Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 124: Night Battle at Erlang Temple! (8.365k)
The tenth night after the Five Mountains Alliance meeting.

We will go down the mountain tomorrow. This will be Zhao Rong’s last night on Shengguan Peak.

The crescent moon cast its clear light, outlining the contours of the distant mountains. The autumn wind shook the Koelreuteria tree, and Zhao Rong under the tree played with a few yellowed dead leaves.

The old man in the courtyard joked, "Ah Rong, are you keeping this place as a souvenir?"

"Master, you're joking. I'm just a little uncomfortable with it." As Zhao Rong spoke, he gathered his energy between his middle and index fingers and threw the dead leaves in his hand toward the glazed tiles on the south roof.

"A few days ago, there were experts who came to spy on us, but there has been no one here in the past two days."

"It seems that Master Zuo is very disappointed in me."

Mr. Mo Da did not respond to his words, as he was completely attracted by the "slurp" sound.

To throw a few dry leaves with such a force, one not only needs profound internal strength, but also wonderful finger techniques and the flow of energy.

"Is this the Shaolin Flower Picking Finger Technique?"

Mo Da was startled, and he jumped onto the roof and picked up the leaves. Only then did he feel water stains and coldness on them. It turned out that they were frozen by a small layer of icicles.

"I thought it was some monk who was touched. It scared me."

'This cold air is used very cleverly.'

The old man came down from the roof again and saw the smile on the young master's face. He naturally knew that he was not missing someone spying on him.

"The masters of Songshan have probably left the mountain in advance."

"Zuo Lengchan has big plans."

Zhao Rong straightened his expression and asked, "What did Uncle Yue say?"

"Of course we are in the same boat. After all, our two families have the least people," Mr. Mo Da added, "Master Yue suggested that we avoid the route planned by Zuo Lengchan and beware of ambushes along the way."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly. He had eyes by his side, and taking a detour was only a temporary solution, not a fundamental solution.

How could Mo Da not know?

But the old man glanced at Zhao Rong, sighed, and said with a smile:
"Traveling with Huashan Sect, the two families will take care of each other. Just be careful along the way. In the end, you will leave Songshan safely. You will also see some of the Five Mountains sword techniques. This trip is considered a success."

After passing this hurdle, it will take several years before you can climb Mount Songshan again.

It was a different scene then.

Zhao Rong smiled and poured a cup of tea for his master. He felt his heart open up and become more peaceful.

In high spirits, the master and disciple finished their tea and jumped onto the roof again.

Take a close look at this mountain, this tree, this city, and this moon. Listen to the autumn wind and gaze at the mist.

The silver moon is like a boat, and the mist gradually fills the mountain with coldness.

Beyond the clear light of heaven, people are in the refreshing air of March. Smell the leaves blowing, imagine the wind blowing. Floating in the air, it seems like a woman riding a phoenix. This is not suitable for the human world, so go to Songshan Mountain and watch it in the quiet night.

Zhao Rong took out a short flute and started playing it slowly.

That night, the young leader of Hengshan sat on the glazed eaves, playing the flute. His heart was as vast as the mountains and rivers, and his mood was so light.

That night, the Left Alliance Leader of Songshan stood on a high wall. He heard the sound of the flute and looked at the grand night of Songyang. He couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh.

The next day, the sky was clear!

The Hengshan and Taishan sects had already descended the mountain.

Both factions were cautious and prepared to mobilize forces in the Central Plains.

At noon, after lunch, the Hengshan and Huashan sects also walked out of the gate of Songshan.

"Senior Brother Zuo, please stay."

On the mountain path, Mr. Mo Da, Yue Buqun, and Ning Zhongze each bowed to Zuo Lengchan.

Zuo Lengchan also smiled and said, "I am sorry for not being able to entertain you for a few more days. But the Demon Cult is rampant right now. It won't be too late to meet again after we destroy its branch."

“Very good, very good.”

The three of them responded politely to the polite words, but they didn't want to come here again.

Leader Zuo noticed their reactions, then turned around and warned them seriously: "Both of you are very talented. You will be the pillars of our Five Mountains Sword Sect in the future. Don't neglect your training."

Zhao Rong and Linghu Chong returned the greeting solemnly:
"Yes! Master Zuo~"

The two factions bowed to Leader Zuo and the people from Songshan again and said goodbye.

But he saw people from the Hengshan School and the Huashan School going down the mountain, turning onto a mountain path, and their backs disappeared from Zuo Lengchan's sight.

Suddenly, an autumn wind blew up the mist and smoke. Zuo Lengchan flicked his sleeves, but he could not drive away the coldness of the third autumn, and the whole mountain was bleak.

There was a sudden wave of emotion in my heart, and a feeling of emptiness, I didn't know where it came from.

"How is it down the mountain?" Zuo Lengchan asked coldly.

Lu Bai smiled grimly, "Brother, everything is ready."

"it is good!"

……

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Zhao Rong, feeling happy, couldn't help but look back.

The beautiful scenery of Songyang has disappeared, only the vastness of the world remains!

"Brother Rong, are you still nostalgic for the donkey meat you ate that night?" Linghu Chong asked with a smile.

After spending a few days together, they became more familiar with each other.

Zhao Rong glanced at Laudeno, who had his ears perked up, and shook his head solemnly.

"Brother Linghu, I was thinking about Master Zuo's instructions."

"He is the leader of the Five Mountains, a role model of righteousness, and highly respected. This time he encouraged us to practice well and not neglect our studies. I feel very regretful in my heart. I should have listened to Master Zuo's advice."

Linghu Chong actually nodded: "That's right."

After hearing this, Laudenuo couldn't help but stare.

Sect Leader Yue smiled slightly, "Brother Mo, the white flag of Xiaoyaojin is closer. How about we gather together to destroy the white flag first, and then kill the purple flag?"

"Of course I'll follow Master Yue's orders," Mo replied with a big laugh.

They didn't talk much at the foot of Mount Song. They carried their bags and followed the road from Dengfeng to Yangcheng before the sun set.

As the sun sets, Zhao Rong leads his junior sisters Xiang Danian and Guo Yuying out.

I wanted to call Linghu Chong, but when I thought of that dog-skin plaster Lao Denuo, I gave up.

The three of them inquired separately and met again half an hour later.

"As Senior Brother guessed, the chaos in Yangcheng has improved greatly."

"The group of Jianghu people who came during the Mid-Autumn Festival had already left Songshan Mountain and did not return to Yangcheng. They probably went to Luzhou first. If they were riding fast horses, they would have left the Central Plains by now."

"Since you have done evil in Yangcheng, you are definitely not good."

Guo Yuying said: "Looking at their deep hatred for the Demon Cult, it doesn't seem like they are faking it."

"The demon cult kills without blinking an eye, so naturally their enemies are mixed."

After Xiang Danian finished speaking, he asked again: "Brother, since we have to change the route, how should Nan Shanshi deal with it?"

"I'll kill him," Guo Yuying put her hand on the sword.

"Don't alert the enemy for now," Zhao Rong weighed the pros and cons. "The Songshan Sect has too deep a foundation in the Central Plains. It will be impossible to conceal the change of route. Killing him will only delay the situation for a few days."

"Let's buy some dry food first, and prepare some for Huashan Sect as well."

"Don't spread the news to the south for now. This place is too close to Songshan Mountain. Be careful of being intercepted by people from Songshan Mountain."

"it is good"

This night was very peaceful. No one from the Real Demon Cult or the Fake Demon Cult came.

Linghu Chong remembered what Zhao Rong said when they climbed Mount Song, but now they were all on the road and had no chance to relax and drink alone. The same thing happened when they arrived in Yingchuan City.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The Hengshan Sect and the Huashan Sect were both impoverished factions and had no power whatsoever in the Central Plains.

The Hengshan School and the Taishan School are different.

The Hengshan sect has many temples and monasteries outside the capital. Master Dingjing sent a message from Fuzhou, and the pigeon changed its stop at Baiyi Temple in Suzhou, then changed its stop at Miaoxiang Temple in Jinan, and then changed its stop at Qingjing Temple in Laohekou.

Four pigeons can relay the message to Hengshan.

There are also Hengshan temples in the Central Plains, so there is naturally no shortage of Hengshan disciples, so it is very easy to find a place to settle down.

The Taishan Sect is very popular and has many subordinate forces.

For example, the Sanhemen in Jinling and the Zhenyuan Escort Agency went south to the Hengyang Escort Agency to cause trouble. They were all marginal people from Mount Tai.

It is easy for these two factions to find helpers.

The Huashan Sect and the Hengshan Sect could only look for inns and wild hotels along the way, and they also had to worry about whether they would fall into the pockets of the Songshan Sect.

We have to be extremely cautious as we head southeast.

When they arrived in Shangcai, they encountered a group of mountain bandits, among whom were some skilled martial artists. However, the bandits ran into an iron wall and were easily wiped out by the two factions.

They didn't encounter any masters from the Demon Cult or the Songshan School. Although it was calm, everyone's nerves were tense.

Going further, you will reach the southwest of Huanghuai, which was called Shendi in ancient times.

Getting closer to Luzhou.

It was at this time that the two factions changed their route and instead of heading east, headed southeast and headed straight down to Gwangju.

I smelled the lingering fragrance of golden osmanthus in the mall again.

On the evening of the twenty-sixth day after the Five Mountains Alliance, the two groups of troops entered Lu'an Prefecture and were about to reach Luzhou.

As we got closer to Luzhou, there were more and more carriages and horses on the road.

We did not enter the city that day, but walked to a small town. Seven or eight inns were all full of guests.

"Master, the inn in the west of the town is full."

“There’s not even a place to sit in a teahouse in Zhennan!”

"Why are there so many Jianghu people?"

Mr. Mo Da mounted his horse without hesitation, his expression solemn: "Let's go!"

Yue Buqun also frowned: "There are many people in the inn, but few townspeople. It closes early, so it is probably a place of trouble. It is better to leave early."

Zhao Rong deliberately slowed down his horse and fell behind the team.

Being far away, many eyes were fixed on him.

Something's wrong!

"Let's hurry all the way to the town ahead before it gets dark," Sect Leader Yue led the way. Only five miles out of the town, a section of the mountain road collapsed.

Several huge rocks blocked the way.

People can pass through, but horses can’t.

The mountain path was muddy, probably because it had rained a few days ago.

It's not surprising that the road collapsed, but what's strange is that the stones don't seem to have rolled down.

Lao Denuo went to observe and said: "There are many large rocks ahead. Even if we clear them away, it will be difficult to find a place to stay before dark."

He subtly urged everyone to turn back.

"No, the atmosphere in that town is weird."

Lady Ning dismounted, "Even if we have to sleep outdoors in the mountains, we cannot return."

She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to push the stone.

Although it is laborious, it is no problem to move the big rock if several people work together with their luck.

The disciples of both factions felt a little gloomy and knew that the situation was not good.

"What day is today?" Zhao Rong suddenly asked.

Jiumengzi smelled the wine long ago, "It's the Double Ninth Festival, I smell the scent of chrysanthemum wine in the town."

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile:
"Oh, it turned out to be God's will."

"It is the Double Ninth Festival, and we are traveling in a foreign land. Although the scenery is barren and we stay overnight on the top of a mountain, it is in line with the elegant spirit of climbing a mountain. Isn't this a good thing?"

"Hahaha!"

Many disciples laughed and felt much better. Senior Brother Zhao was really good at counseling people.

He also said, "That makes sense."

Sect Leader Yue was originally dressed like a scholar, and when he heard what Zhao Rong said, he couldn't help but nod.

He looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, reminiscing: "Clouds fly over the grass, wild geese fly across the horizon. The chrysanthemums by the old mountain fence, for whom are they blooming today?"

Lady Ning stopped and sighed in her heart.

She knew that her husband was thinking of his former fellow disciples. They were all buried in the battle of sword energy, so there was no chance for them to climb the mountain.

Mr. Mo Da also understood it.

If the situation was not wrong, he would definitely give her a song of "Xiaoxiang Night Rain".

While the three seniors were in a daze, Zhao Rong brought Linghu Chong, Xiang Danian, Lu Dayou and others and jumped onto the collapsed hill.

They swung their swords to cut down several fir trees, and stood on a low hill. Cheng Mingyi, Yue Lingshan and others below brought rocks to provide cushioning. Several of them leaped up, grabbed one end of the tall fir tree, and pried the rock aside.

There was a knocking sound, and the big rock rolled and turned into a dense forest.

Zhao Rong was in command, prying off the largest boulders along the way, and then moving a small path. No one rode horses, but just pulled the reins in front, and people from both sides helped push the horses, slowly rubbing through the bad road.

Although they were covered in mud, both men and horses were able to pass through in the most labor-saving way.

Sect Leader Yue looked at his measured command and felt both admiration and sadness in his heart.

However, Linghu Chong became much more serious when he was with the young master, which made him feel relieved.

After we passed the collapsed section, we continued forward. The road became increasingly muddy, with mud and water splashing everywhere from the horses' hooves. No one dared to run fast for fear that the horses might stumble.

We walked slowly along the mountain road for seven or eight miles and turned more than a dozen wide bends. It was getting dark and it seemed that we would not be able to reach the next town.

What's worse is that it started to drizzle.

"It's very dark in the distance and the wind is blowing towards us. Maybe it will rain heavily tonight," Shi Daizi, the fourth elder of Huashan, frowned.

Now that we are close to Luzhou, if we are drenched by heavy rain all night, it will not be a pleasant experience to spend the night on the mountain.

After another three quarters of an hour, the light became dimmer.

Without a place to call home, everyone feels heavy-hearted.

Suddenly, Xiang Da Nian and Lu Hou Er, who were exploring the way ahead, shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up, there is a dilapidated temple ahead, just right for shelter from the rain!"

"God's will!"

"That would be great!"

After a dark tunnel, there was a new village. Everyone was happy and urged the horses to go faster.

After entering the temple, we found some dead wood and dry firewood, and there were several piles of ashes on the ground. It was obvious that someone had stayed overnight here, and the firewood was also left by others.

There were even a few oil lamps that lit up immediately after being filled with oil.

This can be considered as borrowing a favor from others.

When the bonfire was lit, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the trees in the mountains fiercely.

The autumn is chilly, but the firelight brings warmth.

Zhao Rong looked around and discovered that there was a statue of a god in the main hall of the temple.

Laudno raised the lamp, and was shocked. The third vertical eye on the head of the idol was looking at him with sharp eyes.

The statue is wearing armor, has a majestic face, a bright red cloak embroidered with two dragons playing with a pearl, and holds a 10-foot-long steel-handled Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand.

If it’s not Erlang Zhenjun, who else could it be?
"Ah Rong, light up the Guankoushen."

Mr. Mo Da also brought incense, which is also a feature of Hengyang. Zhao Rong did as he was told.

Everyone bowed to the statue and said "Excuse me".

Raindrops half the size of a broad bean fell, hitting the tiles and making a rustling sound.

Zhao Rong leaned against a tattered bell stand and saw Junior Brother Ling Zhaoheng and Lu Dayou collecting water under the water curtain in front of the eaves.

Boil the water and eat some dry food in the evening.

Now that we have a place to stay, everyone feels at ease.

We will deal with it tonight, and enter the town and city tomorrow to rest and get some news.

Sect Leader Yue, Mo Da and Ning Zhongze sat together and discussed what happened in the town.

"Master, the mountain road is blocked. It's hard for us to cross it during the day, so no one should be able to cross it at night, right?"

"We are unfamiliar with the place, how could we know there are no small paths?"

"Everyone should be alert and not sleep too deeply at night."

"Yes!"

Sect Leader Yue was disciplining his disciples while looking towards the Hengshan Sect. Mr. Mo Da was leisurely and it was the thoughtful young sect leader who was doing the chores.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the sound of snoring could be heard rising and falling inside the Guankou Temple.

Many people fell asleep.

I don’t know what time it was at night, but suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves coming from the northwest!
Yue Buqun, Mo Da, Zhao Rong, and Ning Zhongze woke up instantly.

The northwest is the direction they came from!
All the disciples in the temple were woken up, and everyone noticed something strange.

How can a normal person travel in the rain in the middle of the night?

Everyone held their breath and made no sound.

Zhao Rong heard the sound of horses' hooves, which was continuous and heavy, so he thought some of the horses must have more than one person on them.

"Yu~~!"

“Yuyu~!!”

At the gate of Guankou Temple, the sound of horses being reined in could be heard one after another. Dong, dong, dong, and then the sound of horses dismounting.

"Brother, there is a temple over here!"

A rough voice shouted, "Go, go in and get out of the rain!"

"Hey, there seems to be someone inside?" "..."

Zhao Rong stood beside Linghu Chong, glanced at Lao Denuo unnoticedly, and then glanced at Nan Shanshi.

The two men seemed surprised and their hands unconsciously pressed on the hilts of their swords.

At this point, we know that the people outside are most likely members of the Demon Cult.

At this time, a shrill voice shouted, "Excuse me, who are these friends in the inner room?"

Zhao Rong patted Linghu Chong's arm and shouted four words:
"Five Mountains Sword Sect."

"Oh?" the shrill voice outside said again, "So you are the hero of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Can you unbolt the door and let us brothers in to take shelter from the rain?"

Linghu Chong said, "With the women present, it's not very convenient."

"Hahaha~!!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderous laugh outside.

"What's the inconvenience for the women? We are just hiding from the rain, we don't have to sleep in the same bed with them. You are a country boy, why would you mind?"

The person is not good!
Everyone in the temple was furious when they heard this.

The people of the Huashan School are relatively gentle, but the musicians of the Hengshan School have bad tempers.

"I'm going to fuck you, you immortal!"

Shen Bo and Chai Jinshi cursed together, "We don't mind if you move your head in and put your body outside."

"Yes, I will play you a song and send you off happily."

"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter came from outside.

"No wonder you have the guts to come to Luzhou."

The person outside said again, "The people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect are indeed quite courageous."

"Then let's see tonight whose head will be moved!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud bang.

The door of Guankou Temple was kicked in pieces. A flash of lightning flashed in the rainy night, illuminating the face of Erlang Shen. Under his third eye, there were lanterns.

The flames were intertwined, there were at least fifty or sixty lamps.

There are more people without lamps!

At this time, there were more than a hundred people outside the temple. Even if the troops from the purple and white flags of Xiaoyaojin came together, there shouldn't be so many.

The total number of people in Huashan and Hengshan is only in their early twenties.

If they spread out, it would be at least one against five!

There is no problem for the masters, but it is impossible for the disciples below to avoid casualties.

These cult members are wearing black clothes and masks, hiding their heads and tails. They are probably fringe elements.

While Zhao Rong was thinking, a masked man holding a pistol stood in front of the temple gate and shouted, "Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

For a moment, the sounds of swords being drawn rang out continuously!

"Hey~~!"

There were many loud shouts and crazy laughter from the black-clad crowd. In a moment, more than 20 people jumped up and climbed up the temple wall that was nearly ten feet high!
Mr. Mo Da, Yue Buqun and others all frowned.

There are so many masters!

Yue Buqun hurriedly rushed to the left side and faced eight people!
Mr. Mo Da faced the eight people on the right, swords flashed, and figures swayed!

Unable to display their skills in the courtyard, they jumped out directly, and the sixteen masters followed them out!
There are five masters right in front of the temple gate!

Lady Ning draws her sword and rushes forward!
"This group of demons came for us. The three masters just happened to be confronted by someone, and the remaining hundred or so people killed the Hengshan and Huashan disciples easily."

"Wait until all the disciples of Huashan and Hengshan are killed, and then surround the three masters."

"Tonight, Hengshan and Huashan will be defeated!"

Zhao Rong’s mind raced.

The Demon Cult was able to calculate their strength so accurately, they must thank the great leader Zuo.

"Zhao, Chong'er, let's fight behind the temple gate!"

Lady Ning suddenly came up with a countermeasure. Since the other side had more people, she could just defend the temple.

"Okay!" Linghu Chong understood Ning Zhongze's intention and immediately drew his sword to meet him. He also shouted to all the disciples of Huashan and Hengshan, "Brothers and sisters, be careful!!"

The Huashan disciples were still a little nervous, but on the Hengshan side, except for Nan Shanshi, everyone else's eyes were shining and full of fighting spirit.

Zhao Rong was thinking about his master, and he couldn't use his skills in the temple, so he naturally didn't agree with what Lady Ning said.

"Junior Brother Cheng, Junior Brother Xiang, you two will follow Uncle Ning to guard the temple gate together!"

"I'm going to help Master and Uncle Yue!"

"Master and Uncle Yue have come back to kill the generals, and the crisis has been resolved."

"Okay~!" Xiang Danian and Cheng Mingyi responded.

"Brothers and sisters, be careful!"

With them around, along with Lady Ning and Linghu Chong, Zhao Rong was not worried.

After listening to what Zhao Rong said, Lao Denuo saw him take a deep breath and use the wall to gain strength, and climb up the temple wall in two steps. He wanted to follow and take a look, but without Ning Zhongze's order, he did not dare to run around.

Thinking about my own retreat, I felt a little anxious.

The people of the Demon Cult don’t care whether you are a spy or not.

He made up his mind that if he couldn't defend the ruined temple, he would jump over the wall and escape.

"Where to go!"

Another seven or eight people rushed in front of the temple gate. The five masters who were besieging Ning Zhongze naturally heard what Zhao Rong said. They knew from the way Zhao Rong climbed the wall that the young man who was shouting was far from their opponent.

Then one of the masked thieves holding a steel whip shouted loudly, jumped onto the courtyard wall and chased after Zhao Rong.

He planned to kill the boy quickly and then return.

The temple was brightly lit by the lights of Kongming lanterns, but the light outside was very sparse.

Sure enough, when he jumped out, he saw the young man heading towards the direction of the sound of swords clashing in the distance.

The masked man was holding a steel whip and chasing quickly.

His lightness skill was even stronger, and he caught up in just a dozen breaths!

"Boy, I thought you were going to run away, but I didn't expect you to be so courageous."

The Steel Whip Man was still able to speak while chasing Zhao Rong, showing his ease, "But everyone in your Five Mountains Sword Sect deserves to die."

"Since you didn't run away, I'll whip your head with a steel whip and give you a quick death."

At this time,

The boy in front panted and shouted:
"I want to be clear-headed. Tell me, which faction of the Demon Sect are you from, and when did you take over Luzhou Prefecture?"

"Hahaha, you want to trick me? You'd better be a fool!"

"hey-hey."

The two men were less than two feet apart. The man with the steel whip let out a sinister laugh, exerted his strength on his toes, and pushed hard again.

He was ready to whip the fleeing boy in front of him.

suddenly!

His eyes suddenly blurred through the night rain.
The figure he was chasing had turned back to him without him noticing.

I don't know when he got the sword in his hand!

I didn't see it at all!

His clumsy movements suddenly seemed like ghosts in the dark night.

The two rushed towards each other.

The pupils of the steel whip masked man dilated infinitely!

Without blinking,

The young man was already within three feet!
what happened!

With infinite fear in his heart, the masked man instinctively swung the steel whip in his hand, but a flash of sword light appeared, and only the sound of a sword remained in his ears.

"Master! Master!"

He could no longer make a sound, his throat had been cut!

This is a fatal wound.

When my consciousness was blurred, I felt that my heart was stabbed by a sword again.
This consciousness was so blurred that I didn't know when the sword was pulled out of my body.

I didn't know whether what was flowing down my face was rain water or blood.

The steel whip fell to the ground, splashing a pool of mud.

The masked man fell down, and the last thing left in his eyes was anger.
Among the troops of Hengshan and Huashan,

How could there be such a master hiding?

Who. Who gave the message.
The masked man died with his eyes open. When his soul floated up, he felt his body being turned over.
Not long after, a man in black stepped over his body and kicked him hard before leaving.

Zhao Rong changed into the steel whip man's nightgown and walked a few steps before he heard the sounds of fighting from two places.

"As expected of a master from the Sanqin land,"

"Old Yue's swordsmanship is really good."

"Hehe, let's see how long you can hold on!"

"..."

When Zhao Rong heard the noise, he turned around and ran towards another place where a fighting sound was heard.

"Master Yue, please hold on for a while."

Master is old, so naturally he has to help first. Master Yue will not lose in a short time against eight people.

The people from the Demon Cult are more vicious than the black-clad men from the Songshan Sect. Zhao Rong was thinking about his master in his heart, and he stepped to the limit of his lightness skill. The rain hitting his face felt like wind!

A few moments
"Mr. Mo Da, why don't you give up your sword and surrender!"

"I can ensure that you won't die!"

A man in black said, "Yes, the leader has given you a magic pill that can prolong your life."

Another man in black said, "Your swordsmanship is powerful, but we are attacking head-on, so how can we compete with you in a clever way? If it's a one-on-one fight, no one here can be your opponent, but how long can your disciples in the temple hold out?"

"Our brothers will kill everyone in the temple and then surround you. You will still die."

"Why not switch to the Divine Religion and destroy Wudang and Shaolin together? The leader will grant you the Hengshan Hall and appoint you as the elder and head of the Hengshan Hall. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Not bad, not bad!" The men in black around responded with a smile.

Some of them laughed, some shouted, mixed in with the sound of rain, coming from all directions, obviously trying to distract Mr. Mo Da's attention.

"Ah~!"

This is a scream~!

There was a body in black on the ground.

Zhao Rong saw from afar that there were not eight people besieging him, but more than ten people.

There are eight masters, and several masked fighters waiting for an opportunity.

Zhao Rong rushed out from the side and naturally attracted the attention of the man in black. Seeing that he was dressed in black, although he was on guard, he immediately treated him as one of their own.

Zhao Rong didn't say anything, but walked quickly to the man in black who had just been stabbed by Mr. Mo Da.

“Brother~~!”

He shouted in a low voice, with a hint of concern in his voice.

Those masters and experts in black paid very little attention to Zhao Rong.

Unexpectedly, the man in black on the ground was not dead yet.

Hearing that Zhao Rong was coming to rescue him, he hesitated and wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, so he pointed to his bleeding belly with trembling hands, meaning that he wanted him to treat the wound and bandage it.

Damn, he’s not dead!

Zhao Rong was just pretending, and he was startled when the man opened his eyes.

He immediately turned around and faced his butt towards the group of men in black.

Listening to the symphony of swords and sabers behind him, Zhao Rong pointed his finger at the man in black's heart, killing him instantly!

The man in black on the ground stared at Zhao Rong. In the light of the Kongming lantern, he saw the cold eyes of the young man.

But he cried out sadly: "Brother~~!"

When the people around heard this, they naturally knew that their brother was dead.

After Zhao Rong finished shouting, he immediately picked up his sword and rushed into the battle circle, wanting to join other masters in besieging Mr. Mo Da.

One of the big men in black was afraid that Zhao Rongxin would not cooperate, so he immediately shouted:

"Attack him on the left!"

There was a hint of anxiety in Mr. Mo Da's eyes. His hearing was naturally better than those of the black-clad masters around him. When he heard the sound in the forest just now, he knew that someone was rushing over.

At this moment, he stared at Zhao Rong and thought to himself:
'This person's Qinggong is outstanding, I'm afraid he's not inferior to me.'

"If he still has a fast sword, I will lose the advantage of fighting and moving at the same time, and it will be difficult to continue the fight and wait for help."

"Even if I get hurt, I must kill this man first!"

Mo Da knew clearly in his heart that the Demon Cult sent out so many people tonight because they had fully understood the strength of the Hengshan and Huashan sects that came to Luzhou.

However, they underestimated the true level of their own disciples and Hengshan disciples.

I thought to myself:

"We just need to wait until A-Rong comes over, and killing these eight people will be a piece of cake."

Mr. Mo Da was just making plans when the man in black, whom he was afraid of, came towards him with his sword.

As the head of a sect, Mr. Mo Da has been practicing swordsmanship for more than sixty years.

At this moment, just a few glances were enough to tell that the man in black running towards him was a tough and powerful enemy.

"kill!"

As soon as Zhao Rong lowered his voice and shouted "Kill", the eight masters moved and attacked at the same time!
Mr. Mo Da's defense this time was extremely hasty, apparently because he was saving his strength for the new man in black.

At this moment!

The sword light of the new black-clothed man actually turned into a sword shadow under the light of Kongming lantern. The sword light moved without legs, layer upon layer, and the sharp aura penetrated the rain curtain in the dark night!
Upon seeing this, Mr. Mo Da felt the hair on his back go down and a chill ran straight to the top of his head!

“Fuck it, it’s over!!”

"Kendo master!"

Mo Da's mind was in a trance, and the eight men in black were also in a trance.

No impression, no impression.
They followed the sword light and attacked Mo Da together.

however!
The whistling sword light suddenly turned from Mr. Mo Da's left side and missed his Huifeng Luoyan Sword!
The goshawk soared high in the sky, crying as it flew by.

Above Dian Cang, the Tianshan goshawk.

Reverse the sword and turn!
Against Moyun thirty-six times!
The sword light suddenly turned, the Kongming lantern flickered, and illuminated a throat where blood was rolling~!

"Ah~~!"

"Ah~!"

"Ah~!!"

The three masters in black immediately covered their necks, blood gushed out, and they fell asleep.

The fourth person had just come back to his senses when a sword pierced his heart and he fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, all four black-clad masters were dead! !

"Who are you!"

The remaining four people shouted in horror, and all rushed towards Zhao Rong angrily with two pistols, a chain lock, and a sharp knife.

The four experts who were originally on the side were also extremely angry, and wanted to kill the man in black first together with these four experts.

In an instant, eight more weapons appeared around Zhao Rong!

The whole dynasty is attacking!

His hair stood on end and he felt a chill all over his body.

The overwhelming enlightenment that had been brewing in Songshan surged.

The sword techniques of Mount Tai, Mount Heng and Mount Hua are right before your eyes!
The images of Master Dingxian of Hengshan, Senior Sister Yihe, the slender long sword, and Taoist Tianmen who was scolding Weng Dazhang flashed through his mind!

Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai~!

After Zhao Rong struck Mo Yun thirty-six times, he suddenly turned left and right, with each sword moving faster than the last.

Hengshan Eighteen Bends blocked three pistols in succession, followed by Qiu Shui's top stand, and used luck to lift up all the weapons around!
Draw a circular arc of light above your head, like on the 15th day of August, and Alliance Leader Zuo is pointing to the moon in the sky!

He broke away from the general trend of Mount Heng, but used his technique of circling the sword to circle the Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai and the Thirty-Six Moves of Mount Ni Moyun, forming a sword move that Mr. Mo Da could not understand!
The eight black-clad men of the Demon Cult became confused in their moves and their offensive power slackened suddenly!

The three skilled fighters who came in had blood on their wrists instantly and screamed in pain!
Mr. Mo Da has never been like this before. He is still in a daze before the battle.

It’s Arong!
A Rong fights against the eight masters of the Demon Cult!

What is that trick?
Mr. Mo Da was in a daze when the young man's voice exploded in his ears:

"Master Hengshan, don't watch the show~!"

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