After the six major sects surrounded Guangmingding and suffered both defeats, they were ambushed by the court on their way back. The masters were all infected with the poison of Ten Xiang Ruojin Dispersed. Fortunately, they were rescued by Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Cult, and they protected the roots of the Central Plains martial arts.

Since then, the hatred between the Ming Cult and the six major sects has been eased. Zhang Wuji is the leader of the Ming Cult and the disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of the Wudang Sect. He resolved the conflicts between the two sides with one force, which made some people grit their teeth with hatred.

Looking at the world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the court gradually became powerless, and the Ming Cult uprising was booming, which was a time for the change of power and the world to change.

The Ming Cult, the six major sects, and the three forces of the court were originally restrained and fought against each other. The court originally wanted to use the siege of Guangmingding to eliminate the heroes of the martial arts world in one fell swoop, but it was also stopped by Zhang Wuji. Some people also hated him so much that they hated him.

After the overall situation, let’s look at the small situation. The Ming sect leader Zhang Wuji disappeared, and Zhu Yuanzhang seized power step by step. Although the older generation of the sects, the five scattered people, and several kings were not convinced by him, he led the sects to conquer the cities and territory, but he received a lot of support from the sects. In addition, Zhu Yuanzhang was proficient in power and skills and was better at interacting with others, and he became an existence comparable to the sect leader for a time.

Among the six major sects, Emei Miejue Master is in the empire of the Emperor. Emei is in the cultivation period and rarely appears in the martial arts world. Strangely, Xian Yutong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, also died suddenly. A gentleman named Yue claimed to be a secluded veteran in Huashan. He used any means to make a splash and easily defeated the people of Huashan with his kung fu and ascended to the position of the head of the sect. This man was elegant, victorious but not arrogant, and his martial arts were superb, and he became famous in the martial arts world for a time. He was known as the birth master Mr. Yue.

At the same time, another bizarre legend appeared in the world.

The Return of the Condor Heroes is back in the world!

According to witnesses, the three men in the Condor Heroes and a group of three, a man in a black robe wearing a mask, holding a huge black iron sword in his hand, and his martial arts skills were magical; a woman in a stunning white shirt, holding a jade girl's light sword in his hand, never took action. Of course, the one who came and went like the wind was indispensable.

The Condor Heroes seemed to be very leisurely, robbing the rich and helping the poor, punishing evil and eliminating evil, and acting in a high-profile manner. For a time, it also became famous. Many martial arts personnel who had no power to rely on claimed that they were Condor Heroes, making others dare not offend them.

But only the Condor Heroes himself knew that he was not at all leisurely and was very impatient.

In front of the Wudang Sect, the Condor Heroes and the Eagle stood there blankly.

"Damn, how long has it been... Also, this mask is so fucking hot." The Condor Heroes swearing in various ways, "It's weird. It's weird. I secretly searched through Mount Hua in Emei, but I couldn't find any shadows of Yu Yan and Wuji."

"Oh... it's all my fault..." Zhu'er always felt a strong sense of guilt. "Even though he has won so many martial arts people and received support from so many people, he still can't get any news from them."

The Divine Diao was very brisk: "No obstacle. No obstacle, this kind of pleasure feels the best! You two! Pay attention to keeping a distance. I can't let Yang Guo emphasize sex and neglect friends happen again."

"It's too tricky." Fang Xian scratched his head and was very upset. "If you continue like this, you will fall into a dead cycle. If you can't find Yu Yan Wuji, you will not dare to fight Zhou Zhiruo and Yue Buqun. If you don't kill them, they will practice magic skills again, and their strength will increase day by day... If you continue like this, you will lose."

"Maybe they have already killed these two people?" Shen Diao analyzed, "If you kill them, you will never see anyone in your life or die. They expected that if you come back, you will definitely follow the search for Wang Yuyan and Zhang Wuji first, and then you will come up with this poison strategy and trap you for the rest of your life."

"Impossible!" Fang Xian clenched his fists, "Wang Yuyan and the others might be able to do it, but Zhang Wuji must be alive. Zhou Zhiruo still has feelings for him in his heart, and it is impossible for him to kill him."

When Zhu'er saw Fang Xian getting angry, she quickly advised: "It's okay, our intelligence network is getting bigger and bigger, and we will get their news sooner or later."

"I can't wait." Fang walked into Wudang in a daze, "We alone are not enough, we have to rely on someone."

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of expression was dazed in the yard. When he saw these three monster-like things coming in, he frowned and exclaimed.

"It's a human or a ghost!" the middle-aged man shouted.

"I'll look for Zhang Sanfeng."

"Who are you? How dare you call your master a master's name?!" As soon as the middle-aged man asked, he had an answer. A man, a woman, a carving and a sword, who could he have, "...The legend... is it true?!"

The eagle roared and suddenly flapped its wings, showing off its power in all kinds of ways.

The middle-aged man looked shaking and sighed: "No matter who you are, I can't just break into Wudang!"

"I didn't break through. I'll look for Zhang Sanfeng. If you tell me, 'The Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Gate are not easy to use', he will naturally meet me." Fang Xian was unwilling to have a quarrel with others. After being in a row for so long, he had long taken these guys to the door indifferent.

"The Tianmen is the Three Swords, which is my unique Wudang skill. How can you, a monster, be insulted?" The middle-aged man snorted and waved his sword to attack, using the Thirteen Swords of the Tianmen.

After all, the people of Wudang have more or less inherited Zhang Sanfeng's temper, cultivated their self-cultivation, and did not have that great murderous aura. If they went to another place, the killer move would have come long ago, but in Wudang, it was just the Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Gate.

The wind was rolling loudly, Fang Xian chuckled lightly, and he was about to fight back with the black iron sword.

"I'll do it!" With a sound of eagle, the eagle had already stopped in front of Fang Xian, "I want to try the Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Gate!"

The eagle spread its wings and sprinted over.

The middle-aged man looked at the big knife and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Tianmen acupoint... Where is Tianmen acupoint..." The middle-aged man looked around the eagle, but he couldn't find a single acupoint. He changed his tricks repeatedly, "Round the fingers and soft sword!"

The long sword danced around his five fingers, hovering and interlacing, and pierced the eagle directly.

Fang Xian praised: "This rhombust finger soft sword is used well. Although it is much worse than Mr. Zhang, it is much better than me."

God Diao: "I fan!"

The huge thrust of the wings flapping is mixed with internal force, passing like a hurricane...

"Pu..." The middle-aged man was almost collapsed, struggling on the spot, and almost letting his sword go.

"Hahaha! Let me tell you the truth, I know this trick." The eagle was very proud.

How could middle-aged people give up? The ladders are moving up, the chassis is stable, circling is staggered, and they are changing their postures and attacking.

"Go away!" The eagle slammed his left wing again.

This time it was weird. The middle-aged man broke through the resistance like a drill bit, and his extremely streamlined figure was not affected.

"……………” Seeing this, the Divine Cong flapped his wings and shouted, "Help!!!"

"..." Fang Xian had known that the Divine Eagle had done these two tricks, and he might be fine if he fought internal force, but he had no hands and could only use his wings to make a living. If he really encountered a more powerful person, he would be out of the way.

The wind is louder than the sound of the rolling wind, and when the black iron sword rolls, the wind is particularly loud.
Chapter completed!