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"Master, be careful!"

Linghu Chong was shocked when he saw this, and wanted to rescue him, but it was too late.

At this critical moment, a gray shadow flashed by. Yan Sha screamed, and staggered back, covering his bloody right hand.

In front of Ning Zhongze, there appeared a young swordsman with a handsome face - it was Lin Pingzhi.

His face was pale, his eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand was not stained with blood.

"Thank you Pingzhi." Ning Zhongze breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master's Wife, you take a rest first, and wait for me to kill them all!"

Lin Pingzhi nodded slightly, turned around and rushed out, thrusting his sword straight forward. His sword skills were incredibly fast, and each of his swords went straight to the enemy's vital points, extremely ruthless.

Yan Sha roared and rushed forward again. Lin Pingzhi flashed and stabbed out with his long sword like a poisonous snake, hitting Yan Sha's throat. Yan Sha's eyes widened and he fell down in disbelief.

The battle became more intense, and the snow was covered with corpses. The blood melted the snow and quickly froze into red ice. The shouts, the clash of weapons, and the screams were intertwined, and it sounded particularly miserable in this cold winter night.

When Jiang Tianshou saw Yan Sha dead, his face changed drastically. He made a feint with his knife, and suddenly took out a black round ball from his arms and smashed it to the ground. With a loud "bang", thick smoke instantly filled the air.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

Jiang Tianshou's voice came from the smoke.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Yellow River Gang abandoned their companions' bodies and fled into the forest. The bandits of the Black Wind Village also fled after them, seeing that the situation was not good. Only the White Lotus Sect's death squads still maintained their formation, fighting and retreating, and occasionally shooting poison darts to hinder the pursuers.

"Stop chasing!"

Lin Zhennan stopped the escort who wanted to chase him: "Don't chase the desperate enemy, be careful of ambushes."

Ning Zhongze sheathed his sword and jumped down from the escort vehicle. There were a few bloodstains on his white clothes, but his expression was still calm: "Captain Lin, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still so cautious."

Lin Zhennan clasped his fists and saluted: "Ms. Ning saved my life, and I will never forget it. If the Five Mountains Sword Sect had not arrived in time, Fuwei Escort Agency would probably not have escaped this disaster today."

Linghu Chong came over unsteadily, holding a wine gourd in his hand. "Captain Lin, what treasure are you transporting on this convoy that has attracted the Yellow River Gang, Black Wind Village, and the White Lotus Sect to join forces?"

"........."

Ning Zhongze was somewhat speechless, as if Linghu Chong just ignored him.

Lin Zhennan looked solemn and was about to answer when he suddenly heard a muffled sound behind him. Everyone turned around and saw Zhao Tiezhu's face darkened and he fell heavily on the snow.

"Captain Zhao!" Lin Zhennan hurried forward and helped him up.

Ning Zhongze walked over quickly and squatted down to check the wound on Zhao Tiezhu's shoulder.

"It's the 'Seven-Step Soul-Severing Powder' of the White Lotus Sect. It's extremely toxic." She took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom and poured out two emerald green pills: "Take this first. It can temporarily suppress the toxicity."

Lin Zhennan helped Zhao Tiezhu swallow the pill, raised his head and looked in the direction of the White Lotus Sect's retreat, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. "I'll remember this account of the White Lotus Sect."

The long sword in Lin Pingzhi's hand was still dripping with blood. His eyes swept across the corpses on the ground and finally fell on the deep black pine forest in the distance. There were faint white shadows flashing there. He tightened his grip on the sword, but ultimately did not catch up.

"father!"

Lin Pingzhi sheathed his sword and quickly walked to Lin Zhennan and bowed. His fair face was splattered with blood, which was particularly glaring in the moonlight. Lin Zhennan reached out and patted his son's shoulder, his eyes filled with relief:
"Pingzhi, your swordsmanship has improved, but your attacks are too ruthless and leave no room for maneuver."

"Second Brother said that all evil must be eradicated."

Lin Pingzhi's mouth twitched slightly, and he said indifferently: "Why should we show mercy to these evil demons?"

Ning Zhongze was using his internal energy to drive out the poison from Zhao Tiezhu. Hearing this, he looked up at Lin Pingzhi and frowned slightly. Linghu Chong took a sip of wine, walked over to Lin Pingzhi, and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Lin, you are really good! The sword you used just now, 'White Rainbow Piercing the Sun', was three times more powerful than mine."

Lin Pingzhi forced a smile and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother."

At this moment, a strange flute sound suddenly came from the forest, like crying and complaining, floating in the cold wind. Everyone's expression changed suddenly, Ning Zhongze stood up suddenly, and his long sword was already unsheathed.

"The Demonic Cult's Requiem!" Ning Zhongze shouted sternly, "Everyone, stay focused!"

Before he finished speaking, the snow around him suddenly exploded, and dozens of men in black jumped out from the ground. The two leading them, one was tall, with a face as white as gold paper and hands as black as ink; the other was thin and dry, with silver light flashing between his fingers. They were Elder Ge and Elder Bu, two of the ten elders of the Demon Cult.

"Hahaha!"

Elder Ge's laughter was like the cry of a night owl: "Let's take care of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and Fuwei Escort Agency tonight. It will save a lot of trouble!"

Elder Bu said sinisterly, "Brother Ge, the leader has been thinking about the Lin family's Sword Manual of Exorcism for a long time."

Lin Zhennan's face turned pale, with the Yanling knife across his chest: "Devil, don't be so arrogant!"

Elder Ge stopped talking nonsense and suddenly clapped out his dark palms, and a fishy wind blew in his face.

Lin Zhennan swung his sword to block, and the sword and palm collided, making a sound of metal clashing. Elder Ge's "Black Evil Palm" has been practiced to perfection, and its palm power is so vicious that it can corrode gold and break iron.

"Look at the sword, thief!"

Linghu Chong's drunkenness was gone, and he swung his sword, aiming straight at Elder Bu's throat.

"Heh~"

Elder Bu sneered, and dozens of silver needles flew out of his sleeves, shooting at the acupuncture points on Linghu Chong's body like a rainstorm. Ning Zhongze's sword light was like a curtain, blocking most of the hidden weapons for Linghu Chong, but a few still grazed his sleeves, and the cloth was immediately charred.

"The needle is poisonous!" Ning Zhongze said anxiously.

Lin Pingzhi could no longer hold back, and drew his sword, rushing towards the Demon Cult members like a ghost. His swordsmanship was so fast that in the blink of an eye, three Demon Cult members fell to the ground with blood spurting from their throats. But the Demon Cult was clearly well prepared this time, with dozens of elite members forming a battle formation to divide and surround the Five Mountains Sword Sect members.

Elder Ge fought with Lin Zhennan for more than ten moves, and suddenly changed his moves, with his left palm swaying and his right palm going straight to Lin Zhennan's chest. Lin Zhennan dodged sideways, but he didn't expect that Elder Ge's palm was a fake move, and the real killing move was the black air that was ejected afterwards.

Lin Zhennan was caught off guard and inhaled a little, which immediately caused him to feel dizzy and stagger backwards.

"father!"

Lin Pingzhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he flew to save him, ignoring the swords and knives coming from behind. A steel knife slashed across his back, staining his white clothes with blood, but he seemed not to notice it, and the long sword pierced Elder Ge's throat.

"Good boy! You're really not afraid of death!!"

Elder Ge had not expected this young man to be so fearless and hastily withdrew his palm to defend himself. Lin Pingzhi's sword suddenly changed its momentum, from stabbing to slashing, and the tip of the sword slashed across Elder Ge's wrist, leaving a trail of blood. Elder Ge felt the pain, roared angrily, and slapped out with his Black Evil Palm with all his strength.

At this critical moment, a Buddhist chant rang out like thunder: "Amitabha!"

A gray figure descended from the sky and blocked Lin Pingzhi. Elder Ge's black palm hit the man's chest firmly, but it was like hitting a stone, and the rebound made him retreat three steps. The man was Shaolin Master Fangsheng, wearing a gray monk's robe, with a kind face, his hands clasped together, and a faint golden light circulated around him. "Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Skill!"

Elder Ge's face changed drastically.

Almost at the same time, a clear Taoist name came from the other side: "Wulian Tianzun!"

A Taoist priest in a green robe came floating over, and drew a perfect Tai Chi pattern with his sword, which caught all the poison needles shot by Elder Bu and threw them back. Elder Bu dodged in a panic, but was still scratched by several poison needles, and his face turned pale.

"Master Qingxu!" Ning Zhongze said in surprise.

The righteous reinforcements arrived one after another, and the Demon Cult was in chaos. Elder Ge saw that the situation was not good, and he let out a fierce roar, and the black energy in his palms became stronger, and he was determined to fight to the death.

Master Fang Sheng was not in a hurry. He slowly pushed out his right hand, which was one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills, the "Thousand-Leaf Hand of Great Compassion".

The two palms met without a sound, but Elder Ge was struck by lightning and flew backwards, crashing into two pine trees before stopping. He struggled to stand up, blood gushing out of his mouth, and it was obvious that his internal organs had been severely damaged.

"The wind is tight, pull!"

Elder Bu saw that Elder Ge was seriously injured, and he screamed, and dozens of smoke bombs flew out of his sleeves. With a loud "bang", thick smoke instantly enveloped the whole place. The demon sect members took the opportunity to retreat, leaving only a mess on the ground.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and everyone looked around vigilantly. Suddenly, Lin Pingzhi rushed out like an arrow from a bow, pointing his long sword directly at Elder Ge who was lying on the ground.

"Pingzhi! Stop!"

Lin Zhennan hurriedly shouted to stop him, but he was unable to stop him due to the onset of the poison.

Lin Pingzhi turned a deaf ear to him. With a flash of sword light, a bloody hole appeared in Elder Ge's throat. The demon elder stared with his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he would die here, and finally died.

"You!" Master Fang Sheng was shocked. "He has no power to resist, why do you want to take his life?"

Lin Pingzhi said coldly: "You evil cult monster deserves to die."

Ning Zhongze walked over quickly, looked at Lin Pingzhi's bloodstained white clothes, and said with concern: "Pingzhi, you are injured."

Lin Pingzhi then noticed the wound on his back. The blood had soaked half of his clothes. He shook his head and said, "It's just a minor wound. It won't be a big deal."

Linghu Chong came over, shaking his wine gourd, his eyes no longer drunken: "Junior Brother Lin, that sword just now..."

Lin Pingzhi interrupted him: "Big Brother, the demons of the Demon Cult are full of tricks. If we don't get rid of them completely, there will be endless troubles."

Taoist Master Chongxu was using his internal energy to drive out the poison from Lin Zhennan. Hearing this, he looked up at Lin Pingzhi, as if thinking about something. Master Fangsheng was chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, praying for Elder Ge to be liberated.

Sporadic sounds of fighting could be heard in the distance; it was the fleeing remnants of the Demon Cult encountering the righteous disciples.

Elder Bu and dozens of his remaining men had fled deep into the black pine forest, leaving behind a trail of messy footprints and bloodstains on the snow.

Lin Zhennan's complexion improved slightly under the treatment of Taoist Chongxu. He struggled to stand up and bowed deeply to Master Fangsheng and Taoist Chongxu: "Thank you for saving my life."

Master Fang Sheng clasped his hands together in return, "Captain Lin, you are too polite. The Demon Cult's large-scale deployment this time may have other intentions."

Taoist Qingxu nodded in agreement: "That's right. The simultaneous appearance of Elders Ge and Bu is no small matter. Everyone should be more careful!"

Lin Zhennan's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly coughed violently, and a trace of black blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. Lin Pingzhi hurried forward to support his father: "Dad!"

Taoist Qingxu reached out and took Lin Zhennan's pulse, frowning: "The black evil palm poison has invaded the heart meridian, and it needs to be detoxified as soon as possible. There is a Qingfeng Temple thirty miles ahead, where you can rest for a while."

Ning Zhongze said immediately: "There is no time to lose, let's set off immediately."

Everyone quickly cleaned up the battlefield and treated the wounded. More than half of the escorts from the Fuwei Escort Agency were killed or wounded, and most of the rest were also injured. There were also several casualties among the disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and the monks and Taoists from Shaolin and Wudang were chanting sutras for them.

Lin Pingzhi stood beside Elder Ge's body, his eyes gloomy. He leaned over and took out a black token from Elder Ge's arms and quietly put it into his sleeve. There was a ferocious ghost head engraved on the token, and on the back were four seal characters of "Sun Moon Divine Sect".

Linghu Chong saw this scene not far away, and was about to say something, but in the end he just raised his head and took a big gulp of wine.

The sky gradually brightened and the wind and snow subsided.

The group escorted the seriously injured Lin Zhennan and Zhao Tiezhu and slowly moved towards Qingfeng Temple. Lin Pingzhi walked at the end of the group, looking back from time to time into the depths of the black pine forest, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

At the front of the team, Taoist Chongxu and Master Fangsheng walked side by side, talking in low voices from time to time. Master Fangsheng turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and sighed, "That young man from the Lin family has too strong a desire to kill."

Taoist Chongxu nodded: "Looking at his swordsmanship, it does have some traces of the Sword Manual of Exorcism. But... it seems a little more weird."

"Amitabha."

Master Fangsheng chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "I hope I am just worrying too much."

Lin Zhennan was lying on a stretcher, his consciousness sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. He vaguely heard the conversation between his son and Ning Zhongze, and when he heard the words "Bixie Sword Manual", his fingers twitched unconsciously.

Deep in the black pine forest, Elder Bu leaned against an ancient pine tree and panted. He tore open his sleeves, revealing his arm that was scratched by the poison needle. The wound had turned black. He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few pills and swallowed them, and his complexion improved slightly.

"Lin Pingzhi..."

Elder Bu gnashed his teeth as he recited the name: "The Sword Manual of Exorcism... is indeed worthy of its reputation..."

After taking a breath, he turned to the dozen or so surviving believers behind him and said sternly, "Send a pigeon to the headquarters immediately and tell them that Elder Ge died a martyr, but the whereabouts of the Sword Manual of Exorcism has been confirmed. Request more experts to intercept the Fuwei Escort Agency team!"

...............

At dawn, the breeze blows outside.

A thin mist covered the mountain path, and the bloody smell from last night had not yet dissipated.

Lin Zhennan was lying in a room in the temple, and Taoist Chongxu was using his Qi to drive out the poison. Master Fangsheng was holding a Buddhist rosary and chanting in a low voice. Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong were guarding outside the door, looking around vigilantly.

Lin Pingzhi stood on the stone steps in front of the temple. The blood on his white clothes had dried up and turned into dark red patches. His left hand was on the hilt of the sword, and his right hand was unconsciously stroking the magic cult token in his sleeve, looking down the mountain with gloomy eyes.

"Something's wrong." Lin Pingzhi suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

Linghu Chong took a sip of wine and asked lazily, "Junior Brother Lin, what's wrong?"

Lin Pingzhi did not answer, but leaned forward suddenly and put his ear to the ground. After a few breaths, his face suddenly changed: "The sound of horse hooves! At least a thousand horses are going up the mountain!"

Ning Zhongze immediately drew his sword upon hearing this: "Could it be the Demon Cult's reinforcements?"

“No…” Lin Pingzhi stood up slowly, a cold light flashing in his eyes: “More troublesome than the Demon Cult.”

As if to confirm his words, a black flag suddenly appeared at the bend of the mountain road, with three large characters of "Jinyiwei" embroidered in gold. Then came the sound of footsteps and armor colliding like a tide, and the black mass of officers and soldiers swarmed up the mountain like ants. (End of this chapter)