Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 125 Which incense stick are you burning? (8.212k)
Three screams rang out simultaneously!

Zhao Rong, one of the three experts from the Demon Cult who had just intervened, had cut his wrist and was still in pain. Mr. Mo Da attacked with all his strength, taking advantage of the opportunity and killing two of them instantly.

The thin sword spun around, dodging the third man's short knife and lightly touched his heart.

He quickly drew back his sword, took a deep breath and leapt to stand behind the remaining black-clad men of the Demon Sect.

The other four masters and the good fighter were already trembling with fear. The five of them used ruthless moves, each one attacking the vital points of the man in black in front of them.

However, the black-clothed man's sword was powerful and capable of both offense and defense. The long sword shone coldly and the sword moved quickly, so he was not afraid of a head-on battle.

They were shocked and angry.
The man in black who killed his four companions had great skills and was an amazing swordsman.

It was exactly the same feeling as the siege on the head of Hengshan just now!

Moreover, this person's swordsmanship is different from Mo Da's. His sword skills are fierce and changeable, and his sword moves are even more bizarre and unpredictable.

He is clearly a master of the Five Mountains Sword Sect!

Even when he was besieged by them, he had not yet revealed his own sword skills. For a moment, it was impossible to tell which sect's leader he was.

The masters of the Demon Sect present all traveled across the Central Plains and Qi and Lu, and each of them had dozens of years of experience in the martial arts world.

I was lost in this rainy night, unable to understand the origin of the visitor's swordsmanship.

At this time, Mr. Mo Da jumped behind them, and everyone became more determined to retreat.

The chances of winning against the two leaders of the Five Mountains are too low!

"go!"

One of the masked men shouted hurriedly.

"Want to leave?!"

Zhao Rong snorted coldly, and changed his sword moves again, becoming King Wu's sword-testing posture, with his feet hanging over the river peak.

He stepped side by side, inserted the sword, and slashed it back, then circled the sword into a circle, forming a huge jade well. The sword light was all directed at the vital points, forcing the five people to be unable to move!
This move is actually not coherent, and even out of place.

The truth is that the sword power of Shi Dengda's Yujing Tianchi is too different from that of Zhao Rong. Using this move of Songshan swordsmanship will definitely lock the opponent's Tianchi acupoint. Zhao Rong's Qiu Shui is slightly shorter, and facing multiple fast guns at this moment, he can only aim downwards at the Zhangmen acupoint.

But his skills and understanding were far inferior to those of Stenda. He suddenly changed his tactics and attacked five acupoints with one sword, forcing the five masked men of the Demon Sect to raise their swords to block.

It will be difficult to escape from this fight.

Mr. Mo Da's thin sword coiled around like a spirit snake, and the less skilled fighter was trying to parry Zhao Rong's sword moves, and was immediately injured by Mo Da.

The master and the disciple each displayed their swift sword skills. The skilled fighter who barely managed to defend his vital points was killed by the swift sword after only the third move!
The four Demon Sect masters' expressions changed, and they finally recognized Zhao Rong's sword path.

There was a lot of surprise and doubt!
"Hengshan Sword Technique!"

"How is it possible? How can the Hengshan Sect have two leaders?"

"who are you!"

There was no sound response, only faster sword moves!

The geese are flying in the sky, their wings are blazing, and the geese are flying in circles. The geese of Hengshan Mountain are flying at high speed in the rainy night.
The sword light is getting faster and faster.

The sword lights of the master and disciple have surrounded the four masters.

One sword, seven geese!
Under the light of Kong Ming's lantern, the sword shadows are dazzling!

"Ah~!"

"Ah~!"

After two wailing sounds, there were only two remaining masters of the Demon Cult. They showed fear on their faces, twisted their bodies, and tried to escape even if they were injured.

Zhao Rong gathered the dark cold energy in his palm and slapped it towards the rain curtain!
"Boom~!"

The cold air rolled out, and the two men froze, as if falling into clouds.

Then two sword lights flashed through the clouds and mist, and their eyes were pierced, as if they were blinded, and they could no longer see the light of the Kongming lantern.

"Boom~!"

The strong body fell down, creating a puddle of mud and water.

There was still a faint echo in the ears of the last two masters.

"Master, how is my swordsmanship?"

"Not bad, but you need more practice."

"Oh."

After a faint aftermath, I felt another sword strike in the back, and then the world became completely dark.

The crisis had not been resolved yet, and they were concerned about Guankou Temple, so the master and disciple had no time to chat.

Mr. Mo Da glared at him a few times. Zhao Rong was wearing a face scarf, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

"You are so disrespectful and scared me again."

Mo Da complained in his heart, but when he turned around, his face was full of surprise and amazement, and he felt indescribable pride and satisfaction.

He ran briskly in the direction of Sect Leader Yue.

Zhao Rong held a Kongming lantern and killed the corpses on the ground one by one.

I quickly searched through several bodies but found nothing.

He sighed depressedly and stopped touching it, and hurriedly chased in the direction of Master Mo.

The "clang" sound came from far away.

The situation on Master Yue's side was similar to that of Mr. Mo Da before. There were not only eight masters besieging him, but there were also six masked fighters around him. Now they were each outnumbered by seven.

Mr. Mo Da came to help, and Yue Buqun's pressure was greatly reduced.

After all, those experts of the Demon Cult are far inferior and cannot be considered as substitutes. They cannot cooperate with the masters and achieve a rapport.

Moreover, the men in black were all feeling uneasy.

Mr. Mo Da came to kill them, but those masters of the Demon Sect did not follow.

What does it mean?
Dead! All dead
How is this possible~!

They had long been aware of the strength of the Five Mountains' leaders. Even if Mr. Mo Da was hiding his weaknesses and was more powerful than expected, even if those people were defeated, it would be no problem for a few of them to escape and seek help.

With a huge cloud in his heart, his moves were no longer as decisive as before.

Coupled with having to deal with the two Five Mountains leaders, huge pressure has shifted to them.

At this moment
The sound of trembling footsteps came from the forest.

Another man in black came over, holding a lantern.

Zhao Rong planned to repeat the same trick and get rid of these evil cult masters as quickly as possible.

did not expect.
Before he got close, a big man who had fought with Yue Buqun shouted in alarm: "Which gang are you from?"

Knowing that he couldn't hesitate, he lowered his voice and said something at random: "White Tiger Hall!"

I didn’t expect to guess it right.

The man hurriedly took Yue Buqun's sword and asked:

"Which incense stick are you burning?"

How do I know which incense stick it is?
Zhao Rong simply didn't respond to this sentence. He quickened his pace and rushed towards Mr. Mo Da, shouting again: "Kill!"
It seemed as if because the sound of rain was mixed with the sounds of fighting, he didn't hear what the big man said.

"Which incense stick are you burning?!"

The big man's voice became louder and the alertness in his eyes became more intense.

"Ah~~!"

Before Zhao Rong could reply, a skilled fighter next to the big man was stabbed and fell to the ground.

Sect Leader Yue did not hold back at all. This big man was the leader, and the moment he was distracted, the pressure on the people around him increased greatly. They were already cooperating with the reserve requirement ratio, so how could they withstand Sect Leader Yue's sword moves?

The scream distracted the people around.

When Mr. Mo Da saw Zhao Rong raising the sword, he immediately understood what he meant. He stopped moving and suddenly used the Thirteen Moves of Cloud and Mist.

The fierce move instantly attracted the attention of the seven people around him, forcing them to defend with all their might.

Zhao Rong stabbed Mo Da with a sword and assisted from the side.

The seven men had long been suspicious of what the masked elder brother said, but they lacked some shrewdness and courage, and were trapped in Mr. Mo Da's sword moves.

Zhao Rong was a little slow in thinking and suddenly drew his sword back!

He just stabbed one person in the throat!

The tip of his sword turned towards the second person, but that person was prepared and raised his arm to block it, risking injury to protect his vital points!

"Who the hell are you!" he screamed in pain.

Zhao Rong sneered and spoke very quickly: "I am burning incense at the Fengchan Terrace in Songshan. Who do you say I am?"

The thief of the Demon Cult was extremely fierce. His shoulder was pierced and he was mocked by Zhao Rong. He immediately became fierce. He ignored Mo Da's sword move and raised his single sword to chop Zhao Rong's chest, pretending to die together!
"Go to hell!"

He roared wildly!
Zhao Rong was unmoved, and his hands reacted very quickly.

Swing your right foot to the right, buckle your left foot back, and bend your knees into a left lunge.

Then he turned around, holding the sword in his right hand and turning along with his body, like a vine hanging on the wall, drawing an arc to the left to block the sword in his left hand!
The force of the sword caused the single blade to deflect, nearly injuring his left-hand companion.

The companion on the left hand was so frightened that he staggered and quickly rolled backward to avoid it.

Zhao Rong followed the sword's momentum and turned around, but his lightness skill was even faster and he floated up.

Meteors chase the moon in the sky!
The man turned around hurriedly, only to see a pair of cold eyes, and it was too late to dodge!
With a wailing sound, he stabbed the enemy down!
How could Sect Leader Yue, who was not far away, not see this scene? He immediately opened his eyes slightly and became a little dazed.

"what!"

Another scream was heard, and the man with a single sword ignored Mr. Mo Da's sword moves and died naturally.

Three experts were killed here, and the expressions of the black-clothed men of the Demon Cult changed drastically, and they became busy in formation!
It was already difficult to defeat the two masters, and now there was another master coming. How could he fight?

"go!"

"go!"

"Come on!"

The leading man shouted angrily, glared at Zhao Rong, and was the first to run backwards.

Yue Buqun chased and stabbed two people with his sword, Mr. Mo Da killed another master, and then joined forces with Zhao Rong to kill all seven people!
Sect Leader Yue has already chased after him.

Mr. Mo Da gestured towards the clothes on Zhao Rong and chased after him towards Guankou Temple.

After finishing off all the corpses on the ground, Zhao Rong took off his night clothes and headed towards Erlang Shen holding a Kongming lantern.

Through the rain, you can hear the neighing of horses from far away.

……

Inside the Guankou Temple, the black-clad men of the Demon Cult continued to attack. Although the two factions guarded the temple gate to prevent the Demon Cult from taking full advantage of their numbers, people kept climbing over the wall and jumping in from time to time.

All the disciples from Huashan and Hengshan came forward to meet him.

The Demon Cult originally thought that Ning Zhongze was the only one in the way, but they didn't expect that those disciples were actually so difficult to deal with!

The fighting situation in the courtyard in front of the main hall of Guankou Temple was chaotic. The thieves of the Demon Sect realized something was wrong during the fight. Some disciples' sword moves were fast and slow, and they would always hit you unexpectedly.

This is quite strange.

If I were to hide my incompetence at this critical moment concerning life and death, it would be unlikely.

Could it be that he didn't practice his sword moves well, and suddenly an idea came to him after a few strikes?
The living people guessed this way, but the people who were stabbed to death by the sword knew it very well.
How weird those Hengshan disciples are.

The closer they are to Lao Denuo and Nan Shan, the weaker the Hengshan disciples' sword moves become, and vice versa.

The Demon Cult thieves could not figure out this rule, but how could they not feel that it was easy to attack in that direction?
As the fight went on, more and more masked men in black appeared near the location where Nan Shanshi and Lao Denuo were.

To the extent that Nan Shanshi and Lao Denuo had to fight the enemy back to back.

Their minds were also in a mess and they couldn't understand what was going on.

I always feel like I'm being targeted by the evil cult.

If there hadn't been someone to help fend off the attack, the two of them would have been hacked to death by the cult thieves.

Even so, he had several wounds on his body.

The two of them had been aware of this and thought that the people coming tonight would be a fake Demon Cult, but they didn't expect that they were the real Demon Cult.

The four masters who besieged Ning Zhongze also had a hard time.

First of all, the man who chased out never came back, and secondly, Linghu Chong and Cheng Mingyi were also quite difficult to deal with.

Cheng Mingyi's double-stone sword technique was the best at defense among the four Hengshan sword techniques. When he cooperated with Linghu Chong, it was not enough to assign one expert to deal with the two of them.

The person who was more frightening than the Demon Cult was Linghu Chong.

At this moment, he cooperated with Cheng Mingyi in the temple to force back the masters of the Demon Cult, and also cooperated to kill a man in black.

Linghu Chong glanced at Cheng Mingyi hurriedly and was shocked.

'Another great man.'

Because of the precedent of Zhao Rong, his horizons are always much broader than those of ordinary disciples.

"There are many talented people in the Hengshan School, but each of them hides their incompetence. There must be a reason for this."

"This second brother from Hengshan must be a master as well. I cooperated with him, kept some strength and used more strength. It was the same when I beat the master in black. It shows that he is more skilled than me."

'His swordsmanship is smooth and steady as a rock. His sword moves are fast but seem to be held back. Perhaps it is not difficult for him to fight a master in black alone.'

A wave of enlightenment came over me again.

"This second brother protected my younger sister once, and he protected Shi Daizi once. He is a person who loves his fellow juniors very much. Well, I have to help him keep the secret. I, Linghu Chong, cannot be an ungrateful person."

He looked around as he imagined it.

With the two examples of Zhao Rong and Cheng Mingyi, Linghu Chong's thinking was opened up a lot.

For example, the two suona-playing junior brothers and the two junior sisters of the Hengshan School, when they are occasionally forced into a corner by the Demon Cult, can also use quick moves to kill people.

I guess he is hiding too.

There is another person who is even more difficult to understand, and that is Xiang Danian.

He is usually carefree, but he is actually a very cautious person.

After he killed the cult thieves, he occasionally had some free time and actually leaned over to check whether they were dead.

Linghu Chong thought again:

"Well, it must be the experience they gained from fighting the Demon Cult in Hengzhou Prefecture. I heard that some of the Demon Cult thieves were insidious and cunning, pretending to be dead before suddenly getting up and killing people."

"My disciples from Huashan should also gain more experience."

Suddenly he remembered that his master was fighting against many masters, and he became anxious. The sword moves he used against the evil cult thieves became more fierce.

At this moment, a thunderous sound was suddenly heard outside Guankou Temple!
"withdraw!"

"Get out!"

Miss Ning was overjoyed when she heard this, and all her worries disappeared!
"The tone of this expert's voice is quite embarrassed. The Demon Cult must have lost the duel in the forest!"

"Not only did my senior brother and Senior Brother Mo win, they won big!"

She understood the level of the two leaders, but she had also experienced how difficult these black-clad masters were to deal with. The Demon Cult had calculated the strength of the two factions and came prepared.

It's a bit strange to think about it if you want to win quickly.
"Oh, and there's also Junior-Martial-Nephew Zhao."

Miss Ning then remembered that the black-clad master she had just chased out had not returned, and he must have been killed.

Although I was shocked, I was even happier.

The black-clad men of the Demon Cult surrounding him froze when they heard this. They were confused at first, and then they became panic-stricken in a moment.

Lady Ning knew that she didn't need to hold back, so she immediately put all her strength into her sword and used her own unparalleled sword skill, instantly stabbing a black-clad expert who was fleeing in a hurry.

The man rolled on the ground in pain, covered in mud, and turned around to attack Ning Zhongze with a hidden weapon.

Linghu Chong was about to move forward to finish him off when a man suddenly rushed out from the side and stabbed the black-clad expert through the heart with a single sword strike.

It is the New Year.

Then he dragged the body to the side and kicked it to the edge of the courtyard wall.

"Where are you going~!"

Sect Leader Yue's voice was heard, and the Huashan disciples were cheered up.

Cheng Mingyi, Li Weijin and others heard another old shout and couldn't help but feel relieved.

Although he knew that the old leader would be fine if the young leader took action, none of the evil sect masters tonight were good people, and anything could happen in a life-and-death fight.

The disciples of the two sects chased the demons from inside the temple to outside. The remaining thieves of the evil sect fought and retreated at the same time. Those who mounted their horses ran eastward without caring about the slippery and muddy road.

In a short period of time, the Demon Cult lost half of its men.

More than sixty men in black slept near Guankou Temple, close to the troops of the two flags.

Especially during the final escape, the most people were sleeping on the ground.

Zhao Rong followed the disciples of the two sects in pursuit for half a mile before he joined the group of disciples and returned together.

Inside Guankou Temple.

Master Yue uncovered the black-clad man's face and was examining a corpse. Lu Dayou held up a scattered Kongming lantern to illuminate the scene, and Mr. Mo Da stood by.

These people spoke with the accent of the Central Plains, so Yue Buqun's understanding of this place was naturally better than that of Mr. Mo Da, who had lived in the south for many years.

If we talk about people who are famous in the world, everyone knows them.

If one's fame is a little smaller and one does not move around very often, one's fame can only spread within a small circle.

Yue Buqun looked at the man's face carefully, then looked at the pistols in his left and right hands, and his eyebrows suddenly moved.

"Junior sister, do you remember the leader of the bandits we encountered when we were fighting evil in the Danfeng area? He was using two pistols."

Ning Zhongze said helplessly: "That was six or seven years ago. I have long forgotten what that person looked like."

There was a crackling sound.

Yue Buqun cut open the man's sleeve, and there was a long scar on his arm.

"That's right, it's him," Yue Buqun asserted, "Danfeng Twin Spears Zhao Yu."

"This scar is from me."

Ning Zhongze immediately recalled, "I heard that this person entered the Central Plains, joined the Tianhe Gang, and became a top leader in the gang."

"Are all the people here tonight from the Tianhe Gang?"

Mr. Mo Da frowned slightly when he heard this: "That's really troublesome."

"The leader of the Tianhe Gang, Silver-bearded Jiao Huang Boliu, is a senior figure in the Central Plains martial arts world, but the gang rules are lax, and the gang members are of mixed quality, and there are many crimes committed by them."

"They don't have a great reputation, but their power is enormous. They have tens of thousands of followers and many skilled fighters, and they are spread across Shandong, Henan, and Hubei."

Zhao Rong reminded from the side: "It's not just the Tianhe Gang. According to what that guy said, there should be people from the White Tiger Hall tonight."

"Yes," Mr. Mo Da nodded, "This is not surprising. Huang Boliu has joined Blackwood Cliff and is the largest force on the edge of Blackwood Cliff."

Yue Buqun said: "There have always been rumors in the Central Plains that Gang Leader Huang disappears for a while during the Dragon Boat Festival."

"No visitors would come at that time."

How could everyone not know that the Dragon Boat Festival was the day when demons would run wild in Heimu Cliff.

Those who have made contributions will receive the antidote to the Three Corpses Brain Pill.

"Last time, Fenglei Hall suffered a great loss in Hengzhou, Yang Lianting will certainly be more powerful."

Zhao Rong thought of Sun Zhenda again.

"The Songshan Sect provoked trouble at Blackwood Cliff, causing Yang Lianting to send people to attack the heartland of the Central Plains. This time the incident is even bigger. The Songshan Sect secretly provoked the fire, so it is normal for the Demon Sect Tianhe Gang to come over."

But this makes the matter of Xiaoyaojin a tricky one.

"Uncle Master, how many chairs are there in the Tianhe Gang?"

Hearing Zhao Rong's question, Sect Leader Yue looked at him, but did not speak at the first time. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds as he thought of what happened in the forest.

Fortunately, Ning Zhongze touched him gently, so Master Yue did not lose his composure.

"They are the largest gang in the Central Plains, a gang of 10,000 people, with 50 chairs."

"The gang leader Huang Boliu is also a master."

Zhao Rong was also surprised: "There are so many masters."

Linghu Chong laughed and said, "If all the masters tonight were from the Tianhe Gang, then Gang Leader Huang would be very distressed."

"That's true."

When Sect Leader Yue heard them talking, he should have been amazed at the prosperity of the Tianhe Gang.

But when I saw the young boy's face under the light, I seemed to feel that such prosperity was nothing surprising.

The real wonder is right before our eyes.

The wounded Laudeno had his wounds bandaged by Gao Genming and was standing beside the wounded Nam Seonshi.

Sect Leader Yue looked at his disciples. Although some of them were injured, none of them were killed.

Just now, I heard my daughter thank the second disciple of Hengshan for protecting her, and I felt a little touched.

If the Huashan sect were asked to face the crisis tonight, it would be unimaginable.

Zuo Lengchan is full of ambition and is trying to stir up trouble between good and evil. Now the martial arts world is in turmoil and chaos is imminent, and the Huashan Sect is also in a precarious situation.

Thinking of how a certain young man was respectful and polite to him, and also thinking of some of the private words his junior sister had said to him, a trace of kindness surprisingly sprouted in his heart.

……

"Three of you, go outside and check if there are any survivors," Zhao Rong glanced at the bodies in the temple and said, "It's already a disturbance to stay in the temple, don't let these people offend the True Lord again."

"Drag him out now."

Xiang Danian and others began to move the bodies, and then searched outside with Kongming lanterns, each of them moving very skillfully.

The Huashan disciples did not find it strange.

I'm just a little curious as to why the Hengshan disciples are so enthusiastic when doing such dirty and tiring work.

Even Senior Brother Zhao was moving corpses back and forth.

This made the Huashan disciples feel warm in their hearts and even embarrassed.

They had not put as much effort into dealing with the Demon Cult as the Hengshan disciples, and suffered more injuries, and they were all exhausted.

However, the senior brothers and sisters from Hengshan sympathized with them and took on all the heavy work.

He only asked them to light a new fire in the temple.

Not long after, Lu Dayou saw that Senior Brother Zhao, who was moving the corpse outside, was pushed into the temple by two Hengshan disciples, who shouted, "Senior Brother, go and rest."

Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze and Mr. Mo Da sat by the fire, meditating and regulating their breathing, ignoring other matters.

When Zhao Rong walked into the temple, Lu Dayou asked him for the gourd and filled it with some hot water.

Yue Lingshan sat next to Linghu Chong and asked curiously:
"Brother Zhao, that expert went out to chase you. We were so worried about you. How did you deal with him?"

When Nan Shanshi and Lao Denuo heard this, they were no longer sleepy.

Zhao Rong said: "I am good at climbing trees. When I heard someone chasing me, I climbed up a big tree and went straight to the top."

"That man may be strong in arms, but his brain is not very useful."

"When he reached a place with dense branches and leaves, I suddenly turned around and fought with him. His whip was stuck in the branches and I forced it to the end of the branch with my sword."

"I cut off the branches with my sword, and he fell from the tree which was nearly five meters high. I then chased him down the tree and killed him."

Yue Lingshan showed admiration and said to Linghu Chong, "Big Brother, look at how smart Senior Brother Zhao is."

"Why don't you use a method to deal with those black-clad masters?"

Linghu Chong said casually, "All my ideas are crooked. I can't think of such a good idea."

"That's not true," Zhao Rong said with a smile, "Brother Linghu must be worried about Junior Sister Lingshan's safety, otherwise he would have gone out with me to fight that black-clothed expert."

"We are two against one. We are two cobblers who are stronger than him. Why would we need to use tricks on trees?"

The disciples around couldn't help but laugh, sweeping away some of the gloom of the evil sect's attack.

Yue Lingshan smiled and pushed Linghu Chong, "Big Brother, look at how good Senior Brother Zhao is at talking."

Linghu Chong also laughed, but his laughter was different from those around him.

"Junior Brother Zhao is invincible. Even if the Guankou Temple wall is twice as high, he can still jump over it."

"That demon sect master thought he had gained a great advantage, but he was asking for trouble. Why was he chasing after the King of Hell? He was not on guard, so he was probably going to be stabbed to death by Junior Brother Zhao."

He was a smart man and guessed why the two masters were able to kill so many masters so quickly.

The two looked at each other across the campfire and understood each other.

Linghu Chong pointed at his wine gourd, meaning "You still owe me a drink."

What a drunkard.

Zhao Rong smiled, closed his eyes, and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Nan Shanshi and Lao Denuo couldn't help but get impatient when they heard them talking nonsense and they were injured.

Not long after, the Hengshan disciples outside returned to Guankou Temple holding lanterns with different moods.

The rain had stopped long ago, and there were still nearly two hours before dawn, so they slept in the temple for a while.

The next morning, he paid his respects to Erlang Zhenjun and set off again.

The evil cult thieves are still sleeping in the mountains and have become part of the mountains.

After traveling around the world, you will eventually find your way home.

Shen Bo and Chai Jinshi couldn't help it, so they took out their suona and played a short piece, happily sending those wandering ghosts away.

Not only the Huashan disciples, but even Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun's eyelids were twitching.

Then I heard Mr. Mo Da scolding, "What are you blowing? You've attracted the Demon Sect's masters here. You'll have to blow another one to send me off later."

Shen Bo and Chai Jinshi then put away their weapons with an apologetic look on their faces.

"Brother Xiang, how was the battle last night?"

Zhao Rong found an opportunity and asked Da Nian beside Ling Zhaoheng.

Xiang Danian remained mysterious, shook his head, and said nothing, "Brother, now is not the time to check the results."

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

Along the way, they talked about the moves of the black-clad men of the evil cult last night.

Talk about the dangers in the fight.

Huashan disciples also joined in, talking about how they used Huashan swordsmanship to fight the enemy, and which moves had suffered losses.

Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Yue would give some pointers from time to time.

Lady Ning watched the scene with a smile.

Laudno was full of worries.

Morning mist floats over the distant mountains, yellow flowers are covered with morning dew, morning clouds fly up to the sky, the bright sunshine shines on the wet clothes and shoes, and the muddy mountain paths open up before our eyes.

After walking for another ten miles, we finally got down the mountain road.

After passing through the golden fields and a section of ridge, the two groups of people finally learned from the farmers that they had taken a small path.

In the field, a child with pigtails was very brave. He held a piece of dry grass in his hand and led a skinny yellow puppy, running in front of them and leading them to the road.

A village can be seen not far away, with a little smoke rising from the chimneys.

The roads and paths are interconnected and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard.

Everyone was filled with emotion, saying it was hard to imagine that after the bloodbath last night, they could reach such a peaceful place today.

"Master, do you want to rest here for a day and change into dry clothes?" asked Lao Denuo.

Yue Buqun shook his head and said, "Let's go to the town, so as not to attract the Demon Cult and cause trouble to the villagers here."

The child with a tanned face hugged his dog, stood on the road, and pointed to the east. "Daddy will take me to the market from here. We will leave in the morning and eat delicious sugar cakes in the town at noon."

Zhao Rong smiled and dismounted from his horse at the back of the team.

He reached out to Da Nian again and generously took out some silver coins from his junior fellow apprentice.

At this time, his wallet was very bulging.

Zhao Rong thanked him and walked a few steps towards the child, thinking that maybe he looked friendly and the child would not be afraid of him.

"Thanks for the directions."

"Hide this and give it to your father. You can exchange it for sugar cookies."

The child let the dog go and ran away happily.

Mr. Mo Da, Sect Leader Yue, and Ning Zhongze turned around and saw this scene.

Ning Zhongze smiled and said, "Master Mo taught you well."

"No," Mo Da shook his head, "It's my nature."

Sect Leader Yue thought to himself, "You are a righteous man, so you can practice Yangwu Sword Technique directly."

The three men rode their horses forward.

Yue Lingshan looked at Linghu Chong who was standing beside her. Linghu Chong understood what she meant and shook his empty sleeves. Yue Lingshan couldn't help laughing.

They rode their horses and arrived at Qingshui Town along the main road in about an hour.

This place is much more normal than the town we passed by before.

The sight is filled with the smell of fireworks.

There were people hawking goods on the street, bearers carrying sedan chairs, and farmers wearing straw hats, short coats and hemp shoes, pushing wheelbarrows with bags of grain tied to the carts.

Occasionally, you can hear the mooing of a cow, and a man with a green scarf wrapped around his head and leggings is pulling a ox cart.

"Make way, make way."

The two runners who shouted were wearing rush shoes and had the hems of their long robes pulled up and tucked into their waists. They held water and fire sticks in their hands.

The prisoners around them were shackled and walking barefoot.

After taking a look along the way, both the Huashan and Hengshan sects felt much more at ease.

"Let's stay here tonight and find a hotel to stay while we change our clothes. Brother Mo, what do you think?" asked Sect Leader Yue.

Mr. Mo Da nodded, "That's great."

"Let's find out the news about the other three factions."

Ning Zhongze frowned and said, "I'm afraid Taoist Tianmen and Master Dingxian are not having an easy time either."

"Yes."

"I hope they are safe."

How could the three of them not understand that the troops that came to attack Huashan and Hengshan were carefully calculated in terms of manpower.

If nothing unexpected happens, there is a high probability that we can take them down.

But there are obvious risks in sending people like this.

If the Demon Cult had not arrived in a hurry, then they would have divided their forces.

The Hengshan and Taishan sects will naturally be targeted by the evil cult.

There are no top-notch masters at Erlang Temple, so I wonder if the masters of the Demon Sect are waiting for Shaolin, Wudang and Songshan School.

If masters from both sides were to die in battle, it would probably cause even greater turmoil in the martial arts world.

Now that the arrow is on the string, there is no way to retreat.

……

In an abandoned courtyard on the southwest edge of Luzhou.

A group of big men in black were drinking alone. They had fled here in a panic from Erlang Temple last night and had not slept a wink all night.

"Brother, things are messed up, what should I do?"

"How can I explain this to the gang leader?"

The fierce man with a scar on his eyebrow asked, "Where are those people from the White Tiger Hall?"

"All those masters from the White Tiger Hall Shouchun branch are dead! Damn it, is Mo Da really that powerful?!"

"Donkey brain."

The fierce man cursed, "No matter how hard Mo Da tries to hide his abilities, it's impossible for him to kill all eight of them."

"It's all the last man in black."

"It must be the Songshan Taibao, damn it!"

"He was wearing a nightgown, and the people from the White Tiger Hall were fooled. We lost so many people. We must hold the Songshan Sect responsible for this!"

Another person sneered and said, "The chief steward has already issued an order. If the people from Wudang, Shaolin, and Songshan Sect dare to come to Xiaoyaojin, they will be destroyed."

"You stinky Taoist priest, you big monk, do you really think you are the overlord of the martial arts world? I don't accept that."

A man with a horse-like face waved his hand:
"Don't worry about Xiaoyaojin for now. The Hengshan and Huashan sects are still heading towards Luzhou. We are not strong enough with our two sect leaders, one is Ning Zhongze, and the other is the damned sinister Taibao!"

Upon hearing this, the fierce man took a big gulp of wine and then smashed the wine jar with a "clang".

"Destroy both factions and kill Taibao!"

"Call someone! Call someone!"

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