Chapter 12 Martial Arts Master

Weiwei Kunwu.

The clouds are tall and straight, and the mountain road winds up.

Different from the past.

The mountain road is crowded with warriors, and the mountain road goes from bottom to top, red and blood-red.

Kill with one step.

Ten steps and ten kills.

The blood soaked the soil, and the swords and swords were colorful and colorful.

The fierce tiger carries the coffin in the center.

Xiao Liyue led the way.

Bats and hawks guarded the left and right.

After Gong Ling cut it off with a knife.

The five of us are of one mind and have no other thoughts, they are just moving upward.

The fierce tiger adjusted the coffin, carried it on his back, and held the iron pestle.

The iron pestle swung left and right, unable to cope with the situation.

There are too many people coming.

Bat and Ma Ying were both good players, but they couldn't stand it any longer. From time to time, someone broke through their defenses and attacked in the middle.

Kill for one day.

Not only the bats, but also the eagles are not strong anymore.

Even Xiao Liyue and Gong Ling were panting.

The five of them all understood that if they continued to fight, they would die.

However.

The five of them had no complaints or regrets.

This is how the rivers and lakes are rough, carrying the word of righteousness on one's shoulders, but letting life and death go without hesitation.

"Gong Ling! You are at the end of your strength. Abandon your sword quickly. I, the Hengdao Sect, can still take you in!" Jiang Shifang, the leader of the Hengdao Sect, shouted loudly.

Jiang Shifang himself knew why he said this.

If Gong Ling hadn't shown mercy, his body would have been cold long ago.

Not only did he not die, but even the disciples of the Hengdao Sect were injured, but none of them died.

Jiang Shifang wanted to leave a way for Gong Ling to survive and also add a fighting force to his family.

Gong Ling stood up unsteadily, looked at Jiang Shifang calmly and said:

"Sect Master, I will call you Sect Master one last time. If you come forward again, don't blame Gong Ling for being ruthless with his sword."

Hearing this, Jiang Shifang stamped his feet and shouted: "Gong Ling, what benefit did Xiang Tianxiao give you to make you die like this!!"

Shaking her head, Gong Ling seemed to recall the scene when she and Xiang Tianxiao escaped together when they were young.

A real man has things to do and things not to do. There are righteousness and kindness, and there should be choices.

Gong Ling said coldly:

"Brothers from the Hengdao Sect, if anyone takes one more step forward, don't blame Gong for not remembering our past friendship. When I bury the head brother, Gong will be slashed with thousands of knives."

The words have been said, and there is no point in saying more.

Gong Ling's powerful crossbow body burst out with a strong fighting spirit!

Faced with this, Jiang Shifang couldn't help but take a step back.

A long sigh! Jiang Shifang waved his hand and said loudly:

"That's it! I, Hengdao Sect, will quit now!"

After speaking, Jiang Shifang led a group of disciples away without looking back.

Suddenly, everyone in Kunwu Mountain looked at each other in shock.

When I was young, some people already quietly backed down.

Seeing this, a black-faced man jumped out and shouted:

"Listen, all the sects, if we let them go today, there will no longer be a place for us to stand in Kunwu Mountain. We can only... uh..."

A flying grab had already choked the black-faced man to death.

The chain was tightened and the flying claws were retracted. Ma Ying panted strongly and said:

"Either kill or retreat, no matter how much nonsense you say!"

I don’t know who shouted:

"They are gone! Kill them!"

In an instant, a group of people shouted:

"Kill them and avenge Master!"

"Revenge for senior brother!"

"Give my junior brother his life!"

After the First World War, the Kunwu Sect had formed a deadly feud with other factions in Kunwu Mountain.

There was another scuffle.

The five of them hung up their decorations and retreated to the coffin.

Kunwu Mountain's factions surrounded each other.

Looking around at the people with hatred on their faces, Xiao Liyue with disheveled hair tilted her head slightly and said softly:

"Tiger, you go ahead and fight your way out while you still have the strength."

The fierce tiger leveled the coffin, wiped off the blood on it, shook his head, and responded softly:

"Back then, Master Xiang did not abandon us and leave."

"Sister is right, you'll probably die. If you go to Underworld, there will be more people and it will be more lively." Bat said.

Xiao Liyue nodded and said, "Third Junior Brother, do you still have some energy left?"

"Sister, please don't persuade me." Gong Ling said dissatisfied.

Shaking her head, Xiao Liyue dropped her sword on the ground.

Xiao Liyue slowly walked to the coffin, touched her hair, and whispered:

"I want to comb my hair. When I get downstairs, I'm afraid the head master won't be happy when he sees me like this."

"Hahaha~~~~~!"

Gong Ling laughed loudly, turned around behind Xiao Liyue, swung the knife horizontally again, and said loudly:

"Senior Sister, you only have to do your makeup. I saw someone who didn't open his eyes and dared to disturb you."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three fierce and charming tigers protected Xiao Liyue inside.

The fighting started again.

Outside, there was an endless sound of clashing golden bells.

Inside, Xiao Liyue pushed open the coffin lid, looked at the face of the person in the coffin, closed her eyes and shed tears, and opened her teeth slightly:

"Brother, are you lonely down there? Yue'er will be here in a moment."

…………

At the door of life and death.

A silver-haired figure with closed eyes, flickering in and out, almost transparent.

Inside the door, red light rippled, setting off red flames and waves ten feet high!

Left white, right black.

Under the two flags, numbers flew up.

Black is the color of the Divine Fist Hall.

In white, there are people who died in vain in Rouge Village.

Because, Shenquan Hall was initially considered as the team to save Yang Xiao, and Xiang Tianxiao was also considered as the first team.

At the same time, the number of black and white figures has been increasing continuously. It is estimated that it should be contributed by the various factions on Kunwu Mountain!

I only heard the faint voice of the Gate of Life and Death rising again:

"The person whose life is about to fall in love, number it in black and white to increase his longevity."

Slowly, Xiang Tianxiao's body began to solidify.

Silver hair flutters.

Open your eyes!

…………

"Brother, are you lonely down there? Yue'er will be here in a moment."

Suddenly!

A big hand stretched out from the coffin and caressed the beauty's tears.

A voice came from the coffin:

"Junior sister, don't cry."

"It's a fake corpse!!!"

Someone screamed in alarm, and the people from all the Kunwu Mountain sects hurriedly retreated.

Xiang Tianxiao sat up from the coffin.

Looking at a few familiar faces, everyone felt hurt.

At this time, everyone was bursting with tears, but there was no sign of surprise.

"Sorry, I slept a little too long." Xiang Tianxiao apologized.

Gong Ling was in a state of inexplicable excitement, and responded stupidly: "Not long, just right."

Coming out of the coffin, Xiang Tianxiao took Gong Ling's head in his arms, and hugged his junior sister with one arm, but he said sincerely to the fierce and charming tiger:

"Young and charming...the love of guarding the coffin, I will never forget my smile to the sky."

The fat woman with a fierce look on her face now had a touch of the shyness of a daughter, her round and plump body was blessed, and she responded:

"I have made a serious statement to the leader. My last name is Shentu. Just call me Jiaojiao."

Xiang Tianxiao nodded, patted his juniors and sisters on the back, and took Gong Ling's cold saw.

Looking at Bat and Ma Ying gratefully, the two nodded in response.

Picking up the lady's sword on the ground, he smiled to the sky, swords left and right, and stood on the spot.

Look around.

Xiangtian smiled and looked at the blood on the ground, took a breath, lowered his eyes and said coldly:

"Within three breaths, those who abandon their weapons will not be killed."

Everyone in Kunwu Mountain has not yet reacted.

Three breaths have passed!

Xiang Tianxiao's eyes opened sharply, his silver hair moved without wind, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The swords came out together and they roared:

"Anyone who hurts our Kunwu sect will die!"

Dead word export.

The red sword is as powerful as a horse!

Thousands of winter plums are flying!

Fire is accompanied by plum blossoms, red light and cold air intersect.

A massacre begins!

…

Those who have cultivated for thirty years in Jianghu, can adjust yin and yang, cultivate internally and externally, and integrate the twelve main meridians of the Jiangxin Palace in the Dantian, and the eight extraordinary meridians of the Zhongyu Palace in the lower Dantian.

It is usually called: fusion period, or Xiaocheng state.
Chapter completed!