A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

Chapter 107 Divine Weapons, Yellow Robe Makes its Appearance

The crescent moon cast a soft glow across the valley.

Song Qingshu twirled his longsword in a graceful flourish, pointing it at the old monk. "Playing tricks, who goes there?"

The old monk ignored him and looked directly at Miejue, Yu Lianzhou, and the others who were walking slowly towards him.

"How dare you!"

"Do you intend to fight me?"

The old monk suddenly looked at Song Qingshu, and an overwhelming aura swept over him as he slightly turned his head. Song Qingshu felt the surrounding air become heavy, as if it were carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, and for a moment he was unable to speak.

"You must not be rash, Qing Shu," Yu Lianzhou said, stopping him. He leaped to a spot ten feet in front of the old monk, and after seeing clearly his features, which were both withered and handsome, he was astonished that there could be such a person in the world.

In an instant, the old monk's oppressive aura shifted towards Yu Lianzhou. He immediately became wary, secretly circulating his energy and spirit to its peak. His shock surpassed even the moment he saw the other's face clearly.

When martial artists cultivate and reach a certain level, as their understanding of heaven and earth improves, they gradually enter the state of oneness with heaven and man. From within, they generate power that can influence or even control others on a spiritual level.

In Yu Lianzhou's perception, his master had this kind of aura, and the old monk in front of him also had it. Apart from that, in his half-life in the martial world, he had never felt this aura from anyone else, not even the Shaolin monks who went to Wudang several years ago.

"Lianzhenjia?"

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"It is indeed this old monk." Lian Zhenjia smiled coldly.

"Xiaofu, Minjun, Jingxu, you all step back." Miejue said this and stepped forward. The Emei disciples quickly retreated. Shao Xishan, Gao Muyang, and Yin Liting were all perceptive people. They kept their distance and surrounded Lian Zhenjia.

"This old monk comes and goes as he pleases. Even if Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi from Wudang are all here, what can they do to me?" Lian Zhenjia's gaze swept over the crowd. "In the world today, there are only three or five people who can earn this old monk's respect. Zhang Sanfeng is one, and if your master were alive, he would be half one."

Extinction said coldly, "If my master were alive, how could he allow a wicked monk like you to commit such evil deeds?"

"Quite the boast." Lian Zhenjia smiled coldly. "Let's see how many moves you can withstand from this old monk."

As Lian Zhenjia finished speaking, she raised her arm and elbow, causing her monk's robe to flutter in the air.

"Excellent, the show is about to begin."

On a high ridge on one side of the valley, Wei Yixiao clicked his tongue in admiration, then turned to Bai Xilou and asked, "How is Lian Zhenjia's cultivation?"

"None of us have ever seen the Master's face. In the past, when we carried out our missions, the ones who relayed our instructions were either Vice Master Xia or Master Yunze."

Celestial messenger.

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Wei Yixiao had asked similar questions before, but the reason why he suddenly asked again was simply to see if Bai Xilou's words were true or false.

"Alone, you can take on Miejue, Yin Liting, Yu Lianzhou, and others; you must possess genuine talent and skill. Do you regret following me?"

Bai Xilou said decisively, "It is an honor for Xilou to follow the Bat King."

Wei Yixiao chuckled.

As the group turned to the side of the woods, Chen Yu emerged from the shadow of a large tree and took out the Flying Fire Meteor, a communication device used by the Emei Sect, from his robes.

Chen Yu, Elder Yuan, and Lan Caidie hid in the mountains near Changchun Valley, and after waiting for less than an hour, they saw Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and dozens of others who had followed them up.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware that the oriole is behind it.

The three followed the other party to the camp at night.

What Wei Yixiao saw, Chen Yu also saw clearly.

He roughly guessed that the person who appeared at the camp was Lian Zhenjia. The other party was alone, while the demon monk Yunze, Tang Qianhuan, and the Five Poisons Sect members were definitely hiding in the woods ahead.

At the valley camp, Lianzhenjia waved his sleeve in the air, and the entire forest behind him seemed to move, instantly shattering the eerie and tranquil atmosphere before the great battle.

"kill."

"To avenge Master Cheng."

"Capture and exterminate them alive."

The stars and moon moved across the sky, casting sparse shadows in the forest, where densely packed figures moved and crisscrossed.

"laugh----"

A red firework shot into the sky and exploded in the night.

The moment Yunze, Xia Jingzhe, and Wei Changning rushed out, they saw fireworks exploding above the mountain forest on their flank.

Shen Tiangu, the leader of the Thunder and Lightning Sect, blurted out, "It's the Emei Sect's message fireworks."

Xia Jingzhe's face darkened. "The old nun Miejue had a trick up her sleeve. I'll face the enemy from the side."

"it is good."

Yunze responded, his body stretching out as he charged straight into the valley. Xia Jingzhe, Wei Changning, and the others rushed towards the forest where fireworks were blooming.

Within a short time, Wei Yixiao glanced back and cursed, "It must be that brat Chen Yu! I'll capture that little thief and eat his blood to vent my anger!"

Chen Yu, Elder Yuan, and Lan Caidie, who had been verbally abused by Wei Yixiao, darted and weaved through the forest, rushing towards the valley.

Fireworks burst open in the mountains and forests, leaving Lian Zhenjia momentarily stunned, before she gave a sinister smile, "So what if you have some tricks up your sleeve?"

"You'll only know if you're tough when you fight." Miejue retorted sharply, her figure transforming into a swift shadow as she rushed out, her horsetail whisk swirling towards Lian Zhenjia.

"Sixth brother, let's go together."

"it is good."

Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting, one on the left and one on the right, unleashed two sword lights like dragons, their sword strikes swift and fierce, producing a piercing sound of tearing silk in the air.

Lian Zhenjia tucked her chest and gathered her breath, her muscles and bones crackling like roasting soybeans as she thrust out a palm.

Extinction first sensed an abnormal airflow, then smelled a fishy odor at the tip of its nose. In an instant, the silver threads of its whisk curled back.

"Beware of the demonic monk's poisonous palm strike."

With a shout, Miejue immediately discarded her whisk, guided her qi with her mind, and fully utilized the internal energy of the Emei Nine Yang Skill in her dantian. With her right hand, she used "Buddha's Light Shines Everywhere" to quickly deflect the incoming palm.

With a loud bang, the whisk exploded between the two overwhelming palm forces. Then, the two palms struck each other, like an autumn thunderclap. The pebbles and grass under Miejue's feet were all turned to dust. Her shoulders swayed and she staggered backward, leaving imprints on her feet.

"You've got some skill. You've got some brains, actually using gloves to guard against my Poison Palm Divine Skill." Lian Zhenjia laughed loudly, his monk's sleeves billowing up like a vortex of gale. In a flash, three figures swirled together, and with a rumbling sound, Yu Lianzhou retreated step by step, while Yin Liting's long sword flew into the sky.

"Sixth Hero Yin, be careful."

A gleaming sword light pierced towards Lian Zhenjia from the side. The old monk slammed his sleeve down like an iron fan, instantly breaking the steel sword in Ji Xiaofu's hand into several pieces. Her body then flew backward and crashed several feet away.

"Xiaofu, my sister." Rescued by Ji Xiaofu, Yin Liting pounced on Lian Zhenjia like a mad tiger, only to be intercepted by a sword light that appeared out of nowhere.

Tang Qianhuan, Chongze, and the alluring woman from the Five Poisons Sect who wielded a whip joined the battle. The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect and Bilin Cave, along with the disciples of the Emei and Hengshan Sects, clashed like two great tides.

With a flick of his right hand, Miejue unleashed a dazzling sword light that flashed through the air before emitting a sharp whistling sound. The Heaven-Slaying Sword pierced towards Lian Zhenjia like a bolt of lightning.

Yu Lianzhou launched a pincer attack.

The leaders of the Hengshan Sect, Shao Xishan and Gao Muyang, stopped Chongze and the woman wielding the whip.

Lian Zhenjia's tall and slender figure swept towards Miejue with a gust of wind like the sound of the ocean. His sleeves wrapped around the Yitian Sword and instantly turned into fragments. However, Miejue was knocked over and thrown out by the overwhelming force from the opponent's sleeves.

In a flash, Lian Zhenjia, who had been repelled by the power of the lightning, twisted his feet and spun halfway around. With a powerful palm strike, he deflected the longsword in Yu Lianzhou's hand. Suddenly, Yu Erxia's left hand sank and transformed into a tiger shape, gripping the opponent's waist and ribs.

He was about to use the "Tiger Claw Extinction Hand" when his five fingers touched something that felt like he was grabbing a piece of ironwood. Immediately afterward, an indescribable force surged through his fingertips and into the Sanyang Jiao Meridian, instantly numbing his meridians.

Yu Lianzhou was greatly surprised. This demonic monk possessed immense and unstoppable internal energy, yet he also had poisonous techniques mixed in. It was truly impossible to guard against.

Lian Zhenjia smiled coldly, his shoulders slumped and relaxed, and with a thud, Yu Lianzhou was quickly pushed back. The old monk followed closely, intending to kill one of them first.

"You wicked monk, take this!"

In a very short time, Chen Yu, Elder Yuan, and Lan Caidie arrived at Lian Zhenjia's side. Chen Yu wrapped a black cloth around his left hand and rolled lime and phosphorus needles towards his opponent. With his right hand, he rapidly wielded the Longquan sword, splitting it into five sword flowers that struck five major acupoints on Lian Zhenjia's upper body.

Elder Ape and Blue Butterfly stood on the left and right, their two sword lights intertwining like lightning.

"Lime, haha, it's actually lime, using lime to scheme against this old monk." Lian Zhenjia's voice was filled with anger as if Chen Yu had stabbed him. A golden light, like a ribbon, swirled around his body. With several clangs, the figures that had been flying together scattered in all directions, and broken swords whistled into the night sky.

"Boy, you've angered this old monk." Lian Zhenjia's gloomy voice slowly came from the drifting lime powder and dust. His figure then stepped out from inside, with a purple-gold hammer in his right hand, which should have been hidden in his monk's robe.

Elder Ape looked at the broken sword in his hand and shook his head in disbelief.

Chen Yu rubbed his numb fingers and looked at the Longquan Sword. He saw that it was covered with cracks like earthworms crawling through holes. Suddenly, he remembered the tomb raiding notes of the evil monk Yunze, who stole the Purple Gold Hammer and the Kanglong Mace from the Qiantang Imperial Mausoleum and gave the Kanglong Mace to the Taoist priest.

Chen Yu let out a heavy sigh. The Kanglong Mace should have been given to Baisun Daoren, but the Zijin Hammer fell into Lian Zhenjia's hands. The hammer was not a sword, but it broke the treasured sword in Elder Yuan's hand, and the Longquan Sword was also damaged. He didn't know if the Yitian Sword could deal with it.

Yu Lianzhou was seriously injured, but he was still able to fight. In the blink of an eye, Yu Erxia, Miejue, Chen Yu and others formed a circle around him again. Lian Zhenjia shook the purple-gold hammer in his hand and smiled sinisterly, "Anyone else? Come on, everyone."

"And me too."

A cold, emotionless voice came from the night. Chen Yu slightly shifted his gaze, and a yellow figure gracefully floated down from the woods behind him. The movement was like walking on water, with dust rising from her silk stockings. In an instant, she was close by, and when she stopped, the curtain covering her face swayed like waves.

The woman held a sword in each hand, but both swords were jet black, without any luster, and looked like black wood. They had no sharp points or blades, but rather rounded tips and blunt edges. Their sizes and lengths were completely identical. The swords were called the Gentleman's Sword and the Lady's Sword, and the swords belonged to the woman in yellow.

Chen Yu felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his heart. He had seen the other person at a restaurant outside Youyang a few days ago. Was he a descendant of the Ancient Tomb?

With a short flute, a long zither, and flowing yellow robes, shouldn't there be several maids as well?

Lian Zhenjia's gaze fell directly on the twin swords in the woman's hands. After a long while, he smiled arrogantly, "Heir of the Ancient Tomb!"

The woman in yellow said coldly, "I've been looking for you for a long time, but I never expected you to be hiding in Wuling Mountain. There are some scores that need to be settled."

"Come on, let's see how much of Yang Guo and his wife's true learning you've acquired."

The two exchanged a few words, but the amount of information they conveyed was so much that Miejue and Chen Yu were unable to process it for a while.

Miejue's mind was buzzing; he thought to himself that this girl was a descendant of the Condor Heroes.

Chen Yu thought to himself that Lian Zhenjia was not young. Could it be that she was living in seclusion and that besides Zhang Sanfeng's demon-slaying, she was also related to Yang Guo? Or perhaps she had already been to the Ancient Tomb and fought with the woman in yellow.

The woman in yellow held a gentleman's sword in her left hand and a lady's sword in her right, indicating that she regarded her opponent as a formidable foe and intended to employ the technique of "ambidextrous fighting."