Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 103 I am the leader! (8.513k)
The night is dark.

With only the faint moonlight, even for people with excellent eyesight, distant objects can only appear as blurry outlines.

With many masters of the Demon Sect following behind, the famous Taibao had already panicked and had no choice but to take any action to save his life.

Accidentally walked into a place full of bushes and thorns.

He swung his sword wildly all the way, but he fled too hastily and the backs of his hands, arms, and face were scratched by the sharp spikes. Holes appeared in his nightgown, and strips of cloth were torn off with a hissing sound.

There is no trace of the arrogant and intimidating look he had before.

Fear, anger, and a hint of unspoken regret.

As Fei Bin ran away, he glanced at Le Hou who was standing beside him.

As the main force in attacking and killing Deputy Hall Master Luo, Le Hou was in a worse condition than him. He had just fought with a master of the Demon Sect and suffered internal injuries from the forced withdrawal of palm power, so that his sword moves were unstable and he failed to receive the full black blood needle.

The people of the orthodox sect were terrified when they heard about this hidden weapon, claiming that anyone hit by it would die!

The elders of the Demon Cult usually feed poison through needles, which takes effect very quickly and there is no medicine to cure it except Heimuya.

Once Le Hou died, Fei Bin had to face the pursuit of the Demon Cult alone, and he would be doomed sooner or later.

"Is it poisonous?" Long story short.

"Fortunately there is no poison," Le Hou was also horrified, "but I was almost hit by the Zhangmen acupoint, and the pressure of the needle caused swelling and pain in the ribs, and I felt stuffy and uncomfortable."

Le Hou saved his energy and didn't continue talking. An expert like Fei Bin naturally knew the acupuncture points very well and understood them at a glance.

When Zhang Men arrived at the hour of Chou, he rushed to buy a coffin.

not good

It is now close to the Chou hour, when Qi and blood are about to break through the barrier. Even if the center of the acupoint is not hit, it will cause great hidden dangers.

The power of the evil cult elder's hidden weapon is extraordinary. Since Le Hou already has symptoms, he will definitely suffer from internal blood stasis, tingling all over his body, and his movements will be greatly restricted.

The masters of the evil sect are chasing him relentlessly, so there is no way for him to escape.

Le Hou also thought of this.

The Songshan Taibao were all ruthless people. His eyes widened immediately. "If the Demon Cult comes after me, I will definitely not be able to escape. I will hold the Demon Cult's people back. Junior brother, don't look back."

"Go back to Songshan and tell Senior Brother Zuo to avenge me!"

"Although Junior Brother Gao and I were killed by the Demon Cult, this matter must be related to Hengshan Sect. Please use this as a threat to Moda, Senior Brother Zuo. Please remember this grudge and the Five Mountains Sects will come to settle the score!"

"Brother, don't worry!" Fei Bin's face was grim. "Sooner or later, I will chop off these people's heads to avenge this hatred!"

"it is good!"

"..."

At first they suspected that they were masters from Hengshan, but some of these men in black used double swords, some used a single sword, and only one used a sword, which was obviously not the same as the ones from Hengshan Sect.

When he saw the Black Blood Needle again, he was sure that a master of the Demonic Cult had come to help.

It was obvious that Baima Village was a trap set by the Demon Cult for the Hengshan Sect, but they led their people into it.

He failed to frame the Hengshan Sect and ended up helping them fall into a trap.

How ironic!

Although Le Hou left a will, who wants to die when they can live?

As they headed into the dense forest, they hoped that the remaining Songshan disciples and Jiujiang masters in the rear could hold on a little longer to buy them some time.

Just as the guards were thinking this, they suddenly heard a series of "crunching" sounds from the woods behind them.

The chase is coming!
The two men felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. Their speed was not as fast as their full strength. As long as the Demon Cult masters had the right direction, it would be considered slow for them to catch up now.

"Hahaha"

"Songshan Taibao killed dozens of my cult members and wanted to just walk away?!"

A slightly hoarse voice spread among the trees.

“I can’t leave.”

Le Hou gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death.

"Get out of the forest and go that way~!"

He pointed to a lake reflecting the moonlight.

The evil cult thieves have many sinister moves, and Songshan martial arts are highly open and powerful. They cannot be fully utilized in such a narrow place with many obstacles and dim vision, and they are easily calculated by the evil cult masters.

If you want to fight hard, you naturally have to find the place that is most advantageous to yourself.

When Zhao Rong saw that the two bodyguards did not continue to go into the woods, he instantly guessed what they were thinking.

According to his plan,
Since my identity has not been exposed tonight, I can leave another bodyguard behind.

Le Hou was seriously injured and might have to stay behind to cover our retreat.

Fei Bin would never die with Le Hou.

This is due to the wolf culture of the Songshan Sect. When Liu Sanye retired from the sect, he held a sword across Fei Bin's throat, but the Songshan Sect still dared to kill the whole family and did not care about Fei Bin's life or death.

The same principle applies now.

There are many masters in Songshan. If two guards die, we just need to find someone to take their place.

Songshan has no shortage of both senior masters and experts.

If both of them died, Zuo Lengchan would definitely be heartbroken.

It was a pity that he had to keep someone back to pass on the message, and use him to let Zuo Lengchan know that the evil cult was rampant in Hengzhou Prefecture.

Why should his Songshan Sect intervene? Wouldn't it be better for him to just sit back and watch the fight and wait for the Hengshan Sect to come to Songshan for help?
Nowadays, most of the Jiujiang underworld masters have died, and the leader Gao Kexin has also been buried in a mass grave. Zhao Rong's plan has already been completed.

Le Hou was seriously injured and his condition is not as good as Gao Kexin.

Zhao Rong was basically 90% sure he could take him down.

It’s a pity that the disciples of Songshan never carry secret manuals with them, and it is estimated that Le Hou would not carry the Big Yin-Yang Hand either.

When I chased him from the forest to the lake, I was already thinking about touching the corpse.

What if Le Hou is a good uncle?

As expected, Le Hou stopped as soon as he reached the lake, but Fei Bin continued to gallop without even taking off the saddle, not even leaving time to utter any harsh words.

What Zhao Rong and Le Hou didn't expect was that
The birds in the forest were startled and flew away. A figure in black rushed out!

The person who came also lowered his voice, "Brother, hurry up!"

Le Hou was cheered up and ran towards Fei Bin.

Zhao Rong was very anxious!
Relying on the presence of Master Mo, he took a quick step forward and ran towards the man in black and Le Hou.

The big Yin-Yang hand looked back and saw two men in black fighting by the lake.
But the rapid sound of the two swords colliding was heard, and the dying Le Hou had a glimmer of hope. The will to fight to the death was long gone, and he only wanted to survive, so how could he dare to look back!

“Ding ding ding ding~~!”

Under the moon, two sword lights made a series of sword-clashing sounds. Zhao Rong was shocked. The opponent was also using a fast sword, and it was unclear where the moves came from.

The sword moves were all very messy, and they seemed to be hiding their abilities.

Only the sword speed matters.
For a moment, it was difficult to tell who was winning!
"Could it be a master of Jiujiang underworld? How come his Qi is so strong and continuous?"

"It's definitely not the Songshan sword technique!"

"His sword speed is a little slower than mine, but unfortunately Gao Kexin consumed nearly 40% of his internal strength."

'This person's internal energy is full, so don't waste it.'

Zhao Rong's mind was racing, and he had a plan in mind. He fought with the man in black for dozens of moves. His eyes followed the sword light, not daring to pay even a little attention to it.

The black-clad man on the opposite side was getting more and more surprised.

He wanted to stop, but found that the opponent's sword moves were fake but real. If he was a little slow, he would be killed in the vitals!

Want to give a reminder,

I felt ashamed again.

The look of surprise in that pair of yellow eyes could no longer be hidden.

The two men attacked with swift swords and reached the lakeside.

Zhao Rong retorted:

"Your swordsmanship is pretty good. Do you have the sword manual with you?"

"Give your sword manual to this incense master, and I will spare your life."

The person opposite had great composure and said nothing.

Zhao Rong stepped into a sand pit by the lake.
With a "bang", sand and water splashed towards the man in black.

The man in black waved his sleeves.

Zhao Rong found the right moment and dredged up the accumulated water in the puddle at the lakeside!
Use your palm power to slap the water surface like a fan blade!
Suddenly the mist dispersed.

Zhao Rong no longer hides his moves and is determined to kill with one strike!

The moment water mist appeared from the palm of his hand, a stream of water was immediately blasted out with icy true energy.

All of a sudden!
The lake was filled with icy mist and cold currents. The sound of a sword suddenly rang out from the silence. The man in black opened his eyes from the mist and immediately felt a chill rushing to his head!

The phantom sword flashes in the ice fog!
Under the faint moonlight, with limited vision, how can one find the sharp blade?
Once the Hengshan sword technique is exposed, Zhao Rong doesn't want to let this man live!

At this moment, all his skills burst out, and the phantom sword style was used to the limit. The speed of the sword was so fast!
"Master's nephew!"

Lu Lianrong didn't dare to lower his voice and shouted in panic!

He hurriedly turned back to Feng Qingyin to counter the attack, but he hit a phantom sword and fell into the trap of the Hengshan sword technique where the real and the unreal were mixed.

The sword tip appeared at Lu Lianrong's throat, and was about to kill him with one blow!
When Zhao Rong heard the word "nephew", he recognized the sword move of Huifeng Luoyan Sword. He suddenly raised the tip of the sword upwards, avoiding the throat, but also drawing a line of blood!
This time he suffered a loss due to his restraint, so he quickly stood up and regulated his breathing to calm the force that was rushing back into his body.

Lu Lianrong covered his eyes, blood flowing down his fingers, and the coldness of the icy mist on his face actually helped to relieve some of the pain.

Staring at Zhao Rong at this moment, Lu Lianrong was confused and uncertain.

"I have practiced swordsmanship for decades, and I was almost killed by this kid?"

'What is that move?'

"The phantom sword of our sect?"

Lu Lianrong was in a trance and didn't even feel the pain in the wound at the corner of his eye.

He hid his moves at first, intending to use the speed of his sword to force Zhao Rong back, but he didn't expect that after Zhao Rong hid his moves, the speed of his sword could actually keep up with his.

Um.
"This guy has been fighting in the mass grave for a while and killed Gao Kexin. He is not at his best right now."

That is
"Your inner strength is stronger than mine? And your swordsmanship is better than mine?"

Although he knew that Zhao Rong was extremely talented, in Lu Lianrong's heart, he always regarded him as the fourteenth-generation disciple.

No matter from which perspective you consider it, it is impossible for someone of this age to compete with the older generation.

But the phantom sword that attacked from the ice fog just now was so thrilling, it was like slapping the essence of Hengshan swordsmanship in the face.

If you encounter this trick, I'm afraid
Lu Lianrong closed his right eye, and the blood from the corner of his eye flowed down his eyelids again.

A hint of fatigue appeared in those yellow eyes.

After a while, Zhao Rong suppressed the surging blood.

He glanced in the direction where Le Hou fled, and no longer had the intention to chase after him.

"Uncle Master, why did you stop me and take the blame on behalf of the Songshan Guardian?"

When Lu Lianrong heard his question, he immediately became tough again: "Didn't I send you a message?"

"Why don't you listen to my instructions?"

"Master's arrangement may not be correct."

"But let it go this time. Next time at a moment like this, there shouldn't be two different voices in our sect."

"Master is my elder, but you should still listen to me on important matters of the sect."

Zhao Rong understood Lu Lianrong's temper and should not be polite when speaking to him.

So he raised his head and said proudly: "I am the future leader."

"You will regret this!"

Lu Lianrong snorted, "The more important the sect's affairs are, the more we need to plan ahead before we act, and we can't act rashly."

"Killing Taibao was originally part of the plan. It was all planned out before action." Zhao Rong did not give in at all.

"You are killing with pleasure now. Senior Brother Mo has stood up for you. When the Mid-Autumn Festival Five Mountains Alliance Meeting comes, will our Hengshan Sect's people be able to return from Songshan? If you touch the bottom line of Alliance Leader Zuo, he will definitely cause trouble in Songshan."

"You are indeed talented, so you should not be like my two senior brothers who are ignorant of the general situation in the martial arts world."

"Killing one more guard will not affect the strength of Songshan Sect," Lu Lianrong's pupils shrank, and he added, "Besides, you don't understand the rules of Songshan Sect."

"All of our fellow disciples are dead. If Fei Bin goes back alone, he won't be able to hold his head up high no matter how he explains. He will be accused of living a cowardly life and even suspected of using his fellow disciples as bait to escape. Fei Bin will definitely slander our Hengshan Sect!"

"Le Hou has a deeper background. When he returns with Fei Bin, he will give a detailed account of the true situation of the Demon Cult in Hengzhou Prefecture. Alliance Leader Zuo will then focus on the Demon Cult that is heading south. Wasn't this all your own business? Why did you ruin it because of a bodyguard?"

Zhao Rong had a thousand things to say, but after hearing what he said, he didn't want to argue anymore.

When it comes to understanding the Songshan School, I am far inferior to the Fourteenth Guardian.

The master was already standing in front of him. If Zuo Lengchan was furious, it would cause great suffering to him at the Five Mountains Alliance Conference.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

"This time, I will spare my uncle's face and not kill the two guards."

He added domineeringly, "I'll kill you next time."

"You are so arrogant at such a young age!"

Lu Lianrong snorted again, "Kill this and that, why don't you go to Blackwood Cliff and kill Dongfang Bubai?"

When Zhao Rong saw that his face was covered in blood, he thought of his hard work and great contributions in the past few days and felt a little ashamed.

Never mind, he is your elder after all.

So what if I give you a lesson or a few scoldings?

Just continue to help me backstab Alliance Leader Zuo next time.

"Uncle Master, your disciples should stay at Tingfengtai to learn swordsmanship."

Lu Lianrong neither agreed nor refused.

Zhao Rong thought he had acquiesced, and asked again, "Master, do you want to learn those fast sword moves?"

"Humph~"

"Little Dao ear~!"

"The trend of the martial arts world is the fastest sword," Lu Lianrong had his own beliefs. He didn't say any more to Zhao Rong, and chased in the direction where Le Hou and Fei Bin fled.

My eyes followed his back until he disappeared into the darkness.

Although Le Hou was not retained, this battle was able to clear the suspicion on Uncle Lu, thus gaining more trust from the Songshan School.

The remaining bandits in Baimazhuang
It would be best if we could keep them all, especially those from the Songshan Sect. No one should be allowed to go.

On the mass grave, the remaining members of the Demon Cult saw the help of the "God Cult masters" and immediately increased their strength and fought with the remnants of the Songshan Sect.

Fang Qianju and Gao Shan Liu Shui joined forces to cooperate with the Demon Cult to kill the remaining members of Songshan.

The situation instantly turned in favor of the Demon Cult!

The Jiujiang masters and those brought by Le Hou were killed to pieces, and the remaining three injured underworld masters all died at the hands of Gao Shan Liu Shui.

Seeing that something was wrong, he wanted to escape, but suddenly a large group of men in black appeared around the mass grave.

When the thieves of the Demon Cult saw them killing the Jiujiang masters, they thought they were people brought by the Demon Cult elders.

After killing all the black-clad men from Songshan from both sides, the remaining deputy incense master of the Demon Cult stepped forward to salute and wanted to ask which hall the elder was from.

Unexpectedly, before he could even utter a word, he was struck dead by a palm from Master Liu San.

The Hengshan disciples who surrounded the thieves attacked together. Fang Qianju threw away his knife and used his sword, cooperating with the younger generations to kill half of the distracted members of the Demon Cult in an instant.

"Who are you!"

Some believers shouted angrily.

Many disciples responded in unison: "The disciples of Songshan are here to destroy the demons and punish the evil!"

Some of the church members were so angry that their faces turned pale. This was simply treating people like fools.

It was too late to realize he had fallen into a trap, so he could only swing his weapon wildly, looking for someone to take the blame.

Soon, the mass grave became quiet.

A part of the Hengshan disciples stayed behind, and the rest continued to circle westward to investigate.

There was no more shouting and killing in Baima Manor, and the mountains and rivers had swept away, leaving only Fang Qianju to look after it.

"My dear Junior Brother does have the talent to be the leader."

Along the way, Liu Zhengfeng pulled out the extra clothes that were stuffed on his body, and he didn't look so fat anymore.

"If he wasn't afraid of attracting too much attention, I'm afraid my eldest brother would be planning to pass on the throne to him."

Liu Zhengfeng laughed and sighed, "There has never been anyone in my Hengshan sect who is so capable of doing things."

"The Demon Sect and the Songshan Sect were manipulated by him."

Qu Zhiyin sighed, "Little Zhao Rong must have had a hard time getting involved in the disputes at such a young age."

“Once the arrow is shot, it cannot be retrieved; and the water in a river cannot flow backwards.”

“Once you get involved, you can’t stop.”

"The disputes in the martial arts world never cease"

"That's right."

"Fortunately, my good nephew has my senior brother to protect him, so there is no need to worry."

"But this matter involves a lot of people. For the next period of time, it's best for Brother Qu to stay in Liu's house and not go anywhere else."

"it is good."

"..."

In a wild peach forest to the north of the mass grave, Mr. Mo Da followed the faint smell of blood and finally caught up with Fenglei Hall's Deputy Hall Master Luo, who had been beaten and escaped by the two bodyguards.

Fei Bin and Le Hou are both proficient in palm swords, so the advantage of two against one is obvious.

Mo Da had expected that the Demon Cult's deputy leader would escape after being injured. Knowing that several masters from the Liu Mansion were there, he chased after him to kill the Demon Cult leader. However, the scene at this moment made Mo Da frown.

The man was lying on the ground with his back facing the sky.

The short spear fell aside.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.

To guard against any trickery, Mr. Mo Da held his breath and observed for a moment, but did not sense any presence.

He approached cautiously and used his toes to hook the corpse over.

died!

Mo Da was somewhat surprised and could not help but pull on Deputy Hall Master Kai Luo's black shirt, and saw a fatal sword wound on his chest.

It wasn't slashed by the broadsword of Songshan.

It didn't look like a sneak attack. The deputy hall master in black and yellow belt was killed head-on.

Even if he was injured, it must have been done by a master.

Mr. Mo Da checked again carefully, but found no other fatal wounds, nor did he find any secret books from the hall master.

He immediately dragged the man's body into a thorn bush full of weeds and threw it in along with the dagger.

There is no human habitation here, so it is a bit difficult to find.

While Mr. Mo Da was thinking about who did it, he took a deep breath and hurried back.

……

Zhao Rong had guessed that his master was not around, so he became more cautious.

Although there were no masters among the remaining people, he still stayed by the lake to adjust his condition and walked back after a cup of tea.

But he did not return by the same route, but went west of Baimazhuang.

There may be some remnants there, let's see if we can run into them along the way.

At night, the sounds of insects and birds chirping were particularly distant, like the sound of a zither and a flute. If they were not in a hurry to kill bandits, they would most likely stop, climb up a tree, lie on a branch and listen.

The evening breeze blows the mist in the forest, which is cold and refreshing, like flowing frost.

suddenly!

Zhao Rong, who was looking up at the Southern Dipper across the mountain, moved his ears and heard a strange sound from the east, indicating that it came from the west of Baimazhuang.

At this time, he was in a forest. The sound was getting closer and closer. He climbed up a big tree that exuded a faint fragrance, hid behind the branches and leaves, and waited quietly.

The footsteps were extremely unstable, and there were also sounds of falling and urging.

It means he is a runaway.

I don’t know whether he is from the Songshan Sect or the Demon Sect.

Two
No, three!
"Go, go, go!"

"I don't know where a group of men in black came from. They kill everyone they see. They are not in the same group as the Songshan Sect!"

"Master, did you see it wrong?"

"I'm not mistaken!"

"Damn it, we've all been fooled! I told you that Ziqi's information is unreliable. Fenglei Hall is a bunch of idiots."

"We must report this to the chief steward. Those people are all holding swords. They must be from the Hengshan Sect. They caused us to lose so many people. This account must be settled!"

"The birds in the east woods are chirping, hurry up!"

"We can't stay in Hengzhou anymore, let's go to Raozhou!"

They ran towards Zhao Rong while cursing.

Sure enough, there were some fish that slipped through the net.
Zhao Rong's eyes focused and his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

As soon as those people got close, he took action to stop them.

What Zhao Rong didn't expect was
Suddenly, I vaguely saw a person jumping down from the tree in front, followed by a scream of "Ah".

"who is it!"

There was another angry shout, but no one responded.

Ding ding ding.
There were only three sounds of weapons clashing, and the flag owner who had spoken before also let out a scream!
The last thief from the Demon Cult fled in panic towards Zhao Rong's tree, but the man who attacked him did not chase him. Zhao Rong jumped down, and the thief from the Demon Cult only heard wind behind his ears, followed by a "hiss" sound, and he could not make any sound.

The woods became quiet again, as if there was no one there.

Control your breathing and be extra alert.

Although the flag owner was ambushed, he died very quickly.

If he were honest with himself, Zhao Rong felt that it would be difficult for him to do so, at least not in his current state.

“Whisper!”

The sound of the sleeves being fluttered was like that of a bird flying. Zhao Rong, like that man, also used his lightness skills to climb up to the treetop.

This movement is definitely not from the Hengshan Sect.

It is unclear whether they are enemies or friends.

I can't run now, if I run I'll show my weakness.

At the same time, he didn't really want to let this man get away.

Not to mention what this person saw before, he definitely heard what the three demons said just now.

Zhao Rong directly swallowed a pill made of old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum in his arms, then turned his back to the man and crossed his legs to practice the Xisui Jing to regulate his breathing, while paying close attention to the movements over there.

In less than half a cup of tea, he suddenly opened his eyes.

“Whisper!”

“Whisper!”

A thin figure in black leaped lightly among the trees, his footsteps quieter than the sound of his clothes.

Zhao Rong was also jumping on the branches of the big tree like that man.

Until the two of them stood on an old tree, the branches stretched out and connected together.

The light in the woods was dim, and the two people faced each other, but could only see each other's outlines.

"You are hiding your head and showing your tail. It's good that you don't say anything. Then just wait and I won't say anything either."

"Master Gao Shan Liu Shui will come with you later, let's see where you can run!"

Zhao Rong sneered secretly.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Someone finally spoke on the other end, but Zhao Rong couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Why, are you afraid, sir?"

Zhao Rong snorted, "You killed my Divine Sect's leader, so you must be from the Songshan Sect."

There seemed to be a pause over there, and a very light nasal sound came out, "What Songshan School?"

"Isn't it right for my Hengshan Sect to kill your evil sect thieves? Didn't you kill one yourself?"

Zhao Rong's expression froze when he heard this.

'You know too much, you must not stay.'

Knowing that this man was quite skilled in martial arts, he was thinking about how to harm him, when he heard him say:

"You caught up with and killed the two guardians of my Five Mountains Sword Sect?"

"So what if I kill him?" Zhao Rong sneered, "What else did you see?"

Hearing Zhao Rong's threatening words, the other side seemed to laugh disdainfully.

"You also know that my Hengshan Sect disciples worked with the Songshan Sect to kill the Demon Sect, and also worked with the Demon Sect to kill the Songshan Sect disciples."

"So, you want to kill me to silence me?"

Zhao Rong's face darkened, and he heard the man say, "If you don't do it, I'll leave right away."

"Stay!"

Zhao Rong was provoked repeatedly and had already drawn his sword. He bent a branch with one foot and jumped directly onto the big tree opposite.

After taking advantage of the force, he used the somersault power of the ape and immediately rushed around the man!

This man was slightly shorter than him, but extremely agile.

A short sword suddenly appeared and collided directly with Zhao Rong's long sword.

"Dang Dang Dang~!"

After only seven or eight consecutive sounds, the rain stopped abruptly. Zhao Rong was startled and quickly grabbed the branch under his feet and jumped straight up!

"Click~!"

The huge branch was cut off directly and fell down!

"Where are you going!" This shout was even clearer. Although the man was wearing black clothes and a mask, he seemed to be young.

Zhao Rong jumped up just to change the sword's momentum.

He had just tried to test the man with his Sudden Rain Sword Technique, but ended up only being able to defend himself. It was obvious that he was too confident.

Trouble, he is much stronger than Lu Lianrong!

Fortunately, the ape was good at climbing high places. Now on the treetop, Zhao Rong jumped continuously like an old ape, and his body movements gave him a great advantage.

The people below kept jumping up, and Zhao Rong fought and ran, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

When he approached the top of the tree, he clamped his legs around the branches above, suddenly turned around and swung the sword from top to bottom to hit the man's head!
"Sususu~!"

The surrounding branches and leaves were cut off and fell down continuously. Zhao Rong's sword light had been divided into three sword shadows, which was the third sword in the Huifeng Luoyan sword!
Three consecutive sounds of swords clashing were heard!
A short sword protected his body, and three green lights flashed by, so fast!
After blocking three swords in a row, the opponent seemed to still have some strength left.

"Hey~!"

After the third sword strike, another sword light suddenly appeared!
The real thing is hidden in the false, it turns out that the third sword is a fake move of Zhao Rong, while the fourth sword that fell from the sky showed its full power!

The man in black was also surprised.

But he reacted extremely quickly, bending backwards and jumping off the bridge, avoiding Zhao Rong's fatal sword attack.

As if he was angry, the dagger in his hand became even sharper and he suddenly thrust it towards the long sword of General Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong did not miss this good opportunity. He used his strength on the sword and pushed the black-clothed man's dagger outward.

The two of them competed with each other.

He took advantage of the situation and fell down a little further.
Suddenly, his legs changed from hugging the branch to his feet hanging on the branch, like a monkey trying to reach for the moon!
So he approached the black-clad master below face to face.

The tip of my nose seemed to smell the fragrance of grass and trees.

Zhao Rong didn't care about all that. He gathered his ferocious palm power and pressed down directly on the man in black!

“Hey~!”

The man in black raised his palm upwards, and his slender palm met Zhao Rong's in the darkness.

"Boo~!"

The sound of palm wind tearing silk was heard between the two palms!

The surrounding leaves fluttered and scattered like rain.

The icy true energy gushed out directly!

Follow the thenar eminence and go straight to Taiyuan, aiming to penetrate the person's hand Taiyin lung meridian!

There was a flicker of surprise on the black-clothed man's brow, but Zhao Rong was too close and didn't see it.

He was surprised in his heart.
The cold air was blocked by the opponent's internal force, and it was expected that the opponent's fast sword might be running through the hand Taiyin lung meridian, which was why the response was so quick.

This internal force was so pure and powerful that it blocked his coldness.

One of them blocked the cold air and his internal energy was depleted very quickly, his palms were frozen, and the other one had not enough internal energy.

The opponent had already made a move to withdraw his palm, but Zhao Rong turned his palm and grabbed the opponent's four fingers horizontally, holding them tightly!
Although the cold air was blocked, he was clearly at an advantage, so how could he ask the other party to withdraw his palm?

As everyone knows,
As he clenched his fist, the look of the man in black below suddenly changed, revealing a look of shame and anger!
"Go to hell!"

The sword was taken out, and the feet too!
The man in black was not as tall as Zhao Rong, so he kicked high, and the kick went over his head, trying to kick Zhao Rong away like a ball.

Zhao Rong couldn't use his hands and feet.
But he was quick-witted. He no longer hooked his feet on the branch, but instead pushed hard against it, using the force to fly forward and crash into it head-on!
"You're the one who's going to die!"

He gritted his teeth in response.

"Boom" sounded muffled.

The two sides had a fierce head-on collision!

They all lost their footing and fell downwards from the high branches they had climbed up, hitting the branches all the way.

Zhao Rong had a headache and felt dizzy.

He believed that the other party must be feeling bad too.

If you fall from a tree that is nearly ten feet high, even if you have some true energy to protect yourself from dying, you probably won't be able to move.

"Dang Cang~!"

"Dang Cang~!"

There were two consecutive sounds of swords falling to the ground.

Zhao Rong threw away his sword and grabbed a branch with one hand. The man in black also threw away his dagger and grabbed a higher branch.

The other two did not loosen their hands, still tightly grasping each other's four fingers.

The icy true energy rushed into another acupoint and closed the gate!
At this moment, the resistance suddenly increased, and the man in black gushed out a strong internal force. Zhao Rong's internal force had been almost exhausted, so he had to withdraw his palm following the opponent's momentum.

With the help of the recoil force of the palm, the man in black moved gracefully and stepped onto the branch.

Zhao Rong took advantage of the situation and rolled over to release the force, then ran towards Baimazhuang without looking back.

"Elders, come quickly, there are Songshan disciples here!"

Zhao Qinchuan shouted loudly, and the birds in the distance flew away in fright. It seemed that someone was coming in this direction.

The man in black rubbed his forehead and quickly got down from the branch.

He picked up his dagger and clenched his almost frozen hands. A white mist flowed out from his palms, but the shame and anger on his face did not disappear.

"Damn it!"

The man in black gritted his snow-white teeth, stood up and walked a few steps, suddenly remembered something, turned back and stood beside the long sword left by Zhao Rong.

"Humph!"

But it was a very beautiful and unusually cold girl's voice.

He picked up the sword of the young leader of Hengshan, took a deep breath, took a few steps, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

……

They just met once, and in just half a cup of tea time, Zhao Rong met with the Hengshan disciples again.

"Senior brother~!"

"what happened!"

I saw that he was out of breath and looked very embarrassed.

Quan Ziju and others were a little surprised, because the eldest brother was a fierce man who could even kill the bodyguard.

"But did you meet a master?"

"Well, I killed a few that escaped. Their bodies are over there. We had a pretty tough opponent just now."

Zhao Rong exhaled.

"I don't know who it is, but he has been lurking in the dark."

"At least it doesn't look like it belongs to the Songshan Sect or the Demon Sect."

"Immediately arrange for someone to spread the news as I said, and don't let anyone else get there first."

"Okay, senior brother. Senior Brother Lu and I will do it." Quan Ziju and Lu Songfeng took the job.

"..."

The Hengshan disciples were in high spirits, and this was definitely a great victory.

The danger of the White Horse has been resolved.

What's more, the forces in Hengzhou Prefecture that wanted to harm the Hengshan Sect lost 80% to 90% of their strength overnight.

How can this not excite everyone!

"The body needs to be dealt with properly."

"There are a lot of thatched grasses in Baima Manor, as well as the bonfire equipment of the evil cult thieves. We can burn a lot of them, bury some more in the mass grave, and tie the ones near the lake with stones and sink them."

Zhao Rong nodded. This was the only thing he could do.

"One more thing to remember"

"I know. Senior Brother Da Nian and the others are already touching it."

Only then did Zhao Rong feel relieved.

Everyone was busy with their own work. When Zhao Rong returned to Baima Village, he saw a big fire there. Although it had just rained, he still told his followers not to burn the forest.

When he met Mr. Mo Da, Zhao Rong told him about the man in black, including his sword techniques and the characteristics of his internal strength.

unfortunately,

There are countless strange people in the world. Even Mr. Mo Da would find it difficult to tell the other party's background just from Zhao Rong's narration.

"Master, have you caught up with the deputy hall master?"

"When we caught up with him, he was already dead."

"Oh?"

Mo Da glanced at him, pinching his beard, with a puzzled look on his face:
"A sword hit me in the chest."

"I wonder if it was done by the man in black you mentioned."

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