Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

"hiss!"

After a brief silence.

Countless inhalation sounds were heard at the same time.

Everyone looked at this scene in stunned silence.

The shock in my heart has reached its peak.

The look he gave Zhao WuXian was like that of a devil.

"Five kills!"

"The fifth Grandmaster died at the hands of Your Highness?"

"Crazy, so crazy!"

"Can anyone tell me what happened just now? How could Wei Beihui, who was clearly in the upper hand, suddenly die?"

There were exclamations one after another, and some people were confused. Those with weaker strength could not understand the battle that had just happened.

"Wei Beihui is a master!"

"Just like that, all of a sudden, gone?"

"Why do I feel that this Grandmaster is not as good as a post-natal master?"

"I think I can also take your sword!"

"I think so too. I can do it. It's just death, right? Who wouldn't?"

"It's all one sword anyway, there's no difference between a master and a connoisseur!"

"So invincible!"

"This is the Grandmaster Killer, so cruel!"

"I've already told you that when a Grandmaster meets His Highness, it's best to stay away to avoid accidental injury. Wei Beihui is ignorant of the situation and is courting death by approaching him!"

Ordinary people in the world just come to join in the fun.

However, masters like Dugu He, Li Chenzhou, the Jiang brothers, Yagyu Tajima no Kami, and Yan Jing'an all had complicated feelings.

"Amazing! Under that sword strike, Wei Beihui completely lost his reaction, as if his mind was completely deprived!"

Dugu Yihe's heart was trembling.

He is also an expert with a sword.

But he knew that he was absolutely powerless to resist the sword just now.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Wuxian changed subtly, becoming solemn, and even containing a hint of fear.

This person is invincible.

Li Chenzhou clenched his fists lightly, his eyes burning.

"I heard that his boxing skills are invincible, but I never thought that his sword skills are also so powerful."

"Can my fist block his sword?"

Li Chenzhou closed his eyes slightly and simulated in his mind.

In an instant, he simulated the battle a thousand times in his mind.

He put himself into the role of Wei Beihui and faced the sword.

Even though he had already memorized that sword in his heart.

but!

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Li Chenzhou's mouth. In the lake of his heart, his soul and vitality were injured by the sword.

"Can't break it?!"

Li Chenzhou found it incredible.

He vaguely felt that this sword, although plain and ordinary, had a sense of looking down on the world and all living beings were under the sword.

The immortal is unique in the world and invincible!

Boxing is power.

To hold a fist is to hold power.

A powerful punch is power.

A man cannot live without power for a day.

I only believe in my fists.

This is Li Chenzhou's belief and also the essence of his boxing style.

But at this moment, he was a little shaken.

Li Chenzhou felt the pressure.

"No, there is no invincible swordsmanship. So, it's not this sword that is invincible, but Zhao Wuxian himself, who is invincible?"

This hesitation only lasted for a moment, and Li Chenzhou regained his confidence.

It is indeed sad to be in the same era with such people, but it is also full of challenges and not boring.

Yagyu Tajima-no-kami looked solemn.

He looked at Zhao Wuxian deeply and said, "This boy is not an ordinary person. You should not easily become his enemy."

Yagyu Yukihime and Yagyu Piaoxu breathed a sigh of relief.

"To become a dynasty, even the weakest one, is incomparable to other small countries."

Duan Tianya clenched his knife and thought, "No wonder my foster father arranged for Junior Sister Shangguan to come here as an undercover agent. This person is a threat to the Ming Dynasty!"

"Monster! What a monster!"

Xiang Wentian was shocked.

Ren Yingying asked in confusion: "Uncle Xiang, what happened just now?"

Xiang Wentian smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "I don't quite understand it either, but it's obvious that I don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of them!"

Ren Yingying was surprised.

Xiang Wentian's martial arts were considered impressive even in the Five Mountains Country, but now he has lost all his courage?

"Where's my father?" she asked unconvinced.

Xiang Wentian was speechless, shook his head and said, "Do you know what it means to sit in a well and look at the sky?"

"There are no less than twenty people here who can easily defeat Brother Ren!"

Ren Yingying opened her little mouth slightly.

"We can only blame the sea ban policy. While it protects us, it also makes us disconnected from the hundreds of nations in Kyushu!"

On the lake, Zhao Wuxian realized the beauty of the perfect version of "The Fairy from the Other World" and turned his gaze to the shore.

His figure flashed.

[So close yet so far away]!

He appeared in front of the Treasure Pavilion, next to Zhu Yuyan and Shangguan Haitang.

"Your Highness!"

Their hearts skipped a beat and they couldn't help but salute in unison, because Zhao Wuxian, who had just killed someone, still had a murderous aura about him.

The people from the martial arts world around them couldn't help but bow as well.

Zhao Wuxian swept his cold eyes across the room and said calmly, "Weapons are prohibited within a hundred feet of the Treasure Pavilion. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed!"

"From now on, anyone who causes trouble in the pavilion or harasses guests will be expelled from the Treasure Pavilion and put on the blacklist. We will never cooperate with them again!"

Zhao Wuxian looked at Zhu Yuyan.

"Zhu Yuyan, for today's losses and the injuries to the guests, you will have to pay ten times the compensation and be fined half a year's salary. Do you accept this?"

Zhu Yuyan's anxious heart settled down, she took a breath, and said, "Yuyan accepts the punishment!"

Yan Jing'an was stunned.

She found it incredible to see the Demon Sect's Queen acting so well-behaved in front of Zhao Wuxian.

But when you think about the fact that Zhao Wuxian had just killed a master, it is not difficult to understand.

Such power is frightening.

Zhao Wuxian nodded slightly, raised his hand, swung his sword, and asked, "Whose sword is this?"

"My, my, Your Highness!"

A young man came out excitedly.

Zhao Wuxian glanced at him and felt that he looked familiar.

"Your Highness, we met on Mount Wudang." The young man said excitedly.

Zhao WuXian was surprised and asked, "Oh, it's you, the one with the fifty-year-old ginseng? From the Wushan Sect?"

"Yes!"

The young man's face flushed. Your Highness, you still remember a nobody like him?

He could feel all the eyes looking at him, and it was as if he was floating up and his whole body was filled with joy, as if he was about to explode.

Zhao Wuxian nodded to him calmly and said, "I'll borrow your sword for use. Now that it's stained with blood, you can pick a new sword from the Treasure Pavilion!"

He threw the sword lightly, and it shot out like lightning and landed back in front of the young man.

The young man took the sword, held it in his hands, and said excitedly, "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Zhao Wuxian put his hands behind his back and returned to the Treasure Pavilion.

Zhu Yuyan looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, and followed him.

Shangguan Haitang wiped the sweat off his face.

"Every time I face His Highness, I feel so nervous that I can't breathe. I wonder how long I can hold on?"