"Papapapa..." One stick after another, the heavy iron stick hit Fu Chenxue's body, blood splattered, and even the ground under him was trembling. The Wudang "Iron Rod Staff" was made of black iron. The stick was as thick as a peacock. The whole stick weighed 108 kilograms, which was pitch black and cold, making the hair stand up. When one stick went down, the skin was blooming, the bones were broken and the tendons were broken. No matter how good your martial arts were, you would be killed. Taoist Wugui, who was known as the "No. 1 fastest sword" in the martial arts world three hundred years ago, was said to have great skills. He died after only ten sticks. For three hundred years, this stick has been sealed and was not invited again until today.

Fu Chenxue did not use his power to resist, but instead suffered a heavy blow from the "Iron Rod Staff" with his body. One, two, three... Thirty, forty, fifty... No one knows how many times Fu Chenxue fainted, his blood and bones were almost broken inch by inch, and even the bluestone slab under him was shattered. He was always lying there, without raising his head or saying a word, as if a cold corpse. Under a hundred iron Rod Staff, even the iron man had to smash it.

Seeing the eroded body like mud, the disciple who was executed could no longer bear it. The "iron spine stick" fell to the ground with a "clang" and the person rushed to the side and vomited.

"Bad! Drag him down and change another!" Qing Feng's hair was messy and his face was ferocious. Ten fingernails were pinched into the flesh, and his teeth bit out a blood mark on his lips. When he saw the punishment disciple vomiting so darkly, he rushed up and kicked the man away, and shouted loudly.

Another disciple came up, but after less than ten sticks, he fell down and vomited wildly. The third disciple who was sentenced to death continued...

The news spread quickly, and Wudang was shocked. It was Fu Chenxue, who was like a god. How could Wudang treat him like this? Many people have heard that he challenged Wudang's thousand-year sect rules for Zi Lan, and they have heard that he was punished for his junior brother. Such a good man who values ​​love and righteousness would be killed under the stick. Where is the law of heaven? Where is justice? Wudang crying loudly. Wudang disciples spontaneously rushed to the "Prevent Academy", and they wanted to see the heroes in their hearts with their own eyes. Strangely, the head of each hall, including the head of Qingwei, did not stop it. There were more and more people outside the "Prevent Academy", and tens of thousands of Wudang disciples were in agitation. I don't know who took the lead and shouted: "Wudang is unfair, where is the law of heaven?"

This sound was like a shell exploded in the crowd, and tens of thousands of disciples thundered and thundered in the mountains and seas:

"Let Fu Chenxue go, true love is innocent!"

"The way of heaven is unfair, what is the purpose of practicing Taoism?"

"Oppose torture and give me human rights!"

"If you are not free, you would rather die!"

...

The female disciples of "Biluo Palace" cried and shook the world. They knew the story between Fu Chenxue and Zi Lan best, and also witnessed Fu Chenxue's domineering side with their own eyes - for the sake of her beloved woman, she didn't even want her life, and what reputation would she have? This sentence is enough to make women all over the world go crazy. Now that their heroes and idols are about to die, how can they not be sad and desperate?

The "Biluo Palace" was quiet, except for a few old Taoist nuns over fifty years old, and even a young disciple could not be seen. Zi Lan was lying on the bed, with the high-quality sandalwood burning in the room, and still could not suppress the strong smell of blood. When Zi Lan woke up, there was no one in the room, and there was a faint shouting in her ears. Listening carefully, she could not hear anything. She felt so thirsty that she screamed "Hui'er" twice, but no one agreed. She couldn't help but hold on to her, and she was forced to get up, her head heavy and her feet were spinning. She finally touched the tea cup on the table, but her hands trembled and knocked over again. The tea was cold, and it slowly flowed from the table to the ground.

The sound of "dongdong" footsteps sounded outside, and Mo Huier ran in with tears on her face. Seeing Zi Lan, she said nothing, poured a cup of tea from the water bottle and handed it to Zi Lan.

Zi Lan trembled and took the teacup without drinking it. She looked at Mo Huier, "Huier, what happened? What's wrong with you... what's wrong with you?"

Mo Huier didn't say anything and kept crying.

"Did the Grand Master punish you?"

Mo Huier shook her head and was still just crying.

Zi Lan felt a bad omen in her heart, and finally sighed and said, "It's Chen Xue... has he left?"

Mo Huier turned her face and sobbed even more violently.

Zi Lan said with a pale face, but she seemed to be relieved: "Let's go, leaving Wudang is his best choice... I hope he won't come back."

Mo Huier could no longer help, and suddenly turned around and cried: "Sister Zi Lan, the little master uncle did not leave... He is about to die!"

"Ba" The teacup in Zi Lan's hand fell to the ground, split into pieces, and the hot tea splashed on Zi Lan's body. She didn't feel any pain at all, staring at Mo Hui'er. Suddenly, she stood up suddenly, and from somewhere she grabbed Mo Hui'er, like an injured female wolf: "Hui'er, tell me quickly, he...what is wrong with him?"

Mo Huier cried, "The uncle of the young master broke into the 'Biluo Hall' and said he loved you in public. He was hit by a hundred iron ridge sticks in the 'Direction Academy' and was flooded in the 'Yin Yang Pond' for seven days... He is almost beaten to death now, wuwu..."

"One hundred iron-rod sticks? God, I hate it so much..." Zi Lan squirted a blood arrow up to the sky, and her body fell backwards. Mo Huier quickly looked and hugged her, crying, "Sister Zi Lan, don't die... wake up quickly..."

Zi Lan opened her eyes, struggled out of Mo Huier's arms, and staggered out. Mo Huier came up and grabbed her and shouted, "Sister Zi Lan, what are you going to do?"

Zi Lan spit out another mouthful of blood, but she became much more awake: "I want to go find Chen Xue, he is mine... I want to die with him..."

"Didn't you say you want to marry Senior Brother Miao Pu?"

"No... I will not marry anyone except Chen Xue... I will only be his bride in this life..."

"But he's going to die..."

"I will die with him, no one can separate us..." Zi Lan said, and broke away from Mo Huier's hand and stumbled outward. She had just run a few steps and fell to the ground. She crawled out with all her strength and shouted: "Hui'er, help me... help me up..."

Mo Huier helped Zi Lan up and burst into tears.

Miaozhen saw Zi Lan and Hui'er from afar, and did not come forward or dissuade him. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, recited the scriptures silently, and tears appeared faintly at the corners of her eyes.

After one hundred iron ridge sticks were beaten, nearly ten disciples of the "Prevention Academy" who were executed fell down. After hearing the disciple who was calling out "One Hundred", Qingfeng looked like a mad tiger, and was the first to pounce on it, hugged the almost human-shaped body tightly. The tiger's eyes were like tears, and he roared: "Chenxue, wake up quickly..."

The punishment of the rod ended, and the "Prevention Academy" released the ban, and Qingyuan and others rushed in like crazy.
Chapter completed!