seven Demon Chasers" who were famous in the martial arts world in the past. He was the father of Xiongba, the leader of the Tianxia Society, the biological grandfather of Youruo, and one of the famous shameless Purple and Blue Duo in the world of Fengyun.

The shameless supreme being, the immortal Lan Wu.

If Zi Yi doesn’t come out, who can compete with me?
The Purple Clothes mentioned here refers to the Purple Clothes Boss. If it weren't for the younger generation Lan Wu's shameless level, which quickly grew to the same level as him, the Purple Clothes Boss would be the number one shameless person.

But then again, since the purple-clothed boss was able to earn the title of "the leader of the seven devil-chasing heroes" back then, it shows that he was once quite great and glorious.

Because he offended the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen and her subordinate Hei Tong, six of his seven brothers died tragically, and he lost one arm, so he retired from the world and secretly helped his son Xiongba develop the Tianxiahui.

But just as he said, as the power of Tianxiahui gradually expanded, Xiongba became wary of him. In addition, he was possessed by Jing Wang, a subordinate of the Demon Lord, and needed to suppress Jing Wang's consciousness, so he simply left Tianxiahui and sought a way to deal with Jing Wang.

The Blood Hand of Huiyuan used by the purple-clothed boss is their ancestral martial art. It is a peerless magic skill that their ancestors improved on the Star-Absorbing Technique hundreds of years ago. It can absorb all of a person's energy in an instant.

In his early years, the Purple-Clothed Boss traveled the world for the purpose of being chivalrous and righteous. He could be regarded as one of the representatives of the righteous people. Naturally, he did not want to practice this evil skill and affect his reputation.

But more than fifty years ago, he was defeated by a hair of the Demon Lord and had one arm crippled. Since then, he began to change his mind and has now been practicing the Huiyuan Blood Hand for nearly fifty years.

Nearly fifty years is not a short period of time.

For an ordinary martial artist who could accumulate profound and powerful internal strength for nearly fifty years, he would be able to dominate a region, let alone the purple-clothed boss.

You know, he has a good talent in martial arts. In addition, in the past fifty years, he has been constantly absorbing other people's internal energy, and his skills have grown like a snowball. Now his internal energy has reached an incredible level.

And apart from the incredibly powerful internal energy, the Huiyuan Blood Hand alone is a killer move.

There is no shortage of unique skills in the world of martial arts that can absorb other people's internal energy, but none of them can compare to the Huiyuan Blood Hand.

The Huiyuan Blood Hand can not only instantly suck away the internal energy of a master, but also allow the weak to bully the strong. Even if the master's internal energy is deeper than one's, as long as he is hit by the Huiyuan Blood Hand, the only outcome is that his internal energy will be sucked away.

In the original plot, the purple-clothed boss even absorbed the infinite power of Mahamudra with his Huiyuan Blood Hand.

This time, in order to test Ying Xun's strength, he directly used his most powerful skill.

In an instant, the purple-clothed boss seemed to have turned into an unfathomable black hole, generating a devouring and pulling force, as if he wanted to swallow up Ying Xun.

But soon, the purple-clothed boss's expression changed.

Because when he used the power of Huiyuan Blood Hand to test Ying Xun's depth, he only felt as if he was facing a majestic mountain. His Huiyuan Blood Hand could not shake Ying Xun's aura at all.

In fact, there are many martial arts in the world that can restrain the Huiyuan Blood Hand, such as the Yu family's "Wedding Dress Divine Art", which can condense the whole body's true energy into one, and will not be shaken by external things.

Of course, Ying Xun doesn’t know the Wedding Dress Secret, but he knows the Heaven and Earth Crucible Sutra.

Even the heaven and earth can be melted into one, so restraining the mere Huiyuan Blood Hand is naturally no problem.

If he wanted to, he could even absorb the purple-clothed boss's power.

"Good boy, you have some skills."

The purple-clothed boss looked at Ying Xun and nodded with satisfaction. Then he gradually increased the suction power of the Huiyuan Blood Hand, vowing to shake Ying Xun's defense.

“Boss Ziyi, since you want to suck it, I’ll let you feel it.”

Feeling that the suction force was gradually getting stronger, Ying Xun simply let go and let him suck it. Streams of sword energy surged out and poured into the body of the purple-clothed boss.

When the sword energy entered his body, the purple-clothed boss suddenly felt that there were countless sword energies wandering in his flesh and blood, and each strand of sword energy was cutting his flesh and blood. Although it was not as painful as being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, it was as uncomfortable as being bitten by thousands of ants.

It was obvious that Ying Xun was controlling the strength.

Just based on this precise control of strength, even the purple-clothed boss felt inferior.

"It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."

The purple-clothed old man couldn't help but sigh, then let go of Ying Xun's hand and laughed, "Yes, you are qualified to be my grandson-in-law."

"Grandson-in-law?"

Ying Xun said he was a little confused, how come his grandson-in-law came to be the one?

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't want to marry this stinky Taoist priest!"

It can be heard that Youruo is very angry, but there is a hint of shyness in her anger.

"Whether you are willing or not, you know it in your heart. Here you go!"

The purple-clothed boss smiled somewhat disrespectfully, raised his hand and threw a martial arts secret book to Youruo.

It’s not the Huiyuan Blood Hand. Although the purple-clothed boss himself practiced the Huiyuan Blood Hand, he also knew that the Huiyuan Blood Hand was too vicious and not suitable for Youruo to practice, so the secret book he gave to Youruo was their ancestral swordsmanship.

——Broken Sword Technique.

The sword technique that the God Catcher practices is the Broken Sword Technique, which is also considered unique. Its martial arts level is comparable to that of the Returning Origin Blood Hand.
In other words, the God Captor had limited talent, and not only did he fail to learn the essence, but he also happened to encounter the Qilin Arm explosion and the cheating Bu Jingyun, which led to his death.

"Boy, Youruo will be in your hands from now on. Take good care of her."

Ying Xun nodded and then changed the subject.

"But could you please ask Miss Youruo for her opinion? Does Gang Leader Xiong agree?"

"I am her grandfather and her father's father. As long as I agree to your marriage, it's fine."

"You said you were my grandfather, so you are my grandfather. I also said I was your great aunt." Youruo retorted angrily, "My marriage is my own decision, and none of you can interfere."

The purple-clothed elder didn't care about his granddaughter's attitude. Instead, he said with a smile, "From what you said, you don't like this boy. Then come back to Tianxiahui with me. I'll ask your father to arrange a marriage for you. You're not young anymore."

Youruo stood behind Ying Xun and snorted, "I'm not going back."

"Boy, take good care of her. Wushuang City is not peaceful right now, remember to leave as soon as possible."

The purple-robed boss patted Ying Xun on the shoulder, then looked deeply at Youruo before leaping up and flying away...

"Youruo, your grandfather has betrothed you to me. When do you think I should go to Tianxiahui to propose marriage?"

"Humph, I won't marry you."

Youruo kicked Yingxun's leg and took a little girl by the hand: "Mingxin, Minghui, come on, sister will take you to eat delicious food."

Looking at the happy backs of Youruo and the two girls, Grandma Wushuang couldn't help but smile. What a silly girl! I'm afraid this silly girl didn't even notice that a cloud seemed to fly over her face and stay on her face, making her pretty face like the morning glow.

But it's normal to think about it. Looking at her master's appearance and demeanor, if she were a few decades younger, she would probably be deeply involved in it without realizing it.

After walking for a while, Grandma Wushuang asked, "Sir, should we go to Ming's house first, or to Jianyu first?"

Ying Xun paused, suddenly looked forward, and said with a hint of meaning: "I guess we have to go to the City Lord's Mansion first."

"What do you mean?" Youruo asked.

"Dugu Yifang is here."

At this moment, the laughter from the lonely side came over.

"Hahaha...Brother Ying, why didn't you inform me when you came to Wushuang City? I have already prepared some wine and drinks at the City Lord's Mansion. Brother Ying, are you willing to give me a favor?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dugu Yifang and his men appeared in front of Ying Xun and the others.

"Young master, those people behind him are the once famous killer organization - Iron Wolf. I'm afraid this banquet will not be a good one." Grandma Wushuang used her internal force to transmit the message, her tone full of murderous intent, and at the same time she couldn't help but take a step forward.

Tielang, an organization that was once second only to Tianchi Killers, was also hunted down in those days and later hid its whereabouts. However, they were unexpectedly recruited by Dugu Yifang and hid in Wushuang City.

Ying Xun nodded and said in the same voice transmission: "Put away your murderous intent. Dugu Yifang is quite skilled in martial arts. Even if you can kill him, you won't survive this year. Don't worry, Dugu Yifang will die. You don't need to do anything to kill him."

Hearing this, Grandma Wushuang suppressed her murderous intent and took a step back. Ying Xun smiled and clasped his fists: "Brother Gu Du, I haven't seen you for more than a month. I really miss you very much. Seeing your imposing manner, I think your martial arts have improved a lot. It's really a cause for celebration."

"Thanks to my brother, today you and I must not stop drinking."

While Dugu Yifang laughed and greeted, he also glanced at Grandma Wushuang in particular.

Although it was only a momentary killing intent, he still noticed it, so after greeting them, he smiled and said, "Brother Ying, I know Miss Youruo, who are these three?"

"Don't you know them, bro? They are from the Ming family in your Wushuang City."

"So you are the senior from the Ming family." Dugu Yifang looked as if he had realized something and bowed: "I am Dugu Yifang, the junior, nice to meet you, senior."

"I dare not. I pay my respects to the city lord."

Although she said she was paying her respects, Grandma Wushuang didn't even bend her waist.

Dugu Yifang didn't seem to care either. He looked at Ying Xun and said, "Brother Ying, why are you with Senior Ming?"

"This is a long story, why don't we talk while we walk?"

“Okay, okay, let’s talk as we walk. Senior Ming, Brother Ying, and Niece Youruo, please!”

At this moment, something unexpected happened and a cold snort was heard.

The sound exploded out of nowhere, filled with a sharp chill that made one's heart tremble. It was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath that could cut everything in sight at any time.

Afterwards, the people on the street saw a flash before their eyes, and a figure was already standing in front of Dugu Yifang, facing Ying Xun and the others.

The man was tall, with long silver hair fluttering in the wind. Even though he was just standing there, he gave people a sharp feeling, making people feel a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts.

In the world, apart from the Sword Saint Dugu Jian, there are few people who have such sharp and abundant sword intent.

The moment he appeared, the entire street was filled with invisible and intangible sword energy. Even the Iron Wolf killer brought by Dugu Yifang felt as if a sword was on his neck, as if he would be cut into pieces by countless sword energy if he moved at all.

"Big brother."

Dugu Jian still ignored Dugu Yifang's greetings and instead bowed to Grandma Wushuang.

"Grandma."

"Good, good, good. You're becoming more human day by day." Grandma Wushuang said happily.

If the Sword Master of the past was a sharp sword unsheathed, then the Sword Master of today is a person, a person holding a sharp sword.

After greeting Grandma Wushuang, the Sword Saint looked at Ying Xun.

"Ying boy, let's spar?"

Without waiting for Ying Xun to speak, Dugu Yifang said, "Brother, you and Brother Ying are both extremely skilled in swordsmanship. Isn't this place inappropriate? How about we go to the City Lord's Mansion?"

The Sword Master didn't even glance at him, still looking at Ying Xun, his eyes as sharp as lightning and swords.

"Draw your sword."

As the words rang out, the sword energy that was scattered over the long street instantly rushed towards Ying Xun.

But as soon as the sword energy got within three feet of him, it was instantly blocked by an invisible wall of air.

Ying Xun looked calm, even with a faint smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Old Sword Saint, have you figured out the twenty-third sword?"

The Sword Master frowned and remained silent.

"It seems that you haven't figured it out."

Ying Xun shook his head and said, "Old Sword Saint, I am no longer the same person I used to be. If you haven't figured out the twenty-third sword skill, you are no match for me now."

"You kid...are so arrogant, you are so rude to me, hahaha..."

The sword master's body was filled with sword energy. Amidst his hearty laughter, the sword energy surged towards Ying Xun like a tide, cutting through gold and jade.

But Ying Xun still did not move. He seemed to be standing still as if he was standing on the God Peak. He was not affected at all. However, three feet away from his feet, there were already dense sword marks.

"It's useless. I also know the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. If you simply compare swordsmanship and sword intent with me, you will not win."

Ying Xun shook his head again, stretched out three fingers, and said proudly: "Three moves, now I only need three moves to defeat you."

"What did you say!?"

The Sword Master is definitely not a good-tempered person, but rather a proud and arrogant person.

Of course, his talent and strength in swordsmanship are enough to make him proud.

He was polite to Ying Xun because he admired Ying Xun's talent, but being polite did not mean that he could accept being insulted by Ying Xun.

That’s right, the Sword Master felt insulted by Ying Xun.

Defeat him in three moves?

Even the martial arts legend Wuming wouldn't dare to say that.

Arrogant, really too arrogant.

The sword master's sword intent burst out, and the ground beneath his feet shattered into pieces. Even Dugu Yifang behind him felt as if he was being tortured to death, and hurriedly retreated a dozen feet. Naturally, the others retreated even further away.

"Without fighting with internal strength, I can defeat you in three moves. If I can't defeat you, it's not impossible for me to become your disciple." Ying Xun stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he spoke. Still, everyone could hear that he was full of confidence in himself.

"Ying boy, this is what you said. If you lose, you will become my disciple."

The Sword Master also laughed, and then he let out a light shout.

"Here comes the sword!"

Everyone only heard the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed, and then a sword light flew rapidly from the City Lord's Mansion.

It arrived in the blink of an eye, it was the Wushuang Sword of Wushuang City.

With the sword in hand, the aura emanating from the Sword Saint became increasingly sharp and unstoppable.

"Ying boy, be careful."

As soon as the words were spoken, the move was made.

The sword light was as dazzling as a rainbow, and also like a raging wave.

A simple horizontal slash of the sword combines thousands of sword moves into one.

The mystery of it seems to have surpassed the scope of words, and it is one of the Holy Spirit Sword Techniques.

Of course, the only sword technique that the Sword Saint can use is the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

In an instant, the sword light arrived.

His entire body was enveloped in the sword's aura, and a bone-chilling chill hit him in the face.

Ying Xun only felt an extremely domineering and sharp sword energy coming at him, as if it was going to cut his throat at the next moment.

However, he was not moved at all.

"Well come."

(End of this chapter)