"A mere thief dares to come to Wudang Mountain to run wild. I'm so impatient." Zhang Songxi's arms twitched, and a cloud of blood was sprinkled on his long sword.

"No!" Yin Liting suddenly remembered something and exclaimed: "We have fallen into a trap. Master is alone in the Zhenwu Hall!"

The expressions of all the disciples changed, but Yu Lianzhou said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Master alone is better than the five of us."

In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng was dressed in a hundred-knot Taoist robe. There were three people standing in front of him. One of them was Hebi Weng.

"Master Zhang, I haven't seen you for many days." Hebiweng Jiejie said with a strange smile: "I received a slap from you last time, and I'm here to repay you today."

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Hebiweng and the two men in black behind him, feeling slightly surprised. Hebiweng's martial arts was much better than the last time they met. The two masked men in black behind him were calm and focused, their eyes

The slightest bit of light was exposed, and it was obvious that his martial arts were higher than that of Hebiweng. This kind of person was a great master who established a sect no matter where he was. How could he succumb to others?

A man in black suddenly took action. In both hands, one hand was yin and the other was yang, but it was the Xuanming Divine Palm. He actually practiced the Xuanming Divine Palm to the point where yin and yang complement each other.

In the past hundred years, there is only one person in the world who has such martial arts, and the master of Xuan Ming has done hundreds of harms to Taoists!

The other man waved his long sleeve and took out a piece of deer stick from his sleeve. Looking at his weapon, it turned out to be the deer stick guest who died in Su Yang's hands!

Hebi Weng roared and attacked at the same time.

In the Zhenwu Palace, four figures formed a group. It was not clear who was who. The wind roared in the hall, and the figures overlapped. The wind was as sharp as a knife within a foot of the figure, and roars came out one after another.

Suddenly, there was a snapping sound, the crane pen man screamed strangely, and the other two people also sprayed blood and flew out of the hall.

At this time, Wudang's five disciples had already rushed back and were about to pursue him. Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't chase the poor bandit. If you do many unjust things, you will be killed. If Wudang doesn't take him, God will take him."

...

Ten miles away from Wudang Mountain, Hebiweng and the two men in black staggered. Finally, they could no longer suppress their injuries and fell to the ground, panting from exhaustion.

"Why is this old man's martial arts so unfathomable? When I fought against him many years ago, I thought he was just a few steps ahead of me. Now that my martial arts have skyrocketed, he is still a step ahead of me. It's really strange."

Hebiweng gritted his teeth and said.

Although the two men in black were vomiting blood, their eyes were dull and they did not answer Hebiweng's words.

"Brother, Master, you..." Hebi Weng glanced at them, sighed heavily, and shook his head. This evil method has some flaws after all. These two people are senior brothers and masters, but they are not.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance. He Biweng raised his head and followed the sound, and saw Murong Fu and Ding Chunqiu, each with more than ten masked men in black, coming towards them.

"Murong Fu, you came at the right time. Quickly take the people with me to the mountain and kill that naughty old man." He Biweng never looked down upon Murong Fu. He always felt that he was too petty to become a great person.

Murong Fu walked to Hebi Weng and suddenly smiled. His smile was strange and not as respectful as before.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do things, otherwise..." Hebi Weng was a little annoyed. Could it be that this kid saw that he was injured and was gloating about his misfortune?

"Yes, I'll go right away." Murong Fu and Ding Chunqiu looked at each other, and suddenly they struck at Hebiweng's ribs at the same time.

Hebi Weng was shocked and turned pale. He was about to use his energy to resist, but the true energy in his body leaked out like a tide. After a while, he became a mummy.

During this process, the two men in black led by He Biweng watched everything indifferently.

"Mr. Murong, this person's internal strength is not weak, he is a great addition!" Ding Chunqiu stroked his beard and said with a smile, "There is just one thing that is a bit troublesome."

"Please give me some advice from Mr. Ding." Murong Fu bowed and said.

"He was also Gong Jiu's confidant and a direct subordinate of Dongfang Bubai. Now he died in such an unexplained way. How am I going to explain it when I go back?"

"That's true." Murong Fu frowned, pointed at He Bi Weng's body, and said, "With the way he looks now, one can tell at a glance that he was possessed by Beiming Magic, but that little thief Su Yang is not in Wudang Mountain.

It’s better to…”

His voice suddenly became softer. Ding Chunqiu didn't hear clearly what he said, so he subconsciously came closer and asked, "What."

"It's better than this!" Before Murong Fu could finish his words, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, he hit Ding Chunqiu hard on the chest with his right palm.

"Traitor!" Ding Chunqiu was caught off guard and was knocked away by Murong Fu with a palm. Murong Fu was now at par with his skills. Ding Chunqiu was unprepared for this palm. His heart was interrupted immediately and he fell to the ground vomiting blood.

.

Murong Fu walked slowly to Ding Chunqiu, with a hint of madness on his face: "You idiot. Since you taught me the Beiming Divine Art, didn't you think that this day would come to you?"

After saying that, he stood on Ding Chunqiu's head with one palm and struck it down hard. Ding Chunqiu could not resist and was sucked dry in the blink of an eye.

"Buried!" Murong Fu waved his hand at a group of masked men in black. The men in black, all expressionless, dug a big hole and threw the bodies of Ding Chunqiu and He Biweng down.

...

The world is turbulent and chaos is about to happen again.

In just a few months, Xingxiu Hai, Qingcheng Sect, Songshan Sect, Blood Knife Sect, Shenlong Island, Iron Palm Gang, Jueqing Valley, Huashan Sect led by Xian Yutong, etc., dozens of sects, large and small, and even Bai Bai

The Tuoshan chain, as well as most of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, have experienced huge changes. Either the entire faction has been wiped out or has disappeared. Some have changed their banners.

Overnight, a new force emerged in the world, and the name of this force was: Yang Slayer Alliance.

Within a month, the Yang-Destroying Alliance started a huge war in the world. After conquering some of the initial small and medium-sized sects, the Yang-Destroying Alliance began to extend its tentacles to the traditional old-fashioned sects, and actually extended to the entire world at the same time.

A challenge was launched.

At first, the various sects in the Jianghu thought it was just a cult in the Jianghu. It was not a problem. Besides, no matter how powerful the Yang Slayer Alliance was, how could they compete with the entire Jianghu. However, they did not expect that the Yang Slayer Alliance had such amazing combat power that it could attack from all sides.

, the power is dispersed, and the world is in a state of chaos.

In desperation, they all joined forces to protect themselves.

Siyue Sword Sect and Shaolin Wudang have joined forces. Linghu Chong has now mastered the Dugu Nine Swords. Yu Fangzheng and Chongxu compete with each other on the plank road of Xuankong Temple every day, especially Chongxu. This old Taoist disciple is not good at it, but he is good at martial arts.

He was quite obsessed with it, dragging Linghu Chong to practice swordsmanship with him all day long, and often staying out all night, which made Yue Nuxia, the head of Huashan Taishang, secretly lose a lot of temper;

The Ancient Tomb and the Quanzhen sect were helping each other. In the past, the two factions were at loggerheads. After joining forces this time, even Li Mochou came back. Unexpectedly, the two sides discovered a secret passage that could connect between the Ancient Tomb and the Quanzhen sect's secret room.

It suddenly dawned on them that the relationship between the two factions was much deeper than they imagined.

The boy who discovered the secret passage was a little guy named Yang Guo who was sent by Guo Daxia to learn martial arts from the Quanzhen sect. The little guy was very spooky. It was said that he once found a fairy sister taking a bath in the secret passage...

It turns out that fairies also need to take a bath.

The Mingjiao and Wulin sects stopped making trouble and gathered in the back hill of Shaolin Temple to listen to Master Xie Xun's sermons. On this day, Master Xie Xun suddenly stood up, walked up to an old monk, and violently expelled his power.

The Seven Injury Fist caused the old monk named Yuan Zhen to vomit blood and die. Mingjiao and Shaolin almost started another war.

The Lingjiu Palace has no owner, and a group of female disciples have moved into the Xixia Palace. There are many young warriors in the Xixia Palace. Many of them have studied martial arts with the princess, and accidentally competed with the sisters from the Lingjiu Palace. They were pleasantly surprised.

It was discovered that the martial arts of both parties actually came from the same school.

Since they are from the same sect, they are brothers and sisters. It is natural for brothers and sisters to have close contact with each other. With such close contact, it is normal for something to happen. The female disciples of the Jiutianjiu Department of the Lingjiu Palace and the guards of the Xixia Palace are not.

Get along most harmoniously.

The disciples of the Beggar Clan don't want to eat anymore and gather together all day long to practice the Lotus Falling Dog Fighting Formation. However, there are too many people in the Beggar Clan. It is inevitable that some of them are weak in skills and are not even qualified to practice the Dog Fighting Formation. These people have no brains.

Be flexible, rob a high-ranking official's house, wait until you are caught and thrown into jail, and hide for a few days.

Over there, Fan Li asked Xi Shi: "Are you leaving?"

Xi Shi said: "Why didn't you ask me when you sent me here?"

Fan Li said: "I want to help the king restore his country!"

Xi Shi said: "Then why do you ask now?"

Fan Li said: "If the world is in chaos, the country will never be restored."

Xi Shi said: "It's too late for you to ask."

"Why?"

Xi Shi said: "I don't want to be given away by you to others for the second time, and the man next to me will never give it away to others even if his country is ruined and he dies."

Fan Li said solemnly: "But you don't love him!"

Xishi suddenly smiled: "What is love?"

Fan Li said: "I love you!"

Xi Shi shook his head: "We only love ourselves, you, me, your Majesty, and everyone in the world is the same."

Fan Li: "You forgot, he is an enemy! Besides, there is no love between you!"

Xi Shi sighed: "I haven't forgotten, I also know."

Fan Li asked: "Then why are you?"

Xi Shi said: "I am just a woman, and he treats me well. This is enough."

Fan Li left the palace.

Many years later, he was sitting on the wealth of the world. His king became the overlord of the country, and their enemies and former lovers had all turned into withered bones.

On the battlefield in the world, they were completely victorious and devastated, but on another battlefield, they were defeated by a man that that woman didn't love at all.

Fan Li didn't know what love was until the day he died.

…

The sky is full of wind and snow. In the snow valley.

Di Yun looked out of the valley, thoughtfully.

There was a pair of arms behind him, gently holding his waist.

"Do you want to go out?" Shui Sheng asked.
To be continued...