Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1000
Long Biyun took out a secret book from her bosom, handed it to her and said, "Uncle Sixth, this is the supreme martial art "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Book" of our sect. From now on, you may be responsible for the incense of Cihangxuan. passed on."

Long Zixuan took the secret book with trembling hands, put it close to his body, and then bid farewell to the sisters in the Xuan Xuan. After putting on his swords in a very short time, he left Ci Hang Xuan with thirty female disciples of Ci Hang Xuan .At this time, there were more than 100 disciples of Cihangxuan left on the field.

With tears in her eyes, Long Biyun said loudly: "Today may be the day of Benxuan's life and death. I don't want to see Benxuan's sisters and elders get hurt because of this. You all go."

All of the more than 100 female disciples suddenly knelt down and said in unison: "We are born as Cihang people and die as Cihang ghosts. We are willing to go to disaster with Cihang."

Long Biyun said in a trembling voice: "In this battle, life and death are uncertain, and there is no need for you at all."

A female disciple said loudly: "Master Xuan, most of our people here are orphans. If it weren't for the old Master Xuan and all the masters, we would have starved to death on the street. Regardless of life or death, we are all disciples of Cihangxuan. Even if Lord Xuan wants us to leave, we will not leave, anyone who dares to violate Cihang is violating us, and we will defend Cihang's dignity with the sword in our hands!"

After hearing this, Long Biyun was so moved that she wanted to cry, but she held back.Looking over one by one, among the female disciples of Cihangxuan, some are older and some are younger than him, but no matter how big or small, at this moment, their hearts are connected together.

Long Biyun tremblingly said: "With good sisters like you, I, as Xuanzhu, have to be touched. Well, let's join hands and see what the Persian Holy Cult can do to Cihang? I'm here to tell God Make an oath, no matter which sister dies in battle, as long as I, Long Biyun, are still alive, I will definitely avenge her!" Turning her head, she said to Long Rudai: "Uncle Master, you are old..."

Long Rudai said abruptly: "Yun'er, you don't have to persuade me, even if I die, I will die here."

Long Biyun looked at Long Ziyin again, and Long Ziyin smiled and said, "Yun'er, you are really kind to Master, so don't say things that ask Master to leave." Looking at Long Biyun, she suddenly sighed, as if He seemed to have a lot to say to her, but in the end he said loudly: "Jianming."

Fang Jianming came up and said, "Aunt Long, do you always have orders?"

Long Ziyin stared at her and said with a serious expression: "I don't care how many confidante you will have in the future, but Yun'er was handed over to you with my own hands. If you dare to lose to her in the future, I will not let you go over you."

Fang Jianming said: "Aunt Long, I can't guarantee how long I can take care of Yun'er, but I can swear here that as long as I have my breath, I will definitely prevent all disasters for her."

Long Ziyin smiled, very happily, and said: "With your words, even if I die, I will die without regret." After speaking, facing the more than 100 female disciples, he said: "I, Cihangxuan Standing in the martial arts world for hundreds of years, not everyone can be defeated, let's go down the mountain to see what kind of person wants to make things difficult for Benxuan."

Just as he was about to lead his disciples down the mountain, he suddenly heard a voice from the bottom of the mountain saying: "Where is Master Cihangxuan? Please go down the mountain and see you."

Long Ziyin snorted coldly, and rushed down the mountain with all his disciples.A dozen Cihangxuan disciples who were of the same generation as Long Ziyin surrounded Long Rudai and rushed down the mountain.And Long Biyun walked with Fang Jianming and others, rushing down the mountain.

When everyone came to the foot of the mountain, they saw that the people of the Persian Holy Cult had already set up a posture on a piece of grass. Looking from afar, they were in an orderly formation, with the momentum of swallowing up mountains and rivers. There were at least a thousand people.There are as many experts as there are, no less than a hundred.In the center of the formation is a soft sedan chair carried by eight people, and a person sits on the sedan chair. As for his appearance, because it is covered by a white gauze, he cannot be seen very clearly. You can only vaguely see that he seems to be holding something in his hand. Something like a staff.

Fang Jianming stared intently, slightly taken aback in his heart. Although he couldn't see the opponent's appearance clearly, he could feel that the opponent was a terrifying master. If he didn't expect it, this person might be a member of the Persian Holy Cult. pope.

At the front of the battle, the five people sitting on horseback were "Apostle of Wisdom" Bachman, "Apostle of Benevolence" Shariwal, "Apostle of Earth" Spanda, "Apostle of Clean Water" Bohya and "Apostle of Flame" Adibe.A group of people at the back also rode horses. Except for Ma Landi, Fang Jianming was not well-known.

Ma Landi is a representative figure among the tenth-level dharma kings, which means that this group of people are either tenth-level dharma kings, or the highest level of dharma protectors, that is, ninth-level dharma protectors.

Fang Jianming took a deep breath, and thought to himself; "I never thought that so many people would come from the Persian Holy Cult this time. For such a battle, let alone Ci Hangxuan, I'm afraid there will be no other sect in the martial arts that can compete with it." "He suddenly thought of Sima Chenyu's adoptive father, the mysterious man who could compete with Master Yin. In the martial arts, the one who can stand up to the Persian holy religion is probably the one headed by him. The strength of the banner.

The two sides confronted each other for a while, only to hear Bachman, the envoy of wisdom and goodness, say arrogantly: "Among you, who is the master of Cihangxuan?" Before Long Biyun could speak, Long Ziyin came out and said: "I yes."

Bachman was stunned for a moment, and said: "I heard that Long Biyun, the owner of Cihangxuan, is a woman in her 20s. You look at least 40 years old. How could it be Long Biyun?"

Long Ziyin said: "I am Long Biyun's master."

Bachman let out an "Oh" and said: "So that's how it is. Since you, the master, came out, I don't need to see Long Biyun. This envoy asks you, this holy religion has no grievances or enmities with you, Cihangxuan. Why did Hangxuan kill people from our religion?"

Long Ziyin said: "Your Excellency, it is better to talk about the evidence. When will the people of this religion kill your Persian religion?"

Bachman's expression darkened, and he said, "This envoy asks you, has your disciple ever been to the main altar of our religion?"

Long Ziyin was thinking about how to answer, when Long Biyun came out and asked, "What do you mean by your words?"

Bachman glanced at Long Biyun, frowned and said, "You are Long Biyun?"

Long Biyun said: "Not bad."

Bachman glanced at the sword on her waist, and said with a sneer, "This envoy asks you, have you ever been to the main altar of the religion?"

Long Biyun said: "So what?"

Bachman said: "So, you are one of the three masked women, what about the other two?"

Zhu Qiyan strode out and said, "There's still me."

Bachmann asked, "What about the third one?"

Zhu Qiyan said: "She's not here."

(End of this chapter)