Chapter 127: The Heroes' Assembly

  Great victory!

  On the ground, a fiery red shadow flashed by quickly, while above it, a pair of white figures sat calmly on the fiery red horse. The man and woman were both dressed in white clothes, the man was handsome, the woman was gentle and beautiful, as if they were a celestial couple descended from heaven!

  The people by the roadside were shocked to see them, knowing that the white-clad couple riding a fiery red horse was the legendary Tomb Murderer and his wife of Jianghu!

  For these two months, Qiu Shui didn't rush on the road, but instead strolled along with Xiao Long Nu while appreciating the scenery, and they walked for a full two months.

  At this time, the Great Victory Gate Hero Meeting was crowded with people, more than in the original book. Top-notch masters were not few! At this moment, the chaotic hero meeting suddenly had someone spread the news that the Killing God of the Ancient Tomb Sect had arrived, and instantly the entire noisy hero meeting fell silent.

  The host of the Heroes' Assembly, Guo Jing and Huang Rong, were shocked upon hearing this. Huang Rong's face turned pale with a hint of resentment as she gazed at Guo Jing, saying: "You're fine, why provoke others? Someone else's wife, can they not get angry?"

  Although she had some grievances in her heart, Huang Rong did not blame Guo Jing. A pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes secretly glanced at the house and let out a long sigh of relief, fortunately, Shifu and Father had arrived.

  At this time, Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi inside the house heard the news coming from outside, with a serious face they got up and walked out of the house.

  To know that the seven sons of Quanzhen, although not invincible, but with a set of sword arrays, can indeed fight against the five ultimate masters for a while. But unexpectedly, the Quanzhen sect actually spread the word to retreat and avoid him, making the two men realize that this person's killing god's fate is not just an empty name!

  Guo Jing's face was also solemn, unsure of what to do. Of course, he knew he had overdone things a bit, but today's Hero's Conference was meant to counter the Mongolian army, yet he didn't know what the other side wanted!

  Guo Jing's idea was that if Huang Rong and Huang Yaoshi found out, they would have to kill him. If a man can't even protect another man's wife, what kind of man is he?

  Boom!

  A pair of people dressed in white clothes slowly walked in from the entrance, the man's face was cold and stern, his eyes were filled with indifference, the woman's face was icy, her phoenix-like eyes looked down on all heroes as if they were nothing!

  Two people walked slowly with their fingers intertwined, as if a majestic mountain-like aura was spreading out to greet them.

  The two seemed like people who had walked out of a painting! Huang Yaoshi saw them and nodded slightly.

  Gulp! A sound of swallowing saliva broke the silence, and suddenly all eyes were on that person. It turned out to be a bald monk! He was about thirty years old, with a rough face and a stout body, but his dim, enchanting eyes ruined people's impression of him.

  A cold glint flashed in Autumn Water's eyes, and with a whooshing sound, an illusion suddenly appeared in the air, instantly appearing before the lustful monk.

  "Ahh! My eyes!"

  A shrill and mournful sound suddenly rose, frightening the group of heroes with a look of horror in their eyes! The opponent had directly appeared before Su Meng and Shang, stretching out two fingers to dig out his opponent's eyes!

  Ahh! The monk on the ground had blood flowing from his eyes and was rolling around everywhere, screaming loudly!

  Plop! A pair of eyes that were still in the hands as white as autumn water and jade, directly pinched into a pulp under the gaze of all the heroes!

  Xiao Long Nu's face was cold and clear, but her eyes were filled with questioning as she looked at Qiu Shui and asked: "Why did you dig out his eyeballs?"

  Qiu Shui swung her sleeve and shook off the dirt in her hand, slowly walking towards Xiaolongnv's side. For a moment, the surrounding heroes retreated backwards, not daring to provoke the killing god.

  The man, who had just been cold and stern in the eyes of everyone, like a killing god, walked to the girl's side, his face suddenly became extremely gentle, he lightly stroked her forehead and said: "I hate the way he looks at you!"

  Boom! As soon as the words fell, it made the Jianghu heroes even more shocked and frightened. It was actually just because they didn't like someone's gaze that they dug them up. They truly lived up to their reputation as a killing god!

  Originally some people still wanted to challenge Qiu Shui, thinking of making a name for themselves by stepping on Qiu Shui. But now they all shrunk their necks and didn't dare to think wildly anymore.

  But in the eyes of Guo Jing and Hong Qigong, a warm flame flashed by, and with just one disliking glance, they could ruthlessly dig out each other's eyeballs. Such unbridled cruelty made both men feel somewhat uncomfortable at heart.

  On the other side, Huang Yao Shi, dressed in a green robe with an elegant yet slightly evil aura and a jade flute tucked into his waist, flashed a look of admiration in his eyes!

  The simple little dragon girl seemed to understand after hearing Autumn Water's answer, her clear eyes gazed at Autumn Water and nodded slightly, saying in a soft voice: "Then why are there so many people here?"

  Boom! Seeing the clear and pure eyes of the simple girl utter these words, it suddenly made the heroes' hearts tremble!

  "Then kill them all!"

  Boom! Even colder and more ruthless words came out of the man's mouth, and a collective gasp echoed around the crowd. The onlookers were so frightened that they lowered their heads, not daring to look at the wife again. He killed people like slaughtering dogs, yet he seemed completely unbothered.

  Xiaolongnv is simply unaware and doesn't care, while Qiushui indeed doesn't mind. In the Three Kingdoms world, there are tens of thousands of lives in my hands! Humph! Would I care about adding a few more lives?!

  This man is even more evil than Dong Xie!

  At this time, only the Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi's eyes were filled with a continuous stream of colorful lights, as if he had found someone who understood him! Meanwhile, Guo Jing on the side couldn't help but look away, just thinking of stepping forward to advise them a couple of sentences, but was quickly grabbed by Huang Rong beside him, whose heart was full of worry, not wanting Guo Jing to take this risk.

  "Amitabha!"

  A Buddha's name echoed in the air, a white-browed high monk wearing a kasaya came out, with his hands clasped together facing Autumn Water: "The donor's murderous heart is somewhat excessive, put down the butcher knife and attain Buddhahood on the spot!"

  Wow! Isn't this the great master Huiming of Shaolin Temple? It's said that he's proficient in the Dragon Claw and Great Power Vajra Palm of Shaolin, and has a high reputation in the martial arts world! I didn't expect him to come today, especially since Shaolin Temple has been closed for many years!

  But upon seeing this old monk, Huang Yaoshi's eyes flashed with a serious expression. He knew that this old monk's martial arts had reached the peak of the first-class, and if he weren't old, he might have already broken through to the same level as him.

  But at this time, Qiū Shuǐ's face was cold, and in his heart, he hated these monks the most. Normally, they were dignified and polite, but they didn't pay taxes, and they even annexed the land outside of Shàolín Temple. What he detested even more was that whenever a fugitive escaped to Shàolín Temple and was taken in, the imperial court couldn't continue to pursue them! Especially those who had fled to Shàolín Temple to become monks and avoid being caught for raping women - they should be killed!

  In Autumn Water's eyes, these people are just parasites. They don't do farm work and when they go out, they pretend to be beggars in disguise. To put it bluntly, they're only better than real beggars by having one more clean shirt; otherwise, they're not even as good as beggars.

  In Qiū Shuǐ's eyes, doing nothing was even more despicable than the many deceitful and thieving scoundrels in the sect, yet they still pretended to be compassionate every day. This made Qiū Shuǐ's heart feel even more disgusted, with a flash of murderous intent passing through her mind.

  P.S: Thank you for your support all along, I promise to work hard and write well.