With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 115: Master Dingyi, old man Qu Yang!

"Who?!"

The sound came from the west.

However, before they even saw him, the disciples heading south to Mount Song were already in disarray.

The flashing sword light swept into the crowd like a raging storm. Linghu Daxia, the chief henchman of the second generation of Huashan disciples, remained silent as his sharp blades slashed through throats and chests.

Screams and cries of agony filled the air, and several people died in an instant.

"The Three Heroes of the Smiling Proud Wanderer? Why are they back again?" Monk Bujie was stunned for a moment before asking subconsciously.

Master Dingyi's expression tightened. These three people first helped Hengshan kill the demonic sect members, so why are they now attacking Songshan?

"Master, lift the black cloth covering your face, and you'll know immediately!"

Upon hearing this, even if Ding Mian were stupid, he would guess that these three people were after them.

Seeing this, Yue Hou no longer needed to hide anything. He mustered his strength and shouted angrily, "Huashan, Li Che!"

Before he could finish speaking, the black cloth was removed. "Le Hou! It was you?!"

Master Dingyi was furious; at this moment, she finally saw who the wicked were.

They set an ambush and killed them, then pretended to come to their rescue.

Mount Song's stigma was dispelled without a fight, but Mount Heng was dragged onto a pirate ship.

How cunning and vicious!

Enraged, the old nun killed Yue Hou. The sword, held to his neck, slid across his neck, leaving only a finger-width bloodstain on the blade, demonstrating the unwavering resolve of Abbess Dingyi.

Ding Mian's eyes were bloodshot with rage. The newcomer's sword was pointed straight at him, and he was making one dangerous move after another. He was fighting against himself and Xia Chen alone and was not at a disadvantage at all. It was too late for him to save Le Hou.

The six chief protectors and dozens of disciples descended Mount Song together.

They set a trap, but they themselves were also caught in someone else's trap.

He glanced to the south and saw that most of the Songshan disciples had fallen dead in an instant, and even his junior brother Fei, who was already seriously injured, was in critical condition.

Looking at Hengshan again, with the senior monk guarding the front, it would be difficult for them to abduct the nun.

At this moment, we can no longer care about the stigma surrounding Mount Song; we must let Senior Brother Zuo know about this matter!

Li Che instantly understood their meaning, "The nun, the senior monk, and the Hengshan disciples are all protected; I can handle these two thieves!"

"I'll stop him, get out of here!" Ding Mian shouted.

"Senior brother!"

Ding Mian did not respond, but suddenly took half a step back, placed his palms horizontally in front of his chest, and slightly bent his ten fingers as if supporting a heavy object.

Li Che glanced at it and thought, "Posing?" It really does look like he's holding up two towers!

In the blink of an eye, Ding Mian crossed his palms, and his right palm followed the momentum, striking out like a giant hammer beating a drum. The palm force was concentrated and did not disperse. He risked breaking his wrist and went straight for Li Che's chest.

Judging solely by palm strength, this person is even stronger than Le Hou.

But the palm strike with Yue Hou just now was to lure Ding Mian out of the way and to test the depth of the Great Yin-Yang Hand.

Now that the situation was already hopeless, Li Che had no interest in playing a game of comparing internal strength with him.

He swayed, dodging the palm strike head-on, twisted his wrist to raise his sword, and lightly touched Yanggu.

This move, seemingly an attack but actually a evasion, was extremely agile and demonstrated the essence of the Dugu Nine Swords' palm-breaking technique.

Unexpectedly, Ding Mian let out a muffled groan and unleashed a powerful palm strike that spread outwards, transforming from a single point into a surface, sweeping across like an invisible wall of energy.

Li Che felt power emanating from all directions and couldn't help but secretly praise, "Excellent palm technique!"

With a light tap of his toes, he leaped several feet into the air, then stacked his feet twice, rising several feet higher again. At the same time, he turned around and thrust his sword down.

The nuns from Hengshan who were watching the battle exclaimed in surprise. Lightness skill and leaping were commonplace, and with sufficient internal strength, it was not difficult to stand up on the spot.

But with nowhere to gain leverage in the air, it was as if one was stepping on an empty staircase, allowing one to rise and regain control of the body once again—something truly unheard of.

"This man's martial arts are truly superb; even I, the great monk, am no match for him. Li Che of Mount Hua?" Monk Bujie scratched his head, then turned to Abbess Dingyi and asked, "How old is he? Is he married?"

Master Dingyi ignored her completely.

The monk, having been turned away, chuckled to himself to ease the awkwardness. When he turned back, he saw the "white-haired monster" taking advantage of the moment and leaping back.

"Trying to run away?"

The senior monk took three steps in an instant, raised his python arm high, held his staff, and only swung it halfway before the staff flew out of his hand with a hissing sound as it broke through the air. The crescent blade gleamed with a ghostly light as it cleaved horizontally like lightning.

"ah--!"

With several loud thuds, the monk's staff broke through the wood and passed by, only embedding itself in the muddy forest floor when it was exhausted.

The white-haired immortal Bu Chenren lay sprawled on the ground, curled up like a silkworm cocoon. His hands were painted dark red with blood, but he could not stop the gaping wound on his severed leg.

Hearing the screams, the nuns glanced at the scene before looking away. The head monk had intervened, and the scene was truly horrific.

As Ding Mian heard his junior brother's cries growing weaker and weaker, grief overwhelmed his heart.

Perhaps there is still a trace of regret.

He regretted his poor judgment and hated himself for not going with the twelve men to kill the boy!

With the fighting force of Songshan completely wiped out, I fear I will not escape death either.

The situation at Mount Hua is now firmly established, and more than half of the Thirteen Protectors have been lost. Senior Brother Zuo's grand ambitions... are doomed to fail.

If that's the case, why bother cherishing your life?

Ding Mian stamped his foot, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly, unleashing all the internal energy from his dantian.

The left palm followed the right palm in a series of strikes, the two palms rolling like giant wheels, each strike heavier than the last.

The palm strike whistled, the ground pebbles rolled and dust flew, enveloping everything like a mist.

Li Che's cold eyes narrowed. Fighting for your life? You're probably not qualified!

A clear sword light pierced through the overwhelming palm strikes, the falling sword neither piercing the palm nor severing the wrist.

The sword tip deflected, pointing directly at the area between the left shoulder and collarbone.

He didn't understand how the "Pagoda-Bearing Hand" technique involved exerting force, but this was the only gap between swinging the arm and passing the palm.

Ding Mian was shocked, but he did not withdraw his palm. Instead, he bent his left arm and grabbed the incoming sword. He then returned his right palm to his ribs and delivered the sword. This was the final move of the Pagoda-Lifting Hand, which was called "Dragging the Sky and Suppressing the Mountain".

He should have used both hands, but his left hand was already used to suppress the sword. It is unknown whether his right palm can suppress "Che"!

"Giggle—!"

The sword pierced the flesh, revealing the white bone.

Li Che secretly admired his fierceness, so he decided to give him some dignity.

They then met with a single palm strike, the sound like muffled thunder.

This time, Li Che did not use a gentler approach; when he struck out, purple clouds appeared on his face, and his internal energy flowed out through his arm.

In less than three breaths, Ding Mian let out a muffled shout and was sent flying backward.

puff-!

Ding Mian's heavy body crashed to the ground, his pagoda-holding hand slumped to his side, and he vomited blood incessantly. In just an instant, his face turned ashen and withered.

"Li...Li Che?"

"It's me!"

Li Che lifted his bamboo hat and removed the black cloth covering his face. The others didn't seem to notice anything, but the big monk's eyes lit up and his mouth gaped open.

"I only regret that I didn't go that day."

Even if you go, you might not be able to kill me.

"My junior brother Lu?"

"I killed him!"

"That..

""

"No need to ask anymore, you're right!"

"Okay, okay! Ha..."

""

At the same time, Linghu Chong pulled the long sword out of Fei Bin's chest.

Overnight, six more of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan were killed!

"Uncle-Master Dingyi, we meet again."

Dingyi looked ashamed. "Nephew Li, I am so grateful for your help. I almost believed your lies. I am truly ashamed."

"Uncle Master, there's no need for that. The Songshan Sect acts in a despicable manner, and you, being an upright person, are bound to be bullied by such scoundrels."

To be honest, Zuo Lengchan has already made several attempts to attack Mount Hua. My master was worried that my uncle might be plotted against on his journey north, which is why he sent his nephew to follow, just in case.

"Ah~ Sect Leader Yue is kind-hearted and has a strong sense of justice. He is truly admirable."

By the way, who are the other two...?

Li Che laughed heartily, "Big brother, second brother, we're all on the same side now, no need to hide it."

"Linghu Chong pays his respects to Senior Uncle Dingyi!"

"Master Dingyi, this old man is Qu Yang!"

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