Gu Boyang proposed to cross Qixia Mountain through the animal trail in the back mountain, which coincided with Xia Yun's original idea. He made a prompt decision and abandoned his horse and donkey to hike up the mountain in the hope of getting rid of the pursuers and finding another way. As for whether to sneak back to Tongling's headquarters, or go straight north to Heshuo, wait for the news to be found out, and then take action.
Gu Boyang took the lead and led the way. After trekking for most of the day, he climbed halfway up Sanmao Peak. The forest was vast, the wind was howling, and there was no trace of human beings everywhere. It has been many years since he left Qixia Mountain. I don't know when, but a simple and cramped Taoist temple appeared at the fork in the back mountain, blocking the way. There are only three rooms in the Taoist temple. In the middle is a portrait of Lao Tzu riding a green ox. On the left is a firewood shed and on the right is a toilet. Lying on the bluestone is a sloppy Taoist with three inches of dirt on his body. He squints his eyes to bask in the sun. A look of contentment.
Everyone stopped to rest for a while. Gu Boyang stepped forward and chatted a few words with the sloppy Taoist in his local accent, explaining his purpose. The Taoist lazily got up and muttered: "There used to be a mountain road here, but it was deserted. Over the years, it has collapsed into disarray... Are you pilgrims who go to the top of Lingyan Rock in the back mountain to burn incense and pay homage to Buddha? It doesn't look like much!"
He Yanzi took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve, threw it into the Taoist's arms, and said with a smile: "If you want to get someone's money and eliminate disasters, don't talk too much, just get out of the way!"
The man let the silver roll to the ground, scratched his head and said, "This... seems inconvenient..."
Xia Qian couldn't help but interjected: "You are not a robber who cuts the road, nor are you a policeman on patrol, why are you occupying the road and not letting us go?"
The sloppy Taoist slowly got up and looked up at the Qiu Ming Sword in Wei Shiqi's hand. He said, "Young lady is right. I shouldn't have blocked your way, but - alas, I have nothing to do with that sword." The sword is old, the pearl is darkened, and the sword is covered in dust. I really can’t pretend to be a coward!"
He Yanzi glanced at Xia Yun, put on his deerskin gloves, and took out a few poison-quenched caltrops.
The sloppy Taoist shook his hands wildly and said repeatedly: "Don't... don't do it... save your strength. The old Taoist is just staying with someone else. 'Bronze Dragon' Jiang Boqu will be here soon. If you have anything to say, tell the rightful master!"
The Qixia Sect had a secret hidden here, which was unexpected. Even veterans like Wu Tong and Yi Lian missed it and didn't realize what he was hiding. He Yanzi caught a glimpse of the young gang leader nodding slightly, shaking his right arm, and three caltrops flying out in the shape of "pin". The sloppy Taoist was in a hurry, rolled up his sleeves, wrapped up the caltrops, and dropped them with a clinking sound. On the bluestone board.
"Why bother? The Qixia Sect is currently in charge of the 'Bronze Dragon'. Taking advantage of the old Taoist is so unworthy of martial arts..." The sloppy Taoist was chattering and talking, when a clear whistle came from the wind, and Jiangbo Canal rose and fell like a big eagle. , jumped down from the cliff, landed firmly on the ground with both feet, holding a sword, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked like a master from this world.
The sloppy Taoist smiled and said: "Jiang Tonglong, you seem to be out of breath! You are old after all. If you were twenty years younger, you wouldn't take this matter seriously at all!"
Jiang Boqu glared at his old friend and said, "If I don't come, can you stop them by yourself?"
"If you don't come, I'll take the money and let them go. Anyway, it's not my junior brother who dies!"
Sure enough, it was "Bronze Dragon" Jiang Boqu. Fortunately, he was the only one. All the leaders of the Qixia Sect had been killed, and there was nothing to discuss with the remaining leader. Xia Yun had a thought in his mind and raised the Baipi Ghost Head Sword to face him. Go.
Xia Yun, the young leader of the Tianlong Gang, the second son of Xia Quji, is extremely talented and has been famous for a long time. He is a great figure among the younger generation. Jiang Boqu felt deeply that such a talented man would be so good if he came from the Qixia Sect. Okay - since he's not in the Qixia sect, let's destroy him! He pressed down the hilt of the sword with his right hand, tightened his fingers, and a stream of heat poured into his body. His silver hair turned black, the wrinkles on his face melted away, his back straightened, his energy was high, and he instantly returned to his prime.
Xia Yun paused, almost unable to believe his eyes, but he was shocked. He had known about the existence of the "Immortal City". A fairy talisman could rejuvenate his youth, but he would have to pay the price. Jiang Boqu would either lose both his energy and blood, or his life span would be short. , as long as you take the challenge carefully, you may not have no chance of winning.
The layers of black cloth were released, and there was a clear "choking" sound. The long sword was unsheathed, shining like a puddle of autumn water. The sloppy Taoist quickly looked away, not daring to look at him. Thoughts were swirling in his stomach, Jiang Tonglong connected the "Poison Dragon Sword" Invite them all to come out. If we don't kill everyone today, there will be a river of blood. It's impossible to stop! He calmly took a few steps back. After thinking about it, he felt it was not safe, so he took another seven or eight steps back, as far away from the vicious sword as possible, so as not to accidentally hit Chi Yu.
Xia Yun pumped up his Qigong, opened and closed it wide, raised the Baipi Ghost Head Sword and slashed towards him. It was difficult to move on the mountain road. Jiang Boqu deliberately weighed his weight, using the long sword to overcome hardness with softness, peeling off cocoons, and defused the King Kong's Angry Eyes Demon-Suppressing Sword one by one. . His appearance and body returned to his prime, and his martial arts skills were at their peak. The Xia family's ancestral magic sword technique was so powerful that it was not worth showing off in his opinion. Put the sword gently on the back of the sword, use the "stick" sign, and change the force to deflect the Ghost Head Saber to the side.
Xia Yun pressed the button without hesitation, pulled out a long and narrow sword from the Baipi Ghost Head Sword, unfolded the He Qing Hai Yan Ping Bo sword, and attacked with force. Jiang Boqu was caught off guard and had to retreat again and again, and fell into the disadvantage. .
The sloppy Taoist shook his head. The sword hidden in the sword was just a trail and could not be used on the stage. Once Jiang Boqu stabilized his position, there would be no suspense in this battle. He had a shrewd vision, and sure enough, Xia Yun failed to succeed in a round of attacks. Jiang Boqu regained his composure, his sword flashed brightly, and he suddenly used the move "Diffusing Xia Divides Clouds", and the long sword screamed like a poisonous snake bounced up. Stab the opponent's chest and abdomen. Xia Yun was frightened by the roar of the sword, and his reaction was half a beat too slow. When he saw a sword piercing his chest, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back from the hell gate.
Jiang Boqu's sword failed, and he was slightly startled. He looked up and saw the sheep guard holding the Qiu Ming Sword in front of Xia Yong. His eyes fell on the long sword, and he saw some clues, thoughtfully. . The murderers of his junior brother Song Dian and his nephew Min Zhongchun were right in front of him, but Jiang Boqu felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason. The sword in his hand seemed to sense something, and another wave of heat poured into his body. Jiang Boqu was caught off guard, his throat "gurgled", his eyes were blood red, his body was bulging, he suddenly rose three feet tall, his clothes were torn, revealing his iron-like muscles, his body and mind were violently grabbed, he looked up to the sky and roared, like a monster.
The sloppy old Taoist secretly complained. He had known that the "Poison Dragon Sword" enshrined in the Qixia Sect's ancestral hall was unreliable. He thought that it would at best lead to a murderous disaster, which could be calmed down by drinking blood. He did not expect that the opponent was so powerful that he actually aroused the demonic power in the sword. Turned Jiang Boqu into a monster!
Jiang Boqu lowered his body, supported the ground with one hand, and held the "Poison Dragon Sword" tightly with the other hand, but he did not dare to rush forward, as if he was afraid. The sloppy old Taoist saw this in his eyes, and his heart trembled. The young man holding the Qiu Ming Sword was definitely not an ordinary figure in the world. This time, he was kicked on the iron plate, and he was afraid that he would not end well!
