Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 133: The Might of Xiaoyaojin (8.631k)
The third autumn is bleak and the setting sun is blood-red.

The wind blows loudly over Douye Lake, and the green bamboo leaves are dotted with blood.

The yellow flowers are neglected and not colorful, while the bamboo leaves rustle like drums.
The autumn wind blows and the bamboo leaves fall, but to Ouyang Hesong's ears the faint sound is like soldiers beating drums or the roaring Fei River at the Xiaoyaojin Ferry!

The Qi force penetrates through the death point and madly conflicts with the Qi and blood injected into this point, destroying the Huagai Tiantu above and collapsing the Shenque Qihai below.

The Ren and Du meridians were ruptured at each joint, and his energy escaped, draining away his vitality.

Ouyang Hesong had already mastered the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen to perfection, and had hit countless enemies in the vital points by him. At this moment, he also experienced the feelings of those people before they died.

He has lost control of the true energy in his body, but thanks to his extremely high attainments in internal strength, as long as the true energy does not dissipate, he still has a breath of life.

The wrinkles on Ouyang Hesong's face became more obvious, like ravines under mountains.

The sharp eyes turned into two pools of blood.

The scarlet spring water gurgled out, flowed down the ravine, dripped on the short beard on the chin, and was slanted by the west wind, scattering in the autumn bamboo sea and under the setting sun.

With his blurred and blood-red vision, he stared at the man in black in front of him.

Staring at the opponent's acupoints, no wounds were seen.

Ouyang Hesong's sharp eyes suddenly dimmed and were empty, and the great sense of emptiness in his heart almost swallowed him up.

At this moment, he was not afraid of the loss of his life.

My mind was filled with images of the sword fight just now.

The Thirteen Swords of Jingmen all missed!
Suddenly, Ouyang Hesong's face lit up with life, his eyes seemed to be empty of everything, blocking out all thoughts, the clouds of confusion dissipated, and his true nature was revealed.

He asked calmly, "What's the name of your swordsmanship?"

Zhao Rong said: "Hengshan Phantom Sword."

Ouyang Hesong frowned: "Hengshan Phantom Sword?"

Zhao Rong looked calm: "Hengshan Phantom Sword."

Ouyang Hesong was silent for two breaths, staring at the three-foot autumn water: "I take back what I said before."

Zhao Rong looked at his wound and said, "But I can't take back the sword I stabbed with."

Ouyang Hesong pointed at his fatal wound and said with a smug look: "Your magic sword is very powerful, but your skill in piercing the fatal points is much worse than mine. If I use the Thirteen Swords of Shocking Sect to pierce, the wound will be one inch smaller than yours, not one and a half inches."

"I didn't lie to you. You can go to Luzhou City and see that there are many people who were stabbed in the Jiuwei point by me. All of them died with one strike of the sword."

"If you want to make up for this inch and a half difference, you'll have to practice for at least another twenty years."

Zhao Rong shook his head, not agreeing with him: "This is my first time piercing a fatal point, so it's inevitable that I'm a little unfamiliar."

Ouyang Hesong's face looked more lively, but he shifted his gaze from the wound to Zhao Rong's masked face.

He frowned and scolded, "How is it possible."

He added: "I am already a dead man. You have talked so much to a dead man. You should at least tell me who you are."

"Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong."

"I haven't heard of it. It's not as famous as my name, but I took note of it."

Ouyang Hesong suddenly felt that the black-clothed man's voice was very tender, and couldn't help asking: "What is the relationship between you and the Hengshan Sect Leader?"

"I am his disciple."

Ouyang Hesong scolded even louder: "How is it possible!"

"So how old are you this year?"

"sixteen."

Ouyang Hesong's body was shaking, but he smiled and said, "Impossible."

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly saw the man in black opposite him pulling down the black scarf on his face.

at once
A young man with extraordinary bearing, clear and bright eyes and a jade-like face was reflected in his blood-red pupils.

Ouyang Hesong's eyes rolled back in fear, tears and blood burst out, as if he had seen a ghost!
"Hahaha!"

He suddenly threw back his neck and laughed three times, and then there was no movement.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

This person suddenly came to his senses and wanted to know more about the mysteries of the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen when talking to him.

Unexpectedly, he let out his last breath without saying another word.

Cover your face with a cloth.

Zhao Rong did not touch the corpse. He retreated behind some broken bamboos and sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

It turned out that the deputy leader, elders, and local residents of Fushan Qibingmen who were stabbed in the Jiuwei acupoint all died at the hands of Ouyang Hesong.

This man has superb swordsmanship and is extremely murderous.

The Thirteen Swords of Jingmen have the ability to break through the void and attack the vital points, which does have a restraining effect on the Hengshan sword technique.

Even the Thirteen Styles of Clouds and Mists, which are able to change in a thousand forms, would be greatly reduced in effectiveness in front of him.

If he had not recently gained some insights into the phantom sword, he would probably have continued to be in a stalemate with Ouyang Hesong.

I also thought, "I wonder if the poison among Master and the others is serious."

Zhao Rong was a little worried, so he quickly regulated his breathing and qi.

Although I was not injured in this battle, it was not easy at all.

Ouyang Hesong's internal strength was strong, and he attacked the vital points with every move, and he really didn't dare to be distracted at all. At this moment, the blood in his body was surging, and the impact on the acupoints sent waves of stabbing pain, and the fatigue after the mental relaxation was slowly surging.

After he lowered his head and entered into a state of meditation, a cool air surged out from the pendant on his chest, and along with the marrow cleansing technique, it regulated his qi and blood.

It only takes half a cup of tea to sip.

Zhao Rong suddenly opened his eyes!

The sound of hurried footsteps came through the forest, and the bamboo leaves rustled in the strong wind brought by the person's sleeves.

The person who came had extremely high skills, definitely not inferior to Ouyang Hesong.

"Brother Ouyang~!"

It was an old voice, with a tone of shock and anger.

The old man with white beard and long face saw the sword wound on Ouyang Hesong's vital points and quickly reached out to feel his breath.

died!

His expression changed and he looked towards the bamboo forest.

The brows of Sun Zhongqing, the head of Xuanwu Hall, suddenly turned cold. His sword was behind his back in the previous second, and the sword appeared in his hand in the next second.

A green bamboo beside him was cut off half a meter long by him at some point, and then he exerted force on his palm and pushed the bamboo section into the forest!

Zhao Rong stood up and used his sword to split the bamboo joint into two halves.

With a push of the foot, a bamboo joint was reflected back.

The old man dodged instinctively, but then he kicked out in anger, causing the flying bamboo joint to explode into the air!

"You killed my brother Ouyang?"

Sun Zhongqing stared at the man in black who appeared in front of him.

I want to find wounds on his body.

But after keeping an eye on him, he found that the man in black not only had no scars at all, but his breath was steady, and he didn't look like he had just experienced a battle.

How can it be?

He knew Ouyang Hesong's skills too well.

There was almost no one in the Five Mountains sects who could kill Ouyang Hesong without any harm. Moreover, there was black blood smoke poison floating in the air at the Xiaoyaojin headquarters. Although this poison was not as toxic as the Black Blood Needle, it still made it difficult for the masters of various sects to deal with it.

There are so many restrictions, and this person is dressed in black.

An answer suddenly popped up in Sun Zhongqing's mind.

Zuo Lengchan!
But he shook his head secretly again.

"I fought with Zuo Lengchan in Zhangde Prefecture. Although he was also wearing black clothes and a mask, he was much more muscular. This man is different from him. He should not be the same person."

Even as he thought about it this way, he did not lose any of his vigilance.

No matter who the other party is, the one who can kill Ouyang Hesong is definitely a master who cannot be underestimated.

He looked at Ouyang Hesong's corpse, and thought of the several Five Mountains masters nearby, and he began to think of retreating.

Sun Zhongqing only had a few moments to think before he heard the man in black say, "If he wants to kill me, I will kill him."

"Well, you are quite capable," Sun Zhongqing said with a sinister look, "I wonder which sect you are from?"

"negligible."

"Haha, what an insignificant thing." Sun Zhongqing took a step closer to Ouyang Hesong's body. "You are hiding here and there, are you afraid of revenge from the Sun Moon Divine Sect?"

Zhao Rong also looked at Master Sun carefully, "If they were afraid of your Sun Moon Sect, why would they come to the Xiaoyaojin headquarters?"

"Good!" Sun Zhongqing said "good" again.

"You are brave. I have remembered your stature. You killed my Blackwood Cliff elder. This matter must be reported to the Eastern Sect Leader. I just hope you will not regret it in the future."

He threatened again, then suddenly grabbed Ouyang Hesong's body with one hand and rushed back.

If the other person is sensible, he probably won't chase after you at this moment.

But Sun Zhongqing happened to meet someone who didn't know what was good for him.

When Zhao Rong saw that he was about to take Ouyang Hesong away, he immediately took a deep breath and chased after him.

"Where to go!"

This roar really made Master Sun in front frown.

"This person doesn't try to suppress the poison, but keeps pestering me. Is he sure he can keep me here?"

He didn't look back, but he could clearly hear the sound of wind behind him.

Only then did I realize that the other party was not just talking, but really wanted to keep me.

Ouyang Hesong's death was like a thorn in Sun Zhongqing's heart. His years of experience in the martial arts world had always reminded him that a fight to the death with the unknown master behind him was extremely dangerous.

If you don't understand the basis of your opponent's tactics, you may easily suffer a setback.

After leaving the bamboo forest, he took a deep breath, rushed to the building on the edge of the island, and ran towards the center of the Xiaoyaojin headquarters.

This is also a test.

Sensing that the person behind him was chasing him faster and closer, he was sure that Ouyang Hesong had not been able to consume too much of the other party's energy.

'This man seems to have a lot of strength to spare.'

"If I were walking alone, I would not be caught up."

"But the more you die, the heavier you become. It would be reckless to run with the weight on your shoulders at this moment."

Sun Zhongqing crossed a small island and was about to come to another island. There was water everywhere here, and he could not see the stone steps under his feet. He ran wildly in the water that was above his calves.

"Den!"

He stood up and jumped onto a bamboo raft.

The water in the lake is already flowing, so the bamboo raft can float on its own without sliding.

When Sun Zhongqing jumped up, he had a forward momentum and immediately rushed a long way into the lake.

This will weaken the disadvantages brought by the weight.

Zhao Rong didn't hesitate and chased after him on another bamboo raft.

As soon as he reached the lake, Sun Zhongqing discovered that he was moving the bamboo raft much slower than the man in black behind him.

He only has brute force, but his opponent has cleverness.

With a "click" sound!
The two bamboo rafts collided with each other.
Master Sun's body shook slightly, and Ouyang Hesong on the bamboo raft fell into the water.

Clay figurines also have a third element of earthiness.

His master, Sun, was just being cautious, but it wasn't as if his kung fu was bad.

“Jing Jing~!”

The two men stood on a bamboo raft, and the sounds of swords rang out almost at the same time.

Sun Zhongqing's sword is slightly wider and larger than Ouyang Hesong's sword, and its sword power is completely different from the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen.

In just a moment of sword exchange, Zhao Rong felt a huge and powerful force coming from the sword!

This force was extremely strange, and seemed to have a whirling force that was about to spin his sword to the side.

"Hey!"

Sun Zhongqing spun out his sword, piercing through the rain of fast swords and piercing straight into the vital point of Shenting!
"I want to see what sect you belong to!"

This sudden attack of the sword is bound to break through the fog and reveal the root cause.

He will take revenge one day.

As expected, the fast sword was just a cover-up.

At the critical moment, the black-clothed man in front of him suddenly changed his swordsmanship!
Looking eastward, spring comes and the dragon rides on the yang energy!
Zhao Rong didn't understand how to draw out the essence of the sword in Han Taibao's Spring Shock Black Turtle, so he missed a chance to kill.

However, this set of sword moves is the most sophisticated defensive technique among the Eight Route Sword Techniques of Songshan.

Ever since he was influenced by the old sculptor, his understanding of the profound power of Songshan swordsmanship has gone further and further.

The timing of his Qi circulation and power release is completely different from Han Taibao's, and it is not a pure inner eight-route sword technique.

To an outsider, the sword moves seem to be the same, no different from the Songshan swordsmanship.

When people who know the business see it, they think it is just a copycat.

Can be placed in the eyes of top insiders
This is clearly a master who is innovating and demonstrating his understanding.

If Sun Zhongqing didn't understand the Songshan sword technique, he wouldn't think much about it.

It just so happens that he knows Songshan swordsmanship very well, and even knows Zuo Lengchan very well.

Master Sun made another move and shouted grimly:
"Who is this elder from Songshan who hides his head and shows his tail?"

Zhao Rong was planning to change his tactics, but upon hearing what Hall Master Sun said, he immediately used the Spring Shock Black Turtle again.

After defending seven moves in a row, the pressure on my hands was increasing.

This half-baked sword move was unable to withstand the powerful spinning sword force of Hall Master Sun.

An idea flashed through his mind, and he stomped his feet hard on the front end of the bamboo raft.

The lake is swaying,

A wave of green came out!
The water rippled, and Master Sun did not have Zhao Rong's ability to maneuver a boat, so his figure suddenly swayed.

This time the flaw is exposed!

Zhao Rong's long sword pierced through the blade of Master Sun's sword with a clang.

The tip of the sword floated in the air toward the side, and suddenly pierced his heart!
It is the green and blue sword technique of Songshan!

If Ouyang Hesong were here, facing such a sword, he would definitely use his eyesight and sword power to block it, and then stab the opponent's fatal point.

Even though Sun Zhongqing had many ways to block the sword, he was predicting the opponent's next sword move in his mind.

"This person has the skills of a master. I can't just take him lightly. If I miss his tricks and make a misjudgment, I'm afraid I'll suffer a great loss."

"Strange, strange, why can't I think of any elder in Songshan who has such attainments in swordsmanship?"

He cursed inwardly, and with the help of the water waves, he jumped up and avoided the vital points.

Zhao Rong looked at his movements and thought to himself:
'As a fellow cult elder, this man is slick and experienced, and even more difficult to deal with than Ouyang Hesong.'

"If we can't kill him, we won't be able to reveal our true identity."

It is extremely difficult to kill this slippery old man, and he is also the leader of Xuanwu Hall. Once his identity is exposed, it will probably cause a lot of trouble.

This leap by Hall Master Sun also caused ripples on the lake.

Zhao Rong bent his elbow and raised his sword upwards. He took a step forward, flipped over, and rose up like a cloud.

The three-foot-long Autumn Water Sword formed an arc of light under the setting sun, like a round mirror.

Jump, break the sword and look at the moon!

“Ding ding ding~!”

The sword failed to hit the target, and the two exchanged six sword strikes in the air. When they landed on the bamboo raft, they had changed positions. Zhao Rong, who had seized the initiative, would not give up the attack!
He chased after him, the sword in his hand flashing faster.

It was the jade mirror that caused the clouds to rise!

Han Taibao's killing move requires one sword to follow the next, layer upon layer, so the clouds are superimposed on each other until they reach the top of Songshan Mountain, and then it becomes a flying mirror that breaks the clouds.

Zhao Rong has no luck in moving Qi, and has not yet comprehended the mystery of accumulated energy.

But he was a fast swordsman, so there was no problem for him to follow up the previous sword with the next one.

Sun Zhongqing frowned.
'Who is it? '

"This Songshan sword technique is endless, but it is very different from what I have seen before. Could it be that Zuo Lengchan has compiled a new technique?"

He was holding back his strength, waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw so that he could kill him instantly.

Zhao Rong's sword was extremely powerful, but it also contained murderous intent, waiting for Sun Zhongqing to reveal a flaw.

The two men each had their own plans, and they fought with each other for more than thirty swords on the bamboo raft.

“Crack~!”

Zhao Rong cut the bamboo raft in half with one sword!
Sun Zhongqing stepped one foot on a single bamboo pole and submerged his foot in the water.

There was a bang!
He stepped on a large wave of water and jumped onto Zhao Rong's bamboo raft.

Sun Zhongqing was in the air with nowhere to gain leverage, so Zhao Rong immediately used his sword to transform it into the Jade Well Heavenly Pool. Once he locked him, he would have the opportunity to suddenly use his phantom sword to kill him!
He was focused and prepared.

However, Sun Zhongqing's powerful revolving sword brought out a swirling force, like a huge moon disk spinning.
Directly broke through the Yujing Tianchi!

'good chance! '

Master Sun's eyes sparkled.

The two men swung their swords at him, and he raised one palm, and the moment he landed on the bamboo raft, he slapped the black-clothed man's chest with his palm.

The martial arts he practiced was the Pan Yang Jue from the Black Wood Cliff, a martial art that was fierce, pure and powerful.

The power of this Panyang Divine Palm is by no means inferior to the Great Songyang Divine Palm of Songshan.

Just as he expected.

The man in black had no way to avoid it and quickly raised his palm to meet the attack!

"You are so immature that you are no match for me."

Sun Zhongqing's expression was completely different from before, and his eyes were suddenly filled with murderous intent. He stared at the black-clothed man's eyes, trying to see a trace of fear in them.

However.
There was murderous intent in the eyes of the man in black!
An extremely powerful force came from the palm of his hand, and a loud "bang" sound came to Sun Zhongqing's ears!
A large wave of water exploded around the bamboo raft!

The rosy glow from the sky penetrated the curtain of water waves, and the water drops fell like golden pearls connected together.

One wave has not yet subsided!

As the two of them exerted their strength again, the water waves exploded again!
The bamboo raft was shaking violently!

A golden carp leaped out from the feet-high water and passed through the two people's sight. The swaying golden fish tail created ripples of murderous aura.

"Even though he was the first to attack, he was able to counter my palm power in a hurry and was not at a disadvantage at all."

After Master Sun thought about it for a moment, the old fox felt alarmed.

'wrong! ’

'There's something wrong with this person!'

He has been in the world for many years and has always been cautious.

When he had the thought of withdrawing his palm, he immediately forced himself to use his true energy.

At this moment,

A hint of coolness came from the palm of his hand, piercing his Laogong acupoint.

Master Sun was horrified, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake.
He directly suffered internal injuries, and transformed the true energy he had just raised into the Panyang Palm, which he slapped out fiercely~!

The coldness and coolness on the Laogong acupoint suddenly ceased.
The bamboo raft under their feet exploded instantly!

With blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, Sun Zhongqing ignored his injuries, penetrated the surging water curtain, stepped onto the scattered bamboo raft, and crossed the lake in a few steps.

"Yes, it's that cold air!"

'Zuo Lengchan!'

"Could it really be Zuo Lengchan?"

Hall Master Sun was still in shock. If he had not withdrawn his palm in time, he would have suffered a great loss!
"Back when I was in Zhangde Prefecture, Zuo Lengchan wanted to use his cold energy to harm me, but luckily I retreated in time."

"Now, aren't we walking through the gates of hell again?"

"Brother Ouyang, if you hadn't died, I wouldn't have been so cautious about this person. You saved my life again."

Sun Zhongqing ran quickly towards the center of Xiaoyaojin and sighed in his heart.

I remembered how good Ouyang Hesong was and the joy they had fighting together.

But doubts arise again.
“Is it Zuo Lengchan?”

"Songshan Sword Technique, Chill"

"Is it the bone-shrinking skill, or has Zuo Lengchan become thinner?"

Thinking of the purpose of this trip to Xiaoyaojin, Sun Zhongqing's eyes suddenly became firm.

"That's right! It's the sinister villain Zuo Lengchan."

"The Songshan Sect killed our Blackwood Cliff elder. This matter must be reported to the Eastern Sect Master!"

……

At the lakeside, Zhao Rong stepped on a broken bamboo pole and reached the shore.

He looked in the direction where Master Sun fled with some surprise.

Ever since I started using the Frost Qi to ambush people, I have never failed.

"This demon sect elder has a wonderful sword technique, his skill is even better than Ouyang Hesong."

"His palm power is so strong that even if the cold air enters his body, I can't kill him immediately if I don't use the magic sword. He actually chose to injure himself and escape. Is he so cautious?"

Hall Master Sun's cunningness changed Zhao Rong's impression of the Demon Cult elders.

He was stunned, ignoring the restless energy and blood in his body.

He hurriedly looked towards the lake.

The water was in chaos just now, and I didn't dare to be distracted.

The lake water is flowing again, where is Elder Ouyang?

The reason for hunting down Hall Master Sun was all because of Elder Ouyang.

Thirteen Swords of Jingmen, where are you!

The young leader of Hengshan looked eagerly, his eyes scanning the lake surface and then looking downstream.

suddenly
A voice exploded from behind!

"Where are you going~!!"

It was the roar of Taoist Tianmen.

The four leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, together with Lady Ning, pursued the Demon Cult's Elder Iron Pole.

Everyone also chased towards the center of Xiaoyaojin main altar.

Zhao Rong looked towards the main altar and heard another loud "boom". The sound came from outside the manor and he didn't know what had happened.

He only meditated for a moment, adjusted his breathing, and then hurriedly followed behind the leaders of the four sects.

In less than a cup of tea, they returned to the main hall.

The island where the battle took place was now on fire, and the entire main hall was burning.

The people from the Righteous Alliance and the Demon Cult all moved to the grass beside the island. Everyone was in the water, tense and on edge across a corridor.

The water at this time was obviously deeper than when Zhao Rong left.

Tianmen Taoist’s knees were almost submerged in the water.

"Master!"

A Wudang disciple shouted, "Master, Uncle Lingxu is dead!"

When Taoist Qingxu heard this, his eyes immediately filled with flames.

"Amitabha." The old Shaolin monk and Master Dingxian each chanted the Buddha's name.

On the Demon Cult side, Tong Baixiong laughed loudly:
"A good death!"

"You guys have teamed up to blow up the plaque of my Dongfang brothers. This matter is far from over!"

"Especially you, stinky Taoist priest."

Tong Baixiong glared at Taoist Cheng Gao, "The great monk of Shaolin Temple died because of you, how dare you still live?"

"Come over here if you have the guts, and fight me for a few rounds."

Taoist Cheng Gao felt a pain in his heart. Master Fang Yi tried to save his life but was hit to death by the Thunder God Block from Cong Shuxiang, the deputy head of the Xuanwu Hall of the Demon Cult.

Although Taoist Qingxu and Master Fanghai killed Cong Shuxiang, they could not relieve the guilt in his heart.

Tong Baixiong mocked him in public. He knew it was a trap, and he felt so ashamed that he didn't want to take his life anymore.

He drew his sword and stepped forward to fight with Tong Baixiong, but Taoist Qingxu and the people around him hurriedly stopped him.

The poison in their bodies has not been removed yet. If they continue fighting now, few people present will survive.

On the Righteous Alliance side, all the masters were poisoned and were trying to suppress the toxicity.

The Demon Cult was short-handed, and now that two links were broken, they can no longer fight.

The Grand Protector Ding Mian covered his chest with his hands, on which there was a palm print, which was the Red Sand Palm left by the Deputy Master of the White Tiger Hall, She Wuluan.

He nearly died.

Fortunately, Lu Bai and Fei Bin came to support in time and defeated She Wuluan.

Masters from both the evil sect and the righteous sect were killed or injured, and a great feud was formed. The plan of the Songshan Sect was basically achieved.

However, when Fei Bin, Lu Bo, Ding Mian looked at Yue Buqun, Mo Da and others, they still felt a sense of resentment in their hearts.

Firstly, these people did not die, and secondly, they disrupted the situation here.

Otherwise, there will be casualties among the masters of the Demon Sect, Shaolin, Wudang, Taishan and Hengshan.

Only then can it be truly perfect.

His Songshan sect did not lose any masters this time, and the losses of disciples and side forces were nothing compared to the gains this time.

If a disciple dies, just train him again.

They have so many fellow disciples, and they are recruiting apprentices one by one. Are they still worried about not having enough manpower?

Once the side forces are destroyed, they can be absorbed again.

Before, it was the Songshan Sect that led the Five Mountains Sword Sects to stand in front. Now that the battle has begun, Shaolin and Wudang will never be able to hide again.

Although the three guardians of Songshan were injured, they looked as united as the Righteous Alliance in their hatred of the enemy, but they were actually very proud in their hearts.

Suddenly, Elder Yin of Iron Shoulder Pole asked:

"Where's Brother Ouyang?"

Sun Zhongqing shouted coldly: "Dead."

"died?"

"Who did this?!"

Elder Yin was very surprised. Ouyang Hesong was not like these old guys. Even if there were people present who were stronger than him, it would be extremely difficult to kill Ouyang Hesong.

The people of the Righteous Alliance are being poisoned one by one. Who can withstand the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen?
When the three great guardians heard that another elder had died, they were overjoyed.

Suddenly, Hall Master Sun fixed his eyes on them.

"Died under the palm sword of Zuo Lengchan of Songshan Sect."

"Just now I wanted to bring back Brother Ouyang's body, but Zuo Lengchan chased us all the way and threw the body into the lake, leaving Brother Ouyang with no place to bury his body."

Sun Zhongqing said loudly again:
"This Zuo Lengchan is a sinister villain. When I fought him in Zhangde Prefecture, he wanted to use his icy energy to sneak attack me. Today, when I fought him, I almost fell into his trap again."

Elder Yin was furious: "Okay!"

"What a great Zuo Lengchan, what a great leader of the Five Mountains!"

She Wuluan's face was cold: "Zuo Lengchan killed my elder Ouyang, and the Luzhou branch was destroyed by you righteous people. I will never let this matter go!"

Tong Baixiong roared:
"What kind of icy energy is this? What's so magical about it? Come out and fight me!"

"I will meet you on behalf of Brother Dongfang to see how capable you are as the leader of the Five Mountains."

Tong Baixiong's voice is very loud, like a big loudspeaker. Even if people around him cover their ears, they can still hear what he says clearly.

Everyone in the Righteous Alliance looked at Ding Mian.

Master Ding Xian asked, "Brother Ding, when did Alliance Leader Zuo arrive?"

Ding Mian's heart was full of excitement.

Senior Brother Zuo was clearly in Songshan, so why would he come here to kill some elders?
But
The words of this evil cult elder really don't sound false.

The Ice Qi is Senior Brother Zuo's hidden skill. Apart from his fellow disciples, only a few core disciples who go in and out of the training room on Mount Song have seen it.

When Ding Mian thought of this, he even had the idea that "Senior Brother Zuo is right here."

For a moment, he was slightly stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Lu Bai on the side said: "We don't know what Senior Brother Zuo does."

“If the Demon Cult elders met Senior Brother Zuo, they would naturally be no match for him.”

Seeing that the Demon Cult elder looked like he wanted to eat someone, Lu Bai knew that it was useless to deny it, and it would only make it seem like Songshan was afraid of the Sun Moon Cult.

Now that all the upright masters are here, how can the Songshan Sect be shameless?

Lu Bai said this.

The remaining masters and remnant soldiers of the Demon Sect did not want to stay for a moment.

Zuo Lengchan is not someone they can deal with.

If he doesn't show up at this time, he must be poisoned.

Once the poison is eliminated, who else can leave?

The main altar of Xiaoyaojin had been completely destroyed, and Sun Zhongqing was the first to rush towards the north of the manor.

"Today you destroyed the main temple of the branch of the Divine Sect. One day we will destroy the Five Mountains Sword Sect and your Shaolin and Wudang!"

Tong Baixiong glanced at Taoist Cheng Gao and caught up with Sun Zhongqing.

"You bastard righteous sects, if you have the guts, go to Blackwood Cliff and meet my Dongfang brothers!"

Elder Yin used his iron pole to launch himself forward, and left a cruel remark: "I, the Sun Moon Divine Sect, will never give up!"

"..."

The evil cult fled northward, and the people from various righteous sects hurriedly used their internal energy to neutralize the poison.

But
The water level at Xiaoyaojin Main Altar was getting deeper and deeper and was still rising.

"The Demon Cult has blown up a section of the Feishui River bank. We need to evacuate this manor first."

"go!"

As they walked eastward, they heard increasingly dense footsteps. They turned out to be disciples from various righteous sects and martial artists who were participating in the demon-fighting mission.

The fringe members of the Demon Cult on Juewu Mountain have been killed.

Zhao Rong took off his black clothes and appeared beside Mr. Mo Da at the right time together with the disciples from various factions.

Everyone left the Xiaoyaojin headquarters and stopped on the shady side of Juewu Mountain.

Find a dry place and sit down to meditate.

"Master, can you dissolve this black blood smoke?"

Zhao Rong stayed beside Mr. Mo Da, and the old man leaned against a tree.

"can."

"But it takes some effort. Once you are poisoned, as long as you don't use your internal energy, the toxicity won't spread so easily."

Mr. Mo Da said: "After all, it was smelled. If it had hit the flesh and blood like the black blood needle, it would have been too late to save him."

He said, and looked around.

There were only a few Hengshan disciples nearby.

"Why would the Demon Cult elder mistake you for Zuo Lengchan?"

"Master, I used his Songshan swordsmanship, but it was neither fish nor fowl. The demon sect elder would definitely be able to see it, but we have to find someone to blame."

Zhao Rong said seriously:
"If the Demon Cult targets our Hengshan Sect, it will be a huge problem. As the leader of the righteous sect, Master Zuo should take up the banner of fighting against the Demon Cult."

Mr. Mo Da smiled and coughed twice, then said:

"That elder surnamed Sun is extremely cautious. When I arrived at the Taoist Tianmen's side, he exchanged a few moves with us and then left."

"It's impossible to hold him back."

"His swordsmanship has some connection with the Dian Cang Sect. If I am not mistaken, he should be using the Panyang Huilong Sword. The Dian Cang Sect's Fiery Divine Art has long been lost, and later it evolved into several methods."

"When the Five Poison Sect and the Sun Moon Sect were still close, they offered one of their derivative techniques to Black Wood Cliff. It was called Pan Yang Gong, and it was very powerful."

"I see," Zhao Rong's doubts were largely resolved, "I was wondering why that sword energy was a bit like the Eighteen Swords of Huilong, but it was more powerful than the Eighteen Swords of Huilong. It turns out it came from Dian Cang Mountain."

"I wanted to kill him, but this elder was extremely cautious. He kept trying to test me, but I didn't fall for it."

Mo Da nodded approvingly.

Then he asked curiously, "How did the man who used the Thirteen Swords of Jingmen die?"

"I killed him with my phantom sword," Zhao Rong stroked his chin, "His swordsmanship was very powerful, and he was able to see through the changes in my Hengshan swordsmanship. He is truly a rare and powerful enemy."

"If he hadn't insisted on fighting me, thinking that he could break my phantom sword, it would have been extremely difficult for me to kill him."

Mr. Mo Da's heart was beating wildly, but he stroked his beard and said calmly:
"Ah Rong, your swordsmanship has been seen through. It seems you need to practice more."

"Yes."

Zhao Rong nodded sincerely, and fought against Ouyang Hesong and then against Sun Zhongqing.

These masters each have their own methods. If you are not better than them, you will be the one to die.

What Master said makes a lot of sense.

The conversation between the old and young masters naturally reached the ears of several disciples around them.

Ling Zhaoheng, Li Weijin and others have very strong receptive abilities.
But at this moment, I can't help but feel excited.

The young leader fought against the masters of the Demon Sect and shocked Xiaoyaojin!
Although the outside world doesn't know, this is what they think in their hearts.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Mo Da closed his eyes and meditated. Zhao Rong, who was standing beside him, suddenly grabbed his chest and muttered the words "Ouyang Hesong", as if he was extremely heartbroken.

Zhao Rong whispered a few words to them, and everyone's face changed.

Everyone felt heartbroken.

"By the way, where is Junior Brother Xiang?"

"Tell my senior brother that I want to go to the river to wash my hands."

……

The small island on the bank of the Fei River was dyed green by the water plants, the sky was getting darker, and the sun was about to set.

Xiang Danian trampled the water plants on both sides and was squatting on a piece of sand to wash his hands.

Suddenly, something floated across the water, scaring him so much that his legs trembled and he almost fell into the water.

The thing was about to float away, Xiang Danian suddenly reacted and fiercely grabbed a cold ankle.

Delay, delay again
A body came ashore.

"Damn it, this dead guy gave me a fright."

Only then did Xiang Danian see clearly the appearance of the corpse in front of him.

His eyes were bloodshot and he died with his eyes open. There were still blood stains on both sides of his conspicuous hooked nose that had not been washed away by the water.

This man died so tragically that he could not help shaking his head.
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