Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 129: The Road to Hell (8.248k)
The moon is dim, the stars are sparse, and the autumn wind is blowing, chilling the entire city lanes.

The withered chrysanthemums are in bloom beside the sparse hedge, and the withered tung leaves fall into the cold well.

"Tick."

"Tick."

The wind diverted the trickling blood, causing it to linger in the air for a moment longer, but it still fell to the ground.

No matter how tightly he covered his neck with his hands, even to the point of suffocating himself, he could not stop his life from slipping away.

The black-clad men of the Demon Cult fell down one after another on the long street with unwilling looks in their eyes.

Zhao Rong ignored them and quickly hid in a house on the street.

After making sure there was no movement around him, he sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing and energy to stay in the best condition.

A cup of tea will wake you up.

In the area west of Sanshipu, apart from the buzzing of large poisonous bees, no other noise can be heard.

He raised his sword and lifted the straw curtain beside the window, staring for a moment. There was no movement from the corpse on the street, so it seemed that no one was pretending to be dead.

There was a huge hornet perched on the door, perhaps it was tired of flying.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and flicked it gently with the sword.

"Buzz."

The tiger bee was startled and flew away, flapping its wings angrily in the air, and went to look for the men in black who were smelling of wine and flowers.

Listen carefully to the shouts and screams in the town to determine the direction.

When the clouds covered the moon, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and jumped onto the roof, moving carefully at a high altitude under the cover of night.

Walking through three streets, two narrow and one wide, I saw many corpses in black. It was hard to tell them apart even when they were alive, let alone which side they belonged to after they died.

Listening to the noise not far away, he climbed up an old willow tree and squatted next to the turtledove's nest.

Zhao Rong's gaze passed through the bare willow branches and focused on the center of Sanshipu.

In several courtyards, the sound of weapons colliding could be heard one after another.

A man in black chased two other men in black onto the roof.

"Kakaka~"

The roof tiles shattered and a man in black was heard wailing as he was stabbed in the chest by a sword from someone who had caught up with him.

"boom!"

The companion of the man in black who was stabbed to death lifted up a large piece of roof tile along with the roof frame.

However, the man who was chasing was extremely fierce.

He split the wooden frame with a sword and rushed through the rubble.

He used the sword continuously for less than thirty moves, and he had gained the upper hand. He shook off the long sword and hit the opponent's chest with one palm, seriously injuring him.

He drew his sword again and killed the second man!
After killing the man, the black-clad master kicked the sword off the roof with one foot.

A "whoosh" sound!
Zhao Rong flew up, and the sword flew past the dove's nest and disappeared into the darkness.

He dodged the flying sword and moved on the willow branches near the top of the old willow tree. He stepped on a stretched-out branch and slowly walked outward.

The willow branches became more and more bent, swaying left and right with the autumn wind, but his body remained extremely steady.

If Zhao Rong had stayed in a quiet place and kept his breath, this person would have had a hard time noticing him.

But he came all the way from the west of the town, so he was bound to make some noise.

Even if the movements are subtle, they cannot escape the eyes and ears of an expert.

Han Tianpeng had just killed two black-clad masters of the Demon Cult. Looking at the movements of the black-clad man on the willow branch, he suddenly became alert.

I know that he will be better than the two just now.

However, apart from Mo Da and Yue Buqun, there was no one among these thirty shops that Han Taibao was afraid of.

Even if they met the leaders of two factions, it was a dark and windy night. Even if their skills were not as good as before, it was hard to say who would kill whom.

In the Central Plains, Han Taibao probably fought with the enemy more times than the leaders of the two factions.

There was an even more ferocious and ruthless force in his hands.

Tonight a bunch of poisonous bees ruined everything. Sanshipu was in chaos and many members of the Songshan sect suffered losses. He had already killed several members of the demon sect to vent his anger.

Listening to the sounds of chopping and killing in the courtyard behind him, Han Tianpeng just looked at the figure on the top of the willow tree but did not speak.

"Looking at his figure, he doesn't look like the leader of either sect."

'Um? ! '

His brows suddenly frowned, and just as the man in black on the willow tree fell onto the roof below, he felt that the man's movements were quite familiar.

'It seems to be the man at the city gate?'

Poisonous bees, and those jars of wine!
Even though he was not sure, Han Tianpeng became furious.

The chaos tonight was caused by that person.

Just as he was distracted, his eyes followed the black-clad figure opposite him, and after a few jumps, they arrived at the blurry beast on the ridge of the roof next door.

The hair of both of them fluttered in the autumn wind, but their sharp eyes were firm and fixed on each other.

Han Tianpeng swung his sword several times and killed several poisonous bees that came to his side.

He took a closer look.

Those big poisonous tiger bees only stared at him but did not bother the person opposite.

Immediately, two flames of anger appeared in his eyes.

"It's really you."

"I've been looking for you everywhere, and now you have the guts to come to me."

His words made Zhao Rong slightly stunned.

Hmm? Did you recognize it?

Judging from the opponent's moves, Zhao Rong basically determined that this person was the Taibao of Songshan.

So the words “It’s you, indeed” really shocked me.

Then he said:

"The poisonous bees of Baiyaomen are indeed powerful. Tell me your secret method of raising and controlling bees, and I will spare your life today."

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing when he heard his tricks.

"What qualifications do you have to say to me 'save your life'?"

When Han Tianpeng heard this, the other party admitted his identity and made sarcastic remarks.

Thinking that the plan arranged by Senior Brother Zuo before Luzhou City was ruined by this person, he immediately became angry.

But when he was about to risk his life, he calmed down in an instant, instinctively suppressed all emotions, and only thought of the word "kill".

"The Baiyao Sect is good at poisoning with light skills. Even if their leaders are only concerned with their skills, they are not necessarily better than me in frontal combat."

"This man's sword must be poisoned. We cannot exchange injuries for injuries."

"The wind is blowing from the west now, so I should stand on the upwind side of the west to prevent him from spreading the poison."

'He has been hiding for a long time. Seeing me fighting several people in a row, I should show weakness to the enemy and lure him to advance.'

"Use sword moves to lock him up. Even if we cannot kill him for the time being, we will not let him escape by performing Qinggong. When Bu Chen leads his men to kill the people in the courtyard, only two or three people are needed. This man will die, and I can explain to Senior Brother Zuo."

"..."

Just as he had envisioned the outline of killing the enemy in his mind, the moonlight suddenly dimmed, and the man in black opposite him stepped on the beast's mouth and rushed forward!

The long sword was hidden in the night, appearing and disappearing, and the blade's light was hard to find.

It was exactly the same sword-drawing technique used by the charcoal transporter.

Han Tianpeng was very knowledgeable. He aimed the man in front of him at Baiyaomen. As soon as he drew his sword, he was 100% sure of his opponent's strength.

'You're welcome,'

'The monkey won't climb the pole. Hit the gong twice more. I'm going to trick you first.'

His eyes flashed, and although he was trying to deceive, his hands were not careless at all.

The first move is the Spring Shock of the Black Turtle in the Inner Eight Sword Techniques, the so-called Spring Shock at the Eastern Slope and the Black Turtle Rejecting the Sword.

This is a strict defensive sword path.

It is completely different from the Wudang Tai Chi Liang Yi and Hengshan Sword Circle.

Looking eastward, the spring shock appears and the dragon rides on the yang energy. It has both Taoist rituals and Feng Shui in mind, using shock to represent strength, power and yang.

The sword moves with luck, shaking the sword with powerful force.

Moreover, the deeper the internal strength, the stronger the shock force. At first, the enemy will not feel it, but suddenly the Qi will flow through the acupoints, and the shock force will rush out, immediately making the opponent's sword moves scattered and revealing flaws.

Han Tianpeng used this move to defend, which was not only strict but also contained murderous intent.

His swordsmanship is sophisticated and powerful, and it is extremely difficult to find any flaws in his swordsmanship.

Immediately, the two men exchanged swords and fought each other.

If people in the distance looked over here, they would definitely see the sword lights flickering and looking extremely dangerous.

Han Tianpeng concentrated on using the sword and watching the night sky, but he didn't know that the person in front of him had a wonderful light in his eyes after seeing his sword skills.

"Stab~!"

The two sides fought until the 28th move. Han Tianpeng's head tilted and a shallow wound appeared on his shoulder.

His eyes froze, and he was in a trance for a moment.

At this time, I didn't have time to think about whether I was poisoned.
"This is this!"

Even if the opponent's sword had been twice as powerful, it would not have been possible to break his sword. His thoughts were in a mess, and an incredible feeling suddenly arose in his heart!
This person's sword moves.
The eternal human dragon?

"Hey~!"

Han Tianpeng shouted loudly and could no longer lure her.

With Yang holding the sword in his hand, he blocked the sword of Qiangu Renlong with the Cloud Sword. The opponent changed his moves again, superimposed the sword body, and carried his sword to the side and floated in the air. The tip of the sword suddenly floated and pierced the heart!

Han Taibao was surprised again!
This is the green and blue!

"How could the people from Baiyaomen possibly learn my Songshan swordsmanship!"

"No, they are definitely not from Baiyaomen!"

He was shocked. The opponent was clearly using a three-foot sword. How could he have practiced the Songshan sword technique so smoothly?

The entire Songshan School.
Only Senior Brother Zuo has this master-level skill.

With this thought in mind, I had already tried my best.

Han Taibao tapped the ground with his toes, turned around, stepped back and drew his sword.

He lifted up the long sword that was only two inches away from his chest, only to see that the opponent's sword speed suddenly increased, piercing his sword path instead, and the jade belt hung on the side, forming a jade well and a sky pool!

That's right,
You won’t be wrong this time!
Han Taibao knew exactly how to respond to his own sword moves.

He bent his elbow and swung the sword to the left, tapped his feet continuously, and swung it to the right with great force. The arc of light was like a round mirror. He flipped over and over, rose up like a cloud, jumped and swung the sword to look at the moon!
“Ding ding ding~!”

Several consecutive sounds broke the Yujing Tianchi!
Han Tianpeng's move is Jade Mirror Rising Clouds!

The so-called bright ice plate is a hundred circles, and the Guanghan Palace can be vaguely seen. The spring mountains are as clear as a mirror in the floating green light.

This move is the essence of the Eight Route Techniques of Songshan.

Seeing that the sword moves of the strange man in black were broken and his sword moves were in disarray, Han Taibao was not willing to let go of this opportunity.

"Since you like to use my Songshan sword technique so much, I will let you die under the Songshan sword technique!"

Han Taibao used his sword skills to the limit.

Sword lights rose up like clouds, one sword followed the next, layer upon layer, with momentum accumulating. Between the rolling clouds, they had reached the top of Songyang Mountain, and all they saw was fierce and solemn.

It is the follow-up move of Yu Jing Qi Yun after Collapse Sword Wang Yue, Po Yun Fei Mirror~!

The person in front of me is like a mirror. When the sword pierces through the clouds, the mirror will shatter!
Although Han Taibao ranks low, he has practiced this sword technique for more than 40 years. Who dares to look down on him?
Suddenly saw
The man in black changed his hands while retreating, and the sword's momentum suddenly became faster. He actually used the extremely fast sword speed to block the killing move!
This was like a magic trick, and Han Taibao thought of Mr. Mo Da in just a moment.

But this clearly doesn't look like Mo Da.

Realizing that he had not yet forced out the other party's true identity, Han Tianpeng had lost his previous composure. He was now anxious and wanted to use all his internal strength.

Under the power of his Great Songyang Palm, all demons and monsters will reveal themselves.

Han Taibao's swordsmanship was truly extraordinary. Zhao Rong wanted to learn from him. Even though his move was broken just now, which was particularly thrilling, he still wanted to learn a few more swordsmanship techniques to broaden his horizons.

After all, Stenda's swordsmanship was really immature in front of this bodyguard.

But the opponent took advantage of the situation by dismantling the sword left and right, and took steps to pretend to retreat but actually to advance.

I had already guessed what Taibao was thinking.

"You don't use your sword, but come to die."

"Okay, for the sake of your sword skills, I will send you on your way."

His left hand followed the momentum of Taibao's sword and pierced through the roof tile with a bang.

The two men pressed their swords against each other.

Han Tianpeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he gathered his true energy in his left hand instantly.

Five streams of hot air flowing down along the meridians gathered from the fingertips to the palm of his hand. He curled his palm slightly, and a surge of fierce yang energy rose up, and his palm felt like a branding iron.

Zhao Rong missed the great power of Songyang Palm very much.

He flipped his right hand, there was a shadow, and a strong palm wind fluttered up his sleeves.

When the two men put their palms together, a gust of wind suddenly exploded, the autumn wind whimpered, and the roof tiles under their feet were shaken into pieces!

"Let me see which force is secretly eyeing my Songshan Sect!"

Han Tianpeng was convinced that the opponent's Songshan swordsmanship was so proficient that it must have been learned in more than just a day or two.

We must dig out the other party's roots!

With this palm strike, he exerted all his strength to carefully feel the characteristics of the other party's true energy.

just,

As soon as the internal force was connected, Han Tianpeng felt a huge pressure!
"Such a profound inner strength,"

"He is indeed not an ordinary person,"

He tried his best to maintain his energy, but suddenly his expression changed drastically!
He looked at the man in black in front of him as if he had seen a ghost!

This this.!!
The cold air that rushed into Quchi and Shousanli along the Yangxi acupoint seemed so familiar, it was clearly the icy true qi!
The Dasongyang hand was penetrated by the powerful internal energy with a chilling force, and Han Tianpeng's teeth suddenly chattered.

But the coldness on my body is far less than the chillness in my heart.

"Frost cold icy true qi!"

"How can you do this?"

"Who the hell are you?!"

His voice of questioning could not be raised even if he wanted to.

"who am I?"

The two of them looked at each other, and Zhao Rong snorted, "Of course I am the Left Leader of the Five Mountains."

"You have to call me Brother Zuo."

"you!!"

Han Taibao was so angry that he wanted to eat someone. He tried to raise his sword with his right hand, but he couldn't use any strength at all.

He used all his strength but still couldn't withdraw his palm. Only then did he feel the gap.

When did our Songshan Sect encounter such a powerful enemy?
This palm power is so similar to that of Senior Brother Zuo. He also uses the Songshan sword technique and has powerful internal strength. If this person is not eliminated, it will be a great threat to Songshan!

Unfortunately, he was already powerless.

When Gao Kexin fought against Zhao Rong, he was still able to fight even when he was injured.

But now, the two elders Baiyao encountered Zhao Rong's palm power, and they had to work together to escape.

Han Tianpeng was alone. From that moment on, he had already fallen into the quagmire. Without help from others, he would only sink deeper and deeper.

quickly,

The cold air rushed into Han Taibao's Tianchi acupoint.
His whole body of true energy stagnated, and his remaining strength was about to be cut off!

At this time, the moon appeared from the clouds again.

Han Tianpeng saw the figure and features of the person in front of him more clearly, especially his eyes, and a strong sense of familiarity came over him.

Looking at the hands of the person in front of him, they were surprisingly slender and delicate, not like those of an elderly warrior at all.

Clearly a young man.
When the opponent used a quick sword move with a change of hands, he thought of Mo Da, but it was clearly not Mo Da.

As if being forced to calm down by the cold air,

Han Tianpeng's brain power reached its limit at the last moment of his life, and he suddenly remembered the Hengshan boy he had monitored on Shengguan Peak!
His pupils suddenly dilated, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets!

An expression of disbelief, like the chaotic clouds at the top of a mountain, kept surging in his eyes.

At that time, he went to spy on the orders of Senior Brother Zuo, and he always felt that it was an exaggeration.

now
I feel infinite regret in my heart!

How can it be!

how can that be!

He was filled with remorse and anger.
"you you."

His teeth chattered violently as he shouted viciously, "Senior Brother Zuo Zuo, I should kill you on Shengguan Peak!"

"You deserve to be killed! You deserve to be killed!"

Han Tianpeng wanted to shout loudly, but he was too weak.

The brutality at this moment did not move Zhao Rong in the slightest.

"Master Zuo was still persuading me to practice when he came down the mountain, how could he kill me?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and whispered, "The Five Mountains are of the same blood. Uncle Master, please don't say anything that would hurt the harmony."

"you!"

Han Tianpeng was so angry that he vomited blood and couldn't even muster up the strength to hold on.

All the remaining internal energy in his body was sealed.

The power of the Songyang palm in his hand also died down.

But when he saw the young man in front of him, his eyes darkened.

"Plant thorns and you will get thorns; plant peaches and plums and you will get shade. Master Taibao, you deserve this disaster."

"If you want to kill me, then die!!"

…………

The White-haired Immortal cooperated with a group of underworld figures from Mount Song to kill more than twenty black-clad men from the Demon Cult, but they also suffered heavy losses.

These evil cult men in black were extremely ferocious. If they were not familiar with the environment of Sanshipu, there would probably be more casualties.

Han Taibao was naturally not worried as he chased the two masters out.

Han Taibao has been through hundreds of battles, and it would be difficult for him to be fatally threatened if there were not four or five masters like him.

Later, the sound of swords clashing was heard, and now it has stopped.

It seems that all the people have been killed.

Bu Chen raised his white eyebrows, looked around, and heard the annoying "buzzing" sound again.

I am unlucky tonight and should not fight again.

As for the Hengshan and Huashan sects, they just need to wait for someone to pass on the news, but the situation is probably not much better.

It would be best if they all died.

He smiled sinisterly, and seeing that Han Taibao had not come down yet, he jumped onto the roof.

The white-headed immortal then jumped up, looked to the west, and in less than two seconds, jumped down from the roof again.

however,
His face had turned pale.
There was only fear and shock in his eyes!
"go!"

"Come on!"

The dozen or so Songshan gangsters gathered around were all unable to react.

The white-haired immortal's low voice rang in my ears again, "Han Taibao is dead!"

"go!"

"what?!"

"Come on!"

Just as he jumped onto the roof, he saw a man in black stabbing Han Tianpeng with a sword in the night.

In such a crisis, even with Ether's ability, he didn't even shout for help.

This shows that he didn't even have the ability to call for help.

Thinking of this, even though the White-haired Immortal was quite capable and had other experts by his side, he no longer had the idea of ​​gathering people to counterattack.

When we say “go”, we actually mean “escape”!
A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him, and Bu Chen does not want to keep thirty shops anymore.

As soon as Han Taibao died, Bu Chen became the commander.

Everyone followed orders in a panic.
Immediately, the sound of "gugugugu" was heard all around, and people no longer hid, but ran towards the east of Sanshipu.

Some of the large poisonous tiger bees that were still in the city came buzzing over.

The hidden evil sect, the hidden black-clad men in Songshan,

Popping up one after another!
In the darkness, everyone was wearing black clothes and masks, running around the city. It was complete chaos.

It is common for people to kill and injure their own people.

In an instant, from the center of Sanshipu to the east gate, blood splattered everywhere and men in black fell down continuously.

Li Cheng, the leader of the White Flag who came from Xiaoyaojin, had a horrified look on his face and was also one of those who fled towards the east of the city.

In his hand, he was holding a bleeding human head.

It was the head of Tao Luwang, the deputy incense master of the Five Incense Sticks Temple at Xiaoyaojin.

It was the head of Hengshan.
Mr. Mo Da from Xiaoxiang Night Rain!

The deputy incense master is dead!

That old guy was like a murderous devil in this dark night. Nearly twenty people in Baiqi were killed, even Tao Luwang died!
Now, apart from him, there are only four people around, and the rest of the survivors have also scattered.

Tao Luwang’s body could not be taken away, so their head could only be cut off and sent to Xiaoyaojin.

When the time comes, burying our heads in the grave will be a reward for our friendship.

It was hard to imagine before.

Fifty riders galloped to Sanshipu, but this was the outcome!

Baiyaomen and the Xia brothers had so many tricks up their sleeves, how did they fail?
Poisonous bees and black-clad masters everywhere, what's going on?

Finally, he saw the east gate of Sanshipu!

There is always a way out,

There are five or six horses on the roadside!

Exactly!

"Hurry up and mount!"

Li Cheng shouted, and the four black-clad men from the surrounding Demon Sect all mounted their horses.

"Ahhhh~!"

Then there were four screams, and four or five people jumped out from the bushes by the roadside. Each of them stabbed the defenseless man in black on horseback to death with a sword.

Leader Li was very clever. He threw Tao Luwang's head as if it were a hidden weapon, then jumped off his horse and escaped.

But the second disaster is coming immediately!

Seven or eight more men in black jumped out from the city wall and attacked together.

Li Cheng took out the double hooks from his back and with just one move, he was almost dead.

These seven or eight men all used fast swords, and each sword was faster than the last.

One person alone can compete with him.

At this time, swords came from all directions, like a violent storm, pouring down!

With a muffled groan, he was stabbed into a hole before he could use the second move of his double hooks.

The men in black quickly dragged the bodies into the bushes, and there were already more than a dozen bodies in the room.

The horse was led back to the side of the road, waiting for the next group of men in black.

A few moments,

Led by the White-haired Immortal, nearly twenty people from the Songshan Sect rushed out from the East City.

He also saw the horses on the side of the road.

The White-haired Immortal was indeed a master. When he smelled blood, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"You can't ride that horse!"

He shouted and ran to the other side of the horse, galloping southeast.

"kill!"

Someone shouted coldly in the darkness, and a group of black-clad swordsmen rushed out!
After a fight, only seven or eight of the Songshan gangsters were left behind. The others had lost their courage and fled into the dense weeds without even turning back.

The white-haired immortal identified a direction and his luck rushed forward.

The sticky grass brushed his face like whips.

Bu Chen felt very dizzy.

Even after being whipped again and again, he was unable to wake up.

who?

Who were those people outside the city just now?

It was obvious that we arrived at Sanshipu first, and we had made good arrangements, ready to catch both the snipe and the clams in one net.

Now looking back, it seems like the money went into someone else's pocket?

The mood of the White-haired Immortal is hard to describe.

I have been involved in conspiracies for most of my life, but this is the first time I have fallen into such a big pit.

There were weeds everywhere, and the clouds in the sky had become lighter.

A layer of clear light shines on the earth,
But Bu Chen could not feel the slightest bit of brightness.
The west wind is strong, the Polygonum flowers are in bloom. The smoke is getting colder, the rain has just stopped, the bleak scenery is really depressing.
Han Taibao is dead, and only these few people are left. How can they explain to Alliance Leader Zuo about such an embarrassing situation?

Full of sorrow, he headed southeast.

……

South of Sanshipu City, there was another round of fighting.

The black-clad swordsmen guarding the city gate rushed out from all directions. Each of these more than 30 black-clad swordsmen was a fresh force, and they took the initiative from the dark, blocking the more than 20 people who rushed out.

At first sight, he ambushed and killed six or seven cult thieves.

The masters of Tianhe Gang and Baihu Hall hiding in it did not dare to fight, as there were still several tough opponents in the town.

The tenth in command of the Tianhe Gang, the current leader Zhang Huaizhi, along with the sixteenth and twenty-seventh in command, all died at the hands of Yue Buqun, the leader of Huashan.

Near the center of Sanshipu, they met a powerful Songshan Taibao.

It is most likely the person from Guankou Temple.

Just now, several believers who were so angry that they didn't want to lose their lives turned around and fought back, but now they are silent.

If you don't leave now, no one will be able to leave.

After all, there are still many people with discerning eyes.

Most of the cult thieves who rushed to the south of Sanshipu were charging into the enemy camp, using the corpses of their companions. Several masters joined forces and tried to fight their way out!
But several masters also rushed out from the black sword team on the periphery.

When facing each other, the two sides are not at all weaker than the black-clad masters of the Demon Cult.

After only a brief delay, swordsmen surrounded him and wailing sounds were heard.

At this time,

There was a sound of flying at the city gate.

The master of the evil cult felt a chill in his heart!

Finished!

"Don't even think about leaving!"

"kill!"

"..."

The mountains are dark blue and the moon is like a hook.

The sound of swords rose again, and then fell again.

Yan Hongyuan is far away, the wind is whimpering, his soul and dreams are cut off in Luzhou, and the road to the world ends in the underworld.

South of Sanshipu, the ground was covered with corpses in black.

Someone cursed:
"Damn it, this demon cult stabbed me before dying."

Someone said: "Fortunately, the wound is not deep."

The injured man said, "Brother An, this wound is very deep. Sister Song, please blow on it for me, it hurts a lot."

A female voice said unhappily, "Go away."

"Big brother."

Then, a series of low voices of greeting were heard again.

Even with his face covered with a black scarf, Zhao Rong couldn't hide the smile on his face.

It has been a long time since I last saw these fellow disciples. Although I couldn't see their faces clearly due to the darkness, I felt warm in my heart and felt extremely close to them.

This is not the time to reminisce.

He bowed to the people around him and quickly got down to business: "Most of the villains in the thirty shops are dead."

"Don't enter the city for now."

"We will not stay here for long tomorrow. You can go to the city to deal with the bodies. The body of Taibao is on the roof of the city. You must deal with this body. The others don't matter."

"Remember not to disperse, and don't let your guard down. Beware of the few thieves who are hiding."

Everyone nodded, and Feng Qiaoyun stepped forward and asked:

"Brother, how do you arrange things at Xiaoyaojin?"

"The Demon Cult masters who were originally heading south, including the masters from the Raozhou branch, have all headed north to Xiaoyaojin."

Zhao Rong replied, "The three sects of Wudang, Shaolin and Songshan are all heading for the Xiaoyaojin headquarters. Now the arrow is on the string. They are carrying the banner of righteousness, so they will naturally send more people if they notice anything unusual."

"We must not draw attention to ourselves."

He straightened his expression again and said, "The situation over there is far worse than here, with many experts from both the righteous and evil worlds emerging one after another."

"We must not get involved in such a whirlpool."

"The current situation is no longer as simple as destroying a small branch."

Xi Mushu said cautiously: "Then let's stay in the caravan and wait for news from our senior brother."

"Ah."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Do you have any news about other factions?"

"That's rare. I just heard that both sects were attacked by the Demon Cult," Lu Songfeng explained simply, "We were originally in the Huangzhou Prefecture area. When Senior Sister Feng and the others received the news at the border of Linjiang Prefecture, they headed north to meet us."

"From Huangzhou Prefecture to Luzhou Prefecture, we must avoid being seen and ride slowly."

"We only made contact when you got to Qingshui Town."

"But I don't have time to inquire. It's all hearsay, so it can't be counted."

"..."

Zhao Rong exchanged a few more words with them before returning to Sanshipu City.

The masters of the Demon Cult who went south to the Raozhou branch have returned to Xiaoyaojin. Junior Sister Feng and the others were decisive in heading north this time, otherwise, more thieves would have escaped from Sanshipu.

Now the animals are being killed both inside and outside the city, and only a few kittens can escape, which does not affect the overall situation.

If another great battle breaks out in Xiaoyaojin, both the good and evil sides will burst into even greater hatred, and their strength will be damaged.

Regardless of whether Shaolin and Wudang were involved or not, and regardless of Zuo Lengchan's plans, the Central Plains martial arts world was still in chaos.

This may not necessarily be a bad thing for the Hengshan School.

After the recent chaos, the city has gradually calmed down.

"Master, Uncle Yue."

At the center of Sanshipu, Zhao Rong met Master Mo and Sect Leader Yue.

The two nodded.

Sect Leader Yue's eyes were solemn. How could he not guess the origins of the group of men in black in the city?

How cruel Zuo Lengchan is!
If all the masters of both factions are wiped out, no one will be able to stop them from merging.

Just send two guards to take over, and the influence of Huashan and Hengshan in Sanqin and Xiaoxiang, as well as the foundation of classics within the sect, will all belong to the Songshan Sect.

He felt a great sense of crisis, but fortunately he did not let Zuo Lengchan's conspiracy succeed.

“I wonder what’s going on with Master Dingxian and Taoist Tianmen,” Yue Buqun said with concern in his eyes, and he wasn’t lying.

If both sects are safe, the Huashan sect will be more secure.

Mr. Mo Da looked at the bodies in the streets and shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid we won't know until we get to Luzhou."

Soon, Miss Ning and her group arrived at the north of the city.

As the aroma of more and more wine and drinks around was blown away by the autumn wind, the clustered giant poisonous bees gradually dispersed.

The scent on Lady Ning and the others was not strong, so the scattered poisonous bees did not chase them in groups, so they escaped and came to help.

Zhao Rong noticed that a few people were missing and asked quickly.

It turned out that Nan Shanshi and Lao Denuo were still attracting bees, so they arranged for several disciples to continue guarding the house with them.

Zhao Rong laughed secretly in his heart.

Thanks to the poisonous bees from Baiyaomen tonight, otherwise there would have been a bloody battle.

He was quite fond of the giant hornet, and the medicinal wine was also good.

Thinking of the two old men who escaped, he began to calculate the wealth of Baiyaomen.

The crowd was divided into two teams, slowly groping their way through the thirty shops.

Along the way, we met quite a few men in black.

They attacked ruthlessly, but no one from Huashan or Hengshan was left alone, and there was a leader leading the team, so it was difficult to launch a sneak attack.

During this period, some thieves set a trap, with the person in front running away to lure the people behind to chase, while their companions in hiding looked for an opportunity to strike.

But the two groups of people were not fooled at all. They groped their way forward and killed the hidden person first.

After about an hour, except for two groups of people, it was difficult to find anyone alive in the thirty shops.

By dawn, the situation in the city had been settled.

Sect Leader Yue looked at the corpse and the flames and said, "We can't stay here for long."

"Yes," Mr. Mo Da nodded cautiously, "The Demon Cult may send more people."

"Leave this place first and find a place to rest. Find out the situation before entering Luzhou City. It would be best if we could meet up with other factions."

The leaders of the two factions made up their minds, and everyone quickly returned to the shabby house to get the horses.

Lao Denuo and Nan Shanshi were the most embarrassed. Before, Mr. Mo Da and Master Yue broke out through the window, and poisonous bees broke in. They were too eye-catching, so they were given special care by the giant hornets.

Both of their arms were swollen, which was extremely scary.

Xiang Danian found some medicine from the corpses of Baiyaomen's disciples, but he didn't know which bottle could detoxify, so he didn't dare let them take it.

As everyone rode away on horseback, Lao Nan and the other two felt dizzy.

I don’t know exactly what happened last night.

As a backstabber, this is pretty unsuccessful.

"Head east to the main road!"

"go!"

"Drive~!"

As Xiang Da Nian rode away on his horse, he looked back at Sanshipu with reluctance to leave.

Linghu Chong looked at Yang Weizhuang's carriage and was also reluctant to leave.

Not long after the two groups left Sanshipu, a large group of men in black poured into the city.

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