"What happened to the people from Divine Sword Villa, let's go up the mountain quickly!"

Along with the signal flares, famous and righteous people who had been ambushing in various hidden places in Longmen Mountain, rushed out of the dense forests of the valleys and valleys, and each used his own light skills, rushing towards the mountain one after another.

In the south of Longmen Mountain, there are four Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain, namely: Cangsong, Qixia, Cuizhu and Qingfeng. They each hold whisks in their hands and long swords in their arms, and walk along the mountain road to the top of the mountain!

In the north of Longmen Mountain, Tie Ming, the young master of the Divine Fist Sect, led the four guardians in the sect and the three iron spears of the Northwest Iron Gun Lei family: Lei Zhen, Lei King Kong, and Lei Wenxiu, all of which rushed to the top of the peak together!

To the west of Longmen Mountain, there are four people from Kunlun Sword Sect climbing, including the three real people of Kunlun Swords, Ziyang, Ziye and Ziguang. The leader is a white-clothed swordsman named Li Kunwu. He is not old, but he looks arrogant and indifferent. He holds the sword in his chest with his hands, does not move his shoulders or his legs are not bent, and he slides while stepping on the treetops, and takes a slight step of a dozen feet apart.

On the east side of Longmen Mountain, nine men in black flew out from the dense forest of the ravine. It was Gongsun Li, the deputy leader of the Netherworld Sect, who led his eight masters to run along the ridge!

"What are you doing in such a hurry to rush up the mountain? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

In the south of Longmen Mountain, in a dense forest at the foot of the mountain, a young man in a Taoist robe sat casually on the ground, leaning against a big tree, holding a green grass in his mouth, squinting his eyes at a dense forest in the distance, and said in a vague way.

That dense forest was the place where the four heavenly masters in Longhu Mountain just now were hiding.

Although this young Taoist priest has a pretty appearance, his expression and movements are extremely vulgar. His eyes are shiny in the night, blooming with the smooth brilliance of ordinary people in the city.

In addition to being vulgar and slick and shiny, this little Taoist priest gave the biggest impression of one word. It’s dirty!

I don't know how long it took for the blue Taoist robe on his body to be cleaned. It had long turned into a black color, and it was greasy, shining brightly in the dark night.

His hair was very long, but it was messy. He was just a bunch of it on his head and then inserted it randomly with a wooden chopstick. Even if it was a Taoist bun.

On his right hand, there was a black package on the ground. I didn't know what was stuffed inside the bulging bag. There was an inconspicuous peach wood sword on it. This was his entire possession.

At this time, this guy who represents the dirty and messy image of the Taoist priest world was staring at the small dense forest in the distance, with a disdain on his face and angeredly expressing his dissatisfaction!

"Hmph! Everyone is a Taoist priest. Wudang Mountain Chongxu Old Taoist is very awesome. It would be fine if you don't want to take me! But you four miscellaneous old Taoists from Longhu Mountain dare to dislike me. Is it so easy to bully my Shangqing Sect in Maoshan?!"

"Wait for me in the stinky Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain. Sooner or later, I, Mo Wudao, will kill you to Longhu Mountain and pick your mountain gate alone!"

This person is Mo Wudao, the only junior disciple of the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan.

"Well... I'm alone. Maybe I'm not strong enough, I have to find a way to get some help..."

After venting, Mo Wudao let out the grass in his mouth with a thud. He raised his right hand to his eyes, and his thumb quickly pinched his other four fingers. He muttered something in his mouth.

Only when he was counting on his fingers, a look of seriousness flashed in Mo Wudao's extremely vulgar eyes.

"The senior brother who loves to show off in Divine Sword Villa is indeed dead..."

Then the guy sighed randomly and suddenly said, "What does it have to do with me if I die?"

After saying that, Mo Wudao curled his lips, grabbed his package and the inconspicuous peach wood sword, stood up and looked up at the top of the mountain.

"Lingyun, although I did come to ask for an explanation for my uncle Liu Deming and uncle Wuchen, I am just a fortune teller, so you must not kill me!"

"Yeah, it's really just an explanation... Everyone has something to discuss, right?"

Mo Wudao looked at the top of the mountain and repeatedly encouraged himself, but his feet were like two nails, and he refused to move one step.

Mo Wudao stood there, discussing the air in front of him and Ling Yun who did not exist for a long time. He wanted to turn around and leave several times, but in the end he still gritted his teeth and began to walk towards the top of the mountain step by step.

At this time, except for Mo Wudao, Maoshan, all the other famous and upright masters had already rushed to the top of the mountain, and together with the two major sects of Shaolin Wudang, who had first reached the top of the mountain, forced Ling Yun and Qin Dongxue to the edge of the cliff, surrounding the two in a fan shape, and it was irritating!

The eight major sects, including six from Shaolin, seven from Wudang, four from Kunlun Sword Sect, four from Longhu Mountain, five from Shenquan Sect, three from Iron Gun Lei Family in the Northwest, nine from Nether Sect, and four from Shenjian Villa!

In addition, Mo Wudao, a Maoshan disciple who was slow to climb the mountain from the foot of the mountain, has 43 masters from nine major sects tonight, surround Lingyun!

Qin Dongxue had already stood side by side with Ling Yun. She looked at the righteous masters who shot out from the darkness, and as the encirclement in front of her became denser and denser, her beautiful face had already turned pale!

Especially when she saw the four disciples of Divine Sword Villa returning, the four of them stared at her with vicious faces and a fire-breathing gaze, their hearts were instantly as cold as ice.

Qin Dongxue turned her head involuntarily and went to see Guo Xiaotian's headless body sitting cross-legged on the ground. She felt no more self-blame and guilt, full of anger, burning wildly!

Ling Yun said it right. In the eyes of Divine Sword Villa and the eldest brother, he has long been the bait for the famous masters in the world to ambush Ling Yun, and he is an optional victim!

Such a ruthless and unrighteous teacher, what are you doing? What are you doing when you consider their life and death?!

The guilt and guilt disappeared, and Qin Dongxue's desire to fight rose due to anger. She looked at the four disciples of Divine Sword Villa again, and naturally she had a hint of disdain and ridicule.

Ling Yun was not the case. He was surprisingly calm tonight. Seeing more and more people on the other side, he neither took the lead nor took the initiative to make a fight, nor chose to escape. He always held the Nether Blood Demon Sword in his hand. He stood there quietly, smiling and smiling at the heroes in the world!

He was waiting, waiting for all the enemies to arrive. Wait for that shocking battle!

"It's him! He's Ling Yun! The black knife he's holding is the Nether Blood Demon Sword!"

"Master Jueyuan, Master Chongxu, is this little devil. He just slapped my senior brother to death with one palm!"

"What are you waiting for? Let's go together and kill him!"

Liu Suifeng from the Divine Sword Villa slipped the fastest when he escaped, and was the last one to return. He returned to the top of the mountain. However, he did not stand with his senior brothers and sisters, but hid behind the two major sects of Shaolin and Wudang. Ling Yun hid far away, pointing at Ling Yun like a mad dog, relying on the large crowds and shouting wildly.

The other three people in the Divine Sword Villa took the initiative to stand with the four people from the Kunlun Sword Sect. Although they despised Liu Suifeng's actions, they were from the same school after all. It was difficult to expose his shameless behavior in person, so they had to pretend that they did not hear it, but their faces showed varying degrees of disgust.

Ji Xiaoqing lowered her voice and kept telling Li Kunwu, the arrogant white swordsman in Kunlun Sword Sect.

Li Kunwu hugged his chest with his hands, hugged his long sword in his arms like a treasure, and occasionally nodded, suddenly he felt that Liu Suifeng was clamoring and fiercely. He frowned slightly and scolded, "Liu Suifeng. Shut up, it's not your turn to speak here!"

Liu Suifeng was shouting so hard. He was stunned when he heard Li Kunwu's scolding. He wanted to refute, but when he thought of Li Kunwu's strength and the strong background behind him, he immediately shut up obediently and never dared to speak again. He also gave Li Kunwu a flattering smile.

Li Kunwu didn't even look at Liu Suifeng. After hearing Ji Xiaoqing's words, he couldn't help but look at Ling Yun with an interested look.

Ling Yun nodded at him and smiled slightly.

Li Kunwu frowned, looking quite impatient.

At this moment, a loud Buddha's name sounded: "Amitabha!"

The first to rush to the top of the mountain, the monk wearing a cassock and holding a Zen stick walked out of the crowd, came to the venue, and recited the Buddha's name high.

Although his voice was not high, it was extremely bright. He instantly suppressed the loudest voices around him and clearly sent them into the ears of everyone present, which showed that his Buddhist teachings were profound and his skills were profound.

Seeing that someone finally spoke, Ling Yun smiled faintly and turned to Qin Dongxue and said, "Auntie, just stand here and don't move. Anyone who dares to sneak attack you will die."

Ling Yun's voice was not high, but he secretly used the dragon roar, and the sound also came into the ears of every martial arts master around him, which was shocking.

Everyone in the famous and upright sect was shocked. Ling Yun was surrounded by more than 40 masters, and they were only two of them. He was so confident?!

Qin Dongxue smiled gently, tidied up Ye Xingyi for Ling Yun, and said softly: "Boy, be careful. Tonight, my aunt will fight side by side with you."

When Ling Yun heard this, he knew that Qin Dongxue had completely figured it out. He smiled brightly, raised his hand to grab Qin Dongxue's snow-white tenderness, and gently held it.

Qin Dongxue's pretty face turned red, and she instinctively wanted to pull out her hand, but she failed and had to give up, feeling her heartbeat accelerated.

Ling Yun let go, flew into the field, and his right hand holding the Nether Blood Demon Sword suddenly swept to the ground!

Zheng!

The Nether Blood Demon Sword was inserted into the ground with a scabbard, reaching more than one foot deep.

Ling Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the tall and mighty monk in front of him, raised his chin, and said sternly: "Register!"

The great monk stood in front of his chest with one palm, bowed his head slightly to Ling Yun, and said calmly: "I am the guardian monk of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple, Jueyuan."

Liu Suifeng shouted for a long time just now, and Ling Yun had known that he was Zen Master Jueyuan, so he smiled faintly and said, "Master Jueyuan, look at this situation tonight, do I not want to leave if I don't fight?"

Master Jueyuan was slightly stunned and laughed in silence, "Little Donor Lingyun spoke directly, but if you can stop fighting, you will not fight."

Ling Yun laughed and said, "My principles are different from those of masters. If you can solve any problems that can be solved by hitting, then hit it directly."

Master Jueyuan stared at Ling Yun for a long time, and suddenly said, "Little donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Ling Yun looked down, looked up again, and said seriously: "Master, I have put down my knife."

Master Jueyuan said: "But I know that the little donor will definitely pull it out."

Ling Yun smiled: "I won't fight the master anymore. It's too tiring. Yes, I will pull it out, and when the magic knife is unsheathed, people will die." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: Well, the update has been restored, this time it is really restored to a stable update. It will start tomorrow.
Chapter completed!