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Chapter 313: Do You Care If I'm from Songshan Sect or Songshan Guard?
The autumn rain should be delicate, dripping on the yellow fallen leaves, soaking them into amber beauty. The pools on the ground reflect the mottled shadows of the trees, like a poem or a painting.

In such a mood, there is a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Behind Zuo Lengchan, Deng Bagong held an oil-paper umbrella for him to block the autumn rain.

As they walked forward, a group of unidentified people wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats stood quietly in front of them.

The figures of these people are looming in the rain. They are either standing or sitting still, maintaining an inexplicable tacit understanding and order, as if waiting for something.

As for the Qinglong Hall and Baihu Hall that were originally ahead of them, no trace of them could be seen at this moment.

Zuo Lengchan narrowed his eyes. There was someone on Ren Woxing's side who understood the art of war and actually used a pincer attack here.

It’s a pity that with these troublemakers around, this plan has failed.

Ding Mian, who was standing aside, looked at the crowd opposite him. After a careful identification, he spoke up, "Master, there are a few familiar faces among those people. Those on the right are the outlaws from Dongguan Village. Next to them are the leaders of Wulong Village. The ones in the middle should be the disciples of Bailian Cave, who are good at using hidden weapons. The ones in the front with extraordinary momentum are the masters of Wuhu Hall."

"All of these people are outstanding in the green forest. Now they are gathered here. I am afraid there is something fishy going on."

"Humph!"

Zuo Lengchan snorted coldly and said, "Ren Woxing openly colluded with the bandits, clearly planning to rebel!"

Ding Mian looked at his senior brother, the head of the sect, in confusion. "Didn't you also have dealings with many outlaws a few years ago in order to expand the influence of the Five Mountains Sword Sect?"
Sometimes, I even received help from them!

At this time, a tall man walked out of the Dongguan Village and said in a loud voice: "Zuo Lengchan, you are now a member of the imperial court, enjoying a high position and generous salary, why do you have to wade into the muddy waters of the martial arts world? We are in the martial arts world, you should take the masters of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and retreat early to avoid damaging the harmony."

This man's name was Lu Shizhang. He used to be a martial artist, but later joined the bandits. Relying on his martial arts, he became the third in command of Dongguan Village.

Zuo Lengchan smiled indifferently, his eyes swept towards the man like a knife, and he said calmly: "Zuo knows how to do things. When is it your turn to point fingers here? Today's matter is not only about the grudges in the martial arts world, but also about the safety of the court. Ren Woxing gathered so many people for ill intentions! As the righteous sect of the Wulin, how can we sit idly by and watch?"

The man sneered when he heard this: "Zuo Tongzhi, your words are high-sounding, but it is hard to say how much of it is for the court and how much is for yourself. If you insist on doing this, don't blame us brothers for ignoring our friendship."

As he finished speaking, the surrounding outlaws responded one after another, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Zuo Lengchan remained calm and said calmly: "A mob, today I will let you see the secrets of my Five Mountains Sword School!"

"kill!"

Following the man's deafening roar, it was as if a mountain collapsed, and hundreds of green forest heroes came like a tide, each holding a sharp weapon, and rushed towards the people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect with great momentum.

Cheng Baiyu stood at the forefront of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, holding the hilt tightly, his fingertips slightly white from exerting force. The rain mercilessly hit his face and body, soaking his clothes and blurring his vision.

Just then, he saw Ding Mian raised his fist and swung it forward.

The next moment, a row of disciples from the Songshan School rushed to the front from the flank. They were well-trained and their movements were in unison, without any panic or hesitation.

As a low mechanical sound was sounded, each disciple drew an arrow from the quiver behind his back and pointed it directly at the outlaws who were charging madly.

When the outlaws saw this, their expressions changed instantly, from their original bravery and fearlessness to fear.

Why would a martial arts sect have so many military items? !
Unfortunately, they couldn't stop once they had already started rushing forward, because the brothers behind them would push them forward.

The Songshan School disciples had stern eyes, their fingers resting lightly on the triggers, waiting for the order to fire. "Fire!"

Following Ding Mian's shout, hundreds of arrows pierced through the rain curtain and flew straight towards the green forest heroes with the whistling sound of the wind.

In an instant, dozens of the heroes who rushed to the front were pierced by arrows and fell in a pool of blood without even a scream. The remaining heroes of the outlaws realized the danger and began to look for cover in a panic, trying to avoid this deadly rain of arrows.

The leader of the Five Tigers Hall, Jin Longyin, shouted, "Don't be afraid, brothers. While they are reloading their arrows, rush over and kill them!"

Inspired by the Golden Dragon's Roar, the heroes of the Green Forest were about to charge again, but were surprised to find that the disciples of Songshan on the opposite side were standing in place loading arrows. The disciples in the second row took three steps forward, passed the first row, and raised their crossbows.

Another round of volleys pushed back the outlaws who had just appeared.

Then the third row crossed the second row and fired a volley, round after round, as if they had endless arrows.

Looking at his brothers lying in a pool of blood, Lu Shizhang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Zuo Lengchan, you are despicable and shameless! You actually embezzled the court's supplies. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Jinyiwei?!"

"Hahaha, tell him who I am?" Zuo Lengchan laughed a few times, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

"listen!"

Ding Mian took a step forward, summoned his inner strength and said loudly: "The person standing in front of you is Zuo Lengchan, the commander of Luoyang Guard and the captain of Songshan Guard!"

Lu Shizhang yelled, "Then why are you holding up the Five Mountains Sword Sect's flag? Do you still have any respect for the moral code of the martial arts world?!"

Ding Mian replied domineeringly: "This is how we in Songshan Sect do things!"

"If you have the guts, put down your bows and crossbows and fight with me!" Jin Longyin couldn't help but roared.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished shouting, he heard Ding Mian loudly shouting, "Stop!"

Just as Jin Longyin was about to raise his head to investigate, a long sword stabbed at him. He supported himself on the ground with one hand, and his body turned nimbly like a dragon swimming in the water, cleverly avoiding the fatal blow.

However, the opponent seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and his swordsmanship was exquisite, without missing a single detail. The long sword drew a complex arc in the air, and in the instant that Jin Longyin dodged, it appeared in front of him like a thorn in the flesh, and the tip of the sword accurately cut off a strand of hair from his left ear. With a subtle but piercing "swish" sound, a streak of blood slid from his ear, staining his clothes red.

"what!"

Jin Longyin cried out in pain. He never expected that in this world, someone could hurt him so easily.

He quickly steadied his body, tapped the ground with his feet, and performed the Bagua Dragon Step. His body moved left and right, and he instantly created a distance of several feet between him and his opponent.

"Who are you?!" Jin Longyin looked up and saw the man opposite him wearing the Huashan Sect's iconic green shirt. He held a long sword with the tip of the sword lowered, but his eyes revealed an unspeakable depth and indifference.

He smiled slightly, followed the standard martial arts etiquette, and said in a calm but powerful voice: "I am Yue Buqun from Huashan. I am sorry for the offense. I hope Master Jin will forgive me."

“Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun is indeed a great swordsman!” Half of Jin Longyin’s face was stained with blood, making him look ferocious and vicious.

In contrast, Mr. Yue is tactful and polite.

You can tell who the villain is at a glance!

(End of this chapter)