Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 102 There are still experts! (8.223k)
The vast expanse of the sky is hidden, and the night is dark and gloomy.

Clouds obscured the moon, its light faded, and the night became even darker.

After a series of screams, all the Jiujiang masters were killed.

In the silent grove, the only sound was the approaching footsteps. Tong Ding, a disciple from Songshan who was lying on the ground with serious injuries, vaguely saw a black-clad figure approaching with a sword.

The murderous intent rushed towards my face with the cold evening breeze!

Once upon a time, this kind of fear was created by them and experienced by others.

It was not until this moment that I felt the same pain as those who died under his sword.

His pupils kept dilating, almost swallowing up his entire field of vision, and his breathing became rapid, as if a fire was burning in his chest!
"Who are you?"

"Yes," beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, "It's from the Hengshan School, right!"

He coughed, and the desire to survive made him shout with all his strength:

"I am a disciple of Songshan! I am the disciple of the Great Yin-Yang Hand Le Hou. Master Zuo Meng taught me swordsmanship. Senior Brother Shi Dengda and I have a very good relationship. My uncle is a master of the Songshan School. You can't kill me~!"

The sword blade was only an inch away from his neck, and the coldness of the sword was like the tip of an ice cone scratching Tong Ding's skin.

It seems that these words have worked.

The point of the sword was pressed against his neck,

Stopped!
Feeling the seven or eight pairs of eyes behind him, Zhao Rong raised his sword but did not stab, just to give the other two disciples some buffer time.

Lu Lianrong and the Third Master's disciples were different from the headmaster's lineage. They did not participate in the battle of Shajiao Island. When they suddenly heard the title of Songshan disciples, the feeling they got was completely different from that of the Jiujiang underworld masters.

Mount Song is mighty, and people’s fear of it is like that of a mountain.

Now, cross the mountain!

"Answer one question well, and you won't have to die."

"what?"

"Anren Jianshan Temple," Zhao Rong said in a cold voice, "Why kill the villagers who came to the temple to burn incense? The grudges are in the martial world, what does it have to do with innocent civilians?"

"No, no! You're talking nonsense, we only killed the Demon Cult!" Tong Ding's voice trembled as he argued, and he stretched his elbows to drag his body backwards, trying to escape from the cold sword tip.

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Rong suddenly laughed, then revealed a fierce look, "Bah~!!"

"How shameless! An old lady pushing a cart and an old man with crutches are also members of the evil cult?!"

"He who plants peonies gets flowers, and he who plants thorns gets thorns!"

"You deserve to die!"

Tong Ding raised his head and wanted to speak, but Zhao Rong was too lazy to listen.
A sword in the throat took his life!

Tong Ding groaned, tilted his head and stopped moving.
"Die well!"

Quan Ziju cheered in a low voice, he had witnessed the tragic scene in the temple with his own eyes, and now he was filled with rage, he walked forward and stabbed the corpse twice!

"It's not enough to relieve my anger. Brother, let me kill them next time. These bastards deserve to die."

"Okay." Zhao Rong responded.

Then he looked at the other two disciples.

Xiang Danian was nervous at first, but when he saw the corpse lying on the ground, he immediately started to search the body.

The others came to their senses and followed suit.

Quan Ziju also squatted down and touched the dead disciple of Songshan.

This situation and this scene really made Rong Qinchuan feel "deeply happy".

Hengshan has a weak foundation, and the Cangjian Pavilion is full of music scores, so it would be better to change the name to Cangqu Pavilion.

To expand the sect, one must have a long-term vision, but accumulating foundation is a long-term process, and every bit of it must not be missed.

If it was in the past,

As disciples of the prestigious Five Mountains Sword Sect, how could they look down upon a pile of rotting corpses on the ground? Those who have the awareness of thrift and diligence are rare.

The Songshan School has a lot of martial arts. Those with poor talent can become good fighters by practicing short-term skills without seeking long-term development.

The Hengshan School is far inferior.

Everyone's movements became more and more skilled, and Zhao Rong personally touched the body of Yang Xuan, the master of the Wind-Spraying Swift Knife.

A few moments
"What can I do? There are so many people in the world. I am only concerned about Brother Sima."

Zhao Rong groaned and stood up from Yang Xiumu's body in a depressed look.

Everyone cleaned up quickly and collected some hidden weapons, poisons, gold, silver and other common items.

Xiang Danian was lucky and took out a sheepskin from a fat Jiujiang expert.

It actually recorded a fairly complete set of "Crane Style Mantis Form Skills"!
This is a much more basic form of light skill than the ape's somersault, but more advanced than the entry-level light skill.

Not bad!

Zhao Rong was very satisfied!

I have made a fortune just by learning this martial art.
"Big Brother, I exploded again?!"

Xiang Danian was surprised and suspicious, and took out a thick leather book from a member of the cult.

This cult member had a big bald head, which glowed faintly in the moonlight.

It's like a flash of precious light.

A disciple approached with a fire stick, Zhao Rong took a closer look.
It turned out to be the Golden Bell Cover!

"This skill combines the essence of hard skills and is extremely difficult to practice."

I quickly glanced over the opening sentence and my heart started pounding!
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"Jie Di Kung Fu, Turtle Back Kung Fu, Iron Ox Kung Fu, Iron Shirt Kung Fu."

"Use the old cloth as a hammer and beat it all over, from light to heavy, from top to bottom."

Nothing!
It is recorded in the secret records of the martial arts world in Cangjian Pavilion that only when these four skills are combined into one can they form the complete Golden Bell Cover!

The Demon Cult had a leader named Xue who practiced this skill. Bao Dachu said that ordinary swords and knives could not hurt him. If he had not met a top master like Ren Woxing, it would not be so easy to break his chest.

It can be seen that the complete Golden Bell Cover must be hidden in the Demon Cult.

Some of the people in this evil cult followed Deputy Headmaster Luo of the Wind and Thunder Hall. Among the tens of thousands of followers, they belong to the Black Wood Cliff headquarters.

The book is not old, perhaps it is a copied version.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong felt slightly moved.

"Two qian of old cinnamon wood, three qian of asarum, one liang of siler, one liang of siler, one liang of schizonepeta, and one liang of vitex."

"Grind the nine herbs into a fine powder, add one liang of the herbs and two bowls of water, and five scallion heads with roots, boil and wash the areas where the hammer hits or falls."

"..."

Not only does it include the external training method of combining four skills into one and the method of circulating qi with protective force, but it also includes the extremely crucial secret recipe for washing medicine.

If this secret book is released into the world, it will definitely be snatched up!

"Go and see his body."

Zhao Rong led them to turn over the bald man's body.

"The fatal wound was not on the chest, nor on the neck."

"The thief is so tough!"

"If he had used his luck to hold the membrane tightly, my sword would not have been able to cut into the vital part. This thief might have been able to seriously injure me with a counterattack," a disciple of Liu Mansion sighed, "Such hard skills are really rare."

Although the bald demon suffered external injuries, they were not fatal.

Zhao Rong checked it over and looked suspicious.

I pinched his mouth open to see if he died of poisoning.

One of the disciples understood what Zhao Rong meant, so he raised a fire stick and shone it into the mouth of the bald demon.

But when I saw that his tongue coating was normal and there was no black blood, I became suspicious.

at this time!

"sizzle"

A sinister sound came from the mouth of the dead bald demon. The Hengshan disciples in the dark all had their hair stand on end and took several steps back in fear. Zhao Rong felt a chill in his heart and pushed the bald demon's mouth away.

"Ya, what's that noise?!"

"Don't pretend to be dead."

"It sounds like a bug is chirping~!"

Quan Ziju plucked up the courage to pry open the bald demon's eyes. Suddenly, a bug was swimming and gnawing in the white eyeballs, making a hissing sound.

Be it Zhao Rong or the other disciples, they were all shocked.

Dongfang Bubai, the Three Corpses Brain Pill!

It is said that once the corpse worms escape, they will drill into the brain and chew the brain marrow, then go crazy and die in a miserable way.

The Bald Demon Cult must be a powerful person to be able to "enjoy" such elixirs.

Zhao Rong found it ironic.

He was a man of great strength, but died at the hands of his own leader.

No wonder the expert who used the Wind-Pouring Blade was exhausted. It must have been because he was exhausted by this bald demon.

Either this person did not take the antidote during the Dragon Boat Festival, leaving hidden dangers, or the corpse worm pill itself has defects.

Hearing the disciples' slightly rapid breathing and knowing that they were frightened, he changed the subject and stopped discussing the cause of death.

There was no time to take care of the corpse for the time being. The disciples of the three meridians came from the south and were now moving eastward, preparing to circle Baima Village.

There are forty-eight people, evenly distributed according to their strength and experience, with six people in each team.

The Songshan Sect was wearing night clothes just as he expected.

As a result, the two groups of people mixed together in Jiujiang and Songshan headquarters probably mistakenly believed that they were a small group of reinforcements after defeating the Demon Cult.

Zhao Rong had already taught him how to deal with the enemy later.

If you can sneak attack, don't be polite. If you can stab someone in the back, don't chop their thighs.

If you encounter someone you can't deal with, quickly turn around and signal for help, there will always be companions behind you.

They used more people against fewer and launched surprise attacks, and they were fresh troops who had been watching the fight for a long time, so they had a natural advantage.

He is very concerned about Hengshan's foundation. If he wants to develop quickly, he needs the old people to guide the new people, as these people are wealth.

The plans of the Demon Cult and the Songshan Sect have already failed, so Zhao Rong is no longer in a hurry.

If you can avoid exposing yourself, do so. It’s best to pick up the ready-made ones without leaving any alive.

As he was thinking, he led his men carefully towards the northeast of Baimazhuang and met a group of men in black on the way.

The footsteps sounded like they were his own people, so Quan Ziju pretended to call like a crow to give a signal, and there was indeed a response from the other side.

"Brother!"

Cheng Mingyi and Lu Songfeng, as well as two outer sect sisters, and one inner sect disciple from each of the Lu and Liu lineages.

"How about it?"

"The demon bandits fought desperately, and in the end only a few cult thieves were left. We had no way to launch a sneak attack on them, but they were stretched thin and didn't have much strength left to fight us." Cheng Mingyi smiled, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Zhao Rong saw that he had a wound on his thigh.

"Second brother, please treat the wound quickly," Quan Ziju hurriedly pulled out the prepared cloth belt.

Lu Songfeng said guiltily, "It was all my fault for being careless. The thief from the Demon Sect pretended to be dead. If Second Senior Brother hadn't reacted in time, I would have been killed by a single blow. I should have been injured, but Second Senior Brother suffered instead."

"It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious."

The second brother was a good guy and was comforting him at this time.

Zhao Rong also went to check and couldn't help but take a breath. The wound was still quite deep.

The second one is a tough guy.

"Bring me some water."

"Brother, here you go." The disciple from Lu Lianrong's side handed over a water bag.

He used his internal energy to condense the water in the water bag into ice, cut the bag skin with his sword, and quickly cut the ice into pieces, then handed it to Quan Ziju.

"Put on some ice."

Quan Ziju, who had sprinkled the wound medicine, breathed a sigh of relief, "It's easy to stop the bleeding now, senior brother is really good at it."

Ice compress can paralyze the meridians and relieve pain. The flesh and blood will shrink when frozen, so the bleeding will stop.

The ice condensed by Zhao Rong's icy energy would not melt easily without the stimulation of internal force.

The disciples of the master's lineage did not find this skill new, but they were extremely amazed when they saw Xiang Da Nian and others. They all looked in the direction of Zhao Rong a few more times and admired him even more.

"Brother, your understanding of this Kung Fu is so profound that anyone who has created this Kung Fu would probably give you a thumbs up," Quan Ziju removed the bloody cloth belt and replaced it with a new one.

It seemed that the ice reduced the pain. Cheng Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry in Lu Songfeng's eyes also disappeared a lot.

"I encourage you to practice this skill, but I'm afraid you'll have to endure some hardships and be able to endure loneliness."

This is not a dissuading move.

Without the pendant, it would be difficult for him to practice Frost Power in a short period of time with his natural talent.

This is a martial art with a relatively high threshold.

There are many martial arts styles that use ice power in the martial arts world. If Zhao Rong's sect has a disciple with such talent, he will only be happy and will not keep anything to himself.

Xiang Danian and others were somewhat tempted, but they saw that Lu Songfeng, Quan Ziju and others were all shaking their heads.

"A martial arts fanatic like Senior Sister Feng gave up after trying, so why bother us, Senior Brother?"

"I still prefer the Zhenyue Jue accompanied by the rhythm."

"Not bad"

Zhao Rong did not ask the injured Cheng Mingyi to go back alone. It was a chaotic situation everywhere, and it would be safer for everyone to stay together.

If you are injured, just follow behind.

There were more than a dozen corpses within a radius of about ten feet. When Cheng Mingyi was being treated, some disciples had already gone to search around, but unfortunately found nothing.

Xiang Danian has been immersed in the healing process and has not taken any action.

Zhao Rong coughed and could not help but remind him, "Junior brother, if you want to learn Frost Power, come back to Cangjian Pavilion and find me."

"Next time there's someone lying on the ground, Junior Brother, don't hesitate, just attack directly."

"Okay!" Xiang Danian agreed happily.

As usual, Zhao Rong asked them to stab the corpse with one more sword, so that if there were still some people who were still alive, they could be killed quickly.

If someone is pretending to be dead, it would be better to ask him to pretend more realistically.

There was no movement in Baima Village, which showed that the battle had all spread to the periphery.

The Demon Cult and the Songshan Sect were fighting, and Zhao Rong led his men to clean up the mess.

From south to east, it was washed extremely clean.

"Quack~!"

This time the signal sounded several times.

There is a big fish~!

In his early years, Zhao Shaoxia was a fisherman who killed and killed fish. He was very excited when he heard that there was a big fish.

Is it Taibao?!
Quan Ziju hurriedly sent a reply signal, and at this moment three or five people jumped down from a big tree.

It was Feng Qiaoyun, Xi Mushu and the others.

Several teams of people were crowded together, and the Hengshan disciples were basically all present. The fact that so many people did not dare to take action showed that the other side also had a large number of people.

After greeting each other, Feng Qiaoyun briefly said:
"The bandits fought fiercely, and we followed our senior brother's arrangements all the way, first helping the bandits kill the demon sect, and then launching a surprise attack and killing many people along the way."

Feng Qiaoyun paused for a moment. After all, it was not a glorious thing.

"Most of the remaining members of the Demon Cult and bandits are concentrated in the mass grave in the north."

"There are eight or nine masters, and more than thirty others."

"We didn't dare to get close, only the uncle was over there."

Uncle Fang Qianju's martial arts skills are average, and he is not as good as Lu Lianrong in fighting. However, he is well-trained in somersaults and knows how to hold his breath, so he is a good choice for investigation.

Every once in a while, Fang Qianju would come back to deliver the message.

There are more than thirty people, and so many experts.

Although Zhao Rong has more than 40 people, they cannot be filled in.

"Wait for Uncle Master to come back first."

"it is good."

Feng Qiaoyun and Xi Mushu each reported the casualties. Two people were seriously injured and seven or eight people were injured.

Unfortunately, an outer sect disciple of the Liu family was stabbed to death by a black-clad bandit who was faking his death.

Another inner sect disciple is in critical condition.

Now she has been taken to a secluded place and is being cared for by An Zhien, who is good at medicine, and a fellow apprentice sister.

Whether you can survive depends on luck.

Zhao Rong let out a sigh of relief.

Although swords and knives have no eyes, the Hengshan Sect had excellent conditions for this battle. They were in the dark, launching surprise attacks, and even outnumbered the enemy.

How many times can such conditions be created in the struggles between the martial arts world?
It's because he has been living in peace for too long and lacks experience in the world.

The overall strength was not strong enough. The performance of the head of the sect made Zhao Rong feel satisfied. His sword training and the battle on Shajiao Island were not in vain.

Judging from the feedback from some disciples, Feng Qiaoyun and others have made great contributions.

I believe that after this battle, these Hengshan elite troops will undergo some changes.

"Did the sleeping junior brother have any instructions before going to bed?"

"He didn't have time to explain, but he still has a blind mother who is still alive."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples fell silent.
"All disciples of our sect are brothers and sisters. Junior brother's mother is the mother of all brothers and sisters. Let's all take care of her together so that Junior brother can rest assured and sleep well."

Zhao Rong said slowly, looking up at the sky. His eyes seemed to penetrate the thick clouds in the dark night sky and saw a bright star.

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

Especially the disciples of Liu Mansion, they all gritted their teeth and looked very sad.

Most of us are old people from Hengshan. We have known each other for ten or twenty years. How can we not have feelings for each other?

I was heartbroken when my old friend met with misfortune, and I wanted to kill the enemy to vent my hatred!

Hearing footsteps from the north, he guessed it was his uncle, but he still asked everyone to be alert.

The person who came was Fang Qianju.

"Uncle Master~"

Zhao Rong went up to him and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"They started a real fire on the mass grave, and two more masters died. There are still about twenty left."

Fang Qianju watched the whole show and couldn't help smacking his lips: "Both sides suffered huge losses."

"Did you find any abnormalities in the periphery?"

"This is not."

He glanced at the group of black-clad men on the Hengshan side and said, "If you had known that there were so many people lying in ambush here, you wouldn't have fought to the death in the mass grave. It's also because you did a good job that few of you managed to escape alive."

"There were two people who wanted to report the news, but they were killed before I could do anything."

I think it was Master Mo who took action.

Zhao Rong wiped the sweat off his forehead angrily. Fortunately, his master was there to back him up, otherwise the net would have been torn and all the big fish would have escaped.

Fang Qianju continued:

"The leader of the Demon Cult and the two strongest bandits are further north. There are two swordsmen here, and they are both very troublesome."

"If we kill these two, the rest will be easy to deal with."

This sword expert should be the master of the Five Incense Sticks mentioned by Zu Qianqiu.

Huangfu Song, the fast sword of the wandering dragon!
Among the masters in Jiujiang, the only swordsman who can compete with him is the Golden-Haired Lion Gao Kexin.

Fang Qianju then told him the details of the battle at the mass grave.

No matter who of the three masters further north wins, he can influence the battle situation here.

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment.

The deputy hall master was wearing a black robe with a yellow belt, which meant he was the lowest-ranking elder in Heimu Cliff. He was not as senior as the yellow-robed elder, and could not even get close to the green-robed elder.

If it is a one-on-one fight between Le Hou and Fei Bin, it is hard to say who will kill whom, but this elder will definitely have the upper hand in terms of skill.

It's two against one now, and the deputy hall master is old, so there is a high probability that he will be defeated.

There are a lot of yellow-robed elders in the Demon Cult, but when they come to Hengzhou Prefecture, they only send the lowest-ranking one!
You look down on me!
Young Master Zhao was a little angry. If an elder in yellow had come to fight two of them alone, things would have been much easier now.

The results of the battle need to be expanded.

It is not a pity for these dogs to die. They must be killed. It will make Alliance Leader Zuo feel painful, but we cannot let him get angry.

His eyes rolled around, and he took Master Mo into consideration in his calculations.

Once the Hengshan disciples take action, it would be best if no one was left alive in the mass grave.

Zhao Rong called together leaders such as Feng Qiaoyun, Quan Ziju, Xiang Danian, Ai Gencai and told them his arrangements, and they then conveyed them to the other disciples.

Then, he picked out a knife from the corpse.

"Uncle Master, can you use a knife?"

Fang Qianju's honest eyes showed confusion, "I have a sword."

"You can use the sword later. Later, you will think that you are a master of the Divine Religion, so it will be better to use a knife."

"I am a master of the Demon Cult?"

"It's a religion."

"Oh, okay," the uncle teacher said, feeling a little guilty, and explained in a low voice, "My nephew, your sword technique is like a sad elegy, so I don't like it very much."

Zhao Rong waved his hand, "It doesn't matter if your sword skills are terrible. Uncle Master, use all your internal energy and just swing your cape around and chop for a while."

"Well, that's easy." Fang Qianju nodded.

Although he was confused, he was too lazy to think.

In short, just listen to your nephew.

Everything was arranged. Zhao Rong and Fang Qianju were in the front, and the other disciples were divided into teams and spread out in all directions, surrounding the mass grave.

……

……

The grass buried the broken monument since spring, and it came out of the dust in the ground during the whirlwind.

At this moment, the night is deep, the green grass is hard to see, and the colors of early spring are hidden invisibly.

From time to time, whirlwinds would blow across the mass grave, blowing randomly the dust that was splashed out from the broken monuments chopped by the martial artists, causing pheasants to fly high and smoke and dust to rise everywhere.

The Demon Cult and the black-clad people from Songshan are already locked in a life-and-death fight.

Another group of masters died in the mass grave, leaving less than twenty people!

"Go to hell!"

Huangfu Song roared, and the sword in his left hand suddenly changed into the sword in his right hand. His body was like a swimming dragon, and his three quick sword moves were like flying dandelions in the wind. They seemed casual, but were actually extremely dangerous, as they all attacked the major acupoints on the chest!

This quick sword move was definitely not ordinary. If it weren't for the old wound on his shoulder left by Le Hou, the fight wouldn't have continued until now.

The little treasure's sword was not as fast as the other, but Songshan had his own way to deal with the fast sword.

The Golden-Haired Lion used his energy to sweep the sword up and down, with the wide blade matched by great force. Whenever it collided with another sword, the fast sword's momentum became clumsy!

If Huangfu Song could perform the Dragon Sword well enough, he would be considered to have mastered the art.

The opponent was unable to exert any strength, so Gao Kexin adopted defense instead of attack. It might seem thrilling to laymen, but experts praised his steadiness.

He waited anxiously for his opponent to exhaust his strength, but he didn't expect that Huangfu Song's internal strength was even stronger than his!
Unable to kill the opponent immediately, the situation became a stalemate.

I thought that by the time the two brothers came to help, you would surely be dead.

The elder with the short spear is just dreaming if he wants to fight two people alone!
The two fought all the way and overturned the grave.

The cold fox howls at the green tomb, and the ghost fire burns the poplar.

Suddenly, ghostly fires appeared and a cold wind blew again, as if ghost soldiers were passing through the border.

Under the dim moonlight, the two men's eyes were fixed on each other's swords, and even if evil spirits were in front of them, they could not be disturbed.

"Whoosh~!"

There was a noise, and a figure in black suddenly emerged from the darkness.

The sword momentum of both men stagnated.

Just by looking at the person's slow pace, one could tell that he was a martial arts master. Ordinary people would have been noticed by them long ago.

Gao Kexin's eyes showed joy, and Huangfu Song's expression suddenly changed.

He kicked the tilted stele in pieces with a loud bang, and threw the broken stele at the approaching man in black. He then changed from offense to defense, and wanted to retreat to the place where the Demon Cult was crowded.

"Haha, don't go!"

Gao Kexin chased him with his sword, there was no way he would get away!

In the peripheral vision, the man in black leaped up, his clothes humming, and kicked the broken monument that was flying towards him.

The already severely corroded broken monument was instantly turned into dust!
The dust was like fog, and before the passing wind could disperse it, there was a "clang" sound, and a ray of sword light pierced through the fog and chased after Huangfu Song along with Gao Kexin.

Master Huangfu Xiang's expression changed drastically!

The man who came was very sharp and was actually a swordsman!

The long sword made a sliding sound, and moved left and right like a kite flying and a fish leaping; the sword moves were scattered but free-flowing, like a torrential rain!

Finished!

If it was someone who used a broadsword like Gao Kexin, even if he was not strong enough, he could use the speed of his sword to block left and right and find a gap to escape.

Although this man's sword moves were chaotic, his sword speed was fast enough.

He was not at his full strength at that moment. After raising his sword to block the fast sword, he was unable to free his hands to deal with Gao Kexin.

“Ding ding ding~~!”

The sound of swords clashing became one continuous sound!
Huangfu Song was panic-stricken and it was too late for everything!

"Ah~!"

Gao Kexin slashed with his sword, exerting all the power of Songshan swordsmanship. Huangfu Song was unable to lose the sword, and in despair and frustration, he looked up to the sky and roared! !
The Wandering Dragon Sword really turned into a Wandering Dragon, and its body was cut off by Gao Kexin's sword, with the upper body flying out.

At this time,

The broadsword's momentum did not decrease at all, and it swung in a circle to cut the man in black!
The man in black also turned his wrist and raised his sword, stabbing at Gao Kexin!

The young guard's face changed drastically. The opponent's sword speed suddenly increased, and he moved closer, forcing him to half-stop the sword and return to the vital point on his chest.

When two masters fight, if one of their moves is delayed, the other will immediately suffer a loss.

With two "hissing" sounds, the clothes were torn and the skin on his left arm was injured, and the blood splashed onto Gao Kexin's face.

He didn't dare to blink and blocked seven or eight swords of the man in black!

Fortunately, I have gained a lot of experience in fighting against Huangfu Song's fast sword.

Gao Kexin held up the broadsword, shifted his center of gravity to his left foot, and suddenly took a false step forward with his right foot. As the saying goes, "false step and greeting", he pushed his body with the sword, and immediately, at the cost of another sword wound on his left arm, he blocked the long sword of the man in black to the left!

At the same time, the right hand instantly gathered the true energy!

This was originally a killer move against Huangfu Song, but now he had to use it without reservation even at the risk of getting injured.

Just because Huangfu Song can consume
This man in black who came from nowhere must not be wasted!
If he couldn't feel the other party's sword-wielding power, Gao Kexin would have no need to stay in the martial arts world.

Using a half-bucket of water to drain someone else's full bucket of water is no different from seeking death!

A stream of scorching air came out from the tip of each of his five fingers, instantly stretching out from the center of his palm. The five streams of hot air flowing along his meridians immediately gathered from the fingertips to the palm of his hand. The surging yang energy made him feel as if he was touching a boiling hot iron.

The power of Songyang palm!

The level of this move is far from reaching the level of Alliance Leader Zuo's divine palm, and is also inferior to Fei Bin, but the sudden attack is enough to cause serious damage to the man in black!
but,

The man in black also reacted very quickly. His palm flipped over, as if with a double shadow, and kept up with the speed of his palm.

The sleeves were blown by the negative energy from the grave mound, making rustling sounds!

"Bang~!"

This clasping of the palms immediately made Gao Kexin's heart shaken!

A familiar and strong icy air current actually penetrated the Dasongyang hand and rushed directly into the Quchi and Shousanli points along the Yangxi acupoint!
Gao Kexin's lower teeth trembled violently.

Pain in the lower teeth when the hand yangming meridian is activated is a sign that cold has invaded the hand yangming large intestine meridian!
"How can it be!"

"This is this"

"Frost Ice Qi!!"

"Who the hell are you? How come you have icy energy?"

He couldn't withdraw his palm as the cold air had already rushed into the 20th acupoint, Yingxiang, along the Yangming Large Intestine Meridian of his hand. It can be seen how quickly he was defeated!

The nasolabial grooves were frozen and the whole body was shaking when he spoke.

Under the moonlight, the slightly mocking look in the eyes of the man in black opposite made the usually arrogant little guard feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Little Taibao's Great Songyang Palm has not yet been perfected."

"You are willing to use your less than half-bucket of internal strength to fight me even if you are injured. Are you looking for death?"

These words almost angered Gao Kexin to death. He gritted his teeth and trembled, and his internal energy was blocked.

"No one in Jiujiang uses your swordsmanship."

"Which school does this martial art belong to?"

As he spoke, he secretly gathered his internal strength, preparing to forcibly withdraw his palm.

however,
The man in black opposite suddenly smiled.
"Who am I, you ask?"

"I will not change my name or surname,"

"Songshan Sect's Five Mountains Leader Zuo Lengchan!"

As soon as Gao Kexin heard this, he became so angry that his eyes turned bloodshot. Adding to the coldness, his qi circulation became stagnant.

At this moment, violent internal energy suddenly surged in the palm of his hand!
He can no longer withstand it!
"Pfft~!"

This mouthful of blood spurted out, hurting the lungs.

When I open my eyes again,

All he saw was a thick icy mist that looked like a dream in the moonlight. Gao Kexin, who was in a trance, could not see anything clearly. He only felt that the sword light was everywhere in his field of vision.

"Senior Brother Gao~!!"

"Junior Brother Gao!"

Two urgent calls from behind made the mentally traumatized little guard open his eyes and see clearly the phantom sword.

When he recognized the Hengshan sword moves.
My chest and throat are both hurting!
The body and soul can't stop shaking, shaking, shaking violently!

Until they separate from each other,

Gao Kexin fell headfirst onto a mass grave.

The famous little guard in the underworld is dead!

Zhao Rong's internal energy was also greatly depleted. Hearing the voices of Le Hou and Fei Bin, he hurriedly gathered his energy and sent a signal to Fang Qianju.

The two guards did not see Zhao Rong and Gao Kexin join forces to kill Huangfu Song, so they immediately thought he was a member of the Demon Cult.

"How dare you kill me, the Songshan Guardian!"

"Hehe, is there anyone that my cult cannot kill?"

"You two have come to my doorstep, and you must die today."

Zhao Rong's words were full of confidence in a low voice. Ke Lehou was experienced in the martial arts world and knew that the black-clad master who killed Gao Kexin was regulating his breathing. Although he had suffered great losses, he did not want to miss the opportunity to kill the black-clad master.

Just as Le Hou rushed forward, he moved his ears and heard the sound of someone jumping.

"There are experts!"

A man in black holding a knife suddenly jumped out from the mass grave.

Le Hou hurriedly wielded his sword and fought with the man in black holding a knife for more than ten moves, and finally defeated the man in black!

He hasn't spoken yet.
Suddenly his ears moved again, and he looked towards the direction of the mass grave!

"Another expert!"

A very fat man mysteriously jumped out from the sunken grave!

Le Hou didn't have time to raise his sword, so he fought with the man in a palm strike.

Le Hou, whose internal strength had already been severely damaged, felt the strong palm force coming from the person, and decisively risked getting injured, forcibly cut off the palm force and retreated backwards!

Fei Bin rushed out from the side and tried to launch a sneak attack on the man in black.

I never expected it~!

There are still experts!!!

Before Fei Bin could make a move, another person jumped out from behind the mass grave. This person was very thin, and his movements were extremely agile!
Like a ghost, he jumped out silently on a tombstone.

It’s even more powerful than the fat man just now!

Obviously, he is the elder of the Demon Cult!
When the two great guardians of Songshan faced the four great masters of the Demon Cult, they immediately became pale and disheartened. They just thought that the reinforcements of the Demon Cult had arrived and they no longer had any desire to fight.

"escape!"

"Brother, run away!"

As Fei Bin spoke, the last elder master who flew out raised his hand and swung it. The two reacted quickly and raised their swords to block it.

"It's the Black Blood Needle!"

Seeing this terrifying hidden weapon, Fei Bin and Le Hou suddenly came to their senses.

The other party is at least the yellow-robed elder of Heimu Cliff, who is even more powerful than the deputy hall master just now.

Not to mention the two bodyguards, even Zhao Rong himself was slightly stunned.

How come the mountain stream and flowing water are here?
……

Fei Bin and Le Hou no longer cared about the Songshan disciples and ran away.

"Where to run!"

Zhao Rong shouted loudly and chased after him!

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