On Zhongnan Mountain, a battle is about to begin.
But there was a burly man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a simple expression, who came to the foot of the mountain with a thin young man.
The man was dressed in coarse cloth and looked to be in his thirties, just like an ordinary farm man. There was no trace of the unruly or arrogance of a martial arts practitioner in his brows.
His handsome features and pure eyes naturally gave him a sense of calmness and reliability.
On the contrary, the young man was obviously thin and frail, but his eyes always showed a bit of sadness and loneliness that had gone through the vicissitudes of life.
Only the occasional hint of cunning on his face made people think he was a naughty boy.
These two people were Guo Jing and Yang Guo who came from Peach Blossom Island to Zhongnan Mountain.
The two seemed to have a verbal conflict in front of Puguang Temple at the foot of the mountain.
Guo Jing was extremely angry and smacked the stone tablet beside him, half of it was buried in the ground and shook violently.
The two Quanzhen disciples who were inquiring about the news at the foot of the mountain saw this man knocking half of the stone tablet into the ground with his palm, and they were both horrified.
"There was news from the door before that the evil heretics who came to attack Chongyang Palace today used the name of slapping the stone tablet. I think this person is the devil who attacked the mountain."
The two Quanzhen disciples were horrified when they saw how powerful the enemy was. They immediately turned back to the mountain gate and sent the news back.
However, at this moment, Guo Jing had discovered them, his face suddenly showed joy, and he shouted: "Two Taoist brothers, please stay here. I have something to ask."
However, these two Quanzhen disciples just thought that the demon had discovered their traces and wanted to kill them. They were frightened and frightened, and their bodies became faster and faster.
Unexpectedly, Guo Jing only moved slightly, rising and falling a few times, as if flying and changing, and he was already standing in front of them.
"Two Taoist brothers are invited."
When the two Quanzhen disciples saw how fast his movements were, they became more and more shocked and horrified, fearing that they might be harmed by the enemy.
Guo Jing asked, but the two of them ignored him completely. They just thought it was a trick by the devil, and they shot him without hesitation, hoping to take advantage of him.
However, Guo Jing remained unmoved and allowed them to hit him with their palm techniques. His expression did not change at all, as if a breeze was blowing against his face.
The two Quanzhen disciples were extremely horrified, so they used even more brutal kicks, but they still couldn't cause any damage to the man, and couldn't even make him move.
They were so horrified that they could hardly believe that there was such a superb martial arts in the world.
At that moment, he didn't dare to hesitate anymore, he drew his sword out of its sheath, already thinking desperately, even the thin Yang Guo beside him was shrouded in the light of the sword.
Guo Jing was punched, kicked, and even pointed with a sword, but he never got angry.
But when he saw that they were attacking Yang Guo, he immediately became angry. He stretched out only two fingers and clamped the blade of one of them, and then used a slight force to make the other person feel like he was struck by lightning.
With a clang, the long sword was released.
His face was slightly cold, and he held the sword blade between his two fingers. With a slight shake, the sword hilt in front of him was like a hammer, and it hit the sword edge of another Quanzhen disciple hard.
The man's right arm was numb, his whole body was shaken violently, and his long sword was immediately knocked to the ground.
The two men were caught between lightning and flint, and their weapons were taken away from them. They were immediately frightened and did not dare to stay any longer. They cursed and turned around to run away.
For the first time in his life, Guo Jing was scolded as a lewd thief. He was immediately confused. As he asked questions, he saw no results and became more confused.
The two Quanzhen disciples took the opportunity to escape. When they arrived at the mountainside, they saw the disciples who had been arranged to guard the mountain. They breathed a sigh of relief and felt like they were surviving a disaster.
"Several fellow disciples, the devil at the foot of the mountain is really powerful!"
The two of them were so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat. They quickly explained what had just happened one by one, and then continued up the mountain to deliver the news to others without stopping.
These four disciples guarding the mountain were all disciples of Qiu Chuji, and the two who just inquired about the information were disciples of Wang Chuyi.
Because Zhao Zongli was unpopular, other disciples of Wang Chu's sect were also implicated.
Therefore, these four people did not think that the people from the mountain were powerful. They only felt that the two disciples of Wang Chu's sect had mediocre martial arts and were as timid as rats. They were scared out of their wits by the enemy, and they simply lost the face of the Quanzhen Sect.
"When the devil comes up, the four of us and I will work together to teach him a lesson and let him know that not all of Quanzhen's disciples are as useless as those two people just now."
The four of them were guarding the mountain road, and soon they saw Guo Jing and Yang Guo going up the mountain.
They had already determined that Guo Jing was the devil who attacked the mountain. No matter how he tried to explain, they turned a deaf ear. They drew their swords and attacked with ruthless moves, hoping to kill the enemy.
Guo Jing has been beaten with fists, feet and weapons since he went to Zhongnan Mountain. Even though he has a kind-hearted personality, he is a little angry at this time.
Immediately, he used the magical skill of snapping his fingers and flicked his fingers continuously. In just the blink of an eye, the long swords of the four opponents were knocked away from their hands.
The four Quanzhen disciples had no idea that such magical skills existed in the world. They panicked and shouted, "This thief knows evil magic. Run away quickly."
It quickly disappeared without a trace.
Guo Jing was called a thief one after another. He was given various explanations and even claimed his family status, but the Quanzhen disciples did not pay any attention to him.
"It's better not to get entangled with these people anymore. When we meet Zhenren Qiu, we will naturally find out the whole story."
"It's better not to get entangled with these people anymore. When we meet Zhenren Qiu, we will naturally find out the whole story."
…
Just when Guo Jing broke into the mountain, ninety-eight Quanzhen disciples had already set up the Beidou Formation in Xijianchi.
Lu Nianchou was in the formation, standing with a sword in his hand. His body was slouched, but in fact, his energy and spirit had been raised to an unprecedented peak.
He couldn't wait to experience how powerful Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were, and how invincible this martial arts hero who came from behind was.
At this moment, four generations of mountain patrol disciples rushed over, shouting loudly from a distance.
"Report, Uncle Feng and Uncle Wei found out about the thief at the foot of the mountain. There is a big devil with unfathomable martial arts who came up the mountain with a little devil."
Zhao Zhijing looked calm. He thought it was because the two third-generation disciples had poor martial arts skills and were afraid of thieves, so he said that the martial arts were unfathomable. He immediately scolded: "Why panic? It's just a thief, how can he pierce the sky?"
"I don't think he even has the ability to break into the Big Dipper Formation. He will be defeated by the Beidou Tiangang Sword Formation on the mountain road."
"Let me investigate again!"
The two Quanzhen disciples blushed upon hearing this, but Nuonuo didn't dare to say anything and quickly retreated.
However, less than a quarter of an hour later, someone else hurried up the mountain to report.
"The demon who rushed up the mountain was so powerful that he knocked away the swords of the four uncles under Master Qiu with his bare hands and rushed towards the Beidou Tiangang Sword Formation set up by Master Cui and others."
When Zhao Zhijing heard these words, his expression finally changed slightly.
Although the four third-generation disciples of Qiu Chuji's sect have not developed true energy, they are quite capable in both internal strength and swordsmanship.
Even if he was extremely familiar with Quanzhen swordsmanship, it would be impossible to knock away the swords in their hands with his bare hands. The thieves' strength was obviously far beyond his.
His eyes darkened slightly and he said: "You set up your formation here and don't move lightly. I will go down the mountain to investigate first and see the details of the enemy."
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Guo Jing and Yang Guo quickened their pace, but before they had gone far, they encountered seven more Quanzhen disciples, who deployed the Beidou Tiangang Sword Formation to guard the important road.
The leader was none other than Cui Zhifang, who fought alongside Lu Nianchou.
Guo Jing saw the seven people setting up the sword formation. Although he didn't take it seriously, he still felt it was a bit difficult to deal with. He immediately told Yang Guo, "Guo'er, wait for me at the back by the big rock, and go as far away as possible so that I won't be distracted by taking care of you. "
After Yang Guo hid himself, he showed some real kung fu, changing his body shape and stepping on the North Star position to control the flaw in the formation.
Then he used his deep internal energy to guide him, without using his hands or feet, he just shouted loudly: "Let go!"
Immediately, there was a powerful burst of force, causing the enemy's seven long swords to fly out from his hand, like a stream of light, and disappeared into the pine forest more than ten feet away.
When Cui Zhifang and the other seven people saw this scene, they couldn't help but look ashen and stood motionless.
While Guo Jing, Cui Zhifang and others were fighting, Zhao Zhijing was already on a rock, and he could see clearly from a high position.
"This thief is really powerful, I'm afraid it won't be easy to capture him." Zhao Zhijing's eyes flashed with a ruthless look, "In my opinion, there is no need to follow any rules when dealing with these evil heretics."
"I will take down the little devil who followed that devil up the mountain. When the time comes, he will definitely not be our opponent."
He made a decision, rose and fell, and relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he walked around the boulder where Yang Guo was hiding.
Yang Guo was so focused on the fight between Guo Jing, Cui Zhifang and others that he had no time to react before he was hit on the back of the head by Zhao Zhijing and fainted.
"Hmph! With this little devil in hand, I wonder what else you can do to fight us."
When he returned to the sword washing pool, he was holding a thin young man in his hand.
He casually threw Yang Guo to the ground and told his disciple Lu Qingdu, "This is what the bandits brought to the mountain. Go and lock him up for me. Guard him well and never let him escape."
Lu Qingdu was scared to death when he heard that the thieves were powerful, but now he got what he wanted. He agreed without hesitation, grabbed Yang Guo, and evacuated to the palace on the mountain.
The other three generations of disciples were originally a little bit disdainful and were unwilling to threaten the children's lives, but now they saw that it was a done deal and it was difficult to say anything more.
Just as Lu Qingdu left, a disciple ran out of breath and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, the Tiangang Beidou Sword Formation set up by Master Cui has also been defeated by the enemy."
All the Quanzhen disciples present were refreshed. The enemy broke through the mountain from the foot of the mountain, destroying everything along the way. No matter whether they were two, four or seven people, they could not cause any hindrance to them.
I really can't imagine what kind of devil he is, possessing such terrifying martial arts.
Not long after, everyone saw a burly man galloping towards him. He was obviously wearing a coarse short coat, but he gave off an awe-inspiring look.
As he stepped forward, the mountain wind blew his long hair around, and a clear voice resounded in the mountains.
"My dear, Guo Jing, sincerely went up the mountain to pay homage to Master Ma, Master Qiu, and Master Wang. Please don't stop me, Taoist brothers."
(End of chapter)
