In the western part of the Qing Dynasty, the Golden Palace.
More and more Jianghu forces came from all directions, responded to the call of the Golden Palace, and rushed to the Golden Palace for reinforcements.
In the past few days, King Jinhe, the master of the Golden Palace, has been receiving guests, and his face is almost frozen with laughter.
He really didn't expect that so many martial arts comrades would respond to his letter asking for help.
It seems that my reputation as King of the Golden River is indeed great enough!
Even if you haven't traveled around the world for decades, you fellow martial arts fellows can still give you a little bit of sympathy...
"Hehe...hehehehe..."
King Jinhe couldn't help but stand alone and giggle when there was no one around. He seemed to have seen how, under his leadership, the Golden Palace was once again famous in the world and jumped to the top of the Five Elements Demonic Palace in one fell swoop...
The elders of the Golden Palace who were accompanying King Jinhe to receive him looked at King Jinhe's height of three and a half feet, but the pride and confidence in his body seemed to be three feet and a half, and they couldn't help but hesitate to speak.
Palace Master, they were worried that after the Jian Zong destroyed the Golden Palace, it would be their turn next, so they came to help the Golden Palace resist the Jian Zong.
Can you please stop putting your face on yourself?
But looking at the excited Jinhe King, they thought about it and held back, not daring to tell him the bloody reality...
Another day passed.
Almost all the major sects have arrived.
Thousands of masters from various martial arts sects have settled in the towns near the Golden Palace.
The originally peaceful and peaceful life of the people in these towns has been shattered. Every house is closed and they are afraid to go out, for fear of accidentally attracting some gangster and causing trouble.
This area has completely become a paradise for various martial arts factions to gather.
At this time, in the Golden Palace.
The heads of various martial arts sects gathered together to discuss and resolve the Sword Sect issue.
King Jinhe was the master. He was three and a half feet tall and sat on the large main chair. He looked like an old child and smiled so much that the corners of the mouths of the leaders of the various factions in the palace twitched.
Below are the helms of many forces including the Shaolin Temple, Iron Sword Sect, Five Blessings Alliance, and the other three palaces of the Golden Palace except the Aoki Palace. Even the Beggar Clan sent representatives here, all of them with extraordinary bearing.
Dozens of forces are at the helm, taking their seats one by one based on their strength and status.
Seeing that King Jinhe kept giggling and saying nothing, the heads of the various factions looked at each other with their brows furrowed, thinking how could such a waste control the Golden Palace?
But they were disdainful in their hearts. King Jinhe was always a genuine grand master. Everyone was slandering him, but they didn't dare to show it.
In the end, Taoist Master Mu Sang of the Iron Sword Sect couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed slightly and reminded King Jinhe to stand up and say a few words. After all, King Jinhe was the master and they were guests from afar.
Unexpectedly, King Jinhe saw that Taoist Mu Sang kept coughing. Instead of understanding Taoist Mu Sang's intention, he said with concern: "Taoist is not feeling well? Do you want me to go down the mountain to ask a doctor to take a look at you?" "
Everyone was shocked.
Especially the masters of the other three palaces of the Five Elements Demonic Palace, namely the Divine Fire Palace, the Earth Guard Palace, and the White Water Palace, turned their heads directly and couldn't bear to look directly at them.
This trash has really disgraced the Five Elements Demon Palace!
Taoist Priest Mu Sang also darkened his face and waved his hands: "No need, I am in good health! King Jinhe, we and other factions have all come in response to your letter of request for help from the Golden Palace. Now the leaders of all factions are gathered here. , as the master, how should you deal with the Sword Sect? How should you write out some regulations? Do you want me to wait for you to take over?"
"Ah? What the Taoist Master said was that I was being rude."
King Jinhe reacted immediately and hurriedly apologized: "Don't blame me, it is an honor for my Golden Palace that all of you comrades can come to my Golden Palace. I was so happy in the next moment that I forgot about it."
After apologizing, King Jinhe cupped his hands again and said: "But you are all Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world. How can this matter be decided by the next person? Why don't you all discuss it together?"
This is barely a human saying.
Everyone looked better.
Taoist Priest Mu Sang nodded and said: "Then please speak freely and discuss how to deal with this Sword Sect?"
Leng Yifeng, the master of Hanfeng Castle in the Five Blessings Alliance, said coldly: "Is there any need to think about this? In our Qing Dynasty, it is not the turn of people from the Ming Dynasty to come here to dominate. This Sword Sect, no matter what, We have to get rid of it!”
"good!"
"I'm trying to clear up the world, and let an outsider take over. What's going on?"
"We are waiting for so many sects to gather together now. A mere sword sect can be destroyed with a snap of a finger. What is there to discuss!"
"Hmph! I'll just wait here to see if Ye Gucheng has the guts to come!"
"With so many of us here, I'm afraid Ye Gucheng has been so frightened that he disbanded the Sword Sect, so there's no need to take action!"
"Exactly! What kind of number one swordsman dares to make an enemy of our entire world? He might have been so scared that he peed his pants when he heard the news that we and other factions were coming!"
"Hahaha……"
Everyone laughed and spoke with absolute confidence on their faces.
Dozens of their powerful sects have gathered together, and almost half of the Qing Dynasty is here. Are they still afraid that a mere sword sect will fail?
Seeing everyone's confident looks, Taoist Priest Mu Sang frowned slightly, but remembering the rumors about the Sword Saint Ye Gucheng, he didn't say much.
According to the intelligence, although Ye Gucheng was unparalleled in swordsmanship, he was only a great master.
Among the masters from various sects they gathered at the moment, there were nearly ten grand masters alone. There was really no need to worry about a mere sword sect.
After thinking for a while, Taoist Mu Sang looked at the leading old monk of Shaolin Temple and asked, "What advice does Zen Master Tianjing have?"
Hearing this, everyone stopped talking and looked at the old monk.
Among the six great dynasties of Middle-earth, no matter which dynasty they are in, Shaolin Temple is like Mount Tai and Beidou.
All are due to the profound heritage of Shaolin Temple that has been passed down for thousands of years.
No matter which sect, if it can be passed down for thousands of years, even a pig pen can produce a few good-looking pigs.
Not to mention a major martial arts sect like Shaolin Temple.
In the Qing Dynasty, this was no exception.
Shaolin Temple is also a top force. There are only a few forces in the entire Qing Dynasty, which can barely compete with Shaolin.
Zen Master Tianjing is extremely tall. Sitting on the futon, he is not much shorter than an ordinary person. His cheeks are sunken and his whole body seems to be fleshless. He looks calm and intimidating.
Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk has no objections. You can just discuss it. Since the poor monk is here, he should naturally advance and retreat with you."
Taoist Priest Mu Sang nodded and said: "In that case, we and other factions will wait here for a few days to see if the Sword Sect dares to come."
"good."
…
Three hundred miles northwest of the Golden Palace.
Jian Zong.
This place was originally the address of a second-rate sect called Xijian Sect. Although it was not very glorious, it was better than pure.
A group of houses of different heights were built on the mountainside. At the gate of the mountain, the words "Jian Zong" were hung.
Although the font is not as good as that of other calligraphers, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, and vaguely, these two characters seem to contain a sharp and cold sword intent. If you stare at it for a long time, there will be a kind of piercing pain in your eyes. Feeling of pain.
The word was inscribed by Ye Gucheng; the sword meaning was also Ye Gucheng's sword meaning.
at this time.
In the main hall of the Sword Sect, Ye Gucheng, dressed in white as snow and with a figure as tall as a pine, stood at the door, quietly looking at the southern sky.
There, the wind was blowing and the clouds were moving, and black clouds were gathering, as if a heavy rain was about to fall, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.
Behind him, stood four swordsmen, with different shapes and appearances. The only thing they thought was the same was the majestic sword power on their bodies that seemed to rise into the sky, like four sharp swords, guarding the one in front of them. Excalibur.
These four people are the four strongest swordsmen who joined the Sword Sect during this period.
Their respective names are: Guo Songyang, Guo Ding, Dugu Chi, and Ye Xiang.
Among them, Guo Songyang and Guo Ding are brothers. They were originally from the Ming Dynasty. Guo Songyang was even ranked fourth in the Baixiaosheng Weaponry Book, and was named "Iron Sword"; the two brothers traveled to the Qing Dynasty, and later Defeated at the hands of Ye Gucheng, in order to pursue a higher swordsmanship, he chose to join the Sword Sect and follow Ye Gucheng.
Dugu Chi and Ye Xiang were swordsmen of the Qing Dynasty.
Dugu Chi is a swordsman, and his lifelong pursuit is to challenge the world's swordsmen. In the end, he was defeated by Ye Gucheng alone and chose to follow Ye Gucheng.
Ye Xiang was originally the leader of the Sword Cleansing Sect, and he was low-key and calm. He never thought that half a year ago, Ye Gucheng broke through the mountain gate with one sword, and then put a sword to Ye Xiang's eyebrows and asked him if he wanted to join the Sword Sect.
At the moment of life and death, what else could Ye Xiang say, he could only choose to agree.
Later, the Sword Cleansing Sect became the Sword Sect...
Today, the Sword Sect, which was originally just a second-rate sect, has grown into a famous top force with more than 70 top swordsmen under its sect and more than 20 affiliated sects. It is the top overlord in the western Jianghu of the Qing Dynasty.
Originally, it was only necessary to destroy the Golden Palace, the last first-class force, so that the Sword Sect could dominate the western martial arts world.
Unexpectedly, King Jinhe would choose to ask for help from outside. Now that all the major martial arts factions gathered in the Golden Palace, Ye Gucheng and others naturally received the news.
Looking at Ye Gucheng's lonely back, Ye Xiang looked solemn and said with cupped hands: "Sect Master, according to the latest information, more than thirty martial arts sects have rushed to the Golden Palace, with a total number of more than three thousand people. Among them, there are even Shaolin Temple, Iron There are several top forces such as Jianmen and Wufu Alliance!"
Ye Gucheng didn't look back and said calmly: "Are you afraid?"
Dugu Chi said coldly: "It's nothing more than death. What's there to be afraid of?"
Ye Xiang twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "It's not that I'm afraid, but with the current strength of my Sword Sect, it's really not a wise choice to go head-to-head with these martial arts forces. I think it's better for me to retreat temporarily and wait for a while. After these reinforcements have left, they can then take action to destroy the Golden Palace. After all, they cannot stay in the Golden Palace forever."
"After we destroy the Golden Palace and unify the western martial arts world, we will attack these forces, divide them into groups, defeat them one by one, and unify the world."
Ye Gucheng said calmly: "I understand what you mean. If it were other circumstances, we might not be able to do as you said, but now, we don't have much time to delay."
"No time?" Ye Xiang frowned, a little confused.
Ye Gucheng did not explain, but continued: "If you want to unify the world in the shortest time, you can only suppress everything with the strongest posture. This time, various sects reinforced the Golden Palace. Although it was a bit beyond my expectations, it is also an opportunity. .”
"As long as we can defeat the major factions this time and join forces, no one can stop the rise of Sword Sect!"
As he spoke, Ye Gucheng looked at the dark clouds that were gradually condensing in the distance, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
(End of chapter)
