In the early morning, Guangmingding, Xianxian Gorge.
There are high mountains on both sides. Where the long road passes, they are like big axes that cut off, sticking into the ground and touching the sky, going straight up and down.
Emei Wudang masters directly use Qinggong to climb to the top of the mountain to clear a path to prevent someone from falling on the mountain, such as rolling rocks, explosives, kerosene, etc.
The six major sects, as well as a group of small sects who came after them, totaled thousands of people and charged directly at the first line gorge.
In the swearing-in meeting before departure, the elders and leaders of each sect were enthusiastic and admonished the disciples. Everyone was even prepared to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, even if they die without regrets.
According to reliable information from the Shaolin Sect, the top leaders of the Ming Cult: the left and right light messengers, the three guardian Dharma kings, the five scattered people, the four gates of "Heaven", "Earth", "Wind" and "Thunder"; "Ruijin", "Giant Wood" and "Flood" The five flags of "Fire" and "Thick Earth" have gathered at the Guangmingding Main Altar.
Moreover, the Tianying Sect’s three temples, namely “Tianwei”, “Ziwei” and “Tianshi”, and the five altars of “Sacred Snake”, “Green Dragon”, “White Tiger”, “Suzaku” and “Xuanwu” have also arrived.
Even though the distance was long and the mountains were high and the roads were dangerous, only the elite came, and there were still thousands of people in total. Moreover, the Ming Cult occupies a favorable location and was assisted by many evil masters who had long been famous in the world.
The six sects can be said to have a narrow escape from death!
"Kill!" Yin Liting shouted, his eyes filled with grief and anger, risking his own life.
Today, either Yang Xiao dies or he dies, and only one can survive.
The six major sects felt something was wrong as they rushed towards each other. This journey was so smooth!
They have all rushed to the mountainside, but until now, no master of the Demon Cult has come to intercept them, and there is not even a decent resistance.
There is a conspiracy!
Looking at the bright summit on the mountain, which was almost Chi Chi, the leaders of each faction stopped.
"There is a problem. If the Ming Cult drops rolling rocks, kerosene, etc. when we are about to reach the top of the mountain, we are afraid that we will suffer heavy losses!" He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, frowned.
"Amitabha!" A monk shouted the name of the Buddha and walked out slowly. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and had a majestic appearance. He held a string of rosary beads in his left hand. He was none other than Emptiness, one of the three great monks of Shaolin.
"What Benefactor He said makes sense. Although we, the righteous people, are not greedy for life and afraid of death, we should die in a worthy way. I think it is better to let a few people with outstanding qinggong skills explore the way first.
It's best to break up the ambush above so that we can rush up the mountain. "
Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi looked at each other and nodded: "From the Wudang Sect, my fourth junior brother and I will go first."
Kongzhi stepped out: "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
Seeing Kong Zhi, many people suddenly looked solemn. This was not only one of the three great Shaolin monks, but there were also rumors that Kong Zhi had mastered eleven of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
The highest record of Shaolin in the past 800 years is twelve stunts. Kong Zhiz mastered eleven. Although he did not reach the highest level, he was far beyond ordinary people.
Afterwards, Miejie and others responded one after another. They were a group of masters who wanted to deal with the possible enemies on the top of the mountain first, or at least make them unable to fall down the rolling rocks.
"Up!" As a master of Shaolin martial arts, Kong Xing said loudly.
The sound shook the valley, and the level of internal power was frightening.
Then more than a dozen light kung fu masters from the six sects rushed to the top of the mountain using their own methods, preparing to fight hard.
As a result, everyone finally relied on their abilities and tried their best, even hiding here and there to avoid possible hidden weapons, and reached Guangmingding.
Where are people?
Half a quarter of an hour later, the six sects gathered together at Guangmingding. They looked at the rows of houses in front of them and the servants fleeing in panic inside. They looked at each other.
This line of gorge is the last natural danger of Mingjiao, but no one defends it, which is really bizarre.
Could it be that the master of Mingjiao suddenly changed his temper and wanted to fight them with real swords and guns?
is it possible?
Fearing that there was an ambush inside, everyone immediately did not dare to move.
In the end, Miejie stood up: "Master Kongxing, all the major sects respect your reputation in the martial arts world and unanimously recommended you to be the one who gives orders to attack Guangmingding.
You should say something! "
He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun, said quickly: "What else can I say? The Demon Sect cannot leave a single person alive and must eradicate its evil, otherwise it will resurrect in the future and it will definitely endanger the world."
Although Kunlun Mountain is large, there are only so many people, and as a result, there are two major sects, Kunlun and Mingjiao. The key is that the strength of the two sects is very different. In recent years, the Kunlun sect has been almost overwhelmed.
If the Mingjiao were to be spared at this time and they had their hands free, He Taichong doubted whether his Kunlun sect could survive until the end of the year. By then, the family would be exterminated, and there would probably be no one to burn paper money for him.
Kongxing meditated for a moment, then stood up and said loudly: "Amitabha, members of the Huashan and Kongtong sects, please kill all these fleeing remnants of the evil sect.
The Wudang sect searches from east to west, and the Emei sect searches from west to east. Don't let anyone from the Demon Sect be caught. The Kunlun faction prepared fire to burn down the demon sect's lair.
I, a Shaolin disciple, prepare the magical weapons, recite the scriptures of the past life, and save the heroes who died for the six sects and the demon sect, and eliminate the injustice! "
The disciples of the five sects were stunned for a moment after hearing this.
This Shaolin knows how to play!
However, it is our duty to slay demons, defend the law, make a name for ourselves, and steal their treasures!
"Kill!"
An hour later, the final square of Guangmingding was filled with people.
There were fewer people in the west, and nine out of ten of them were dripping with blood. They were either sitting or lying down, and they belonged to the Ming Cult. The number of people at the east end was several times greater, divided into six piles, and all six factions were present.
Looking at these seriously injured Mingjiao masters in front of them, the six major parties looked at each other and felt it was unbelievable. Who is this extremely powerful person who injured these masters before them?
You must know that none of these masters lack the strength of the leaders of the major sects.
After a moment of silence, Kongxing looked at Song Yuanqiao and said doubtfully, "But Master Zhang is here?"
Song Yuanqiao was also a little doubtful. If he was to say that he was the only one in the world who could wipe out all the high-ranking officials of the Ming Cult, his master would be the only one in the world. But isn’t Master playing with birds at home and not having time to come?
Everyone in the Ming Cult was injured and sitting on the square, all of them feeling extremely guilty.
In the current war, they were still fighting among themselves last night, competing for the position of the leader of the Ming Cult. As a result, at the critical moment when they were competing for their internal strength, a Shaolin monk quietly stepped onto the Bright Summit and struck with a sneak attack, seriously injuring all of them.
If it hadn't been for the kid that Monk Peng brought in a bag and made a sudden breakthrough, today might have been their memorial day next year. It's a pity that Yang Xiao and others secretly smiled bitterly as they looked at the decent people who were watching eagerly.
Not far away now.
When the White-browed Eagle King, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, arrived, he felt like crying when he saw that all the superficial brothers who had competed with him for the leadership were seriously injured.
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Why did he travel thousands of miles to help? Of course he is the leader of the Ming Cult.
As a result, now everyone is seriously injured, so how can we fight? Now, not only is the Mingjiao gone, but so is the Cry of the Eagle.
After asking about the situation, Yin Tianzheng looked up to the sky and sighed.
These pig teammates!
"Amitabha! Kill the evil spirits today!" Kongxing held a Zen staff and said with murderous intent.
A tall, bald old man stood out from among the members of the Ming Cult. His eyebrows were as long as snow, his eyes were drooped, his nose was hooked, and he had an eagle's beak. He was Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King.
The Eagle King shouted: “Slow down!
You are all upright heroes, but we are all seriously injured now, old, weak, disabled, and even defenseless.
If I am besieged by you and die like this, I, Yin Tianzheng, will never rest in peace!
And if what you, the righteous people of martial arts, do is spread, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by people in the world? "
"Then how are you doing?" He Taichong shouted.
Song Yuanqiao looked at him helplessly. What else could he say at this time? Rush over and kill, isn't it a one-and-done?
Pig teammates!
Yin Tianzheng laughed loudly: "Even if I, the White-browed Eagle King, die today, I will die at the hands of a hero. If anyone can defeat me alone, then I will be convinced!"
His laughter was like thunder, attracting everyone's attention. Min was a master.
Zhang Songxi stood up directly: "Zhang Songxi is good at Wudang Mianzhang. Senior Yin, please teach me!" After saying that, he rushed over.
At this time, everyone in the Ming Cult was still recovering from their injuries, so they naturally had to fight quickly.
After a moment, the two of them exchanged hands, with the wind blowing from their palms and the power reaching several feet away. It was obvious that both of them were extremely skilled. Their bodies were turning and they were fighting extremely fast.
The onlookers watched intently, and some began to calculate the gap between themselves and the top experts.
Yan Mie glanced at it twice and stopped paying attention.
The chickens and dogs are vulnerable!
He turned around and saw that all the disciples were staring intently. He glanced at it and asked curiously: "Where is Zhiruo?"
The tall Jingxu stood at the end and said with a smile: "Junior sister Zhiruo is treating the injuries of the righteous disciples."
Jiejie was stunned for a moment, then searched behind the disciples of the six sects, only to find that at the very back of the team, Shaolin had specially arranged a place to house the injured.
The little apprentice was happily treating his injuries in the back. The smile on his face was the first time she had seen it since the battle between good and evil.
"Your sword wound is a bit deep. I will apply some anesthetic and detoxification medicine on you first, and then sew it up for you. Don't be afraid, it will be fine in about a month. During this period, be sure to keep it waterproof and stain-proof!" Zhiruo! Judo.
The Shaolin disciple was a little dumbfounded: "Thank you, Fairy!"
"You're welcome. You are a great hero who slays demons and protects the Tao, so you should."
The Shaolin disciples immediately raised their heads, wishing they could stand up and go in to fight.
The next one was a disciple of the Huashan Sect. Because he was chasing someone too fast, he accidentally fell and broke his leg.
Looking at the fairy-like junior sister who was setting his own bones, the Huashan disciple blushed. He tried his best to take it out of his arms and took out an ingot of gold: "Junior sister, I picked this up on the mountain. It's a small gift, not a respectful gift. "
Zhiruo was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took it: "This, this is not good."
"That's right. If I lost my legs, I wouldn't be able to survive in the world. Junior sister, you saved my life!" The disciple was very grateful.
If there is one, there will be two. After a while, the bamboo basket behind Zhiruo contained a lot of gifts from the disciples.
And I don’t know why, the gift-giving is so competitive. You give gold, I give jewelry, you give swords, and I give martial arts secrets. Everyone is afraid that their gifts are too light and will be looked down upon by fairies.
Whenever they see the fairy smiling, the disciples even feel suffocated.
Why are there such beautiful girls in this world?
After a while, Zhiruo looked at the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, Huashan Sword Technique, and Kongtong Seven Injury Boxing Manual in his hand... and fell into deep thought.
If this were known to the elders and masters in front, these disciples wouldn't be purged, right?
Besides, she is not very interested in martial arts secrets. The Great Completion of the Nine Yin Manual contains almost all the changes in the power of martial arts in the world. Now she knows what is going on just by looking at the few moves, and she can even use the exact same moves very quickly.
After treating the injured, he returned the secret book. Zhiruo happily returned to his master with a large sum of gold, silver and jewelry.
I have money again to buy delicious food for Lele and myself!
At this time, Mo Shenggu was facing off against Yin Tianzheng in the square. Mo Shenggu's long sword seemed to have turned into a soft belt, gently twisting and erratic. It was exactly the Wudang Sect's seventy-two moves of "Finger Wrapped Soft Sword" .
This "finger-winding soft sword" relies on the strong internal force to bend the sword blade, making the sword moves flicker and erratic, making it difficult for the enemy to block it.
Yin Tianzheng was already dominant with his powerful claws, but he was at a disadvantage after fighting with this kind of swordsmanship. The spectators could not help but shout in unison.
Jiejie looked at the smiling little apprentice next to him and felt helpless.
I don’t know why this talented girl became obsessed with making money.
As a direct disciple, I don’t have to worry about food or clothing in Emei. What’s so good about gold and silver? Could it be that the mighty Emei sect could still starve her?
Moreover, the young apprentice seemed to have no idea of his stunning appearance and completely ignored the looks of the injured disciples behind him.
She suspected that if the young disciples went up to fight now, those disciples would risk their lives to tear a hole in the enemy's hands if they saw Fairy Zhiruo, whom she had always dreamed of, being harmed.
"Hey, Zhiruo, what do you think of the fight between Mo Daxia and the White-browed Eagle King?" Miejie asked with a sigh.
Zhiruo glanced at them: "We are evenly matched. If the fight continues, both sides will suffer losses."
Miejie nodded. He was a top-notch master who had experienced hundreds of battles. He was familiar with all the changes in strength and power of his moves. He had almost no weaknesses. There were only a few possibilities to defeat them.
The first: absolute speed or strength; the second: off-field means: poisoning, underhanded moves; the third: wheel fighting, which consumes a person's energy abruptly.
Now the purpose of these six major factions is very simple. No one wants to get hurt, so they just start fighting. Of course, in name, they were competing with the Ming Cult in turns, but this Yin Tian was trying to show off his strength and had to keep fighting.
A moment later, Mo Shenggu's long sword suddenly broke through the air and stabbed Yin Tianzheng's chest. When the sword was midway, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it actually bent over and stabbed his right shoulder diagonally.
Yin Tianzheng had never seen such sword skills before, and he hurriedly ducked his shoulders to avoid it. Unexpectedly, there was a soft clang sound, and the sword bounced back and pierced his left upper arm. Yin Tianzheng stretched out his right arm, and for some reason, it suddenly grew half a foot taller. He flicked Mo Shenggu's wrist, grabbed his sword with his hand, and pressed his "Jianzhen point" with his left hand.
The White-browed Eagle King's eagle claw gripper has been unique in the martial arts for more than a hundred years and is unparalleled in the world. Mo Shenggu's shoulder fell into his palm. All he needed to do was squeeze it with his fingers, and his shoulder would be shattered into pieces and permanently disabled.
Yin Tianzheng sighed and said, "If it's one thing, how can it be any more?" He actually withdrew his strength.
Mo Shenggu stayed there. Although he won the first move, the opponent deliberately did not kill him and did not hurt him. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Senior Domeng, show mercy."
Then he turned around without even using the sword.
When he arrived at the Wudang camp, he looked at each other with Song Yuanqiao, his eyes incomprehensible.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang have a very deep friendship. Over the years, they have been working together so well that they can even understand each other's intentions with just one look.
But now Lao Qi's meaning is very simple, just tell him.
Damn, come on!
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