Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 155: The King of Heaven? (8.178k)
A flash of purple lightning flashed slightly in the sky, and dark clouds surged like waves.

On Tianzhu Peak, there is a mixture of smoke and mist.

The air was choking and a heavy rain was about to fall at any moment.

As the footsteps got closer, Quan Ziju and others came to their senses and called out "Senior Brother" again.

Zhao Rong greeted them and then asked, "What happened?"

Quan Ziju made a long story short: "The masters of the Demon Cult are chasing Xiang Wentian and are approaching Hengzhou Prefecture."

Lu Songfeng continued, "The people from Tianfeng Hall and Zijin Hall who were originally lingering in the Yuezhou Prefecture area have all come."

"Where is he now? When was the news?"

When Zhao Rong asked the question, he pointed toward the mountain path and indicated that he should talk while walking.

Everyone went down the mountain together.

After listening to several people's detailed accounts and Zhao Rong's continued questioning, he realized that it was a troublesome matter.

The Demon Cult fought with Xiang Wentian in Linjiang Prefecture, and then continued to move south, and would soon reach Yuanzhou. Yuanzhou Prefecture and Hengzhou Prefecture are adjacent to each other.

"When they heard the news about Xiang Wentian, both the good and evil sides could no longer sit still."

"Recently, a large number of martial artists have gathered in Hengzhou Prefecture."

"They come from all over to join in the fun, and we don't have enough manpower outside."

Quan Ziju had a dark face. He had no good way to deal with these martial artists.

"Xiang Wentian is known as the Heavenly King and is the former Left Envoy of Light of the Demon Cult. He has a great reputation."

As they were about to reach the post station, Lu Songfeng said with a hint of sarcasm: "Recently, many people have called for killing him to eliminate evil and defend the Way, but these people themselves are not good people either. Most of them want to take advantage of the situation and become famous in one battle."

"If the situation wasn't chaotic, they wouldn't have the guts to seek trouble with Xiang Wentian."

"It is rumored that he has been injured by a master of the Demonic Cult. I don't know if it is true or not."

As soon as Xiang Wentian showed up, both the good and evil wanted to kill him. Some wanted revenge, some wanted to eliminate evil, some wanted to gain merit, and some wanted to gain fame.
Zhao Rong was not surprised at all.

If it were somewhere else, they would fight to death.

But not everyone can run wild in Hengzhou Prefecture.

"I didn't want to disturb you from your retreat, but now they are heading our way," Quan Ziju got on the horse, holding the reins. "It's really hard to deal with these people coming down from Blackwood Cliff."

"No problem," Zhao Rong smiled slightly, "I was so quiet that I wanted to go for a walk down the cliff a few days ago."

"Autumn has arrived in Xiaoxiang, and everywhere is beautiful."

"We can't let these people destroy the beautiful scenery of Yanfeng Mountain and Shigu Mountain."

He was calm and composed, his tone was calm.

Quan Ziju, Lu Songfeng and other fellow students were influenced by him and felt more at ease.

"Drive~!"

"Drive~!"

"..."

They urged their horses towards Hengyang.

There were also many wanderers in the post station, and many of them stood up and looked in the direction they left.

The discussion became louder and louder:
"Is that Young Master Zhao from the Hengshan Sect? No wonder there are so many Hengshan disciples at the post station. It turns out he has been in seclusion on the Five Gods Peak!"

A round-eyed man speculated, "I see that the people from Hengshan Sect came in such a hurry. They must have discovered Xiang Wentian's whereabouts, so they asked Young Master Zhao to come down the mountain."

"Xiang Wentian? Who is that?"

The tea seller who was sitting against the pillar with a bamboo basket in his hand was also a curious person.

Not far from him, a bearded man was carrying a red copper knife on his back, and his accent had a hint of Gan dialect.

"He is a traitor of the Demon Cult. He killed more than fifty people who were chasing him in Baling a while ago. He is extremely fierce and powerful. If you meet him, you will probably be scared to death by his eyes."

"Hahaha."

The tea seller held his stomach and laughed: "A glance is nothing. If he buys my tea, I won't be afraid even if he has a long tongue."

The people around him all laughed and didn't argue with him.

“Go, go, go”

"Let's go up and watch the fun. I wonder if Senior Brother Hengshan can defeat Xiang Wentian."

When outsiders heard this, they felt a little dizzy and thought it was like a fairy tale:
"Can that young man just now fight Xiang Wentian?"

A few clang sounds were heard and many people paid for their tea.

They carried weapons and hurriedly chased in the direction where the Hengshan disciples disappeared.

"huhuhuhu"

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and the wind grew stronger.

Several Jianghu people who spoke with Hengyang local accents looked at the two tables of outsiders with a smile, and left a message for them before leaving:

"Go to Hengyang City and ask around, you will soon understand."

"Who has the final say in the Hengzhou martial arts world now?"

Amid the astonished expressions of some people, these people who loved the excitement also followed.

……

Wugong Mountain is one of the three famous mountains in Jiangnan.

The mountains are so densely packed with mist that you can't see them; only half of the pines are visible, and half of the rocks are.

In autumn, the forests in the mountains are dyed with colors and the meadows on the top of the mountain are golden.

In this most gentle season, climbers in previous years included not only drinkers and tourists, but also martial artists.

It is quite interesting to discuss martial arts, practice boxing, wield guns and sticks, jump into streams and swim in deep pools in the mountains and rivers.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful these days, and all the literati who come here are inspired to write poetry.

but
It is hard to find any of the martial artists who used to roam the mountains now.

The people from the Jianghu who have arrived at the thoroughfare between Hunan and Jiangxi and the throat of Wu and Chu no longer care about the northwestern scenery of Pingxiang.

The colorful forests are far less glaring than the patches of scarlet!

Yuanzhou Prefecture, Pingxiang.

The rain finally stopped after three days in a row, but the sky was still gloomy.

The thunder was still brewing, and there was a refreshing chill in the air. The autumn wind blew, and there was a scent of pine.

Outside a stretch of lush pine forest, a few squirrels were jumping around.

Suddenly, there were loud sounds of footsteps, horse hooves, and human voices, which frightened them so much that they fled in all directions into the forest.

Outside the pine forest, there is a pond with six wooden trestles leading to a huge two-story octagonal stone pavilion in the center of the pond.

The left and right pillars of the pavilion are inscribed with the words: "The evening mist has cleared and the birds have all gone home. Listen to the sound of pine waves in the Songtao Pavilion."

rustling.
The sound of wind blowing in the pine forest was clearly audible. The white clothes of the man in the pavilion were stained with mud and blood. More and more people gathered around him, but he showed no fear and continued to drink by himself in the pavilion.

"Xiang Wentian, today is the day you die!"

"on!"

"It will be a great achievement to take the head of this traitor!"

Someone yelled.

Then more than a dozen people rushed over from the six piers. After a fight in the pavilion, the blood on Xiang Wentian's body became deeper.

But none of that blood was his.

"Dong dong dong~!"

There were even more corpses in the pond.

Xiang Wentian sat down to drink again, holding the wine glass, looking at the pine forest and the sky full of dark clouds. There were nearly four hundred people surrounding him, but he didn't even look at them.

Such an arrogant attitude stimulated a group of people in the martial arts world.

The people from the White Tiger Hall of the Demon Cult attacked again. The enraged martial artists no longer cared about whether it was a demon cult or not, and took up their weapons to kill them while the White Tiger Hall was rushing in front.

The man in white was seen leaping forward. He didn't even use his chain knife, but picked up a long knife and started slashing in the pavilion.

Less than half a cup of tea.

Songtao Pavilion became quiet again.

There were more than twenty bodies inside and outside the pavilion and on the pier.

"What a powerful skill!"

The smell of blood calmed many people down.

What bullshit rumor?
injured?
Is this what being injured looks like?

Looking at Xiang Wentian, who had a gaunt face and white beard, and then looking at the corpse on the ground, the people around him showed fear in their eyes.

God, you are so terrifying!
For a moment, there were many people surrounding, but no one dared to rush forward.

The people of the White Tiger Hall did not dare to charge again, and they were afraid that Xiang Wentian would escape. Chen Qingyun, the deputy leader of the Purple Flag, shouted:
"Xiang Wentian, you can't escape even if you run to the ends of the earth."

"Why not return to Blackwood Cliff with us?"

"Take the magic pill from the Eastern Patriarch, and he may spare your life."

Xiang Wentian sneered: "If you want to catch me, let me see what you can do."

"Do you dare to come up?"

"you!!"

The deputy leader of the White Tiger Hall was extremely angry, but he also valued his life very much.

"Hahaha!" Xiang Wentian laughed sarcastically and drank another glass of wine.

Then he said coldly:

"Whoever comes up first will be killed by me."

The people from both the good and evil worlds around were immediately angry and afraid when they heard this, but among the more than 400 people, no one dared to go up.

In order to save face, Chen Qizhu of the White Tiger Hall continued to shout:

“Xiang Wentian, if you really have the courage, wait for the elders of Tianfeng Hall and Zijin Hall to arrive.”

"How can you be called a hero if you hide from here and there all the time?"

Xiang Wentian said coldly, "What kind of hero are you?"

"Even if your White Tiger Hall Master Shangguan Yun came before me, he wouldn't dare to be as arrogant as you."

As he spoke, he suddenly threw the steel knife on the stone table in the pavilion!
I heard a "whoosh" sound!

The deputy flag leader who had just spoken was stabbed in the heart and died with his eyes wide open and angry.

Everyone just saw the knife flashing, but couldn't see how it flew out.

Being able to use the long sword as a hidden weapon and wield it so quickly shows how high his internal strength is!

Xiang Wentian, who was covered in blood in the pavilion, had become a killing god in their eyes.

The title of King of Heaven is indeed not wrong.

The onlookers became timid and their hands holding the weapons were not as firm as before.

Xiang Wentian can leave at any time. If he runs towards the pine forest behind, who can catch up with him?
However, he had no intention of running away at this moment.

He glanced at the people around the water pavilion and frowned slightly.

These are all small fish and shrimps, the big fish have not arrived yet.

"It's not enough to have only the elders from Tianfeng Hall and Zijin Hall. It would be better to bring Bao Dachu and Sang Sanniang and their group from Hangzhou Prefecture as well."

"I will lead them further south, and go to Hengyang to look for Qu Yang, and then return to see the Saint Lady."

"According to the date, they may have come down from Luoyang."

Xiang Wentian felt somewhat anxious, secretly cursing these members of the Demon Cult for being useless and too slow.

The two elders were not sure they could capture him, so they stopped and walked along the way, waiting for help.

Xiang Wentian only hoped to meet Bao Dachu and his group.

In his eyes, those stationed near Hangzhou Prefecture are the big fish.

Drink three glasses of wine
Xiang Wentian's ears moved.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. The noise was getting louder and louder. They could even hear the sound of mud and water splashing!

People from both the good and evil worlds couldn't help but look in the direction of the person coming.

Xiang Wentian showed an expectant look.

Soon, they saw a rider in front.

I saw a big, strong horse with white hair on its head running wildly with its head raised. When it stopped, it raised its feet high like a bent bow and neighed excitedly!
When the horse's hooves stepped on the pine needles, Huang Biao's horse shook its head and turned slightly, and everyone saw the young man in blue on the horse.

His eyes swept over the onlookers.

The members of the Demon Cult didn't wear any iconic clothing, so for a moment it was hard to tell who was righteous and who was evil.

In Songtao Pavilion, Xiang Wentian, who was about to continue drinking, paused.

The anticipation in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

Next, he took out the previously unused chain knife from his waist.

His eyes were fixed on the young man in green, ignoring the dozen or so riders around him.

This time, the big fish has finally arrived.

'Why is he here too?'

Before this, he was surrounded by 400 people, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of crisis.

But when I saw that impressive face, I suddenly felt uneasy.

That night in Fengyang County, although he underestimated the enemy and was not clear about the opponent's moves, he almost lost his life. This was something he had not experienced in a long time.

Xiang Wentian didn't know Zhao Rong's origins, but how could the people in the underworld at the junction of Yuanzhou and Hengzhou not know him?

Someone who knew him shouted immediately:
"He's a master from the Hengshan School!"

"It's Young Master Zhao!!"

"The Hengshan Sect's magic sword has also come down the mountain!"

"Young Master Zhao must have come here for Xiang Wentian. Could it be that he wants to fight against the King of Heaven?"

"..."

some people exclaimed.

The others looked at the young man on Huang Biao's horse. Even if they had never seen his face, they had heard of his name.

Hearing what everyone said, his expression suddenly became interesting.

Even the White Tiger Hall and the fringe members of the Demon Cult showed a hint of fear.

They suffered a great loss in Hengzhou Prefecture.

Xiang Wentian was in the pavilion, and now another difficult character had arrived.

As the local righteous big brother.

As soon as the eighteen riders from the Hengshan Sect arrived, the righteous people surrounding them immediately made way.

Zhao Rong caught sight of Xiang Wentian in the pavilion.

I felt very resentful towards him.

Instead of trying to find a way to rescue Lao Ren, why did he run to Hengzhou Prefecture and bring about a lot of trouble.

The four hundred people looked towards Xiang Wentian in the pavilion.
Suddenly found something unusual!

After Senior Brother Hengshan dismounted and approached, Xiang Wentian, who had been sitting down drinking, suddenly stood up, and the expression on his face finally changed.

The King of Heaven, who didn't take them seriously, seemed to be very concerned about the arrival of this young man.

Just this discovery caused waves of anxiety in everyone's heart again.

"So you are from the Hengshan School."

Xiang Wentian restrained his expression and suddenly became troubled.

Trouble.
If this person were in Hengyang, it would be extremely dangerous to go looking for Qu Yang.

At that moment, all the doubts in his mind disappeared, and he guessed why the Saint Lady's people had suffered repeated setbacks in Hengyang City.

even
He suspected that Qu Yang was dead.

When everyone heard Xiang Wentian speak, they all looked at Zhao Rong.

Have they met before?

Do you still know each other?
But Zhao Rong was not stupid, he didn't want to play around with Xiang Wentian.

Shaolin Temple can protect anyone they want, because they have the biggest fists.

Now that so many eyes are watching, and people's words are scary, he doesn't want to cause any misunderstanding at all.

Zhao Rong didn't say anything either, but drew his sword first.

With just this one action, everyone understood.

It seems that they have fought before.

Seeing this, the demon sect members of the White Tiger Hall revealed a cunning look, and a deputy incense master whispered: "Let them fight first."

"When they start fighting, look for my signal."

"Let's rush up together and kill Xiang Wentian!"

The leader of the Green Banner asked, "Where's that kid?"

"We are outnumbered now, so don't worry about that kid for now, lest we get besieged. Once the masters from the sect arrive, kill them all, no matter if they are from the Hengshan Sect or any other sect!"

"it is good!"

"..."

As they discussed in a low voice, Zhao Rong on the other side had already stepped onto the pier with his sword in hand.

"Xiang Wentian, you tried to sneak attack me that night, and I was looking for you everywhere." "I didn't expect you to dare to approach Hengzhou Prefecture."

It was awkward to hear a young man speaking like this to the top master of the Demon Cult.

Or rather, extremely arrogant.

However, Xiang Wentian in the pavilion did not refute.

This contrast really made everyone present feel incredible.

Is it
Did those rumors underestimate the future leader of Hengshan?
"Hahaha!"

Xiang Wentian smiled boldly: "Everyone calls me the King of Heaven. Where in the world can't I go? Where in the world can't I go?"

"Do I need your permission to enter Hengzhou Prefecture?"

Everyone saw that the young man did not stop for a moment.

He walked step by step towards the man in white in the pavilion.

A few days of heavy rain caused the water in the pond to overflow onto the pier. He stepped on the blood water that was tinged with a faint scarlet color, making a tapping sound, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.

Before this, none of the more than 400 people had the courage to do so.

"You are free to enter Hengzhou Prefecture, but you have a grudge against me. If I see you, I will settle the score with you."

Xiang Wentian said:

"That depends on how much weight you have."

“Wow~!!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he shouted loudly, overturned the stone table in the pavilion and smashed it out!
Zhao Rong stepped on it firmly, causing the accumulated water on the pier to explode.
The whole person was lifted up and jumped, and the next step was on the flying stone table. Using the force of the air, he flew out like a wild goose, heading vertically towards the top of Wentian's head!
Just this one move of light skill made the crowd look surprised.

Xiang Wentian squeezed hard, and the porcelain cup for drinking instantly broke into pieces.

He exerted his strength, using the same hidden weapon method that the Demon Cult elder used to throw the Black Blood Needle.

The fragments hissed, cutting the air like a curtain,
Sprinkle in the future!

Zhao Rong's method of circling with his sword is somewhat different from before.

It was originally an arc of light like a moon disk, and now it bloomed into flowers. The sword flowers were like lotus flowers swaying on the water, floating up and down, guarding the front tightly.

Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique!

At this moment, his hands were full of the shadows of Hengshan swordsmanship, which made everyone look confused, not knowing which set of Hengshan swordsmanship it was!
There were continuous tinkling sounds, and the porcelain pieces fell one after another.

Xiang Wentian was wary.

"This guy is really dangerous, and his sword moves are something I've never encountered before."

Calculating that Zhao Rong was about to fall in mid-air, Xiang Wentian swung his chain knife. With a rattling sound of the chain, the cold light on the knife pierced the landing point!
Zhao Rong clamped his legs against the pillar behind him and hung upside down in the pavilion.

A move of sword technique full of ancient charm directly swept away the knife light, and he had a feeling in his heart that he was about to act but had not yet done so.

This stimulated him to continue to pour out sword moves,

The sword's momentum changed, it was full of ancient simplicity, and it moved left and right, suddenly pushing away the chain knife.

He kicked the stone pillar with his feet and stabbed it in the air.
Go straight to the Wentian Yingchuang acupoint!

The ancient and mysterious sword of the Five Officials!
Xiang Wentian was smart enough. He would rather lose face than force himself to take the sword.

While swinging the chain knife to block, he retreated backwards, gradually dissolving Zhao Rong's sword force.

The two men were fighting in the pavilion, and the long swords and chain knives were dazzling.

After thirty moves, Zhao Rong changed to a vertical position, twisted the sword and turned.

He blocked the chain knife continuously, then suddenly picked up the sword, changed his moves again, and stabbed out in an ordinary way, still aiming at the Yingchuang acupoint!

Xiang Wentian's hair stood on end and he felt an instinct to escape.

When I thought about how weird this kid was, he made the decision without any hesitation.

“Hey~!!!”

He shouted loudly, and jumped off the ground with his feet, breaking through the wooden roof of the pavilion and rushing straight to the ceiling~!

Just as his body was pulled away, Zhao Rong's sword suddenly split into sword shadows, causing the wooden pavilion railing behind Xiang Wentian to break into pieces.

After failing in one move, Zhao Rong became very suspicious, wondering where the flaw in the Five Divine Swords technique was.

How did the opponent notice it?

He stretched out his hand, rolled up the wood chips, and threw them into the air!

Xiang Wentian turned the chain knife in his hand, and it was as if there was a whirring fan in front of him, blocking all the wood chips.

But in this short gap, Zhao Rong had already jumped onto the roof of the pavilion along the side.

While Zhao Rong is still unstable.

Xiang Wentian used the chain knife to hook and lifted up the keel of the pavilion roof and smashed it down!
"Hey~!"

With a loud bang, the sword light split the dragon bone into two halves, and it fell into the pond with a loud bang!
Xiang Wentian had a lot of experience in fighting enemies, and knew that Zhao Rong was about to summon his true energy again, so he took advantage of the opportunity to launch an offensive.

The two chain knives moved together along with the rustling sound in the pine forest, all attacking the vital parts of the head and neck!

One cut is faster than the other!
Mingyin Nine hits again!

People around Tingtang saw the chain knife in Xiang Wentian's hand flying, and the sound was like a death warrant.

but
The young man's sword was faster than Xiang Wentian's chain knife. Nine tinkling sounds seemed to fill his ears in an instant!

The strong and rapid sound produced by this internal force vibration made many people feel uncomfortable.

Some people have covered their ears!

"Stab~!"

Xiang Wentian dodged to the side, and the chain failed to block it. A big hole was pierced in his clothes on his chest, and his skin could already feel the chill from the sword.

He used this move of Nine Sounds to kill countless pursuers.

The second time he used it against Zhao Rong, it was broken again!
Moreover, the feeling of this broken move made Xiang Wentian feel horrified.

The last sword curtain had phantom lights.

That move almost cost him his life, it must have been a fatal move.

But at this time.
Before he could even use that move, his ultimate move was broken.

When he thought of the other party's age, he immediately guessed that he might have made great progress in swordsmanship.

The moment Xiang Wentian's brain was working rapidly, he held the chain knife in front of his chest with both hands to block the long sword that was slashing at him!
In less than a hundred moves, there have been several thrilling moments!
We must never continue to fight with this dangerous style of play!
Zhao Rong's phantom sword had just been raised and stabbed out. Xiang Wentian simply parried and immediately exerted force with his feet to break the roof of the pavilion!
To the people around him, it looked like he was stabbed by Zhao Rong with a sword.

The members of the White Tiger Hall were overjoyed, thinking that Xiang Wentian was seriously injured.

The deputy incense master made a gesture.

"kill!"

The others rushed in, and the twenty-six people with the green flag, together with the deputy incense master who gave the order, rushed in together.

He shouted, "We have taken Xiang Wentian's head!"

"This is the head that the Eastern Cult wants. Who wants to take it?!"

This voice was quite shocking.

Although the Hengshan disciples were not afraid, they did not move because Zhao Rong had given them instructions.

Seeing that the Hengshan disciples did not move, those righteous people naturally did not take any action either.

Everyone continued to stare at the pavilion in amazement. The young man in blue knocked Xiang Wentian off the roof of the pavilion, then chased him down with a sword.

There was a noise all around
Is this the next leader of Hengshan?

The rumor is wrong, the rumor is wrong!
How could the martial artists in Hengzhou Prefecture be so ignorant and spread rumors about the strength of the young leader of Hengshan?

The rumor is so conservative that it is a shame among the martial arts world.

What the hell is this killing of the Five-Colored Flags? This is fucking lawless, chasing after the emperor and killing him!
The White Tiger Hall's men rushed to the center of the battlefield. They wanted to kill Wentian, but Zhao Rong's sword was not very sharp.

After he chased down, he unfolded the Five Divine Swords.

With a move of Tianzhu Cloud, the whole body is filled with sword light, like smoke and cloud locking the body, hovering beside the body.

Although ordinary cult thieves are brave, their eyesight is far inferior to Xiang Wentian's.

They don't even have the ability to see through a glimmer of light!
Xiang Wentian used these people to fight with Zhao Rong. Twenty-six people from the Green Flag stepped forward, and screams rang out one after another!
After the two masters fought for thirty moves, only the deputy incense master was left dead!

The deputy incense master, who had a sword wound on his chest and back, tried to escape but was killed by Xiang Wentian with a single sword strike.

The people around saw clearly that, except for the seriously injured deputy incense master, all the others were killed by the man from Hengshan.

The sword passes and you die.

Killing people faster than before!

Xiang Wentian's heart was filled with shock and he stared at the young face.

"The sword techniques are strange and varied, and even my strange weapon is hard to resist."

'He still has a cold aura, and we can't fight him.'

'No, I really can't beat this guy.'

"His Qinggong is extremely high. If he pursues me relentlessly, I will probably have to spend a lot of energy to get rid of him."

"This is a big problem~"

He felt annoyed. If he had known he would catch such a big fish today, he would have abandoned the rod and run away long ago.

"Hahaha! Xiang Wentian, today is the day you die!"

At this moment, an old voice exploded.

Xiang Wentian's expression froze, and suddenly he heard the old voice say "Huh" again.

"It's you!"

"Boy, you caused me to be stabbed with a sword in Yingchuan that day, and you will die today too!"

The man who came was carrying an iron shoulder pole. He was Elder Yin from the White Tiger Hall.

The fringe members of the Demon Cult present changed color slightly when they heard the voice.

They looked at Zhao Rong, then at Elder Yin.

Elder, this. This. This is not good, right?

The righteous people were somewhat horrified. What great figure had come from the Demon Cult?

You are so arrogant!
Just kill the king of heaven.

Are you going to kill the guy from Hengshan again?

The members of the White Tiger Hall were about to offer some advice when they suddenly heard a loud and bold voice!

"Hahaha!"

"Xiang Wentian, you can't escape today even if you have wings!"

Hearing this voice, all the people in the White Tiger Hall's branch office dared not speak.

The second person was a big man with round eyes, and he was none other than She Wuluan, the deputy leader of the White Tiger Hall of the Demon Cult.

The big man with round eyes first looked at Xiang Wentian, then suddenly turned to look at Zhao Rong.

He laughed grimly: "Boy, it turned out to be you."

"If Xiang Wentian is going to die, you are going to die too!"

He stroked his iron hands, and the red lines in the palms became darker, obviously his Red Sand Evil Palm had made great progress.

When Zhao Rong saw the two men, he stopped attacking Xiang Wentian and lifted him up to the top of the pavilion.

Xiang Wentian smiled upon seeing this, and looked at these masters of the Demon Sect who were chasing him with special friendliness.

He would rather fight these people than the guy on the top of the pavilion.

What surprised Xiang Wentian even more was that these two people actually had an old grudge with that kid.

That’s great news.

"Brother Yin, Brother She, you are one step ahead."

This voice drowned out the sound of pine waves and was clearly heard by everyone present.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sound of horse hooves, and the horse in the front was wearing silver-scale armor, looking majestic.

Sitting on it was an old man in his sixties, wearing a standard yellow suit, and was obviously the yellow-robed elder of the Demon Cult.

The voice just now came from this old man.

The elder was followed by more than sixty people, two of whom were riding horses with purple-gold flags and a sun-moon flag.

The purple-gold flag is slightly smaller, which shows that it belongs to someone from the Purple Gold Hall.

Behind the old man were two sturdy men, each with a high forehead and bulging temples. They were shirtless and their muscles were as hard as iron.

It seems that they are all tough guys who are good both inside and out.

"Brother Shi, you are not too late."

Elder Yin of Tiebiantan said, "But where is my brother Wu? Why is he not here?"

"Could it be that we were stopped by people from Songshan Sect and Shaolin when we were crossing the Central Plains?"

Elder Shi Kezhang said:

"The Songshan Sect has been frightened by the beating. Brother Wu came here with great fanfare and stepped on Zuo Lengchan's face. He dared not say a word in Zhengzhou."

He looked proud:
"Who dares to offend the majesty of the Eastern Patriarch now?"

He pointed at Xiang Wentian and said, "Xiang Wentian is the biggest traitor of our sect. If General Manager Yang orders him to die, how can he live?"

"Not bad!"

"Xiang Wentian, Manager Yang wants you to die, how can you live?"

This voice actually came from the pine forest behind.

Soon, the sound of footsteps became more and more frequent.

It turned out that these people formed a big circle and surrounded Songtao Pavilion.

Zhao Rong saw another fifty or sixty figures walking out of the pine forest, led by an elder also in yellow, and there were several masters.

Elder Yin and others over there shouted "Brother Wu". From their brief communication, Zhao Rong learned that this person was also an elder of Tianfeng Hall.

The situation was more complicated than he realized.

The power of the Demon Cult that was hunting Xiang Wentian was not originally so strong.

Ever since Dongfang Bubai came down the mountain, Yang Lianting's status has risen again. The White Tiger Hall is his old subordinate, and the newly emerged masters of the Tianfeng Hall and the Zijin Hall probably want to kill Xiang Wentian to show their loyalty.

The strength of the elder in yellow should not be underestimated.

"Xiang Wentian, surrender and follow us to Blackwood Cliff."

This old voice was rather dull and seemed more low-key than the previous ones.

So familiar!
Zhao Rong said inwardly, and looked towards the place where the people from the edge of the Demon Sect were scattered. There was an old man with a white beard and a long face.

It was Sun Zhongqing, the leader of Xuanwu Hall whom I met in Xiaoyaojin.

This person left the deepest impression on Zhao Rong.

Extremely cunning and difficult to deal with.

He was still alive and well after fighting with Master Zuo.

Judging from the sound, he seems weaker than the people around him.

But he has extremely high skills, which come from the Dian Cang Sect. He is good at using the Panyang Huilong Sword and has the Panyang Divine Palm.

There are four major halls, four yellow-robed elders, and a group of masters.

All right, all right.
Brother Lian, you have great power.

Since you defended Dongfang Bubai, I will let you go this time.

You can take the head of the king of heaven.

Zhao Rong no longer wanted to get involved in this muddy water.

Near Songtao Pavilion, except for the grinning fringe members of the Demon Cult, all the righteous people in the martial arts world changed their expressions.

Many people have decided to quit and don't want to get involved any more.

Everyone heard a low sound of something falling to the ground.

The young man on the top of the pavilion went down to the pier on the other side and distanced himself from Xiang Wentian.

No one doubted the boy's strength at this moment.

He did this only to represent the attitude of the Hengshan School.

His Hengshan sect would not interfere in the internal strife within the Demon Cult.

The fringe members of the Demon Cult who had been here for a long time did not say a word. Although many people from the White Tiger Hall died at the hands of Zhao Rong's sword, they witnessed the whole process and were unwilling to say a word.

Zhao Rong got down from the pavilion and took a few steady steps.

Suddenly, White Tiger Deputy Hall Master She Wuluan laughed and said:
"Kid, who told you to leave?"

Zhao Rong paused.

He turned to look at the big man with round eyes, "What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly, please say it again."

"I said."

She Wuluan frowned:
"Kid, who told you to leave?"

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