Blood sedge

Chapter 1164: The First Strike
"what's up?"

The horses were frightened and ran around wildly. In the violently shaking carriage, Gu Ri and his companions were caught off guard and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Yu'er, be careful!"

In the panic, sharp arrows shot into the carriage from all directions, piercing the frame, handrails, and roof one after another... It was dazzling and impossible to defend against. Ling Xiaoxiao, who was eager to protect his daughter, ignored the arrows flying everywhere, and rushed forward without hesitation, protecting the flustered Luo Ningyu tightly under him.

"puff!"

"what……"

In an instant, a lightning-fast arrow pierced deeply into her shoulder, splashing blood everywhere and causing Ling Xiaoxiao to let out a shrill scream.

"mother!"

Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao injured, Luo Ningyu was extremely anxious. She wanted to turn over and protect Ling Xiaoxiao behind her, but unexpectedly her body was held down tightly by Ling Xiaoxiao's hands. No matter how hard she struggled and shouted, she could not move at all.

At this moment, the power that Ling Xiaoxiao burst out was far beyond Luo Ningyu's imagination.

"Don't move!"

Gu Ri shouted loudly and at the same time mobilized his internal strength. He turned his palms together, and a green cyclone swirled and condensed from the palms, then radiated out in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly breaking all the arrows that were intertwined horizontally and vertically in the air, and then they fell to the ground with a "crackling" sound like withered flowers and withered willows.

Shocked and angry, Gu Yue hurriedly shouted outside the carriage: "What's going on?"

"Reporting to Uncle Master, someone has set up an ambush in Yandang Valley!"

As they spoke, more than a hundred Wudang disciples, led by Zheng Songren, had gradually stabilized their position. They waved their swords to block the rain of arrows and quickly gathered towards the carriage.

Zheng Songren first stopped the frightened horse, and then called on all his fellow disciples to form a circle and carefully protect the carriage in the middle.

"Song Ren, go and protect Hong Xuan, Dad, and Bu Gui..."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. We will not let these bastards disturb Master!" Before Ling Xiaoxiao finished her words, Zheng Songren's voice came from outside the carriage again, "Zhang Songyi, Liu Songli, Hu Songzhi, and Ma Songxin have led their men over."

"Don't panic! If an enemy comes, we will fight him; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth!"

"Yes……"

"No one in the valley will be left alive!"

"kill!"

Gu Ri calmly gave orders, but before Zheng Songren could respond, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the air.

Immediately afterwards, three hundred well-trained, masked men in black, armed with sharp blades, rushed out from both sides of the valley, rushed down from the dense forest on the mountainside with the force of thunder, and broke into the long and narrow valley fiercely and violently. Without a word of nonsense, they killed everyone they met, and killed the Wudang disciples who had survived the disaster and were still in shock, catching them off guard.

"Who are you? How dare you ambush the Wudang carriage?"

However, in the face of Zheng Songren's harsh questioning, this group of masked men in black ignored him and just kept wielding their butcher knives and killing people.

Wudang had just experienced a complete defeat at the Anti-Traitor Conference, and now, after half a month of traveling through mountains and rivers, they were suddenly ambushed and suffered heavy casualties, making the already low morale of the Wudang disciples even more anxious.

Therefore, facing this group of masked men in black who killed people without blinking an eye, the Wudang disciples who had lost Qingfeng, their backbone, were like a pile of loose sand. They could not muster any fighting spirit at all. Instead, they felt fearful and timid.

Taking them by surprise and attacking them when they are least prepared. With just one round of attack, this group of masked men in black completely destroyed the defense line that the Wudang disciples had hastily established.

They ran around in the narrow Yandang Valley like headless flies, each facing the enemy without any order. The long team was divided into different large and small battle circles by the masked men in black who cooperated with each other tacitly, so that the head and tail could not take care of each other and could not provide support to each other.

As the saying goes, “A defeat is like a mountain collapsing.” The more the Wudang disciples dodged in panic, the more excited the masked man in black became to kill.

On the one hand, they were well-rested and coordinated well, and on the other hand, they were unstoppable and pursued the victory.

On one side, the troops were exhausted from the long journey, and they were in a state of disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons and retreating step by step.

Even though Zheng Songren, who led the troops and fought bravely, shouted at the top of his lungs, he was unable to regain everyone's confidence, nor could he reverse this humiliating defeat.

In fact, in terms of numbers and martial arts, even when Wudang was attacked by a rain of arrows, they were still as good as the masked men in black, or even better. If the Wudang disciples could remain calm in the face of danger and fight calmly at the first opportunity, they might be able to turn defeat into victory.

It’s a pity that they have lost all their courage after Qingfeng’s death. Now they don’t even have the courage to fight head-on, so how can they turn defeat into victory?

The only remaining advantage turned into a disadvantage in the blink of an eye, and the gap between the two sides widened and continued to expand.

In a short while, most of the Wudang disciples were killed or injured. The number of those who survived and were still able to fight was only about 30 to 50.

On the other hand, although there were many casualties among the masked men in black in the melee, there are still hundreds of them alive and well.

"Bastard thing!"

Watching his fellow disciples being slaughtered by a group of uninvited guests, Zheng Songren was so furious that he wished he could bite his teeth to pieces and his eyes bulged with blood.

"Don't dilly-dally, make it quick and decisive!"

Halfway up the mountain, a cold voice was heard again, like a signal for the group of masked men in black to quickly surround the surviving Wudang disciples and the four carriages they were desperately protecting. "Humph!"

Even though Zheng Songren was covered in wounds and blood, he still rushed forward fearlessly, intending to confront the more than a hundred people who were eyeing him covetously with his own strength.

But he suddenly pointed the sword in his hand towards the sky, and the bleeding blade shone coldly under the sunlight.

Seeing this, Zhang Songyi, Liu Songli, Hu Songzhi and Ma Songxin were greatly encouraged and stepped forward with swords drawn, standing on Zheng Songren's left and right without hesitation.

Following closely behind were Liu Zhong, Liu Yi and other Wudang disciples. They were all deeply moved by Zheng Songren's heroic act. The depression that had lasted for many days was suddenly released. The dignity and honor of being a Wudang disciple was reawakened, and the long-lost passion and high will to fight burst out from their hearts.

"If you are not afraid of death, just come at me!" Zheng Songren looked at the masked men in black who were slowly gathering around him with contempt and cursed, "You are so despicable that you can stab people from behind. I don't think you are from a reputable and upright sect. You are hiding your true intentions and displaying various martial arts. You are simply a group of despicable and shameless rabble."

"kill!"

Another command came from halfway up the mountain, and the murderous masked men in black no longer hesitated and rushed towards Zheng Songren.

"bring it on……"

"You guys take care of the carriage, I will meet them in person!"

Before Zheng Songren could gather his strength to attack, a low command suddenly came from the carriage.

Before the sound faded away, Gu Yue flew out of the car like an arrow and in the blink of an eye, he was close to a group of masked men in black.

Several lives were taken with a wave of his hand. Gu Yue's feet were swift and his palms flew up and down. Wherever he passed, masked men in black were hit by his kick who were unprepared. Some had their spines broken by his kick, some had their heads shattered by his palm, some had their hearts shattered by his internal force, and some had their throats strangled by his strong energy.

Gu Yue fought one against a hundred people. He displayed all his skills from the first move and used thundering methods to defeat the group of masked men in black without any resistance from his superior force, fully demonstrating the methods and deterrence of the Four Elders of Wudang.

This scene undoubtedly made the surviving Wudang disciples' blood boil, but at the same time they also felt deeply ashamed for their cowardice just now and felt very sorry for their brothers who died in vain.

After all, Wudang is one of the two major sects in the Central Plains martial arts world, so how can it be afraid of these rabble who hide their heads and show their tails? If this group of masked men in black easily succeed today, the prestige of Wudang that has been built up by generations of hard work for a hundred years will be gone.

"Where did this thief come from? Who did he accept the favor from? How dare he dare to tamper with the Tai Sui!"

Gu Yue displayed his extraordinary power and crushed his opponents, making them dare not advance rashly.

At this time, Gu Yue stretched out his arms, bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed the head of a masked man in black with one hand. His ten fingers generated hidden power, which directly penetrated the scalps of the two men and sank slightly into their skulls. The severe pain and the fear of dying made the two captured masked men in black tremble all over and wail incessantly.

The others surrounded Gu Yue and watched their companion being tortured, but no one dared to rescue him.

"Speak!" Gu Yue's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he added a bit of strength to the ten fingers holding the two men. "Who sent you here? Tell me, and I will let you die more comfortably. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead but unable to live!"

"I'll tell you..." After a moment of stalemate, one of the masked men in black could no longer endure the pain of his broken soul, and took the lead in showing weakness to Gu Yue, "Senior, can you spare my life..."

"You are not qualified to bargain with me." Gu Yue increased the strength of his five fingers, with a hint of impatience mixed in his angry tone, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will smash your brains!"

"I said...I said...yes..."

"it's me!"

"Whoosh!"

"boom!"

"Click..."

Before the masked man in black could reveal the mastermind behind the incident, a cold and stern voice suddenly came from halfway up the mountain.

Almost at the same time, a sharp copper ring flew out from the dense forests on the mountains, flashed a dazzling golden light in the air, and flew to Gu Yue's side in the blink of an eye, hitting the cowardly masked man in black squarely. The hard copper ring and the powerful force made his head explode like a watermelon falling to the ground.

In a flash, the trembling masked man in black had his head shattered and his brains splattered.

The attack was sudden and fierce, but fortunately Gu Yue's reaction was not slow. Before the copper ring hit the masked man in black's head, he had already pulled his hand back and leaped to a distance of ten feet away.

"Whoosh!"

However, the attacker did not intend to stop there. A whistle-like sound was heard in the air again, and another copper ring flew over and hit Gu Yue's face.

"Mandarin duck copper ring? You are Deng Quan!"

At this moment, Gu Yue had already recognized the origin of the pair of copper rings. Thinking of their owner, his heart sank involuntarily. While dodging, his eyes filled with shock and anger were like a sharp sword containing murderous intent, shooting straight at the man in black who leaped down from the mountainside.

"Deng Quan, it's you..."

Before Gu Yue finished speaking, he suddenly felt cold all over, his scalp numbed, and his back tightened for no reason. As an expert, he certainly believed in his instincts and intuition, and he understood what this feeling meant. His face suddenly changed, his pupils froze, and he turned around in panic.

Gu Yue was so frightened that he had no time to calm down, or even to look carefully. A silver light flashed, and the cold light was already less than three inches away from his forehead.

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