"Xian Yutong, you hypocrite. Back then, Hu Qingniu saved your name and betrothed his sister Hu Qingyang to you. But you killed your wife and brother for the position of the leader of Huashan. There are not many of you in the world. Here comes such a villain!"
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Xian Yutong ignored the pain in his chest and cursed angrily: "The demon sect is talking nonsense! How can I, a great disciple of Huashan, be involved with Hu Qingniu!"
Immediately, Xian Yutong turned the folding fan in his hand, pointed the fan handle towards Jingzhou, and scolded: "When dealing with demons from the Demon Cult, why should you care about means? Let me let you know how powerful I, Huashan, am!"
"Hahaha, you can call me a sneak attack like this, but you live up to your reputation as a genius!"
Jingzhou had been on guard against this move for a long time. He immediately used the technique of great movement of the universe, gathered up his inner strength, and waved his clothes in front of his eyes. Xian Yutong suddenly smelled a sweet smell, and his head immediately became dizzy. Flying away.
Others didn't know what was hidden in his fan, but he knew it was golden silkworm poison!
In the blink of an eye, Xian Yu was lying on the ground, screaming like a slaughtering pig, the sound was so shrill that everyone who heard it felt chilled in their hearts.
Just listen to his miserable cry of "Ah...Ah...", each one became more miserable than the last.
He screamed a few times and shouted loudly: "Quickly...kill me quickly...quickly, kill me quickly!"
Jingzhou kicked Xian Yutong and asked, "What kind of poison is this?"
"Golden Silkworm Gu Poison, kill me quickly... kill me... ah... ah..."
When they heard about the golden silkworm poison, the faces of several older people in the righteous path suddenly turned ugly.
This golden silkworm poison is colorless and odorless, but it is the most sinister and vicious.
The poisoned person is like thousands of poisonous insects biting around the body, and life is worse than death.
Who in the world is not afraid of this kind of poison?
At this time, when these people looked like Xian Yutong, their expressions were obviously much colder.
"How did Hu Qingyang die? Why did you kill your senior brother Bai Yuan and blame it on me, the Ming Cult? If you tell me, I will give you a happy life. This life is not as good as death."
At this time, he was poisoned by the golden silkworm poison. Xian Yutong had no strength left in his body. He couldn't commit suicide even if he wanted to. He could only be conscious and could feel every pain in his body extremely clearly.
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, he was like a drowning man grabbing a straw. He didn't care about anything else and said, "It's me..."
As soon as Xian Yutong opened his mouth, two old men, one tall and one short, flew out from the Huashan sect and said sharply: "I, the leader of Huashan, can be killed but not humiliated. What kind of hero do you think you are when you do this?"
"You two old bastards, it's better to be quiet for a while."
After saying that, Jingzhou flashed, erratic, and approached the two of them like a ghost. With a wave of palm, he slapped the two of them on the shoulders, and immediately knocked them to the ground. He casually stepped away from the distance and tapped their faces. Acupuncture points.
"How can this be..."
"Those are the two elders of Huashan!"
Suddenly there was an explosion among the six sects. How could the two elders of Huashan be subdued by just one move?
The reputation of the two elders of Huashan is much greater than that of Xianyu Tong. How could such a person be unable to stop that young man from making a move?
Jing Zhou returned to Xian Yutong, kicked him again, and scolded him: "Speak quickly!"
"Yes, I brought it upon myself... Senior Brother Bai, it was me who killed... Hu Qingyang, also, it was me... who killed..."
"You played with Miao women in the early years and were poisoned by this poison. Later, you were rescued by Hu Qingniu. Hu Qingniu even betrothed your sister to you. In order to become the leader, you not only killed Hu Qingyang, but also killed your own master. Brother, blame it on my Mingjiao, right?"
"Yes, quickly...you...kill me quickly."
After Xian Yutong finished speaking, Jingzhou pointed his sword, and a sword energy suddenly shot out from his fingers, piercing his heart.
"What? The leader of Huashan can actually do such a thing?"
"Sure enough, you know people, faces, but not hearts!"
"Shame, it is really a shame in my righteous way!"
Discussions continued, and all the righteous disciples immediately moved their bodies to distance themselves from the Huashan Sect.
In their eyes, the Huashan Sect is just a piece of stinking shit.
I'm afraid that this stinking shit will stink myself.
The Huashan disciples were so embarrassed by their master that they wanted to crawl into the ground.
How could you imagine that the famous leader of Huashan could do such evil things that were worse than a pig or a dog?
Not only did they repay their kindness with sorrow, but they also killed each other. If their uncle, Grand Master, was not still lying in front of them, these disciples would have wanted to escape from Guangmingding as soon as possible. If they stood here for a moment longer, their faces would become even hotter. .
After kicking Xian Yutong's body in front of the Huashan sect, Jing Zhou put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "You'd better come together, so as not to waste time!"
When these words reached Song Qingshu's ears, he felt extremely arrogant.
Song Qingshu held the sword tightly with both hands. If he hadn't known that his martial arts skills were not as good as Xian Yutong's, he would have rushed forward to fight.
When they heard Jing Zhou's words again, no one said anything to refute. They all saw that Xian Yutong was kicked half to death just now, not to mention the two elders of Huashan who were not the enemy of that person.
Although his martial arts skills were better than those of Xianyu Tong, he was definitely no match for the young man in front of him, so they all looked at Master Kong Zhi of Shaolin.
Even He Taichong, Ban Shuxian and his wife have always been arrogant, and they dare not show off anymore at this time.
His Kunlun School's positive and negative Liangyi swordsmanship is comparable to the Huashan School's Liangyi swordsmanship. The two elders of Huashan are still being locked up there. Although the two elders of Huashan underestimate the enemy, this young man's martial arts skills are truly as high as his life. It's rare. What benefits can you gain by going up there?
Shaolin has always been the leader in martial arts. This time the six sects besieged Guangmingding. Although they did not elect a leader, Shaolin was still secretly the leader.
They looked at Shaolin, waiting for Shaolin to make up his mind.
When Kong Zhi saw everyone looking at him, he knew that this matter could not be avoided.
In this fight all the way, the Mingjiao's strength is really not weak. Not to mention that all the sects have suffered a lot of losses, and now they have seen the profound martial arts of the leader of the Mingjiao.
What's more, there are thousands of well-equipped Mingjiao disciples opposite them.
If they were to attack by force, I am afraid that most of the disciples brought from Shaolin this time would be trapped here.
Kongzhi thought for a moment and then said: "Amitabha, this benefactor, I, Shaolin, do not want to commit more crimes, so we will take action."
After saying that, Kong Zhi took the lead in taking action, and was followed by Song Yuanqiao and others. Although they didn't want to admit it, they knew that the person in front of them might not be able to win if he didn't use his full strength.
The two elders of Huashan were well-known figures among the older generation. They had anti-Liangyi sword skills in one hand and could be defeated by only a handful of people present. Even so, Jingzhou had not even had a chance to resist, even if they had not been tapped by Jing Zhou.
Kongzhi held an iron Zen staff and used Bodhidharma's Eight Dharma God Zen Staff as soon as he came up. The Zen staff rolled like a dragon in his hand, as if carrying a huge amount of gold, and the air exploded when he struck it. Everyone behind him was dumbfounded. .
The eminent Shaolin monk is truly extraordinary!
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