Chapter 144 Execution
"puff!"

The red evil blade pierced through Xu Mujun's body, and Xu Mujun slightly turned sideways at the critical moment.

Blood mixed with an arm flew up into the sky.

His left arm was directly cut off by the old Taoist priest Ban Yuan using the Red Evil Blade!

"General!"

"General!"

The only remaining Grandmaster warrior of the Dragon Scale Army behind him roared and immediately chased after him to assist Xu Mujun.

When faced with Xu Mujun who abandoned his left arm and rushed towards him, Elder Ban Yuan was actually a little flustered for a moment.

He stood where he was, and did not retreat or dodge. Instead, he made a hand gesture with one hand, trying to summon the Red Evil Blade back.

"Don't even think about it!"

A grandmaster-level warrior in this life roared, stood directly in front of the Red Evil Blade, and slashed down fiercely with the steel knife in his hand.

With a "clang", the steel knife in his hand was cut into two halves, and the red evil blade that contained the essence and blood of Elder Ban also trembled violently and hung on the ground.

At this moment, Xu Mujun finally stepped in front of Elder Ban Yuan.

The broken knife in his right hand chopped towards Elder Ban's neck without hesitation.

"puff!"

Elder Ban Yuandao was greatly shocked and quickly stepped back, but he just managed to avoid the fatal sword.

In addition, the weapon in Xu Mujun's hand was a broken knife, and the broken crack ran diagonally downward from the left side of his neck, leaving a wound more than three feet long.

"what!"

Ban Yuanlaodao screamed immediately, but even so, he was not dead yet.

"Damn you mortals! How dare you hurt me, the Taoist priest? I want you to die, I want you to die!!!"

He screamed and roared, and scratched the blood on his body. His flesh and blood tumbled, and worms completely bathed in blood actually crawled out of his wounds.

"Blood Evil Gu! Let me swallow him up, swallow him up!"

"Buzzing..."

More than a dozen blood-killing insects made a series of buzzing sounds and rushed towards Xu Mujun.

However, Xu Mujun did not retreat but advanced instead, ignoring the more than ten blood-killing insects biting and sucking blood from his body, and stepped on the thigh of Ban Yuanlaodao.

At the same time, Zhou Zhou's broken knife chopped down without hesitation.

"puff!"

The first knife.

"what!"

Second knife.

"Spare my life..."

The third knife.

"I am willing to submit..."

The fourth knife
"what……!"

It was not until the fifth strike that Ban Yuanlaodao's neck was completely cut off, and the blood evil insects all over his body also became panicked at this moment, running around like a headless fly.

Some were still biting and sucking blood, while others quickly spread their wings and fled.

At this moment, Xu Mujun looked extremely miserable. He was naked and bloodthirsty, especially his left arm which was broken at the elbow, revealing blood and bones.

He grabbed Ban Yuanlaodao's head with one hand and stepped hard on his abdomen with one foot.

"puff!"

The Dantian shattered and a large amount of blood gushed out.

All the pores on Xu Mujun's body opened up, absorbing the bloody evil power around him.

The bloody sword of a hundred battles!

This is a martial arts technique he created himself, which can improve one's own skills and realm by absorbing the murderous aura and bloody power of the battlefield.

After more than thirty years of fighting, his martial arts skills had reached the innate realm.

The number of enemies who died at his hands numbered at least tens of thousands, or even over a hundred thousand.

But even so, he had never killed a monk.

Now, this elder Ban Yuandao was the first cultivator to die under his sword.

"Om...!"

As the blood evil power was absorbed, the true energy in Xu Mujun's dantian recovered rapidly.

And a sharp buzzing sound came again, shooting out and grabbed in the hand.

Bloody flying sword.

This top-grade flying sword that was taken from Huo Lingzi had been nurtured by Xu Mujun's blood and true energy for several years, and he could now control it a little.

But it was just a simple manipulation, otherwise it would not have been easily broken by the old Taoist master Ban Yuan.

If Xu Mujun wants to fully control this flying sword, he must kill Huo Lingzi!

"General!"

At this time, the only remaining Grandmaster warrior of the Dragon Scale Army rushed over and half-knelt on the ground, filled with grief.

"Tiehu is dead, Poshan is dying..."

Xu Mujun came to Poshan and looked at him, his chest was pierced and he was covered in blood, but he was still trying to smile. He choked up a little, and said in a cold voice: "Poshan..."

"General... cough cough cough..."

His chest was pierced by the red evil blade of the elder Dao, and his internal organs had long been burned to ashes.

Moreover, the wound was filled with a strong evil spirit that was devouring his vitality.

This injury is beyond the reach of even gods!
He is still able to speak at this moment, relying solely on a breath of true energy to keep him alive.

"Poshan has no regrets about following the general and riding his horse across the world...hahahaha..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

There was a violent cough, and blood mixed with internal organs gushed out. Finally, he collapsed to the ground with his hands weak, and died.

"Broken mountain!"

"Po Shan! Wuuwuwu..."

The comrades lay on Poshan's body and cried loudly, with tears streaming down their faces.

Even Xu Mujun's eyes were a little moist, but he quickly recovered.

Over the years, he has experienced many sacrifices of comrades and the passing of colleagues, and he can always hide his sadness quickly.

"Guanshan, Guanshan."

"General, I am here!"

"Go and count the casualties of the Dragon Scale Army. You stay here and wait for me to come back."

Guan Shan wiped his tears and said, "What about you, General? Where are you going?"

"I?"

Xu Mujun's eyes flashed, and he looked at the people still fighting in the distance, and said coldly: "Just suppress the rebellion."

Guan Shan's mouth twitched, and he sighed and said, "By the way, General, I found this thing!"

As he said this, he picked up a short blade, held it in both hands and handed it to Xu Mujun.

"This thing... is it a cultivator's magical tool?"

Xu Mujun frowned and said, this short blade is exactly the magic weapon of Taoist Ban Yuan, the Red Evil Blade!

After his death, this magical weapon lost its spiritual power and became ownerless.

Compared to the steel knives made of refined steel, the cultivators' magic weapons are more solid and sharper. Xu Mu's military knife: "I'll leave this magic weapon to you. Use your blood and inner qi to warm it up, and you can use it as if it were your own arm."

"The elder Dao Ban is dead. You only need to spend a few years to completely possess this magic weapon and make it your most precious treasure for protection."

Guan Shan hesitated for a moment, but still put it away: "Thank you, General!"

"From now on, this short blade will be called... Po Hu."

"It is also to commemorate Tiehu and Poshan!"

"It's all up to you!"

Xu Mujun agreed, turned around and walked towards Xu Xuanwu.

At this time, the fight between Xu Xuanwu and Chen Zhongcai in the distance had become fierce.

A tyrant who, in order to dominate the world, was willing to resort to such unfilial means as patricide.

The other was a soldier who was taught from childhood to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and to repay the country with his death.

The two of them fought each other for their different beliefs.

Like his father Xu Mujun, Xu Xuanwu is proficient in the Hundred Battles Bloody Sword.

But during his years of living and practicing in Nanyue County, he integrated his own understanding and the differences between Nanyue County's martial arts and walked his own path.

His swordsmanship no longer had the obvious killing power on the battlefield, but instead became sinister and vicious, and every blade of sword energy contained an extremely vicious poison!
The blood evil and poison power complemented each other, forcing Chen Zhong to retreat continuously.

Chen Zhong, on the other hand, was practicing the "Black Lotus Manual" which was inherited from Chen Liancang.

His figure flickers like a ghost, his claws are sinister and vicious, one claw is enough to split gold and stone, and it also has poisonous power.

The two men's figures were intertwined like ghosts, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner in the fight.

"What kind of drug did Emperor Zhengyong give you that could make you so devoted?"

Xu Xuanwu held a long knife and forced Chen Zhong to retreat continuously.

After all, he had a weapon in his hand and had the upper hand, and had left many injuries on Chen Zhong.

If Chen Zhong hadn't always been fighting with the strategy of exchanging life for life, he would have been defeated long ago.

Chen Zhong said coldly: "Your Majesty is the true dragon emperor. A rebel like you is not qualified to mention His Majesty?"

"The True Dragon Son of Heaven?"

Xu Xuanwu sneered and said, "When I conquer the world, I will also be the true dragon emperor, hahahaha..."

"go away!"

"boom!"

The Hundred Battles Blood Evil Sword slashed down again, and Chen Zhong dodged like a ghost.

But after Xu Xuanwu had slashed with a knife, he suddenly pulled his other hand and a short knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

He stretched out his hand and blocked Chen Zhong, tearing open Chen Zhong's chest.

"mean!"

"Hahahaha... As long as we can win, why would it matter if we're mean or not?"

“Go die!”

"when!"

The sound of violent weapons colliding suddenly rang out, and dazzling sparks flew everywhere.

A one-armed man wrapped in a simple red cloak suddenly appeared between the two of them.

“Father, Father!!!”

Xu Xuanwu exclaimed, not daring to believe his eyes.

Xu Mujun held a bloody broken knife in his hand and held the long knife in Xu Xuanwu's hand firmly with one hand.

He subconsciously looked into the distance, trying to find the figure of Taoist Ban Yuan, but unfortunately he only saw ruins.

"What are you looking for?"

"Madara elder Dao?"

Xu Mujun's tone was extremely cold, but Xu Xuanwu, who knew him well, felt his heart skip a beat.

Unlike ordinary people, the angrier Xu Mujun gets, the calmer he becomes.

Because only by calming down can he think more thoroughly and find the most appropriate solution.

And now.

Xu Mujun's anger was on the verge of a volcanic eruption!
"Follow me back to the capital and plead guilty to His Majesty."

"I do not!"

Xu Xuanwu gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Father! The world is in chaos now, and it's all the sins committed by Emperor Zhengyong alone."

"When Yu lost his deer, the whole world chased him!"

"There are at least dozens of rebel kings in the world now. Some are rebelling against the tyranny of Emperor Zhengyong, some are ambitious and want to seize the throne, and some are pleading for the people. Why can't we occupy the world!"

"This world belongs to the virtuous!"

"Beast!"

"Snapped!"

Xu Mujun slapped Xu Xuanwu directly on the face, causing him to stagger.

"My Xu family has been loyal for generations, how could a traitor like you appear?"

"Your Majesty is unkind, so we should be kind and righteous!"

"Snapped!"

Another slap, and Xu Xuanwu took another step forward.

"Your Majesty is a tyrant. We should risk our lives to advise him!"

"Snapped!"

"Your Majesty is immoral, and we should suppress the rebellion and restore justice!"

"Snapped!"

"Dayu is about to collapse, and we should support the collapsing building and turn the tide!"

Xu Mujun gritted his teeth and said, "Instead of raising an army in rebellion, fighting for supremacy, and causing the common people to be displaced and live in misery!"

"In this case, even if you sit on the throne, you will only be the next tyrant!"

"Father!"

Xu Xuanwu's left cheek was red from being hit by Xu Mujun. He was filled with shame and anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "The world is in chaos now. Even if I don't die, many more people will!"

"Without me, Nanyue County, Yunzhou, Yuezhou, and even nearby Shuzhou and Jiangzhou would be in chaos! The people would suffer!"

"I am also..."

"Snapped!"

Xu Mujun slapped Xu Xuanwu in the face, knocking him unconscious again.

"You do not deserve!"

"Father……"

Xu Xuanwu took a deep breath, and the panic in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a strong murderous intent.

In his mind, he suddenly remembered what Elder Ban Yuandao had just said.

Anyone who stands in my way can be killed, even the closest relatives!

Throughout history, how many emperors have killed their brothers and fathers for the throne.

Different road non-phase plan!

He jumped with one hand and slashed towards Xu Mujun's neck with the long sword in his hand without hesitation!
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