Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 99 Fighting the Heroes

Gu Mo finally understood Yang Qingtong's helplessness. This blatant and naked frame-up really made people feel powerless.

Yang Qingtong had gotten used to it. She had experienced this situation many times. Every time she was surrounded and intercepted by the righteous martial artists, she wanted to explain. However, every time, the people from the Moon Worship Sect would come out to disrupt the situation, making her explanations seem increasingly pale and powerless. Along the way, all the righteous people who were killed by the Moon Worship Sect were blamed on her.

At this moment, not only was there chaos inside the inn, but the streets outside the inn were also in chaos. It was impossible for the Moon Worship Cult to arrange only a few people to disrupt the situation. If they wanted to frame someone, they naturally had to arrange things beautifully to make it difficult for people to suspect.

"Kill them!"

At this moment, no one believed Gu Mo and Yang Qingtong's explanation anymore, and no one was willing to listen. Many people from the righteous path rushed towards Gu Mo and his companions.

Although they knew that most of these people were deceived and came to kill them because they did not know the truth, Gu Mo and the other two did not hold back at all. When they fought, they used every move to kill.

Those who kill will always be killed.
This is the iron rule of the underworld. No matter whether it is justice or evil, once you have entered the underworld, picked up a knife and started killing people, don't care why you kill people or why you are killed. There is no right or wrong, no worth or not, only win or lose.

The scene was very chaotic, with people pouring in from outside from time to time.

When the Moon Worshiping Sect members saw that Gu Mo and the other two had also started a fight with the righteous people, they knew that their goal had been achieved. The leader Pang Mingshan made a gesture to his men.

Pang Mingshan shouted, "Master Gu, Master Yang, the wind is blowing!"

Immediately, several Moon Worshipers threw out smoke bombs. In an instant, thick smoke spread rapidly like a surging tide. The pungent smell made everyone cough. Their vision was also blocked so tightly that they couldn't see their hands in front of them. The inn suddenly became quiet and no one dared to take action for fear of hitting the wrong person and hurting him.

In the corner of the inn,
Gu Mo slapped a gangster to death with a slap, and snorted coldly: "You want to run away after framing me? That's a good idea!"

Immediately,

Gu Mo stepped on the ground, and his figure suddenly rose up, just like a black eagle, moving freely in the smoke. He was blind, and he never relied on his sight but his perception. At this moment, the thick smoke in the inn made no difference to him.

He tapped his toes and unleashed the Cloud-Tired Leap, leaping through the wreckage of tables and chairs as if walking on flat ground. In the blink of an eye, he was behind the Moon Worshipers. He quickly flicked his fingers and launched several steel balls, blasting out with a sharp gust of wind. With a few "puffs," they accurately struck the knees of several of the worshippers. They screamed and fell to their knees, unable to move.

Pang Mingshan, who was at the forefront, had already reached the roof of an inn across the street. Gu Mo instantly soared into the air, his palms tumbling rapidly. A faint golden light shone from his palms. He slapped out from a distance, and the wind whistled like a roaring dragon, sweeping towards Pang Mingshan's back. Pang Mingshan felt an irresistible force surge from behind him, and it was too late to dodge.

With a loud "bang", the palm force hit Pang Mingshan's back solidly.

Pang Mingshan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew straight out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the backyard wall of the inn heavily, smashing it into pieces. He lay in the ruins, breathing out but not in.

And at this moment,
On the long street outside the inn, someone shouted, "That bastard Gu Mo is trying to escape! Everyone, help him!"

The person who shouted was the scholar who had been drinking in the inn before. His name was Golden Cup Scholar. He was a real scholar with the title of scholar. However, he failed the provincial examinations many times and spent all day drinking. However, his family-inherited swordsmanship was indeed not weak. He made a name for himself in the martial arts world and was well-known in the area. He was a first-class master in the martial arts world.

"Who are you calling a bastard?"

Gu Mo shouted angrily, activated his power, and slapped out with his palm. A dragon roar sounded, and he slapped towards the Golden Cup Scholar. The palm wind was so strong that it actually broke the Golden Cup Scholar's sword.

The Scholar with Golden Cup vomited blood and flew backwards. When he was about to hit the stone pillar and get hurt again, a Taoist priest came out from behind and supported the Scholar with Golden Cup's back with his palm. Unexpectedly, the power was beyond his expectation and he flew backwards as well. However, he acted as a cushion for the Scholar with Golden Cup and saved half his life.

"Thieves should not be so arrogant!"

At this time, Fan Yixiong, the leader of the Iron Fist Gang, chased out and rushed towards Gu Mo with a loud shout. At the same time, several people surrounded him. All of them were famous masters in the martial arts world, including Zhao Meng, the Iron-Armed Ape, Sun Lie, the Deadly Knife Tyrant, Qian Yizi, the Thunder Sword Shadow, etc. There were a total of nine first-class masters who were well-known in the martial arts world. Behind those people were many good players from the righteous way.

"Just in time!"

Gu Mo shouted loudly and slapped out with his right palm. It was the "Kang Long You Hui" from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. This palm seemed simple, but it contained endless power. The palm wind whistled out like a surging torrent, rushing directly towards the most densely populated area of ​​the crowd.

Fan Yixiong, who was rushing in the front, was famous for his pair of iron fists. Facing the terrifying momentum of Gu Mo's punch, although he was a little surprised, he also had absolute confidence in his fists, and he did not avoid it and went straight to the attack.

However, at the moment when the fists touched,

Fan Yixiong's arm was bent by a palm and hit his chest. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell to the ground, screaming in pain. His fists were shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Mo spun, thrusting both palms together, unleashing "Flying Dragon in the Sky." He leaped high into the air, and between his palms, two giant dragons seemed to swirl and dance, sweeping in all directions with overwhelming force. Wherever his palms struck, the bluestone slabs on the ground exploded, sending debris flying. Iron-Armed Divine Ape Zhao Meng and Deadly Blade Tyrant Sun Lie joined forces to counter the blow, but Zhao Meng's blood surged and his arm shattered. Sun Lie's blade, however, slipped from his grasp and stabbed into his thigh.

Gu Mo showed no mercy, and took advantage of the situation to launch another "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" move. He suddenly leaned over and slammed his palms heavily on the ground. A powerful palm force spread rapidly from the ground. Wherever it passed, the ground instantly collapsed, and huge cracks appeared. Another group of masters lost their footing and fell to the ground, spitting blood. Gu Mo did not stop and continued to strike.
Faced with Gu Mo's powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the fear in the hearts of the heroes grew wildly like weeds. However, Gu Mo seemed tireless, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on, forcing the heroes to retreat step by step, and the originally tight encirclement became shattered.

Soon, the dense crowd of righteous people on the long street retreated like a tide. Including the Golden Cup Scholar, there were actually ten top-notch masters in the martial arts world. Under the siege, they were all defeated by Gu Mo, some died and some were injured.

At this moment, the snow has not stopped.
There were at least three hundred martial arts heroes on the long street, if not five hundred, but they were all intimidated by Gu Mo alone, and no one dared to step forward.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd said, "This Blind Gu is vicious, but those two women can't be as vicious as him, right? I heard that Blind Gu and his sister Gu Chudong depend on each other for survival. If we capture Gu Chudong, Blind Gu will definitely surrender!"

"That's reasonable. Although it's against the moral code of the martial arts world, there's no need to talk about it when facing an evil heretic like Blind Man Gu."

"Where is Gu Chudong?"

"In the inn over there, I remember there were Thousand-Handed Divine Whip Shen Wanren, Nun Jingxin, Taoist Lingxu, and a group of other masters who hadn't come out yet. Gu Chudong and Yang Qingtong must have been captured!"

"..."

however,
Just as the righteous heroes looked towards the inn,

There was a movement in the inn which was still shrouded in smoke.
At some point, the door of the inn had been closed tightly. Everyone could only hear bursts of shrill screams coming from inside from time to time. The sounds were so sharp and creepy that it made people's hair stand on end.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door of the inn was thrown open with great force, and thick smoke poured out like a surging tide. Immediately afterwards, several figures stumbled out, looking extremely embarrassed.

Looking closely, they were Shen Wanren, the Thousand-Handed Divine Whip, Master Jingxin and Taoist Lingxu. These three were all well-known first-class masters in the martial arts world. They were usually very majestic, but at this moment they were in tattered clothes, with messy hair, and their faces were full of fear and unwillingness.

Only half of the long whip was left in Shen Wanren's hand and fell to the ground helplessly. Master Jingxin's monk robe was cut into several large holes, revealing the monk's clothes underneath; Taoist Lingxu's Taoist cap was nowhere to be found, and his messy hair danced wildly in the wind.

Their steps were unsteady, they supported each other, their eyes were full of panic, and they stumbled away as if there was a ferocious beast chasing them.

Just as everyone was astonished, a black shadow flew out of the inn like a ghost and landed steadily in front of the three people.

She exuded a chilling aura and carried no weapons, but her hands were as red as jade, surrounded by wisps of blood-colored qi.

Nun Jingxin and the other two exchanged a glance, then attacked immediately. Shen Wanren's whip ripped like waves, Nun Jingxin's whisk transformed into thousands of silver threads, and Taoist Lingxu's long sword gleamed with a cold light.

Gu Chudong didn't dodge or evade, but met the attack with her bare hands. Her jade hands flew, and blood-colored true energy spread, instantly entangled with the offensive of the three people.

In the blink of an eye, there were a few crisp "crack" sounds, and amid the exclamations of many righteous heroes on the long street, Shen Wanren's long whip, Nun Jingxin's whisk, and Taoist Lingxu's long sword were torn into pieces by her bare hands.

The three men looked terrified, and before they could react, Gu Chudong swung his palms with a powerful internal energy and hit them right in the chest.

The three of them flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground and died.

This scene,
Once again, the righteous heroes on the long street fell into silence.

I was just thinking about using Gu Chudong to restrain Gu Mo, but in the blink of an eye I found that Gu Chudong also came out.

At this time, bursts of shrill screams were still ringing in the inn. After a while, it became quiet. Yang Qingtong walked out holding a long sword that was still dripping with blood. Her whole body was soaked with blood.

The three of them stood side by side in the middle of the long street.

Hundreds of righteous heroes were suppressed into a dead silence, and no one dared to speak.

Until a certain moment,
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, "Hero Shang Buyu of the Canglan Sword Sect is here!"

Suddenly, the crowd surged.

Immediately afterwards, news like "Master Chang Si is here too" and "Master Yin has arrived" were heard from time to time, which excited the people of the righteous path.

(End of this chapter)