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Just as the footsteps of these people stopped, a crisp sound of horse hooves came from the west. Five horses came galloping like the wind, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves filled the air. They passed by Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying quickly, and the speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

However, after galloping for more than ten feet, one of the horses suddenly turned back. A middle-aged woman sat on the horse, with a tired look on her face, but a firm look in her eyes. She pulled the reins and stopped the horse in front of Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying, and said, "Excuse me, you two, can you see an old man in a white robe? He is tall and thin, with a curved sword on his waist."

Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying looked at each other, and both saw doubt in each other's eyes. Then they shook their heads at the same time, and Yi Huawei said, "I didn't see it."

After hearing this, the woman didn't say anything more, but just frowned slightly, then turned her horse's head and chased in the direction where the other four riders left. Her figure on the horse looked particularly neat, as if she had an aura that should not be underestimated.

After the woman left, Ren Yingying frowned slightly and said, "It seems that they are chasing after the old man in the white robe. I wonder what the old man did to attract so many people to chase him."

Yi Huawei nodded slightly and said, "Things in the underworld are always complicated. Maybe the old man has something important on him, or he has offended some powerful person."

The two men looked at each other, understood each other, smiled at each other, and immediately moved forward following the dust raised by the five horses.

Along the way, they met several groups of people, all of whom asked them about the old man who was "wearing a white robe, tall and thin, with a curved sword hanging from his waist."

Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying always answered truthfully and said that they had not seen it.

After walking a few miles and passing through a pine forest, a plain suddenly appeared in front of us. The plain was vast and stretched as far as the eye could see. On the plain, many people stood in a black mass, at least six or seven hundred people.

But the wilderness was so vast that the six or seven hundred people only occupied a small spot in the middle. A straight road led to the crowd, and Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying walked forward along the road.

As we got closer, we saw a small pavilion among the crowd. This pavilion was used by travelers to rest in the wilderness, and it was of a rather crude construction. It was supported by a few wooden pillars and covered with a layer of thatch. The group of people surrounded the pavilion, about a few feet away, but did not approach.

Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying walked closer by more than ten feet, and saw an old man in white clothes sitting alone at a wooden table drinking. Although he was sitting, he was still about the same height as an ordinary person. He sat there with a leisurely posture, as if the people around him had nothing to do with him.

The two walked slowly forward and squeezed into the crowd. In the crowd, people were talking in low voices, and the sound was noisy. Those people all stared at the old man in white clothes, and paid no attention to Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying coming over.

Yi Huawei and Ren Yingying looked at the old man intently. He had a gaunt face with several obvious wrinkles, which showed that he had experienced many hardships. He had a long white beard hanging down to his chest. He held a wine glass in his hand and looked at the place where the yellow earth and the blue sky met in the distance. He did not even look at the people around him. He had a bag on his back, and there was no scimitar on his waist. It turned out that he did not even carry a weapon.

"Son..."

When she saw the old man's face clearly, Ren Yingying was stunned, then she grabbed Yi Huawei's sleeve tightly, and her body trembled slightly. Her hands were a little cold, and her fingers tightly grasped Yi Huawei's sleeve.

"You know him?"

Seeing that Ren Yingying was agitated and emotionally unstable, Yi Huawei quickly placed his palms on her back and used Zixia Gong to slowly transfer his internal energy into Ren Yingying's body.

After a while, Ren Yingying's face regained some color. She looked at Yi Huawei with gratitude, leaned close to Yi Huawei's ear, and suppressed her inner excitement:
"It's Uncle Xiang, Xiang Wentian, my father's right-hand man. He must know where my father is. What should we do now? With so many people..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Yi Huawei gently patted the back of Ren Yingying's hand, said something soothing, and glanced at everyone present.

Although there were many people present, they were clearly divided. The two or three hundred people on the left were all dressed in black, but the belts around their waists were of various colors, some yellow, some black. Yi Huawei suddenly remembered that when he saw Qu Yang outside Hengshan City that day, he was wearing such black clothes, and vaguely remembered that he also had a yellow belt around his waist. So these people were all members of the Demon Cult, and the thin man at the head was also an elder of the Demon Cult?
There were many people from the Five Mountains Sword Sects on the other side, and the leader was obviously a few familiar people from the Songshan Sect. There were a few bald men standing next to them. Judging from their dress and behavior, they should be monks from the Shaolin Temple.

The skinny man from the Demon Cult raised his voice and shouted anxiously, "Xiang, now that things have come to this, you should quickly come with us to see the Cult Master and let him decide the matter. Maybe he can leave you a way out. You were once a famous hero in our Cult. Do you really want us to fight to the death here and end up with blood splattered on the spot and flesh flying everywhere, so that others can laugh at us?"

His voice echoed in the wilderness, with a hint of urgency and persuasion.

Xiang Wentian raised the wine glass in his hand with a "hey" sound, and took a sip of wine. However, the action of drinking made a choking sound, and there was an iron chain tied between his hands.

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on Xiang Wentian, a white shadow flashed rapidly, and Xiang Wentian rushed towards the crowd like an arrow.

Instantly, the blades flashed in the sunlight, and more than ten weapons slashed at Xiang Wentian in unison. Xiang Wentian flashed, pierced through the side, and quickly approached the Taoist priest from Taishan Sect.

Seeing Xiang Wentian coming at him aggressively, the Taoist thrust out his sword without hesitation. Xiang Wentian made a mistake in his steps, and his body suddenly swayed, and he flashed behind the Taoist like a ghost. Then, he used his left elbow to hit back, and with a dull sound, he hit the Taoist's back firmly. At the same time, he gently waved his hands, and the iron chain was like a long, flexible snake, wrapping the Taoist's sword in the iron chain. Then, he lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, and with the reaction force, he quickly jumped back to the pavilion. This series of actions was as fast and agile as a rabbit jumping up and down, and when the righteous heroes were about to react and intercept, it was too late.
A man was chasing the fastest, and in the blink of an eye he approached the pavilion, not more than a few feet away, and suddenly raised his single sword, slashing down with a whirring sound. Xiang Wentian seemed to have eyes on his back, and without turning back, he suddenly kicked out with his left foot, and kicked the man's chest accurately.

"Ah~~"

The man screamed, and his body flew out like a kite with its string cut off. The force of his right hand was so strong that, with a rustling sound, he actually cut off his right leg. Blood gushed out instantly, staining the ground red.

The Taoist from Taishan Sect was hit in the back by Xiang Wentian. He swayed a few times, staggered, and finally collapsed to the ground. Blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Thunderous cheers of applause suddenly erupted from the crowd of Demon Cult members, and dozens of people shouted loudly: "Xiang You showed great skills!" The voices rose one after another, filled with admiration for Xiang Wentian.

Xiang Wentian smiled slightly, raised his hands and clasped his fists towards the members of the Demon Cult to thank them for their cheers. The iron chains under his hands clanged with his movements, echoing in the wilderness. "Good job!"

Suddenly, Xiang Wentian shouted, followed by the sound of clanging iron chains. Two men in black rushed into the pavilion like hungry tigers and quickly attacked Xiang Wentian.

One of the two held a double iron staff, and the other held a double iron plate. These four weapons were all heavy. When they collided with Xiang Wentian's iron chain, sparks flew and a crisp collision sound was heard.

Xiang Wentian dodged several times, trying to get behind the man holding the double staffs and looking for an opportunity to counterattack. However, the man holding the staffs swung the staffs tightly, guarding the vital parts of his body. Because Xiang Wentian's hands were tied with iron chains, his movements and moves were greatly restricted, and he could not freely display his martial arts.

Seeing this, the demons shouted and shouted, and two more people rushed into the pavilion. Both of them used octagonal copper hammers, and as soon as they entered the pavilion, they smashed straight up and down at Xiang Wentian. With the addition of two people and four hammers, the man who originally held the double-armed staff turned from defense to offense, and the four people worked closely together to surround Xiang Wentian in the middle.

Under the siege of four people, Xiang Wentian moved back and forth, his body movements were extremely agile, dodging left and right, and cleverly avoiding many attacks. However, because his hands were bound by iron chains, his means of attack were greatly limited, and for a while, he could not hurt his opponents at all. Whenever he found a gap and tried to attack one of them with the iron chain, the other three would rush forward without hesitation, fighting for their lives, and their fighting style was extremely fierce, making it difficult for Xiang Wentian to find a chance to break through.

After fighting for more than ten moves, the skinny leader of the demon sect saw that the situation was stalemate and shouted loudly: "Eight spears at once!"

Following his order, eight men in black armed with spears rushed up from all four sides of the pavilion like eight black lightning bolts. There were two spears in each of the southeast, northwest, and northeast sides of the pavilion, and they were like poisonous stings, stabbing towards Wentian.

"How is this going?"

Yi Huawei looked at Ren Yingying in surprise and said, "From what he said just now, didn't he want to take him back? Why are there people cheering for him and others besieging him?"

Ren Yingying shook her head slightly, a complicated expression on her face, and said:
"Those people were originally his subordinates..."

Ren Yingying's voice suddenly stopped. Her fingers tightly grasped Yi Huawei's arm and she stared at Xiang Wentian in the pavilion without blinking, her eyes full of worry.

Xiang Wentian suddenly spun his body extremely fast, and swung the iron chain in his hands with both hands. The iron chain flew in the air, colliding with the weapons, making a clanging sound. His body was like a fast-moving machine, which made the people around him dizzy. There were two loud clanging sounds, and two iron plates hit his iron chain. The huge impact force caused the iron plates to penetrate the roof of the pavilion and fly out.

Xiang Wentian didn't even bother to look at his opponent's moves at this moment. He spun faster and faster, and wherever the chain went, it swung away the eight spears.

Seeing this, the leader of the Demon Cult shouted, "Slow down the attack and fight around to wear down his strength!"

The eight gunners answered in unison: "Yes!"

Then they each took two steps back and stood around the pavilion, waiting for Xiang Wentian's strength to weaken a little and a gap to appear in the iron chain, and then they would attack again.

Some of the more experienced spectators could see that although Xiang Wentian was a skilled martial artist, he could not sustain such a long period of high-speed rotation. If he continued to fight like this, he would eventually run out of energy, and at that time, he would have no choice but to surrender.

Xiang Wentian laughed loudly, his laughter was full of heroism and unruliness. Suddenly, he crouched slightly with his left leg to accumulate strength, and then, with a whoosh, the iron chain was swung out, hitting the waist of a man wielding a copper hammer with great force. The man screamed, and the huge impact force made his left copper hammer uncontrollably hit back and hit his head heavily. With a muffled sound, the man's brain burst and he fell to the ground, no longer breathing.

The eight gunmen saw their companions being killed, and roared, and shot out eight guns at the same time, stabbing at Wentian's front, back, left, and right. Xiang Wentian quickly swung the iron chain, swinging away two guns, but the steel guns of the other six men stabbed at his left side at the same time. In such an urgent situation, Xiang Wentian could avoid one gun, but not the second, and he could avoid the second, but not the third, not to mention that six guns were fired at the same time, and he had almost no chance of dodging.

"Go back to yesterday's inn and wait for me!"

Seeing the critical situation, Ren Yingying couldn't help but screamed, her face instantly turned pale as paper. Just as she was about to rush over, she was lifted up by Yi Huawei's palm, and her body was carried dozens of meters away by a soft force, and Yi Huawei's voice came into her ears at the same time.

When he looked again, Yi Huawei had covered his head and was quickly rushing towards Wentian like a black shadow.

Seeing six spears stabbing at him, Xiang Wentian had no way to avoid it. At this critical moment, the Ningbi sword in Yi Huawei's hand flashed out instantly. With a clang sound, eight spears fell down at the same time.

The strange thing was that the eight spears fell with only a clang, and they landed almost at the same time. It turned out that Yi Huawei stabbed the wrists of eight people with one sword. Although the sword was stabbed out in a certain order, his sword was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish, and the eight people seemed to be stabbed at the same time.

After the long sword was released, the sword force was difficult to interrupt. Then, Yi Huawei used the fifth style "Breaking Whip Style" again. This "Breaking Whip Style" is just a general name, and there are many variations. It can break any short weapon, including steel whip, iron mace, acupuncture point, judge's pen, crutch, eyebrow thorn, dagger, axe, iron plate, octagonal hammer, iron awl, etc.

"Who?!"

"what!!"

The sword flashed like cold stars, and the two staffs and the two copper hammers fell in the sword light. Among the twelve members of the Demon Cult who attacked the pavilion, one was killed by Xiang Wentian and the other had his iron plate dropped from his hand. The other ten were stabbed in the wrist and their weapons fell off. Seeing this, the eleven people were so scared that they shouted and fled back to their camp in a panic.

The demon cult members were in a commotion when they saw this. The leader's face turned pale and he shouted angrily, "Hold still! What are you afraid of? What can these two do?"

(End of this chapter)