Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 101 Night Battle of White Horse! (8.273K!)
The heavy rain that falls throughout the night is like a torrential rain, bringing a cool breeze to the entire suburbs.

The sudden downpour of rain in early spring brought waves of coolness like a flood that spread across the countryside of Xiaoxiang, but also made most of the trees along the river green, and the peaks beyond the sky infinitely green.

Danzhen Pavilion.

Lu Lianrong, who had just returned to the attic, took off his jacket and picked up the cattail and threw it away.

He raised his sleeves which were stained with water and wiped them across his face. The fatigue from the journey made him look even older. He drank two bowls of tea and finally felt a little more energetic.

He not only had to pass messages to the three sects of the Purple Flag of Fenglei Hall, the Taibao of Songshan, and Rong of Hengshan, but also had to rack his brains to assign suitable personnel. He also deliberately led the sect members of the Demon Cult to stroll in Hengyang and go to Anren to find traces of the base left by Songshan.

They also had to fake some marks on the place where they had wiped their buttocks in Songshan in advance to make it look real.

This job is all about Hengzhou Prefecture.
Apart from him, the 'Fourteen Guardians of Songshan', is there anyone else who can do it?

Rong's personal biography?
Lu Lianrong sneered.

Talent is useless. Rong can only watch helplessly at this matter.

But when you multitask, you must not make any mistakes.

Tired, Lu Lianrong was really tired.

Just follow Leader Zuo, talk nonsense, listen to some operas, and flatter him a few times, and most of the work will be done.

Following Rong Qinchuan, not to mention running around everywhere, there are almost not enough carrier pigeons.

Despite his many complaints against Zhao Rong, Lu Lianrong felt a sense of security in his heart that he had rarely experienced in the past.

"Ok?"

Lu Lianrong, sitting in front of the incense burner, frowned. The figure of the young man was always in his mind, especially the scene of him handing him tea.

He took out a pen and paper and wrote in rough handwriting:

"Master Mo is ready to strike first. He is now frequently mobilizing the three veins. He may use force against the demon sects around Hengyang. The demon sects are making frequent moves, and my spies have lost more than half. I am afraid that Bai Ma will change. Please act according to the situation."

"If the matter cannot be done, then stay in Qingshan and quickly retreat to Songshan to find Alliance Leader Zuo."

He put down the pen by pulling his sleeve and blew the ink dry.

Lu Lianrong smiled coldly.

He received feedback from Le Hou.

The Thirteenth Guardian, the Golden-Haired Lion Gao Kexin, has already led the Jiujiang masters to Hengzhou. Given the Songshan School's strong style, they will not retreat until they have done something extreme.

There is no need to release this carrier pigeon.

But he knew how to protect himself and was determined to get himself out of this situation.

What is underground is called root, and what is above ground is called glory.

"I am worthy of the Left Alliance Leader."

"If you two brothers don't listen to my advice, I have nothing to do with anything."

Then he remembered something and quickly wrote a letter to Rong Qinchuan.

……

……

"Junior Brother Gao, you are finally here!"

In the dense forest east of the city, Le Hou and Fei Bin went out to greet him. The man was less than 40 years old, with an upright figure, thick hair like a lion's mane, and a black brocade robe with spots of marks. His palms were wide at the base, and he was holding a broad sword.

This person is Gao Kexin.

He ranks last among the Taibao, but his martial arts skills are not much worse.

Le Hou sniffed hard, and the smell of blood hit his nose, "I was wondering why Junior Brother was so slow, it turns out he had been fighting for a while."

"It was more than a fight!"

Gao Kexin spat in annoyance, "I ran into a group of demons when I came down from Jiujiang. I wanted to kill them, but they controlled a local salt gang and left spies there."

"Some people from the Demon Cult chased us onto the boat and had another fight on the river."

"These people are not to be feared. I don't know where these six weirdos appeared. They are very skilled in martial arts and extremely cruel. We just beheaded them and framed them. But they tore our people into four pieces because of a disagreement."

"oh?!"

Le Hou frowned and asked, "What happened next?"

A big man in black behind Gao Kexin said, "We attacked together and knocked one of them into the river. The five of them got into a panic and ignored those weirdos because they were thinking about the things in Hengyang."

"It's been more than ten years since we've seen the Demon Cult move south so frequently. I got the news that it was due to internal strife between the two factions on Blackwood Cliff," Gao Kexin said with a sly grin, "This is a good opportunity."

"Good!" Le Hou and Fei Bin clapped their hands in celebration.

"Then let them fight even harder in Hengzhou Prefecture. That way, I wonder how the old fox Mo Da can let the Hengshan Sect run wild."

"The trend of the martial arts world cannot be violated, and the heavens are on the side of the Songshan Sect!"

Gao Kexin continued with Fei Bin's words with an arrogant look on his face:

"Ninety percent of the troops deployed in the Jiujiang area have arrived, including eight masters and twenty-six martial arts masters. They were originally reserved for dealing with the Hengshan Sect. With the addition of the dozen people from the two senior brothers, it will be easy to destroy a branch of the Baima Village Demon Sect, right?"

"Hahaha~!"

As he was laughing, a subordinate came forward to deliver a message.

It was the letter sent by Lu Lianrong from Hengyang, and the three of them passed it around.

They were a little cautious.

Fei Bin's face turned suspicious.
"Could it be that Junior Brother Lu knew about the internal fighting in the Demon Sect and was worried that we would cause the war in Hengyang to become too intense and difficult to resolve? So he deliberately persuaded us to return to Songshan to resolve the crisis in Baima."

"He is a disciple of Hengshan after all,"

Le Hou thought it was understandable. "As long as you are loyal to Senior Brother Zuo and work for the Songshan Sect, Senior Brother Zuo has such a broad mind that you don't need to worry about this little thing."

Gao Kexin tore up the creed, shook his head and smiled sarcastically.

A man named Gao has arrived in Hengyang.

This Baima Manor will surely become the fuse for chaos in the martial arts world of Hengzhou Prefecture.

The Songshan Sect used this to force the Hengshan Sect to submit, and at the same time, the Demon Cult marched south in anger. This long and arduous journey would surely continue to create opportunities for the Songshan Sect.

By then, we will use Hengshan Sect as bait to continuously erode the strength of the Demon Sect.

How could the Songshan Sect miss such a good opportunity to kill many birds with one stone?

"set off!"

"Destroy Baima Village!"

……

……

"Big Brother, Anren has a letter!"

"The demons from Shaoyang have also made a move!"

"A banner of troops at the throat of Xianggui is heading towards Baima."

"We probably received news that the troops over there have already arrived," Zhao Rong looked at the unclear map in his hand. Quanling is at the southwest gate of Hengyang and is not far from Baimazhuang.

Not only Anren, Shaoyang, Lianyuan, and Quanling, even the evil cult in Taiyuan has been dispatched!

Some people from the Demon Cult mingled in the marketplace, responsible for purchasing, spying, and delivering information, while there was never a lack of spies from the Hengshan Sect in the marketplaces of Hengzhou Prefecture.

Anyone who relies on the small power of Hengshan Sect to engage in various businesses would surely be more cautious, right?
This information gap is Zhao Rong's absolute advantage when facing the Southward Demon Cult and the Songshan Sect.

This is also one of the reasons why he doesn't want the Demon Cult to gain a foothold in the surrounding area.

However, the intelligence he kept receiving from the area around Hengyang really made Zhao Rong a little scared.

There must be a fierce fight on Blackwood Cliff.

Otherwise, Fenglei Hall would not have sent a deputy hall master, who is second only to Tong Baixiong.

Tong Baixiong will definitely lose.

He is very arrogant and relies on the fact that he is "Brother Tong", but he does not understand how important "Brother Lian" is in Dongfang Bubai's heart.

"Fortunately, we have the bodyguards, otherwise, if we want to settle the matter this time, we will probably have to deplete the Hengshan Sect's wealth."

Zhao Rong was shocked and felt deeply moved.

"Uncle Lu is also very capable,"

Thinking of Lu Lianrong going to Huashan with the Songshan School and the Sword Sect to cause trouble, and the Six Immortals of Taogu showing up, he realized that something was wrong. He threw the broken sword in front of the juniors without caring about his face, and went down the mountain in disgrace.

When it comes to survival skills, Brother Crow is quite good at it.

Without the Golden-eyed Crow, it would be extremely difficult to accomplish anything in Baima Village this time.

"I recognize you, the root of Hengshan Mountain."

Zhao Rong held the creed that Lu Lianrong had given him. The words in it were quite serious, meaning that the Hengshan Sect did not have the ability to break off relations, and told him to stop.

Zhao Rong didn't need his reminder, but he appreciated the kindness.

Haha, if there is a chance this time, he must peel off three layers of the skin of the Songshan School, otherwise these people will continue to treat him as a soft persimmon.

"Brother, are we going to take action?"

"Depart tonight!"

……

Lai Zhirui was executed on the 81st night.

By a creek beneath the mountains to the north of Hengyang City, a group of men in black put out the stove fire, checked their food, water, weapons and hidden weapons, and then gathered together.

Fortunately, the rain stopped.

The clouds were not thick, and a little moonlight could be seen. After everyone stayed in the darkness for a while to get used to it, they would be able to see more clearly.

Uncle Fang Qianju, who had been exploring the way, has returned.

"There was a fire in Baima Manor, the thieves of the Demon Cult were drinking and having fun together, and there were women in thin clothes dancing and laughing. The dance was very vulgar, and the tunes of the people humming around were also messy."

When Fang Qianju said this, the three sects of disciples, including the eldest senior brother, stared at him closely.

"cough,"

"There are skulls of cattle and sheep outside the village, and blood all over the ground. They should have been left behind when they slaughtered the livestock."

"There were very few whistles, only a few standing around the village, and they were very lax."

"If the bandits from Songshan suddenly attack us, these people will have to find weapons in a hurry and will probably suffer heavy losses."

Fang Qianju has always been following the Third Master. He is an honest man and says whatever he sees.

None of the disciples are fools.

"The evil cult thieves are cunning, they are deliberately seducing me."

"good,"

"The number of people that Master Uncle saw is completely different from the information we received. Those who didn't show up must be lying in ambush."

"Brother, when will we act?"

"..."

Voices came from all directions in the darkness, and everyone lowered their voices.

Zhao Rong did not answer immediately. After thinking for a while, he asked, "How far away is Uncle Master?"

"Thinking about thirty or forty feet."

"There's a bonfire in Baima Village, and the Demon Cult masters are present, so I don't dare move forward. If the bonfire gets bigger, I'll have to retreat."

"Then let's go over the hill in front and hide in the bushes first," Zhao Rong pointed to the west. "Let's head northwest. The bandits have circled around the lake and will most likely come from the north. Baima Village will be trapped by us."

"Based on the time, the bandits are very likely to take action tonight, but they may also see through the cult's seduction plan and stop temporarily. We must be prepared to stay awake all night."

"Don't light any open flames, and don't make any loud noises to scare away the birds, so as to avoid the Demon Cult noticing and colliding with them head-on."

"Once you start, everyone will do as I instructed before."

"There are no Five Mountains disciples here, only bandits. If you don't kill him, he will kill you. Don't be merciful!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded softly.

Even Fang Qianju couldn't help but hum.

"Walk."

Zhao Rong waved in the dark, and everyone climbed up the low mountain along the muddy path as planned.

Behind the large group of people, a figure in black followed lightly.

The man in black suddenly stopped and looked behind him as if he realized something.

After a while, he also climbed up the low hill.

Not far from where Zhao Rong and the others had just been talking, a masked man jumped down from each of the two big trees. They walked together and climbed the mountain from the other side, apparently to avoid the man in black.

……

Inside Baima Manor.

In the central open space, several heavily made-up women with coquettish faces were twisting their waists and raising their hips like seductive water snakes beside the campfire. Their bodies were only covered with a thin black veil, occasionally revealing their thin backs with sun and moon symbols tattooed on them.

Their eyes were charming, but they kept looking at the weapons hidden in the ashes under the campfire.

If such a weapon were to hit someone else, it would definitely cause skin and flesh to be torn apart.

The surrounding members of the demon cult cheered and cheered loudly, drinking large bowls of the intoxicating wine mixed with water. There was also a big man who rolled up his shirt in his hands, sang and danced with his bare chest to liven up the atmosphere.

But in the rolled-up clothes, there was a poisoned dagger hidden.

Piles of straw near the campfire looked like huge piles of cow dung. In the darkness, it was difficult to see the pairs of grim eyes inside.

"Guagua guagua~~"

There is a camphor forest across from the mass grave in the north, and suddenly a flock of birds flew up.

Even though it's dark.

The secret sentries of the Demon Cult posted around still noticed it.

"Cuckoo"

Like the calls of quails and pheasants.

The Demon Cult is good at ventriloquism, and the sound is very lifelike, like someone is in heat and courting a mate, and it is full of rhythm.

A group of men in black coming from the north did not notice anything unusual.

only,
After hearing the sounds of drinking and laughter from Baima Manor, the three guards stopped alertly almost at the same time.

This is so abnormal, there is an ambush!

This was the first reaction of the bodyguards and the other people in the martial arts world. It was not uncommon to see people drinking and having fun late at night. Especially since the rain had just stopped today, it was very likely that they came out to vent.

But everyone was walking on the edge of a knife, and if they hadn't been more careful, they would have died long ago.

Go back and explore again?
suddenly,

They remembered the creed that Lu Lianrong gave them.

At that time, the three men became suspicious of Lu Lianrong, believing that he had known about the infighting within the Demon Sect, so they felt pity for him and were worried that the chaos in Hengzhou Prefecture would cause severe damage to their sect.

So the pigeons were delivering the message.
There was a vague intention of persuading them to return to Songshan and give up Baimazhuang.

That's possible. The evil cult in Baima Village is not as well-prepared as he said, but he was just exaggerating.

"Brother, what should we do?" The three of them thought of this. Fei Bin's eyes were filled with anger, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Le Hou was actually hesitant. He was so arrogant when he came down from Songshan Mountain, and was beaten up by the "old fox Mo Da" who used the magic sect along the way. Now he was very cautious in doing things in Hengyang.

Le Hou rubbed his palms and didn't reply at first.

Gao Kexin is a new force who brought a large number of experts from Jiujiang. He is also convinced that Lu Lianrong has ulterior motives.

He is in high spirits and is the most decisive of the three.

"How big a wave can a small Baima Manor make?"

"Even if my three brothers and I fight together to the Hengshan Sect, Mr. Mo Da can't do anything to me. A mere scum of the Demon Sect is just a basin of dirty water. Why should we care about it when we throw it away?"

Gao Kexin slowly drew out his broadsword, "I don't think it's fake, my two brothers, don't fall for the empty city plan and let Lu Lianrong look down on you."

"That makes sense!" Fei Bin agreed in a deep voice.

The two guards waved their hands, and no matter what the people around them thought, they could not talk about it near Baima Village, and they had to obey their orders.

Le Hou had the most experience in the martial arts world. At this moment, he was holding his breath and felt very annoyed.

But his two fellow apprentices had already taken a step forward, so he had no choice but to catch up.

When they got close to Baimazhuang, even if Le Hou was confused, he would force himself to suppress it.

The opponent is the Demon Cult!

The arrow is on the string and has to be shot!

It was visible to the naked eye that the defense of Baimazhuang was the loosest on the north side of the mass grave. The men in black walking in front were all masters, and their footsteps were very subtle.

In addition, there was a lot of noise inside, so it was easy to get out of the village.

Le Hou made a "kill" gesture, and all the masters of Songshan took a deep breath and climbed over the ten-foot-high courtyard wall. They stepped on the wooden sheds that were either weeds or covered with dust, and went straight to kill the evil cult in the village.

If this group of people were really drinking and having fun, and were unarmed at this time, they would be chopped to pieces by the Songshan Sect immediately.

“Wuwuhaha!!”

"Son of a bitch, you're finally here!"

Several fierce and sturdy men laughed wildly and suddenly spilled the liquid in their wine bowls along the campfire towards the direction of Songshan School. It turned out that they were all filled with tung oil.

The waves of fire flew up and forced back several black-clad masters who were rushing in the front.

The dancer dragged the wooden handle of the hot weapon under the bonfire and pulled it out. The sword, as red as an iron, attacked the man in black with her backhand!
The thirty or forty people in the open instantly drew weapons from various places without any delay.

They fought with the people from Songshan Sect at an extremely fast speed.

The people of Songshan School knew they had been deceived, but they were not afraid.

As Gao Kexin said,
Could it be possible that the evil cult in Baima Village could cause more trouble?

“Bang bang bang!!”

suddenly,

The clumps of straw suddenly exploded in all directions, and the members of the evil cult hiding among them shouted "Kill!" and rushed out!

Le Hou used a sword to knock away a thunder chisel, and raised his hand to kill a man with a palm!
At this time, an old man with a hooked nose and wearing black clothes and a yellow belt, who was older than him, was not afraid of his fierce palm power just now, and directly raised his palm to fight him head-on.

The Big Yin-Yang Hand of Le Hou’s disciples only practiced with the Yang on the outside and the Yin on the inside.

However, his palm power has reached the level of resonance between yin and yang.

The power of his palm is so strong that it is absolutely incomparable to that of his disciples.

"Bang~!"

When the two men faced each other with their palms, a strong force burst out immediately. This force rushed into their bodies like a cockroach burrowing into the skin, climbing and running non-stop, and occasionally biting the flesh with its rejection-style mouthparts.

"It's a lie~!"

The two of them suddenly exerted their strength, cut off their true energy and consumed their energy, and then retreated.

"Good!" The old man with the hooked nose cheered coldly. He put his hands together and pressed out a stream of white air, forcing out the Yin Qi that Le Hou had injected into his body. "What a beautiful Yin Palm. I guess you must be the Great Yin-Yang Hand of Songshan, Le Hou."

"Killing Palm! Which elder of the Demon Cult is it?" Le Hou was also feeling unlucky and was not feeling well.

The Sun and Moon Sect has a strict hierarchy.

Wearing black clothes and a yellow belt, he was already an elder.

If we only talk about internal strength, Le Hou would also call this old man a senior.

Fortunately, his Yin-Yang Palm is very magical, one yin and one yang, so he is not afraid of the evil palm.

"You are a forgetful person," the old man with the hooked nose said with a sinister smile, "We even fought in Pingding Prefecture, but you forgot."

"Songshan Sect actually insulted the Divine Religion. We cannot let this matter go."

"Your Five Mountains Sword Sect should be annihilated."

As he spoke, he took out a short crescent halberd about four feet long.

Le Hou had some impression, but he was worried about being recognized by the other party. His head was stiff for a moment and he couldn't remember where he had fought with this evil cult elder.

Deputy Hall Master Luo was immediately furious.

He took out his crescent halberd to reveal his background, but the opponent remained unmoved, which was obviously a contempt!
He stopped talking and raised his spear to attack Le Hou!

Each of them has his own methods, and it is difficult to tell who will win for a while.

The Demon Cult and the black-clad men from Songshan each thought they could easily destroy the other. However, after a while of fighting, the Demon Cult's Five Incense Master, Deputy Incense Master, and Flag Master each faced off against the Jiujiang masters brought by Gao Kexin.

The Songshan School has many masters, but few in number.

The members of the Demon Cult were also very ferocious. Fei Bin and Gao Kexin could handle many people, but they had to be extremely careful.

This resulted in both sides being unable to suppress the opponent in one go, and they could only fight to the death in Baima Manor.

No matter who wins, they will suffer heavy losses.

Both sides noticed something was wrong.

The opponent's number and strength are completely different from what was expected!
The Demon Cult didn't expect that Songshan would send so many experts.

The Songshan School didn't expect the waves in Baima Village to be so big!
Suspicion suddenly arises.

No one knows why it turned out like this.

There were casualties on both sides, but the hatred between the Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Demon Cult was so deep that no one on either side would call for a stop.

"Junior brother, kill this man first!"

Le Hou is an old hand after all, and he was heard shouting in the dark!
Gao Kexin and Fei Bin rushed out from the crowd of the Demon Sect and attacked Deputy Hall Master Luo together.

This affected the battle line of Baima Village, just like picking up the weight from one end of a balance and throwing it to the other end.

Elder Luo didn't want to die, so he was forced to jump out of Baima Village!
"Don't panic, Hall Master!"

Many incense masters and flag owners shouted and rushed forward to rescue.

"Miss, where are you going~!"

The Jiujiang master chased after him while cursing.

In this way, they fought from inside the village to outside the village.

The chaos between the two sides was unbalanced, with some chasing and some fleeing, either alone or in groups, and it continued to spread around Baima Village!
……

In front of the big lake south of Baimazhuang, Rao Jingren, the black-clad master from Songshan, was fighting with Wei Guangzheng, the leader of the purple flag of Fenglei Hall.

Both of them used knives.

Rao Jingren used a pair of butterfly swords that were as long as his forearms, while Banner Master Wei used an ordinary broadsword. However, the Banner Master obviously had more combat experience and every move he made was aimed at the vital points!
As Rao Jingren's body was covered with more and more wounds, he began to think about escaping.

suddenly,

Six or seven people rushed out from the south. In the dim moonlight at night, we could only see that they were men in black.

Rao Jingren didn't think the footsteps were familiar.
But he still looked full of surprise!
Because there were originally two mixed teams on the Songshan side, Gao Kexin's people and Le Hou's people.

How is it possible to be familiar with each other's steps in just a few days?

At this time, he was wearing black clothes and mask. How could Rao Jingren not treat him as one of his own?
"Let's kill him together!"

he shouted excitedly.

"kill!"

As expected, six or seven men in black responded and rushed towards the leader of the Demon Cult.

Wei Qizhu was panicked.

He immediately took a big step back with his right foot, and followed with his left foot to step back and pass the knife, instantly changing from an offensive position to a defensive position!
But Rao Jingren's fighting spirit was greatly increased, and he chopped up and down with his butterfly double knives like a butcher cutting meat.

At this moment, he showed no mercy and forcibly dragged down the leader of the demon cult.

The flag owner got furious and stabbed forward with his knife suddenly, then turned back and stabbed the other man's crotch. The two men hurriedly dodged the vital parts, and another wound was inflicted.

however,
The black-clothed men from 'Songshan' have arrived, and they all drew their swords against the leader of the Demon Cult together. With the help of Rao Jingren's two swords, they killed the leader of the Demon Cult with only five or six moves!
"Whoo~~!"

Rao Jingren took a long breath and gritted his teeth and said:
"Thanks to my brothers for arriving in time. This evil cult thief really deserves to die. Damn it, he still wants to exchange his life with mine? Can he really exchange my life for mine? Brothers, I will take care of his wounds. You guys cut off his head first, and we will deal with the others later."

"Something is wrong tonight. Why does Baima Manor have so many people?"

Indeed, someone listened to him and went to the corpse of the leader of the Demon Cult.
But Rao Jingren suddenly felt something strange. Why was no one talking?

He was frowning and tilting his head.

suddenly,

Above the mask, under the dim moonlight, an unusually cold pair of eyes stared at him.

Then came the sound of breaking wind!

Sword ringing~!!
“Zheng~~!”

A ball of sword light, and the shadow of the sword whose sharp blade could not be seen exploded like fireworks in front of his eyes!

It's a phantom sword!
"Chichi~~"

The two swords fell to the ground and stabbed into the sand beside the lake.

Rao Jingren covered his throat with his hands, terrified, and kept making noises, unable to speak.

His blood dripped onto the butterfly swords and turned into two blood-red butterflies, flying towards the underworld with unresolved mysteries.

Rao Jingren fell down by the lake.

Zhao Rong skillfully reached into his arms while stressing to his disciples, "After killing someone, remember to touch the corpse if possible. If there are any martial arts secrets, take them all with you."

"Especially these underworld masters, they have the habit of carrying their family assets with them, and if they are not careful, they will explode."

Everyone was stunned.

Then I suddenly realized that the word "explosion" should mean to get the secret book.

"This guy's butterfly swords are pretty good, right?"

"If our sect has a genius with a knife, we'll have another expert."

"All martial arts in the world originated from Hengshan. That's how they came about."

"I got it, big brother."

However, they immediately noticed that the eldest brother's eyes changed.

Zhao Rong touched the arms of the Songshan master, then his sleeves, and then his waist, but only saw some bottles and jars.

"Deadwood!"

"Nowhere near as good as Brother Sima!"

He kicked the body into the lake.

The disciples avoided his eyes.

It seems that senior brother did not explode.

"Big Brother, I'm going to explode!" Xiang Danian was surprised and took out a book from the arms of the leader of the Demon Cult.

I finally understood why the eldest senior brother used the word "explosion".

Really cool.

However, the light was too dim and I couldn't see what the secret book was.

My fellow brothers and sisters are looking forward to it.
"It would be best if it were a book on swordsmanship."

"Difficult. He uses a knife, mostly knife techniques."

Someone blew up a fire stick and took a closer look. On the cover of the book were seven big characters written: "Beautiful Lady on the Wall"

It turned out to be an blatantly obscene book.

Xiang Danian was so angry and ashamed that he kicked the corpse of the cult leader into the lake.

He took advantage of the cover of night and secretly put the "secret book" into his arms.

"go!"

Zhao Rong heard a "cawing" sound like a crow, which was his fellow disciples sending a signal.

Not long after, they found seven men in black to the east of Baima Village. They were naturally the masters of the Songshan School.

There were still a lot of corpses on the ground, it seemed that they had won the battle.

Zhao Rong gathered two teams, a total of twelve people. He only selected six people because it was obviously unreasonable for more than ten people to suddenly appear, so he arranged for the others to be on standby.

Then, without hesitation, he hurriedly led six fellow disciples over there, looking as if they had just killed a group of demons.

"quick!"

As he walked, he lowered his voice and gave instructions to those people:
"Hurry, come with me to help Master Music Master!"

"Why are there so many demon cult members in Baima Village?"

Someone immediately cursed, "Yeah, damn it, you killed several of our brothers!"

"Let's go~!"

"Go support Taibao first!"

Zhao Rong slowed down his pace, as if waiting for them to get closer.

Suddenly, a wounded man in black lying on the ground heard his voice and asked in a surprised and weak tone:

"Ahem, which brother are you?"

Upon hearing this, the men in black stopped involuntarily.

Zhao Rong immediately figured out the identities of these men in black. Those who were standing should be from Jiujiang, and those who were lying down and asking questions could only be disciples of Le Hou and Fei Bin.

Silky turned around, as if he had just discovered a living person on the ground, and hurriedly ran over, saying in an excited tone:
"But Brother Lai who got separated from us? You're still alive!"

"what?!"

"Great, is it Junior Brother Lai?" A smart fellow disciple beside Zhao Rong shouted.

Seeing their posture, several Jiujiang fighters, including a Jiujiang master, relaxed their vigilance.

I didn't have much doubt.

When Zhao Rong was close to them, he suddenly heard the man lying on the ground cough, "What are you talking about, Brother Lai? You are talking nonsense."

The people in Jiujiang didn’t hear the last word “Tao” clearly at all.

The "Songshan" disciple who was walking past them suddenly drew his sword and attacked. No one had expected this!

"Uh-huh~!"

There were three consecutive screams, and three of the seven people died instantly. The third one retreated in time but was chopped on the arm by Quan Ziju.

Zhao Rong moved very quickly. After killing one man, he caught up with the man injured by Quan Ziju and pierced his heart with a sword while the man was not yet stable.

The situation instantly became six to three.

"Who are you!" the black-clad man from Songshan shouted in horror.

"Of course he is from the Demon Sect!" The Hengshan disciples attacked and killed while speaking the words taught by Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong corrected: "It's someone from the Divine Religion!"

As soon as the two sides fought, they immediately realized that there was a master among the men in black.

"I'll deal with him!"

The two fellow apprentices were forced to retreat repeatedly by a dagger. Zhao Rong rushed over quickly, but the man changed his tactics, turned back and slashed at Zhao Rong with his dagger!

It's a quick knife
“Go to hell~!”

Zhao Rong reacted quickly enough, and the sword in his hand was even faster, and he raised the sword to block the chest.

However, this time the rescuer's position was unstable, and the short knife was gathering power and was very powerful. Zhao Rong was unable to exert his full strength at this moment, and was forced to keep the sword close to his body. He took a deep breath and took a step back.

He was not injured this time, but he still reached out and rubbed his numb and painful chest.

He muttered:
"Yes, your knife is very fast."

"Unfortunately my sword is faster."

"You are about to die. If you don't want to be a nameless ghost, tell me your name."

The black-clothed man's eyelids twitched. He was no longer in his prime after the fight with the Demon Cult. He gathered his strength to use his strongest sword move, but he didn't expect that he didn't hurt his opponent at all.

I was very disappointed.

There was another surge of anger, and he immediately roared:
"Remember, the one who killed you is Yang Xuan, the Lujiang Swift Blade!"

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed that several more men in black were rushing towards him. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked by Zhao Rong!
"Stinky boy!"

"Let me see how fast your sword can be!"

When Zhao Rong raised the sword, powerful energy was already circulating in the hand Jueyin pericardium meridian. He then used the Sudden Rain Sword Qi Circulation Method to circulate the Xianyan Sword Path.

This man is at the end of his strength, so he would naturally save his internal energy as much as possible.

The two of them were already fighting in close combat!
In the darkness, all that could be heard was the crisp sound of swords and knives, and the clanging of swords and knives getting faster and faster!

As soon as the previous sound is heard, the next sound will come immediately!
"Cum clap clap!"

Sparks light up the night dozens of times!
"Ahhhh~!!"

Yang Xuan roared~!

The Wind-Spraying Blade has been used to its limit, but the wounds on his body are getting more and more, and the opponent's swift sword is gradually beyond his reach!

He finally gritted his teeth to the limit, and a sword light appeared in front of him!
The wind-splashing blade curtain was pierced through by Zhao Rong's sword.
All of a sudden!
The quick sword stops,
The wind stopped.
Only the sound of the forest waves filled his ears.

Buzz buzz.
The whole world seemed to have quieted down.

“Hmph~!”

Yang Xuan fell down unwillingly with his sword in his arms, and another Jiujiang master died.

……

　感谢书友幾句话2400点币打赏！感谢书友上下而不求索的1800点币打赏！感谢阿宗爱学姐的666点币打赏！感谢书友焚天绝炎、有琴の思忘的500点半打赏！感谢书公孙深度、数字哥20210501204044998的166点币打赏！

　　Thank you all friends in the world for your valuable monthly tickets and recommendation votes!
　　('-'*ゞSalute~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)