Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 132: Hundreds and Thousands of Swords! (8.942k)
Nearly twenty Jianghu men had different expressions.

Some of them came from the White Mountains and Black Waters, some came from the Yanzhao River and Lake, and some came from the Land of Abundance.

The fact that the name of the young hero from Hengyang could spread throughout the Central Plains was related to the great leader of the Songshan School.

So it is far from being world-famous.

When the Central Plains man mentioned this, the people around him saw that the young man had superb swordsmanship and knew that he was no ordinary person, so they began to discuss it curiously.

If there were some locals from Hengzhou or Longquan in Ji'an here, it would definitely be even more lively with lots of people coming and going.

Despite this, these people in the martial arts world couldn't help but show surprise in their eyes.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground
It seems the rumors are true.

The Hengshan disciples showed no signs of reaction, while the Huashan disciples' Yue Lingshan, Lu Dayou, Ying Bailuo, Shi Daizi and others looked at Zhao Rong and then at each other.

I have doubts in my heart
Today, Senior Brother Zhao is much stronger than when he fought against the top disciples of various sects in Songshan.

These fringe members of the evil sect are not difficult to deal with, but they cannot be easily killed.

The timing is not right now, there is no time to dig into the matter.

After a brief acquaintance with the gangsters, the Hengshan disciples took out medicine to treat their injuries, left a few people to take care of the injured, and looked for an opportunity to go down the mountain.

The rest who were unwilling to leave, together with the three groups of people, moved towards the next source of fighting sounds.

Nearly an hour later, the number of people in the Righteous Alliance increased again.

Several Hengshan disciples who had been separated also reunited with Yiqing. In addition to the Hengshan resident disciples, there were also lay disciples such as Zheng E.

With these people joining in, the Hengshan Sword Formation was complete.

Along the way, in addition to killing enemies, Zhao Rong would always inadvertently look at their formations.

The teachings of Beiyue Mountain are indeed not easy to learn.

Zhao Rong has already figured out the trick.

The seven men from Hengshan joined forces, and the seven swords stabbed at the opponent's head, throat, chest, abdomen, waist, back and flanks.

Their stabbing methods may seem simple, but they implement the Qigong method of Beiyue Swordsmanship, and their practice paths are quite different from those of other schools.

Even if he saw through some of the techniques and wanted to imitate them with Hengshan swordsmanship, it would be impossible in the short term.

Zhao Rong felt a little disappointed, and his moves became much more ruthless.

Half an hour later, Tianmen Taoist's second disciple Jianchu, along with eight fellow disciples from Mount Tai and three disciples from Mount Song, entered the Righteous Alliance of Mount Juewu.

Zhao Rong began to restrain himself.

The gang of martial artists who followed them didn't find it strange, but instead felt relieved.

We all come from all corners of the world, travel all over the country, and have encountered all kinds of people and things in the world.

But young men like Senior Brother Hengshan are extremely rare.

Along the way, I'm afraid more than twenty thieves died at his hands.

Almost an entire banner of soldiers was wiped out.

I guess I'm tired of killing.
As soon as the disciples from Songshan arrived, the eldest brother from Hengshan, who had killed countless bandits, leaned against a crooked tree, panting.

Linghu Chong immediately understood: "Junior Brother Zhao, your energy and blood were disturbed when you sparred with someone just now, so you should sit here and meditate to regulate your breathing first."

"We will provide support in the direction of the fighting in the west. It won't be too late to catch up with you after you have caught your breath."

When Zhao Rong saw Linghu Chong's eye contact, he immediately said "Okay".

Cheng Mingyi placed the small bag tied on his back next to Zhao Rong, and followed Linghu Chong with Xiang Danian, Ling Zhaoheng and others.

Even though there were fights everywhere on the mountains and on the hills, the various factions were gradually coming together, and there was no big problem in dealing with these scattered fringe members of the demon sect.

Wait until their figures disappear in the woods.

Zhao Rong opened the small bag and changed into black clothes and a mask.

He didn't want to hide his identity, but the masters from various sects were all in Xiaoyaojin, so it was better to cover up a little.

When he covered his face with the veil, his eyes suddenly became sharp!

The autumn wind is rustling and the leaves are rustling.

A black shadow rushed towards the top of the mountain, and the shadows of the trees on both sides quickly retreated.

"dong dong dong"

The three blind cult thieves covered their throats and fell down in the blink of an eye. If those martial artists saw this scene, they would definitely take back the breath they had just let out.

After Zhao Rong reached the top of the mountain, he discovered that the terrain on the yin and yang sides of Juewu Mountain was very different.

There are many steep slopes on the shady side of the mountain, making it extremely difficult to walk.

Looking beyond the trees, you can see a river rushing in the distance.

The Xiaoyaojin ferry is faintly visible, but the heavy rains in the past few days have caused the Feishui River to rise and the river water to overflow the banks, turning Xiaoyaojin into a small swamp.

He determined the direction before going down the mountain, and suddenly he heard a strong wind at the top of the mountain.

At the top of Juewu Mountain, a shirtless burly man from the Demon Cult held a huge pointed tree in his hand, and threw it towards Zhao Rong from the top of the steep mountain!
What the demon cult man never expected was...
The black-clothed man who had just come down the mountain leaped up and stepped on the pointed wooden pillar that he had thrown out. With the downward momentum of the wooden pillar, he actually stepped on the air and flew a long distance, and disappeared into the dark forest together with the wooden pillar.

The shirtless man with a ferocious expression turned pale when he saw this kind of light Kung Fu technique.

If this person gets angry and comes back to kill him, he won't be able to escape even if he wants to.

On the mountain road.

Zhao Rong frowned and looked back at the top of the mountain, but ignored it and went straight down the mountain.

On the Shanyang side, there were corpses everywhere.

The shady road was very clean.

The sound of splashing water became clearer and clearer. Zhao Rong ran about another two miles and the water plants on the shore became taller and taller.

The mountains across the river seemed to be covered with a layer of blue mist, and the green color was thick.

Waist-high water plants dyed the sandbank green, and the reeds washed by rain looked particularly handsome.

By the surging Fei River, you can see a dilapidated broken bridge in the distance.

The vast autumn atmosphere flows towards Jiao Lake. If a person from Wu County were here, he would definitely complain about the dry, yellow and withered willow leaves flying everywhere.

The river wind blew the vicissitudes of life at Xiaoyaojin Ferry onto Zhao Rong's face, and with it came...
There is also a cold and murderous aura!

Blood!

A pool of blood that dyed the water plants red!

The body of a Shaolin monk was cut open and the two ends of the crescent shovel were bent together. It was obvious that the weapon was bent by a master.

The headquarters of the Luzhou branch of the Demon Cult is right next to the Xiaoyaojin Ferry.

It was originally a huge manor.

Compared with the dilapidated ferry, this transit headquarters connecting the north and south of the Demon Cult appears extremely luxurious.

There is a lake in the garden, an island on the lake, and a pavilion on the island.

However, due to the flooding of the Fei River, a considerable portion of this huge manor floated on the water.

The Shaolin monks must have died here. There are several corpses around with no weapons visible. They might have floated out from the main temple.

Zhao Rong waded through the water and cautiously moved towards the inner room.

There were stone steps originally, but now they are all submerged in water.

There is a huge plaque in front of the Zongtan Manor with four large gold-plated characters written on it: "Traces of Wu and Wei".

He had just taken a step into the inner room and, after reading the words "Traces of Wu and Wei", he smelled a slightly pungent smell of smoke.

Suddenly, there was another loud bang!

A wave of water pushed from the inner room to the outer eaves, hitting the bronze columns with a "pop" sound.

Zhao Rong leapt onto the top of the beamed corridor and looked towards the direction of the loud noise.

From a distance, a puff of green smoke rose to the sky.

There was also a burst of hearty laughter, but it was too far away, so even with his extraordinary hearing, he couldn't tell who was making it.

Go straight along this corridor, and you will see a small courtyard at the end, and a large lake further ahead.

The suspension bridges on both sides of the lake were cut off. Zhao Rong jumped onto a bamboo raft by the lake and rowed to the other side without paying any attention to the corpses floating on the lake.

The sound of fighting was heard.

Zhao Rong climbed to the top floor of the waterside pavilion and looked at the courtyard inside.

Two big men are fighting in the inner room!
"Ding Taibao, how long can you hold on?"

"It's okay to kill you."

"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die."

The big man with round eyes from the Demon Cult was talking while he exchanged palm strikes with Ding Mian, the Grand Guardian of Songshan. The two fought each other for a few breaths and were each knocked back a few steps. With two loud bangs, the wooden fences on both sides collapsed.

The big man with round eyes sneered: "How about it, my red sand palm doesn't taste good, does it?"

Ding Mian also sneered, "How good can you be?"

Zhao Rong was watching from a distance; he knew Ding Mian.

He also knew the man from the Demon Cult.

At that time, this man had attacked him by surprise in a black shop not far from Yingchuan City.

Joining forces with him was a powerful elder who wielded an iron shoulder pole, who was at least at the level of the elder in yellow.

This person is well-rounded and talented, so Ding Mian will most likely suffer a loss if he faces him.

Neither of these two guys is a good person.

When dogs bite each other, it's better for them to die together.

"Ding Mian is with the masters of Wudang and Shaolin, as well as other masters of the Five Mountains. How could he end up fighting alone?"

"Not good, there must be many masters of the Demon Sect!"

His heart tightened and he planned to go around this side and head towards the center where the loud noise was coming from.

Let’s take a look at the situation on Master’s side first!

"Taibao Ding, the left leader of your Songshan sect is really bold. He actually dared to send people to Pingdingzhou to stir up trouble."

"I made the butler angry. Did I finally get what I deserved this time?"

"What kind of hardship is this?" Ding Mian sneered, "Didn't you hear the noise just now?"

"The main hall of your Luzhou Xiaoyaojin altar has been blown up by Wudang Sect's Taoist master Cheng Gao. Even the Xiaoyao Pavilion plaque left by Dongfang Bubai has probably turned into a pile of rotten ashes. With this result, how are you going to report to Heimuya?"

The deputy head of the White Tiger Hall, She Wuluan, was immediately furious. "Wudang, Shaolin, Five Mountains Sword Sect, you all deserve to die!"

"How to report back?"

"Take your men to the Blackwood Cliff!"

"I'm going to make your dog heads into cups and use them to hold wine during the next Dragon Boat Festival!"

"Die!"

"See who dies!"

The two men fought fiercely again, and their moves became even more brutal.

At this time, Ding Mian did not forget to bring hatred to Wudang and Shaolin, and kept provoking them. I don't know what else he can rely on.

Zhao Rong bypassed the courtyard and headed towards the center of the main altar.

There was water everywhere along the way, some deep and some shallow. We saw many corpses and heard the sounds of fighting.

His mind was tense and he had to hide his body, so it was impossible for him to walk fast.

On the island in the middle of Zongtan Lake, Zhao Rong was greatly shocked by the scene before him.

The main hall on the island was emitting a pungent smell of gunpowder, thick smoke was billowing, and the fire was raging!
In front of the thick smoke and flames, human figures were jumping around and the sounds of fighting were continuous.

The most eye-catching one was a burly man wielding a sword, who was fighting two old Shaolin monks alone.

The big man forced an old monk back with a sword, and then fought with another one.

A storm erupted around them and the old monk retreated seven or eight steps. The corner of his mouth was already bleeding, and his injuries became even more serious.

"Hahaha!"

The big man laughed wildly, and the water surface near the island was shaking.

This person's internal strength is extremely deep!

"Old monk, your skills are far inferior to Fang Sheng's, how can you stop me?" There was blood on the big man's white beard. He shook his head, and a few drops of blood splashed out from his beard. He turned his head to the other side, revealing an angry look.

"Damn Taoist priest, you blew up the plaque of my Dongfang brother. Follow me to the Black Wood Cliff to die!"

"It's a good opportunity for me to borrow your life to meet Brother Dongfang."

Wudang Taoist Master Cheng Gao covered his chest. Although he was injured, he was very unconvinced at this moment, "What a boast!"

"If it weren't for you thieves cheating, the two masters wouldn't be injured. How could you, Tong Baixiong, fight two of them alone?"

"What do you know about deception?" Tong Baixiong wiped the blood off his knife. "When I was fighting against the Seven Tigers of Ludong in Taihang Mountain, I don't know where you, a stinking Taoist priest, were."

"The Jianghu only cares about life and death. It doesn't matter what methods you use or where you are buried."

"These two old monks are much wiser than you even though they don't speak."

"But today, you all have to die."

Tong Baixiong laughed arrogantly, "Use your lives to show the people on the Blackwood Cliff, and also let my brother Dongfang see whether I, Tong Baixiong, am old or not! Can I still kill people!"

He shook off his green robe and rushed towards Taoist Master Cheng Gao. Two old monks from Shaolin Temple came to rescue him immediately.

The three of them fought again.

There were many disciples from Songshan, Wudang and Shaolin around, many of them masters, fighting desperately with the Yellow Flag of the Demon Cult's headquarters, as well as the Blue Flag and Purple Flag troops coming from the other two directions.

In this situation, it is hard to tell who will win or lose.

It was really unexpected that Brother Tong, the invincible Dongfang, also came here.

After hearing Taoist Master Cheng Gao shout about the evil sect cheating, Zhao Rong's eyes wandered around the central area, looking for his master and the Huashan couple.

He moved his position and looked carefully, but still couldn't find it.

I became more and more anxious.

A little further back on the island, Taoist Qingxu of the Wudang Sect was fighting a master of the Demon Sect.

There were seven or eight bodies on the grass.

A Wudang disciple was squatting beside a Taoist priest who was lying on the ground. The Taoist priest was wearing the same clothes as Taoist priest Qingxu, so he must be of the same generation as the Wudang Sect Leader.

By the way, I heard Yiqing say before
The person who didn't know whether he was alive or dead should be the Taoist Master Lingxu who came later.

The arms of the demon sect master who was fighting with Taoist Qingxu were black, his fingers were thick, and he was using the thunder god's block on his hands.

This person was determined to break Taoist Qingxu's Liang Yi sword technique, and he tried to get close to him with every move.

His fingering and moves gave Zhao Rong a sense of familiarity.

Yes!

Double Locking Skill, Demonic Nail Pulling Skill, Vajra Iron Finger.
It was the master who defeated Sun Zhenda and tortured him. This person also cultivated both internal and external skills, and had a thunder god on his side. Taoist Qingxu could not get any advantage.

Both of them made dangerous mistakes and it was unclear who would win.

According to common sense, Zhao Rong should help.

But the more tense the battle situation became, the more worried he became about his master.

"Masters, Taoist priests, please hold on a little longer."

Zhao Rong was not a kind person. He prayed for them and turned around to look for another direction.

The Xiaoyaojin branch is very large, with lakes and islands connected.

Now it is flooded and it is really difficult to walk.

After walking a little further, he was discovered by some people, but Zhao Rong did not get entangled with them. Those people fought on their own and could not catch up with him.

About half an incense stick later.

Zhao Rong walked through the east and west of the main hall and came to the south, and finally heard a familiar voice!
"The Huashan Sect's Zixia Divine Art is truly extraordinary. Sect Leader Yue has profound internal strength. Even after being hit by the black blood smoke, he was still able to fight with me."

"I admire you a lot."

The voice of this old man was exactly that of the powerful elder who used an iron shoulder pole outside Yingchuan City.

Zhao Rong understood it instantly.

Black blood smoke?
Could it be related to the Black Blood Needle?

He was startled, remembering that he had smelled a pungent smell of smoke when he entered the manor.

poisonous!

Zhao Rong did not dare to be careless. He quickly sat cross-legged on the roof of a small building and practiced the Xisui Jing.

Strangely, he showed no signs of being poisoned.

The cheating that Taoist Master Cheng Gao mentioned just now was most likely the black blood smoke mentioned by Elder Bantan.

He then carefully checked himself to make sure he was not poisoned.

There was no need to think about it anymore, the fight had already started over there.

Elder Bantan's moves were fierce and full of energy. Sect Leader Yue used his energy to move his sword, showing off his skillful swordsmanship and not wrestling with him.

A series of "bang bang bang" sounds were heard.

The power of the elder with the shoulder pole was obviously higher, and he directly knocked down the bamboo building where the two were!

But Yue Buqun was experienced in fighting enemies and frequently used sword moves to create dangerous situations.

Elder Bantan did not dare to be careless at all.

Even if his skills were higher, one mistake would still lead to his death.

"Master Yue, everyone says you are a gentleman swordsman, but I thought you were a true gentleman."

"I didn't expect to be hiding here and there like a mouse."

The old man laughed and said, "I've heard that Huashan swordsmanship was once very popular. How come it has declined with Master Yue?"

"Are you unworthy of your ancestors?"

The old man with the carrying pole had a vicious mind, and his words really made Yue Buqun so angry that he turned cold in expression.

When the Demon Cult elder saw that he was silent, his face suddenly turned purple and he immediately stopped smiling.

"boom!"

The two men knocked down another bamboo building and fell into the lotus pond below. For a moment, leaves were flying everywhere and big fish were stunned by their powerful energy.

Zhao Rong came to the edge of the lotus pond wall, holding a throwing knife in his fingers.

In the gap between the two people's fight, he suddenly shot a flying knife at Elder Bantan! "Swoosh~!"

The sharp sound was drowned out by the waves caused by the explosion, but Elder Bantan and Yue Buqun were both masters and heard the sound of the hidden weapon at the first moment.

The two of them glanced at the side and saw a man in black flash by on the courtyard wall.

"Dang~!"

Elder Bantan blocked the flying knife, but he was afraid in his heart.

"Who?!"

In response, Sect Leader Yue launched a sword attack at him, and Elder Bantan hurriedly blocked it.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~~!”

This time, three flying knives flashing with cold light flew over.

The elder with the carrying pole suddenly used his internal energy and flew backwards while hanging on the carrying pole.

Just these few moves consumed a lot of his internal energy, allowing Yue Buqun to breathe a sigh of relief.

"This Elder Bantan must be on guard against my sneak attack now and dare not use his full strength. Sect Leader Yue should be able to hold on for a while."

Zhao Rong's mind moved, and he walked away in the direction of Sect Leader Yue.

In this way, Elder Bantan didn't know whether he had left or not, but Sect Leader Yue knew it clearly.

Although Zhao Rong didn't say a word, he didn't even reveal his entire figure.

But Yue Buqun had already guessed who the person who was secretly helping him was, understood the purpose of doing so, and even more understood where he was going.

After all, I am someone else's apprentice, so I must find a master first.

Feeding him these few dark green seeds was already of great help to him.

Sect Leader Yue's heart became brighter and brighter, and he knew how to deal with this situation.

of course
That hint of bitterness is always there.

Zhao Rong arrived at the edge of another lake, and there was movement on both sides of the lake.

He first moved towards the east side of the lake, where the noise was louder.

Soon, many figures could be seen in the distance, some standing and some lying.

Lady Ning was in front, while Taoist Tianmen and Master Dingxian each took a step back, holding their chests, obviously injured.

Opposite him was an old man with a white beard and a long face, and around him were five or six followers of the Demon Sect.

With several people around him to help him, the old man seemed to be at ease facing the three Five Mountains masters.

"Your seven sects besieged Xiaoyaojin and were completely defeated."

"Put down your weapons, and return to Blackwood Cliff with me."

"The leader will definitely grant you the magic pill. The three of you will serve the Eastern leader. You can lead the Hengshan Hall, Taishan Hall, and Huashan Hall respectively. You will be the hall masters and elders."

The old man stroked his white beard with an arrogant look on his face.

"I am Sun Zhongqing, the elder and head of Xuanwu Hall. Since I have said this, I will definitely be able to save you from death."

"Without further ado!"

Taoist Tianmen had the worst temper. "What a bullshit magic pill! You are greedy for life and afraid of death. You succumb to the Three Corpse Brain Magic Pill. Do you think everyone in the world is as afraid of death as you are?"

"I am not afraid, I will fight till I die today!"

Upon hearing this, Lady Ning praised: "Brother Tianmen is absolutely right. How can our righteous sects succumb to the tyranny of the demon sect!"

"Rather Stick to your guns."

"Amitabha," Master Ding Xian said without any fear, "Hengshan Sect will not become Hengshan Hall, nor will it go out with the Demon Sect to harm people."

Elder Sun looked at the three people. Now he was sure of victory, but he also knew the truth that "if you die, you will never be reborn, and the poor rat will bite the cat."

If you win, you must win completely.

The desperate counterattack of the three Five Mountains masters may cause some casualties.

Now they are using their internal strength to resist the poison. If they delay any longer, these people will surely die.

Every time Sun Zhongqing fought with them for a while, he would hold out for a while.

It makes their blood surge and accelerates the spread of the poison.

At this moment it was like a cat playing with mouse, everything was under his control.

Zhao Rong took out the last two throwing knives from his body, and after listening to their conversation, he put them away.

He had guessed what Elder Sun was planning.

This is different from the one-on-one fight with Sect Leader Yue. If they feed hidden weapons at this time, the Demon Cult will definitely attack Lady Ning and the leaders of the two factions, which will be disadvantageous to them.

Zhao Rong heard the sound of fighting from another place and felt a little relieved.

Still fighting, that means there's nothing serious!

He used all his Qinggong skills to run quickly to the other side of the lake.

The autumn winds are raging in chaos, and the setting sun is approaching dusk.

The evening sky is clear and the evening air is bright, with light clouds and gloomy evening sky.

To the south of the Xiaoyaojin main altar, the bamboo forest beside Douye Lake is verdant, and the autumn wind makes the bamboo leaves rustle.

In the evening, the sky was dark and the air began to cool.

Looking towards the top of the bamboo forest from afar, the autumn wind presses down the bamboo tips, a red sun suddenly appears, and the rosy glow illuminates the green forest. Narrow leaves are covered with rosy glow, and as they fall, the autumn wind flutters like golden butterflies.

"Kaka~!"

With a series of noises, a row of bamboos broke in half.

"boom!"

Then a long bamboo pole emerged from the bamboo forest and flew straight towards Douye Lake.

A wave of water surged up!

A tall and thin old man was leaning against two bamboos. His simple blue cloth gown had several holes in it. His haggard face was full of caution and fatigue.

There was also a hint of gloom, which was obviously similar to the situation of the other leaders.

Opposite Mr. Mo Da, a man in black, about fifty years old, was bending a green bamboo, looking down from above.

He has a particularly obvious hooked nose and a face full of hostility.

His eyes were like an eagle, staring at the major acupoints on the old man in front of him.

He holds a long sword in his hand, ready to attack at any time.

"Mr. Mo Da, you escaped outside Yingchuan City last time. Elder Yin and She Wuluan failed to keep you. Otherwise, when they come next time, you and your disciples will have no chance to participate in the Five Mountains Alliance."

The hook-nosed man smiled coldly, "I didn't expect that you would all come to my door together this time. I can catch you all in one fell swoop."

"You will die today."

Mr. Mo Da said: "Your Excellency is indeed brilliant, but your victory is not glorious."

"Mr. Mo Da, you are the head of a sect, how can you say such childish words?"

The man frowned: "Victory or defeat in the martial arts world is always determined by the results."

"No," Mr. Mo Da shook his head, "I just said that you won the strategy, but I cannot agree with your evaluation of my school's swordsmanship."

"Hahaha!"

"interesting."

The hook-nosed man sneered, "I said you chose the wrong opponent. Is that wrong?"

"The Hengshan swordsmanship wins by being incredibly fast, and it is also magical. It is indeed very mysterious to ordinary martial artists. Ordinary martial artists cannot figure it out and are likely to die under your swords."

"But in my eyes, your sword of quick illusion is just a trifle."

"My Thirteen Swords of the Shocking Sect, each move attacks the vital points. Without extremely strong eyesight, it is impossible to practice this sword technique."

“But once it is mastered, it will be as if I have divine help when dealing with your Quick Illusion Sword.”

"No matter how magical your sword is, my eyes are still on your weak spot. How can I be fooled by some fake moves?"

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly heard the old man burst into laughter.

"Am I wrong? Why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at your arrogance."

The hook-nosed man said, "When have I ever been arrogant?"

"You are a master of swordsmanship, but am I not one? Am I fooled by your feint?"

Mo Da asked back: "Have you seen all the phantom swords in the world?"

"I fought all the way from Pingding Prefecture to Luzhou, from the Five Mountains to Shaolin and Wudang. What kind of swordsmanship have I not seen?"

"What a boast," Mo Da was too lazy to explain further.

The hook-nosed man was angry: "You are playing tricks with your sword, and your words are also tricks. The Hengshan sword technique is nothing more than this."

“I still like dead people.”

"When a person dies, his mouth won't be so hard anymore."

When Mr. Mo Da heard him cursing the Hengshan sword technique, he was about to curse back.

Just then, a voice sounded from a distance.

The moment he heard the voice, Mr. Mo Da breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of relief in his old eyes.

"well said!"

“I like dead people, too.”

A deep voice with a hint of anger entered the bamboo forest!
The hook-nosed man turned to look in the direction of the voice. A figure in black rushed into the bamboo forest, bent a bamboo, and faced him in the air.

The man's eyes were sharper than those of the man with the hooked nose.

Mr. Mo Da patted the bamboo leaves on his body and no longer looked at his opponent directly, as if he treated him as air.

Seeing him so relaxed, the hook-nosed man frowned slightly.

I wondered, 'Who is this person?'
Suddenly, Mr. Mo Da smiled at him and said, "I admire your ability to use the Thirteen Swords of the Shocking Sect to hit the fatal points, but I am not wrong to say that you are boasting."

Without waiting for his response, he turned to the man in black and said casually:
"You can play with him."

"it is good."

Zhao Rong nodded and said "OK" in response.

After Mr. Mo Da finished speaking, he went towards Miss Ning.

This brief exchange gave the hook-nosed man a strange feeling.

Although Mo Da is not in good condition, he is the leader of a sect after all.

It was not difficult to see from his attitude that he admired the man in black, as if he believed that the other party could control him firmly.

I felt inexplicably angry, yet cautious.

So I'll throw out some ideas: "I'm Ouyang Hesong, the elder of the White Tiger Hall of Blackwood Cliff. Who are you, sir?"

Zhao Rong drew his sword without saying a word.

"Are you mute?"

"No."

"It's just that I have a habit."

"Oh? Tell me."

"I don't like talking to the dead. In my eyes, you are a dead person."

"Hahaha!"

Ouyang Hesong's laughter shook the entire bamboo forest, "Okay, I want to see what you can do."

After he finished speaking, two "whoosh" sounds were heard.

Two figures shot up from the green bamboo, like a bird flying over the lake. As soon as they touched the water, they suddenly rushed into the air.

Ouyang Hesong discovered that the man in black jumped above him.

He lost this competition of lightness skills.

When fighting with swords in mid-air, the person on top will attack the vital points of the head and neck, while the person on the bottom can only defend.

“Ding ding ding~!”

Two sword lights, one above and one below, entangled together.

Zhao Rong's sword was very fast, but Ouyang Hesong's eyesight was extremely amazing. At this time, he was in a defensive state. His eyes could keep up with every sword, and his hands could also keep up with every sword as his eyes moved.

From the air to the ground, dozens of swords had been exchanged.

Both of them had their feet touching the ground, each with something to lean on.

The sword in my hand is faster!
At first, the clanging sounds of swords clashing were intermittent, then one sound followed another, and one sound followed another, becoming one continuous sound, and no more interruptions could be heard!

“Ka-ka-ka-ka~!!”

As they moved through the bamboo forest, the bamboos blocking their way fell one by one.

The fallen bamboo was hit by the sword light and broke into pieces!
"boom!"

The two men used their palms to push the broken bamboo pieces towards each other.

Ouyang Hesong's eyes could see every broken bamboo, and his sword moved accordingly, and all the broken bamboos were cut off.

Zhao Rong didn't need to use his eyes to see, his sword was like a storm, and the blade light separated all the bamboo joints.

The Huifeng Luoyan sword danced wildly, killing seven geese with one sword.

Seven sword lights splashed over, so fast and deadly!
If your opponent has seven throats, cut all seven.

When Ouyang Hesong saw this set of sword skills, he knew that the opponent was a master of Hengshan School, and seven sword lights flashed in his eyes.

Even One Sword and Seven Geese couldn't fool him.

The Thirteen Swords of Jingmen all attack the fatal points. His eyesight is extraordinary, and the seven sword lights are seven fatal points.

“Dang Dang Dang!!!”

There was a series of sword-fighting sounds that made one's scalp tingle. Zhao Rong took a deep breath and used two consecutive moves, "One Sword, Seven Geese", but all of them were turned into nothingness by the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen!
Ouyang Hesong's internal strength is also extremely strong, and he is not at a disadvantage in a duel of luck.

"Boom!"

"Boom~!"

Bamboos fell one by one, and bamboo stakes were formed. In a short period of time, the two men had fought for hundreds of moves and cut out a vacuum zone.

The setting sun, no longer blocked by the bamboo leaves, shone onto the two men's swords.

The light of Qiu Shui was reflected on Ouyang Hesong's eyes, and the long sword with a skull engraved on it in Ouyang Hesong's hand also filled Zhao Rong's eyes with rosy light.

Beijing Gate!

Chapter Gate!

Period Gate!!!

In the middle is Yangguan and Yanglingquan, and in the middle is Yangjiao and Waiqiu, which is bright and beautiful!
Ouyang Hesong stared at the opponent's Shangqu acupoint again and attacked with another sword!
Every move he made hit the vital points without any mistakes.

Even if Zhao Rong was moving, Ouyang Hesong's Thirteen Swords of Jingmen could still aim directly at the acupoint!
Zhao Rong's sword had turned into a ball of solitary light, which then turned into a circle, circling around Shang Qu, continuously blocking Ouyang Hesong's continuous offensive!
This move was something he had never seen from Mr. Mo Da.

"Bang~!"

The two men didn't even have time to talk as they each used the force to fly up and hit the bamboo head from below.

The crackling sound was so harsh.
While dodging and moving, he carved out a path in the bamboo forest!
Ouyang Hesong's eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong's acupoints. He had already calculated the time.

'This person's skills are extremely profound. I wonder where the Hengshan Sect got such a master.'

"His sword moves too fast. If we fight for a long time, I will lose too much and my eyesight may not be able to keep up."

"It is impossible to kill this man without getting hurt."

"Now is the right time. I will risk my sword to injure his acupoints and exchange my wound for his life."

"Since he is from the Hengshan Sect, I will lure him into using the phantom sword. The phantom is hidden in the illusion. I will see through the false move and take his life!"

Ouyang Hesong regarded his opponent as his greatest enemy and kept plotting against him.

Set up a murder trap.

He exerted his inner strength on the sword, and after three fierce attacks, he jumped back.

When he saw an opportunity, he sneered:
"Hengshan swordsmanship is just like this."

"What's the illusion? Where is the illusion?"

After these two short sentences, the man in black in front of him indeed changed his tactics.

It was no longer the swift sword of a storm, nor was it the Huifeng Luoyan sword, nor was it those strange and inexplicable sword techniques.

Mo Da used a similar move.

He was fooled!

Ouyang Hesong was not surprised. Instead, he focused all his energy on his eyes, staring at Zhao Rong's acupoints.

A ball of sword light overlapped and jumped, and the phantom light surpassed Mr. Mo Da.

Veins bulged on Ouyang Hesong's face as he concentrated to the extreme.

However, when Zhao Rong's sword came towards him, Ouyang Hesong was unable to stab out with the long sword in his hand!
What~!!!

A large cloud of strange icy fog suddenly rose up and appeared in the bamboo sea!

Ouyang Hesong's eyes were bloodshot!
where is it?
Where!
His gaze couldn't help but shift away from the acupoints, staring at the extremely fast figure that came out of the icy mist, and his eyes flew to the overlapping sword lights.

This sudden change of tactics was like an invisible weight pressing down on his spirit.

He can see clearly the Seven Geese with One Sword, and he can see through the Cloud and Mist Sword Technique.

But the sword light that pierced through the clouds filled the sky in his eyes.

It seemed like hundreds and thousands of swords were flying back and forth!
"Ah~!!!"

Ouyang Hesong had not been stabbed by the sword yet, but he roared wildly!
The surrounding bamboo leaves were rustling rhythmically!
Two strings of blood and tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.

Ouyang Hesong poured his internal energy into the acupoints of his eyes. Now, he saw hundreds and thousands of swords, which directly broke the upper limit of his power!
where is it?
"Where on earth is it~!"

He roared, his eyes bloodshot, and stabbed towards the acupoints with all his might!
next moment.
A streak of blood splashed onto the bamboo leaves in the distance, transforming into a sad and cold sword flower.

Ouyang Hesong lowered his head.
He saw.
Blood gushed out of his acupoints like a fountain.
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