Chapter 622 Young Master Xuantian, the shock of a blow
The morning dawned, and the eldest brother Nangong Wentian, the second senior sister Su Liuli, the fourth senior brother Wang Hui led five hundred inner disciples and more than two thousand disciples from each peak People came down the mountain one after another.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the day that a flying-winged carriage custom-made from Mo Palace, surrounded by two inner disciples, slowly jumped over the three thousand steps from Tianmen Mountain and flew down the mountain.
There was a faint melodious whistle in the distance, and looking far into the distance, a graceful figure could be seen standing in the sea of clouds to see him off.
The curtain of the carriage was opened at a corner and was lowered after a long time.
"Uncle Xin, shall we go directly to the Imperial Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
Sun Wangcai, an inner disciple of Jianjian Peak who had taken Xin Zhuo to Tianmen Mountain before, and another female disciple with single eyelids, had their eyes shining with excitement. trembling.
Being able to go out with Master Xin is a great honor. Who knows how many tests they went through last night, and how many inner disciples they fought overtly and covertly to get it.
The key point is that Uncle Xin only leads two people, how awesome is this!
“Go to Fulong Mountain first!”
"Fulong Mountain? Here!"
......
After the prosperity of martial arts, Fulong Mountain has been moved, 3,180 miles away from the Xuantian Sword Sect, and from Andu, the capital of the Great Zhou Emperor Only five hundred miles.
That’s right! It seems that Fulong Mountain itself is inextricably involved with Dazhou. Fufeng City on the side has been moved to an unknown place, and the original Shuiyue Temple and Qiugong Pavilion, which was converted into a sect, are not there either. However, on that hilltop, originally The location of Fulong Village was pulled more than three thousand miles away from Andu, as if it was destined.
The large sect is protected by formations, and the four seasons are like spring, but outside it is already the twelfth lunar month of winter and heavy snow is falling.
The branches and leaves on the Fulong Mountains, which stretch for hundreds of miles, are withered, and last night's frost and dew were frozen by this morning's cold wind before they dried up. Looking at it, it looks like a world of ice and snow, which is magnificent.
"Crunch, crunch..."
Xin Zhuo, who had been tired all the way and traveled three thousand miles in seven days along the safe route, got off the carriage and walked towards Fulong wearing an animal skin cloak. At the top of the mountain, look around.
There is no trace left of the original bandit village.
More than just things changing and people changing!
He was silent for a long time, and had no choice but to search in the direction in his memory. Half an hour later, he finally saw several graves covered with withered grass.
There are more than ten in total. I remember that among them were Chai Donghu, the first boss of Hungry Wolf Village, and the Sky Cannon, the second boss.
That was the first time he killed someone in this world. It was not many years ago, but it felt like a long time had passed.
He stared at the grave for a long time, and still can't figure out why Chai Donghu and Soaring Cannon allowed him to go back and get a knife to hit them again. If they came up and killed them, they were afraid that their lives would be ruined. Hua Da has come to an end, and the King of West Qin and one of the Ten Swordsmen of the Xuantian Sword Sect no longer exist!
He smiled and looked at another lonely grave not far away, which belonged to his grandfather Xin Aotian. He had many guesses about Xin Aotian's identity back then, but they all came back to life with Jiang Yugui's death. It disappeared with the departure of Ji Jiuwei and the others.
It doesn't make any sense anymore.
But now, he suddenly had a doubt, which was the main reason why he wanted to come here.
In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the grave and scattered the mound of soil at the grave with his hand, revealing a thin coffin inside.
The coffin has decayed and seems to have been disturbed.
This small change made him breathe a little heavier, and it took half a stick of incense to open the coffin lid.
There is nothing inside!
He closed his eyes and held back. When he couldn't help it, he blurted out "Fuck".
The trial of that group of strange people can be determined by his own intrusion, but to be honest, he can't be sure who is actually doing the trial. He can only guess, but it is impossible that the entire Great Zhou Dynasty was there. Everyone is a tester.
Now it seems that part of it can be determined.
Grandfather Xin Aotian is, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu and the others are also likely to be the same, and even Mr. Dongfang and the others may be the same.
It is no coincidence that this group of people gathered in Fulong Mountain.
If you ask the reason...
I must be waiting for that Su Miaojin. This woman is the person who opened the Qingyu Seven Days. She has a very deep connection and is a tester. This group of people should be there A huge trial was set up, but in the end, because of his own intrusion, he completely changed his mind and made a mess.
What would happen if I didn’t have myself?
Moreover, the group in Western Qin, including Zhe Feiyan, must have been the same. This was supposed to be Jiang Yugui’s trial, and everyone who was so close to him should have been occupied by him.
"Uncle Xin?"
Sun Wangcai, another inner sect female disciple Li Xiang'er and Xiao Huang stood side by side and were shocked by Xin Zhuo's inexplicable curse.
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the snowy scene in the distance for a long time.
The capital of Great Zhou Dynasty, I wonder if it is still the capital of Andu back then?
Li Xiang'er bowed his hands and saluted, and asked cautiously: "We are five hundred miles away from Andu in the Great Zhou Dynasty. A disciple of the sect sent a message. There are monsters and disciples of the evil sect who must pass through to make trouble, disrupting Anju Mountain. , asked my uncle for countermeasures.”
"Anshu Mountain?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Li Xiang'er replied: "Uncle Master, there are three small sects on Anju Mountain, Lingjian, Shaolin and Wudang. They are subordinate sects of Baicao Valley, one of the nine sects under my Xuantian Sword Sect!"
"Shaolin, Wudang and Spirit Sword?"
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and smiled: "Fly over, I'm going to see an acquaintance."
"Here! ”
...
"Spirit Sword Sect disciples follow me to kill..."
Zhao Li holds a three-foot green blade in her hand, and her momentum is like a rainbow, even though she is only in the Great Venerable realm, even though her robe It was already cracked, covered in blood, and its long hair was messy, but it still led hundreds of disciples to charge wildly.
Ahead is a steep cliff. It used to be a whole mountain, but it was broken into pieces. On the edge of the cliff stood seven one-horned tigers the size of houses with red eyes. His whole body was filled with black energy, and he stared at the densely packed "little people" with eager eyes.
Riding on their backs were men in red, each with a calm expression and a sinister smile on their lips.
In the mid-air above the seven one-horned giant tigers, more than a dozen figures were fighting, and the fierce earthly immortal and even cathode energy collided wantonly with great momentum.
Almost at the moment Zhao Ling rushed forward, another woman not far away yelled angrily:
"Disciple of Wudang, to eliminate demons and protect the Tao, today, follow me, Song Xijun, to die and become a benevolent..."
A large number of Wudang disciples in blue robes swarmed over.
"Shaolin disciples, protect the safety of one party at this time, my Buddha is merciful!"
Hundreds more monks roared and danced with murderous intent.
The three factions merged into one, and there were more than a thousand people. Their momentum was not weak, and they rushed straight towards the seven one-horned giant tigers.
"咻咻咻咻..."
The densely packed figures rushed into the formation with indomitable momentum.
And the seven one-horned tigers, urged by dozens of men and women in black on their backs, came with a demonic aura all over the sky.
"Boom..."
The earth shook. More than a thousand people and seven giant tigers rushed together. In an instant, the dazzling demonic energy, blood evil energy, broken bones and the tragic death before death were all revealed. The shouts sounded at the same time.
Blood sprayed into the sky, and figures one after another were knocked high into the air, and died before they fell.
Facts have proved that in the face of absolute power, quantity cannot prevail.
“Little bug!”
Zhao Li, who was charging forward, looked at the body of a girl flying over his head. She was dripping with blood, her internal organs were scattered, and her death was so miserable that her eyes were split. That was the junior sister with whom she had the closest relationship.
Her eyes were red, and the joints of the sword-holding hands were a bit white. She said firmly in a voice that only she could hear: "It has been hundreds of years since the Spirit Sword Sect was founded, and all the disciples of the sect are in the narrow sense. Generations, are now possessed by evil spirits If heretics are intruding, you should sacrifice your life and kill them!”
Jump up and use the strongest sword in your life, like a meteor chasing the moon, you can even cross the steps to challenge, and go straight to the giant tiger and the giant tiger on the opposite side! Disciple of the evil sect!
Unfortunately, upon contact, the strongest sword was no more than a mirror, shattering instantly.
Her chest hurt terribly, her head felt dizzy, she fell backwards, and a mouthful of hot blood wet her neck.
"It turns out that everything is in vain, Chong'er..."
Just when she opened her mind and went to die calmly, she was suddenly pulled by someone, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She was an acquaintance, Song Xijun of the Wudang Clan. , her best friend, who was... deceived by that person back then.
Before she could speak, a yellow figure rushed over from the other side: "Senior sister, Miss Zhao Li, hurry up, I can't stand it anymore!"
Qin Lilong, also a Wudang disciple, was I was also deceived by that person.
Why do you think of that person at this time?
She put aside her thoughts and looked forward, feeling a mixture of sadness and anger for a moment.
I saw more than a thousand disciples of the three sects were washed to pieces, dead bodies were everywhere, and there were very few survivors. But the seven giant tigers and the evil sect disciples on the giant tigers were still safe and sound, and they quickly came to kill them.
She vaguely heard the laughter and curses of the disciples of the evil sect: "This secular warrior is really weak, boring, extremely boring!"
She was determined to work hard to defeat the opponent. Arrogant, but really powerless.
He had no choice but to follow Qin Lilong and Song Xijun back, screaming angrily: "The sect was destroyed and all the disciples were killed. Why didn't the Sect of Baicao Valley come? Why didn't the Great Zhou Zhenwu Division come?"
Song Xijunla He asked her to step back, and her handsome oval face with a few grains of yellow sand was full of worry: "It is said that the disciples of Baicao Valley were stopped by the evil sect at Shuikong Mountain. The Great Zhou court...the Prime Minister and the Demon Queen are in power, and the little emperor has been ignored!"
"Master and the others have not been defeated yet, we still have hope!"
Qin Lilong, who has matured a lot in his twenties, said confidently: "As long as we defeat them, everything... …”
Before he finished speaking, he was stunned.
I saw the five figures in the air suddenly screamed and fell down together, falling heavily to the ground, vomiting blood, and dying.
It is Zhao Ling, the leader of the Lingjian Sect, the three crazy Taoist masters of the Wudang Sect, the Shaolin masters Zen Master Kuxing and Master Kujing.
The elders with the highest level of the three sects were also defeated!
Zhao Li, Song Xijun and dozens of other disciples from the three sects who were lucky enough to survive were in a daze and immediately moved closer.
"Master..."
Zhao Li only said two words before he choked up and had nothing to say anymore. Just like during this period, monsters and evil sect disciples suddenly appeared. He didn't know where they came from, and he didn't know how to deal with them.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Seven giant tigers as tall as a house, their pillar-like four hooves crushed the rocks, slowly approaching, like a shadow coming.
And in mid-air, those seven imposing figures also swooped over, looking down at them with sneers.
Another young man with a bun and a tall figure came from a distance. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"My sect, Huaiqiu, is a disciple of the Tianxie Sect. I am going to attack this place now. You must restrain your hands!"
Although the voice was calm, it was full of evil hatred and disdain.
“Amitabha!”
Shaolin’s Zen Master Kuxing put his hands together with trembling blood-stained hands and chanted the name of the Buddha.
“There is a way between heaven and earth, the way between good and evil!”
The San crazy Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty and said: "This is the land of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with the laws of the court above, the people below are united, and the eighteen holy sects are suppressing them. You should restrain your evil..."
That Zong Huaiqiu said with a ferocious smile: "The great Zhou Dynasty is nothing more than the things in the bag, and the eighteen sects are no more than grasshoppers in the autumn. The fate of heaven and earth has all returned to the evil of heaven. It is here thousands of miles away, and my sect Huaiqiu is the king, and no one can disobey me. I want to accept you as slaves. If you agree, you can be at ease. If you don't agree, you will be killed in an instant!"
Zhao Ling, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, heard this! , sneered: "If we wait for a fatal blow, the outcome is still a matter of two decisions!"
"Idiot!"
Na Zong Huaiqiu took a step forward, and there were waves around him The dazzling Yang energy, waving his sleeves, turned into a Yang sword, "How can you block the power of this Yang reality?"
The pupils of Zhao Li, Zen Master Kuxing, Sanfeng Daozi and others shrank. The five of them were no more than the three of Dixianjiu Turn around and the two of Yinxu and Chonghai.
The person who attacked later, Yang Shi...
For a moment, a group of people's faces were ashen, and there was no hope in their hearts.
It's just... the most difficult and unique thing in life Die!
“Heavenly Evil Lives forever!”
Zong Huaiqiu looked up to the sky and laughed, "Killing you is just a matter of effort. I still want to go to the imperial capital to play with concubines and princesses, a bunch of acquired pigs..."
He paused before he could finish his words. Suddenly, I saw a wind wolf double-winged carriage, surrounded by two people, flying silently over the head.
Unfortunately, it stopped, and the wind blew the car curtains slightly. The man and woman driving the car had cold and stern expressions, and their aura was overwhelming, even overwhelming everyone present.
Zong Huaiqiu and other Tianxie disciples, as well as Zhao Li and other group of people looked up subconsciously and couldn't help but be surprised.
Carriages are common in the world, but flying in the sky is rare.
"Who's up there?" Zong Huaiqiu asked coldly.
A woman with single eyelids in front of the carriage said in a condescending and cold voice: "The young master of the Xuantian Sword Sect has suppressed the Great Three Kingdoms under the orders of the sect. The disciples of the evil sect must be punished!"
" The Young Master of Xuantian Sword Sect!”
Zhao Li, Zhao Ling, San crazy Taoist and others looked excited, as if they were grasping at a straw when they died tragically, and their whole bodies could not stop trembling.
Shangzong Baicaogu is already a respected and powerful person, so what about the Xuantian Sword Sect? A young headmaster has also arrived?
"Young Master Xuantian Sword Sect?"
Zong Huaiqiu laughed evilly, "I have been practicing martial arts for one hundred and fifty years, and the last thing I see is a person who pretends to be a ghost, so I want to give it a try ! ”
With a strong aura of extreme sunshine surrounding him, he flicked his sword with his fingers, and headed straight for the carriage like a river flowing backward.
“Bold!”
The woman with single eyelids took a step back, bowed and saluted: “Uncle, please try the sword!”
The car curtain was suddenly opened at a corner, a hand stretched out and flicked with five fingers.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly a strong solar wind blew in the sky, and nine huge dragon shadows suddenly appeared, like a mirage, shocking people's hearts.
The seven giant tigers are restless.
Then the nine dragon shadows quickly gathered together and turned into a Qiankun slash, enveloping a hundred feet in radius and slashing down with unparalleled power.
No chance for reaction at all.
"Boom——"
Zong Huaiqiu's sword light was like a hemp pole, shattering instantly.
There was shock on his face, and he was about to retreat when he felt huge pain in his body and was cut in half at the waist.
It was so pitiful that he just wanted to test if something was wrong, so he turned around and ran away, but in the end he lost his life!
Yang Shi Yi Chong Hai is so worthless!
However, the Qiankun Slash did not stop and continued to slash.
"Poof..."
The six Tianxie Yinxu disciples below, the seven giant tigers below and the Tianxie disciples on the giant tigers were completely unable to react and were cut into pieces. Usually cut into two parts.
Blood spattered, internal organs collapsed, and the deaths were worse than those of the disciples of the three previous sects.
Not only that, the ice thunder that came from nowhere struck with crazy force after the Qiankun Slash.
Be it the corpse of the giant tiger or the corpses of dozens of members of the Tianxie Sect, they were all reduced to pulp by the shock.
The smell of blood is strong, like hell on earth!
This is just one blow...that's all!
Zhao Li, Zhao Ling, Song Xijun, Three Crazy Taoists, and Zen Master Kuxing all stared wide-eyed, breathing rapidly, and were silent for a long time.
Thousands of disciples from his three sects were all wiped out in a few days. These evil disciples and the giant tiger monster were like invincible natural enemies. But now... they were killed by the man in the carriage with one blow.
It’s like child’s play!
"This..."
In front of the carriage, Sun Wangcai and Li Xiangye swallowed dryly. They knew that Uncle Xin was very strong, but they never thought that he would be so strong. This is not a move, this is clearly... a murder!
Only Xiao Huang was lying on the wall of the car, yawning out of boredom.
At this time, Zhao Ling, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, reacted first and hurriedly rushed towards the carriage with fists in his hands and saluted: "Zhao Ling, a disciple of the lower sect, has met the senior of the upper sect!"
"Long time no see!"
The carriage curtain suddenly opened, revealing a face with a faint smile and some relief.
(End of this chapter)