Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 129 The Battle of Xiangyang ([-])——Crisis Begins
late at night.

Outside the Guo Mansion.

Night, dark night.

Some withered and yellow leaves on the street were blown up by the bitter new wind, fluttering and never falling to the ground.

"Master Vajra, when shall I do it?"

The deep, weird voice rippling in the night wind, looked extremely evil.

Standing outside Guo's mansion, more than 20 masters in different clothes all turned their eyes to the front, an old man dressed as an ascetic monk.

Waiting for the "Vajra Master" to speak.

Danba lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said nothing.

Yang Lian Zhenjia chuckled, took a step forward, and faced the crowd.

"Haihan, benefactors, senior brother is not good at words, so I let the little monk do it for me. Don't you have any objections, benefactors?"

Seeing that Yang Lianzhenjia has the intention of taking command.

Everyone was stunned, with weird expressions, and what's more, they were full of disdain.

However, no one spoke in embarrassment.

These people used to be famous figures in their respective territories. If Yang Lian Zhenjia had spoken such wild words in the past, they would have opened their mouths to laugh and insinuate.

But now gathered here, naturally there will be no infighting at this juncture.

Wearing a black Taoist robe of exquisite fabric, the damaged eyelids of the world's expert attitude twitched slightly.

Crane Biweng understood and took a step forward, with a fake smile on his old face.

"Then when does the master think it's appropriate to do it?"

Yang Lian Zhenjia was calm and composed, his smile became more and more kind and kind, "Mr. Crane, don't worry, the night is long, there will always be opportunities.

By the way, I heard that Mr. He went to Wudang half a month ago with the leader of the East, and I don't know the result of the battle, so I will relieve my boredom by telling it. "

He Biweng was startled when he heard Dongfang Bubai mentioned.

After what happened last time, he didn't want to meet those members of the Devil's Cult again, and he didn't even want to see Dongfang Bubai again.

Crane Biweng smiled happily, and when he was about to speak, a thick beacon was ignited in the north of Xiangyang City.

Yang Lian Zhenjia's smile stopped, and then turned into a big laugh.

"Everyone has stayed in Xiangyang for a long time, now...let's do whatever you want!"

Everyone froze slightly, thought for a while, and smiled.

call--

The wind suddenly picked up, and more than [-] people from Meng Yuan rushed to the Guo Mansion, which was like a pool of stagnant water.

However, these people have different thoughts and different speeds.

Such as "Dalunming King" Jiumozhi, "Evil Man Manying" Duan Yanqing, "Royal Warrior" Xiao Yuanshan and others.

They were not warriors from the Mongolian Yuan camp, so they deliberately lagged one step behind.

And "Xiangxi night ghost" Xiaoxiangzi, "Tianzhu eminent monk" Nimoxing, "Western Region businessman" Yin Kexi and others.

They are waiting to take down Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

I want to get the blue eyes of "Zhengnan King" Meng Ge, so this speed is not uncomfortably fast.

bang, bang, bang...

The heavy vermilion gate was broken by Yang Lian Zhenjia's "Maha Mudra of Esoteric Buddhism" with several palms.

Seeing that he made such a big commotion, Guo Fu didn't respond.

Yang Lian Zhenjia immediately stopped in front of the stone corridor entering the mansion, and was about to remind everyone.

A red figure with a bloody smell has already passed him, without any intention of staying.

"Blood knife?!"

"Huang Rong...hahahaha...the patriarch here I come!...Hiss...I heard that you are still pregnant, good to be pregnant, it will be more fun!!!"

Holding the blood-red broadsword, the blood-knife patriarch shouted unscrupulously with a face full of excitement, and rushed into the dark Guo mansion at the head of the horse.

Staring at his disappearing back, Yang Lian Zhenjia frowned, his eyes were cold.

"Since he mastered the 'Blood Sea Demon Art', this old blood ghost has become less and less concerned about Buddha. It seems that he wants to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson!" '

Yang Lian Zhenjia thought about it secretly, then turned to look at the people behind him.

"This Guo Mansion is weird, everyone, be careful, don't put yourself in it.

After all, there are two innate masters, Beibei and Dongxie, who have been famous for a long time. "

Baishang Taoist raised the corners of his mouth, smiled contemptuously, and strode into Guo Mansion with Lu and He.

He didn't hesitate at all when he heard the names of Dong Xie and Bei Beggar.

Everyone entered Guo's mansion one after another, and when Yang Lian Zhenjia was about to follow, his senior brother stood at the door, looking out of the mansion, and he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"Brother, what's the problem?"

The timid old man lowered his eyes and shook his head lightly, "Maybe it's an illusion, let's go in too."

Yang Lian Zhenjia glanced suspiciously outside, but didn't stop much, and caught up with the people ahead.

……

Xiangyang City, an inn.

"Honored Mother, those people have already entered the Guo Mansion, why don't we help?"

A woman in a white robe with a silver lotus embroidered on her chest asked respectfully.

"Yu'er, that official Zhao family is not afraid of the fall of Xiangyang City, what are we in a hurry for, don't you think?"

Kind, soft, warm, bright... The voice with all kinds of strange magic power ripples like water waves.

Jin Yu'er's delicate body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes closed.

He couldn't help but want to have a good sleep in the arms of the veiled woman in front of him.

With a chuckle, the face of "Honored Matre" under the thin veil seemed unreal and unreal.

I saw her lightly waving her white palm.

Jin Yu'er suddenly regained her spirits, her heart was full of fear and longing, which was extremely complicated.

Through the dark night, "Honored Mother" looked in the direction of Guo Mansion, and asked quickly:

"Yu'er, I remember that child Zhong Yichun recommended a saint to me a few days ago.

I just came back from Daming, so I'm not very clear, please tell me. "

Jin Yu'er listened, her heart was beating extremely fast, and her beautiful jade face hung down into her chest.

Among the three poems of the White Lotus Sect - "Honored Mother", "Ancient Buddha" and "Old Immortal", only "Honored Mother" is a woman, and she is also the most mysterious person.

No one knows where she came from, no one knows her name.

Jin Yu'er remained respectful, and said from memory, "The person recommended by Mr. Zhong is Xiaolongnv from the Ancient Tomb Sect. She should be in the Guo Mansion tonight, but..."

"Yu'er~ In front of me, you don't have to hide your words."

A soft voice rang in my ears.

Jin Yu'er suddenly felt warm in her body, as if soaking in warm water, extremely happy and obsessed.

Unknowingly, my heart was born for this warmth.

Even if he died, he would have no complaints, so he said without thinking:

"However, that little dragon girl has an affair with her apprentice Yang Guo, I'm afraid she is no longer a virgin, I will teach the saint how can she be such a woman."

"Yu'er, you're delusional, you're just a stinky skin, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is.

Whether her heart is pure and flawless.

Whether her character is kind and benevolent.

Whether her wisdom can comprehend the boundless love of "no birth mother" for the common people in the world.

To know that every flower, every tree, every grass, every tree, every dust and every soil in this world has life and is equal, this is the saint of my teaching. "

Jin Yu'er listened, but couldn't understand the life of dust at all.

But how dare she question this "honored mother"?

As if seeing Jin Yuer's thoughts, "Honored Mother" sighed slightly and shook her head lightly.

"In the end, I am old. I love to preach when I am old. Yu'er doesn't have to take it to heart."

Jin Yu'er nodded, bowed her head and waited beside her.

...

...

Inside the Guo Mansion.

The Blood Knife Patriarch had just entered the Guo Mansion, before he had walked a few steps, several stone walls suddenly appeared behind him.

Huo Dou, Yin Kexi, and a black-clothed masked swordsman who were following behind him were all shocked.

"The master of the blood knife sect! The master of the blood knife sect!"

He yelled twice, but no one responded.

Thoughts flickered in Huo Dou's eyes, he jumped up and landed on the stone wall, but because it was too dark, he couldn't see clearly from three feet away.

"Ho Dou, what did you find?"

Yin Kexi asked in a not-so-fluent Central Plains dialect.

Huo Dou shook his head, and lowered his body lightly, "It's too dark around, Xiao Wang can't see clearly."

The black-clothed swordsman frowned, "Then what to do, we'll just wait here."

Looking at the rat who hides his head and shows his tail in front of him.

Huo Du smiled disdainfully, and slowly said: "This is the formation of your Central Plains people, and you are also from the Central Plains, will you break the formation? If not, then you can only follow Xiao Wang to find Xiao Wang Wang's master."

The black-clothed swordsman let out a cold "hum", and suddenly heard a strange voice again.

Click, click, click...

A stone wall appeared behind the three of Huo Dou, Huo Dou clenched his iron bone fan tightly and shouted: "Who is it!"

call--

A thick mountain of sword energy struck towards the three of them.

Huo Dou reacted almost instantly, brought a gust of evil wind, stood on the stone wall, and shouted loudly: "Who is it, get out quickly!"

Yin Kexi took out the golden whip studded with precious stones from his waist, and pulled it out, making an extremely sharp sonic boom.

The black-clothed swordsman immediately drew out his sword, and joined forces with Yin Kexi.

laugh--

Yin Kexi heaved a sigh of relief when the sword energy disappeared, and immediately stared at his surroundings vigilantly.

in the dark.

Yang Guo originally wanted to step close to his face and finish them off with his sword, but he sensed that something was wrong with Hong Qigong, after hesitating for a moment, he randomly swung a few sword qi, and rushed towards the "Thick Earth".

Huo Dou and the others were flustered for a while because of Yang Guo's sword energy, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

Sharp gold bits.

The three of Huo Dou disappeared, but the Blood Knife Patriarch didn't react at all.

He had accomplished his miraculous skills, and when he was proud of himself, he grasped the blood-red saber tightly and strode forward.

hold head high--

A boundless dragon's chant resounded through the sky, the ancestor of Xuedao was terrified, raised his sword and went up to meet him.

As soon as the two met, they went through more than ten moves in a short time, the ancestor of Xuedao saw that the person in front of him was not good-looking, he couldn't help saying: "Xiao Feng is you!"

"Hahaha, it is Xiao!"

Xiao Feng laughed loudly, and flew up, his palms were full of energy, and he slapped the Blood Knife Ancestor on the forehead with a move of "Flying Dragon in the Sky".

hold head high--

The roar of the sky dragon can break the sky.

"How brave!"

The white-haired Patriarch of the Blood Knife flaunted his anger, holding the handle of the knife back and doing a move of "Blood Knife Greeting the Moon", half-twisting his waist and slanting the knife upwards.

The blade slashed straight at the pressing golden dragon, when it was about to hit, Xiao Feng let out a loud shout, and separated his palms, as if grabbing the dragon's tail and tearing it.

Roar! ! !
I saw the Zhanglong Shenlong just now split into two, roared and missed the blade, and swallowed towards the ancestor of the blood knife.

The ancestor of Xuedao had never seen such a "flying dragon in the sky" before. He didn't dare to resist, so he wanted to retreat and dodge, but he felt a burst of suction coming from the mouth of the two long dragons above his head, which slowed down his movement.

bang——

The two dragons slammed into the body of the blood knife ancestor firmly, and saw that the blood knife ancestor was still invincible just now, his clothes were torn, his body was soaked in blood, and he was supporting his body with a big knife.

Xiao Feng stared at him from afar, his palms gathered true energy again.

"Ahem..." He coughed up a big mouthful of blood, his pale hair was scattered on his face, bloodthirsty light flashed in the eyes of the blood knife ancestor, he licked his lips, and cracked a terrifying smile:

"Good! Good! Good!! I really didn't expect Xiao Feng to have such a subtle change in your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!

So... your blood must be delicious! "

As soon as the words fell, the Blood Knife Patriarch rushed towards Xiao Feng with a strong smell of blood, his eyes were full of madness.

Xiao Feng frowned, he knew that he was in charge of the main attack, and the rest were facing opponents many times his own.

He can't delay, so make it fast!

Thick soil bit.

As soon as Yang Guo arrived, he saw Hong Qigong being besieged by King Jinlun, Jiumozhi, and Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"You smelly monks, your martial arts are really good, cough cough..."

Hong Qigong couldn't bear it anymore, he resorted to the Xiaoyaoyou movement method to evade, coughing up blood in his mouth, his white hair had already fallen down, but he didn't show any fear.

"Senior Hong, how are you doing?"

Holding the sword in one hand, Yang Guo came out of the darkness, with anger in his eyes.

"Yang boy, why are you here? Get out, get out, the old beggar hasn't hit enough cough...cough...cough..."

talking and talking.

Hong Qigong coughed violently again, but kept waving his hands at Yang Guo, as if he disliked Yang Guo and got in the way.

"Hey, you brat isn't dead yet, so I invite you to appreciate the Buddha's 'Blood Handprint'!"

Although Yang Lian Zhenjia already knew that Yang Guo was not dead, he was still surprised when he saw it with his own eyes, but his tone was full of sarcasm.

Jiumozhi frowned, he didn't expect Yang Guo to be here.

After this meeting, I felt my body start to itch again.

But today.

He thought it was time for revenge.

"Benefactor Yang met again, how have you been recently?"

"Hehe, Jiumozhi, didn't you say you would never bother me again? Why are you talking like farting?"

Jiumozhi's expression didn't change, he still had a dignified treasure face and a smile.

"Benefactor Yang, what the little monk said that day was not to disturb you and that girl, but if you're here today, it's not considered a broken vow, isn't it?"

"Hehe, you stinky monks of the Tantric sect are really shameless. You call black people white, and white people black. You have a way of dealing with these things, don't you?"

Jiumozhi was about to speak, but Jinlun Dharma King stretched out his hand and interrupted, "Master Ming, don't be fooled by this kid, he is just delaying time."

After being found out, Yang Guo didn't panic, anyway, he also wanted to test where his current limit was.

'After a while, it seems that Chief Huang is about to give birth, what should I do? '

At this time, Xiao Longnv used "Mind Consonance Yidiantong" to transmit the sound.

Yang Guo was slightly startled, and hurriedly replied: "Gu Gu, if someone is coming towards you, you must notify me in advance, and I will end the matter here." '

As soon as the words fell, Yang Guo's eyes suddenly changed, sharp as a knife, cold as a knife.

"Three, Mr. Yang wants to invite three of you today...to try the sword!"

hum-

With the dragon chant from the sword, Yang Guo jumped up suddenly, imitating the divine carving, and using the force of falling to the ground, he used the sword move-one sword to open the mountain.

Slash at Yang Lian Zhenjia's head.

The sword has no front, but the victory has a front.

Thick sword energy, generous sword body.

The envoy Yang Lian Zhenjia had no intention of resisting at all.

After testing the strength of Yang Guo's epee once and his arms went numb from the shock, Yang Lian Zhenjia immediately extinguished the idea of ​​confronting Yang Guo head-on.

"Boy, who is your swordsmanship with..."

call--

One sword, another sword, completely did not give him a chance to speak.

"Don't run away, bald donkey, aren't you quite capable just now?"

(End of this chapter)