Shocked and panicked, in an instant, there were shouts and shouts, and the warriors who attacked Chongyang Palace finally came to their senses.
"Hmph, if you dare to go to Chongyang Palace to cause trouble, it would be a shame to die."
During these days, Taiyuan traveled around the world and realized the sword intention of death. Along the way, countless Mongolian knights died under his sword. His murderous intention was strong, and he originally wanted to return to Chongyang Palace for a while.
I took some time to recuperate and calm down the murderous intention in my heart, but as soon as I returned to Zhongnan Mountain, something like this happened.
Under the fierce fire, Taiyuan couldn't control much, so he took action and started killing.
Hearing someone shouting in panic, he looked indifferent and snorted coldly. His body flashed like an invisible shadow, and the sharp sword in his hand flashed frequently. Gray sword auras crisscrossed the sky, ripples appeared in the void, and the sword auras
Wherever he passed, there was immediately a bloody storm.
As soon as the death sword comes out, life withers away. Etai Yuan's martial arts training and Tongtian swordsmanship at this moment bring about shocking killings. No one can resist the power of his sword.
Not long after, the entire front of the Chongyang Palace was filled with blood, and broken arms were flying everywhere.
It has to be said that Taiyuan's attack was extremely ruthless. Although it only took a moment since he took action, more people died under his sword than those who died in the melee just now.
Not only the leftists who attacked Chongyang Palace were horrified, but also many disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, their faces were pale at this time, and there was a look of fear in their eyes.
In the past, these Quanzhen disciples practiced martial arts in Chongyang Palace and competed with other disciples. If they were to say that they had experienced a real life-and-death fight, there were really not many of them. Now they saw such a brutal scene of killing as Taiyuan, how could they?
Can you not be frightened?
Shocked and screaming in horror, a group of people began to run in all directions and fled towards the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.
"Run!"
"This Taoist priest is so ruthless. He killed dozens of people in the blink of an eye. What a devil!"
While fleeing, frightened roars could be heard from time to time on the mountain road.
What happened tonight, for these heretical people, started out smoothly, but in a blink of an eye, they fell into the abyss, with heavy casualties and extremely bloody things. Everything changed too fast and too tragically.
Taiyuan watched with cold eyes and did not pursue him. He turned around and headed towards the main hall of Chongyang Palace.
At this time, a fierce battle was going on in the main hall of Chongyang Palace.
A richly dressed young man led a group of Tibetan monks, followed by a tall, ferocious-looking man, who was fighting with the Seven Quanzhen Sons.
After ten years, the Quanzhen Seven Sons are already quite old. Although their skills have become more refined and powerful, they still have not broken through their innate abilities and their energy is still lacking. This group of Tibetan monks are not weak in their skills, especially the young master and the leader.
Strong monks are even more powerful.
These people were the Mongolian prince Huodu and his senior brother Dalba. They were the ones behind the attack on the Chongyang Palace. They gathered a group of monsters and monsters, and together they attacked Zhongnan Mountain, and there were a large group of right-wingers.
The soldiers restrained many third and fourth generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, but they went directly to the Chongyang Hall and attacked the Seven Quanzhen disciples.
I saw Huo Du with a sinister look on his face, holding a stainless steel folding fan, with a fluttering figure. He was tapping or sweeping the folding fan with exquisite tricks, including the judge's pen, sword technique, stick technique, stick technique and many other weapon skills.
The number of moves, one move after another, with fierce energy, moved towards the vital points of the Quanzhen Seventh Son.
They arrived suddenly, and the space in the Chongyang Hall was somewhat insufficient, so it was difficult for the Quanzhen Seven Sons to form the Tiangang Beidou Formation, and it was difficult for the seven people to gather their strength. At this time, facing the siege of this group of masters, the situation was really not good.
The most ferocious one was the Darba. A vajra as thick as an arm danced in his hand. Golden light shone in the air. The strange wind was low. There was a faint burning smell in the air, as if there were sparks flying. You can imagine the power contained in it.
And know.
The Quanzhen Seven Sons each held long swords, and the swords were blazing, and they continued to resist the attacks of this group of people. Although there was no danger for a while, it was difficult to break the situation. And as time went by, their skills were consumed a lot, and gradually,
Somewhat powerless.
"Haha, you old Taoist priests are so stubborn that today is the day when the Quanzhen sect will be destroyed!"
Huo Dou used the violent wind and thunder technique, his moves were like lightning, his sound was like thunder, and his moves were vicious, and he actually put Qiu Chuji at a disadvantage.
Qiu Chuji is the one with the highest martial arts among the Seven Quanzhen disciples. After ten years of cultivation, he has made great progress. Although he has not broken through the innate realm, he can still be regarded as the peak of acquired realm. At this time, Huo Dou was even on par with him.
He has the upper hand, which is evident from his high martial arts attainments.
"Huo Dou, you just want to destroy me, Quanzhen? What a wishful thinking!"
Qiu Chuji was so furious that he danced with the long sword in his hand. The dense sword aura filled the air. He stabbed out three swords in a row. They were dotted with cold light, and they all aimed at Huo Dou's chest to kill him.
One sword transforms the Three Pure Ones!
In anger, Qiu Chuji violently activated his skills and used the Quanzhen Sect's unique swordsmanship. One sword transformed the three realms, and one sword was like three swords. The speed was shocking.
Huo Du snorted coldly, and his body swayed. There were flickering afterimages, and the folding fan in his hand moved repeatedly, making a few crisp sounds, but Qiu Chuji's sword attack was blocked by him.
But Huo Du's violent wind and thunder skill is a martial arts that pursues speed. Although Qiu Chuji's sword transforming into three clears is sharp and fast, it is not so fast that he can't react. It's not that easy to really hurt him.
easy.
"Damn it, what is the origin of this Huo Dou to have such martial arts skills?"
Qiu Chuji's expression changed, and he was a little shocked. Even with the Quanzhen Sect's eyes and ears, Huo Dou had never heard of such a master in the world over the years. His sudden appearance on Zhongnan Mountain really shocked them.
Caught off guard.
"Haha, Qiu Chuji, is this your Quanzhen swordsmanship? It doesn't look very good. How can you be my opponent? Your Quanzhen sect seems to be doomed today!"
Huo Du laughed wildly and waved his arms. The group of Tibetan monks following him shouted at the same time and began to attack with all their strength.
There was a loud bang, and Darba on the other side smashed down his pestle. Sun Buer grunted, and the long sword in his hand was blown away by the huge force. The ferocious Vajra pestle fell without losing force, and hit her shoulder directly.
, there were a few crunching sounds, and the shoulder blade had been broken.
This was due to Sun Buer's pure Xuan Gong. At the last moment, the internal body protection was able to release a lot of the force on the vajra, otherwise it would not be as easy as breaking a few bones with just one blow.
But even so, Sun Buer was severely injured and immediately lost her fighting ability. She collapsed on the ground and moaned softly. Although she was profound in Taoism, her shoulder blade was broken, and the pain involved was not trivial, and the Darbana Vajra
The pestle contained a strong and fierce energy, which was constantly eroding her meridians. This was also a serious injury. She couldn't do it in a short time. Once she did it, she couldn't suppress this destructive force, and the harm to herself was even greater.
big.
Sun Buer was injured, leaving only Quanzhen's six sons. Qiu Chuji was restrained by Huo Du and fought in a group, unable to distinguish his spirit. Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi and others were also surrounded by more than a dozen Tibetan monks and beat them randomly.
Dalba held the vajra and smashed it randomly several times, but it was difficult to break the situation for a while.
All of this was naturally Huo Du's calculation. He had long known the reputation of the Quanzhen Seven Sons and had a better understanding of the Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou Formation. Therefore, he was not prepared to let the Quanzhen Seven Sons set up the formation from the beginning, but chose
A sudden attack was made, directly blocking the Quanzhen Seven Sons in the Chongyang Hall, and they had to capture one of them in the shortest possible time.
Sure enough, his plan was successful. Sun Buer was seriously injured. Even if the rest of the people tried to arrange the formation, they were not perfect enough and could not really concentrate their power. The threat to Huo Du's group immediately dropped a lot.
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"Haha, senior brother, good job!" Huo Dou laughed wildly and looked at the Quanzhen people coldly, "Master Ma Yu, how about it? Your Quanzhen sect is in chaos now, and its destruction is right in front of you. Why don't you just surrender?
, Surrender to me, the Mongol Khan?"
"Hmph, the Mongols are ravaging the Central Plains. Our Quanzhen Sect cannot expel the Tartars. We are already ashamed of our ancestors. How can we join the Mongols? Huo Dou, you'd better not waste any more words. Let's fight today and decide whether we live or die.
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Ma Yu's tone was calm, but he was very determined, showing his profound cultivation of character. Even now, he has not lost his composure and is still calm and composed.
"Okay, okay, since you don't know how to praise me, don't blame Xiao Wang for being ruthless. Everyone, kill me!"
Huo Du looked gloomy and ordered with a sneer.
After a while, the fighting in the Chongyang Hall became more and more intense. Both the Quanzhen Seven Sons and Huo Du and others were trying their best. Their energy roared, and the entire hall was filled with chaotic air currents, surging.
However, Huo Du's side already had the advantage overall. After Sun Bu'er was injured, not only did their strength decrease greatly, but Huo Du and others were ruthless and kept attacking the seriously injured Sun Bu'er, which greatly restrained Ma Yu.
After dozens of moves, Hao Datong and Liu Chuxuan were injured by Darba's vajra. Although they did not completely lose their combat effectiveness, they were still in danger.
Qiu Chuji looked on anxiously, but there was nothing he could do about it. Huo Dou was extremely cunning. Although there was some gap between him and him in terms of skill, he was young and strong, had ruthless moves, and had an erratic figure. He mainly focused on containment and had never had a head-on collision.
This made Qiu Chuji furious and helpless.
"Damn it, if either Taiyuan or Uncle Zhou were here, our Quanzhen sect would not have suffered such a disaster today."
Qiu Chuji was secretly angry, but there was nothing he could do.
When the Seven Sons of Quanzhen were in danger, Taiyuan finally arrived.
He struck out with his palm, and the door of the Chongyang Palace was shattered. He stepped inside and saw Huo Dou and others besieging the Seventh Son of Quanzhen.
Suddenly, after a loud noise, there was one more person in the hall. Qiu Chuji glanced around and felt very happy in his heart.
"Haha, Taiyuan, you are finally back, God bless me!"
Ma Yu and others were also surprised. They all knew that as soon as Taiyuan appeared, today's disaster would be over.
"Master, please wait for a moment until Pindao has taken care of these people."
Taiyuan's tone was cold, and his eyes were like swords, falling on Huo Dou and others one by one.
"who are you?"
Huo Dou's heart trembled. From the expressions of the Quanzhen Seventh Son, he could see that the situation seemed to have changed, and he shouted quickly.
"Huo Dou, Dalba? It is indeed you, very good, very good, who dare to attack the Chongyang Palace. You can all stay here today."
Taiyuan glanced at these people indifferently, among which Huodu and Dalba were the most conspicuous. He only took a glance and made some guesses about their identities.
Before he finished speaking, Taiyuan stepped forward and appeared in the field. With a wave of his long sword, a gray sword energy shot out. It was unpredictable and as fast as a ghost, sweeping around the group of Tibetan monks.
, there was a dull sound, blood spattered, heads flew around, and broken limbs fell to the ground.
A dozen Tibetan monks who were not weak in martial arts were instantly destroyed by his death sword, without even the strength to resist.
Such horrific killing methods immediately made Huodu and Dalba tremble with fear.
"not good!"
Huo Dou's heart was beating, and he was sweating heavily on his back. He knew that today he met an unprecedented master, and he was not an opponent of the same level at all. In his mind, even his master, Jin Lun Dharma King, did not have such powerful kung fu.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind, and I thought of a terrible result.
"You, you are the Sword God Taiyuan!"
Huo Dou screamed suddenly, with a look of disbelief on his face, and more of a look of horror.
The name Taiyuan, the Sword God, has become a legend in the world. Ever since the sword debate in Huashan more than ten years ago, Taiyuan has disappeared from the world. To this day, there are various rumors, some saying that Taiyuan
He has sealed his sword and retired to seclusion. Some said that he had an accident while practicing martial arts. In short, there are various rumors leaked out, but one thing is certain, that is, Taiyuan has not appeared on Zhongnan Mountain for ten years.
It was also because of this that Huo Dou had the courage to attack the Quanzhen Sect, but he did not expect that such a legendary figure who had disappeared for a long time would suddenly appear tonight.
"Pindao is Taiyuan, and you are Huodu, the Mongolian prince? You are quite courageous, but that's the end of it."
Taiyuan slowly sheathed the sword, and the green light flowed on the sword without any trace of blood.
But everyone knows that the sword in his hand is the most terrifying weapon in the world. The masters among more than a dozen Tibetan monks have proved this with their lives.
Although Dalba was reckless and straightforward, he had heard of the name of the sword god Taiyuan and knew that the situation was not good. He moved forward and stood next to Huo Du, holding the vajra in his hand and looking at Taiyuan with great vigilance.
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"Sword God Taiyuan, I am a Mongolian prince. How dare you kill me? Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster to the Quanzhen Sect? Once this king dies here, our Mongolian army will turn your Chongyang Palace into scorched earth soon.
, kill all Quanzhen disciples!"
Huo Dou was frightened in his heart, but he forced himself to calm down. He knew that this moment was the most dangerous moment in his life. If he did not do well, his life would be at risk here, so he suppressed the fear in his heart.
He said coldly.
"Oh? Huo Dou, are you threatening Pindao?"
Taiyuan's eyes flickered, and wisps of murderous intent surged out. Huo Du's face turned pale, and he felt that the air around him had become heavy and sticky. His heart felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, almost crushing his spine, and he knelt down on the ground.
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It was only then that he truly felt the power of Taiyuan, the legendary sword god.
His momentum alone would make him kneel on the ground. What a terrifying situation this is.
"What I said is the truth. Our Mongolian army is powerful all over the world. Do you think that a mere Zhongnan Mountain can withstand the strength of my army?"
Huo Du spoke every word with determination.
"So what about the Mongolian army? If they want to destroy our Quanzhen Taoism, it depends on their ability. Unfortunately, you can't see all this."
Taiyuan's mind is as deep as the sea, and he is about to reach the realm of a great master of heaven and man. How can Huo Dou be able to sway him with just a few threats? His tone was cold, without any emotion, and he walked towards Huo Dou step by step, his momentum getting stronger and stronger.
It was so severe and vast that Huo Dou's soul almost collapsed.
Whew, a dim sword light struck, causing ripples in the air, right at the center of Huo Dou's eyebrows.
Taiyuan has already taken action.
Huo Dou's expression changed drastically, and the endless madness in despair surged into his heart. He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He finally broke free from the suppression of Taiyuan's momentum, stretched out his hand, and held Dalbala on his body.
forward.
At the same time, there was wind under his feet, and he jumped forward and fled towards the outside of the Chongyang Hall.
All this happened as fast as lightning, and Huo Dou's reaction was not untimely. From bringing Darbara over to be the scapegoat, to escaping at full speed, it was all done in an instant.
Daerba felt a strong pull, staggered a few steps, his eyes changed with horror, and with a pop, the sharp sword was like thunder, and it was already buried between his eyebrows, and the dead sword energy instantly crushed his head.
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The huge and heavy body collapsed to the ground.
Taiyuan shook his head slightly. Although Huo Dou's reaction was quick, he was at such a level of cultivation that he could not grasp it. Even if he could pull back the thrust of the sword, it would be easy. However, Dalba was also his target.
, didn't bother to change at all, and just killed this person with one sword.
As for Huo Dou, how could it be so easy to escape from Taiyuan?
"Want to run away? Isn't it too much to underestimate the poor?"
After speaking lightly, Taiyuan's figure faded, and his true form had already chased him out.
Huo Dou's heart was beating like a drum, and the blood all over his body was surging. His Qinggong was pushed to the extreme, and the whistling wind flew past his ears. At this moment, it was already the fastest speed in his life.
"Not enough, not enough, we need to go faster. It is said that the sword god Taiyuan is not only a god in swordsmanship, but also has superb light kung fu and body skills. I want to escape from his hands, but this speed is not enough!"
Countless thoughts swirled in Huo Dou's heart. He roared suddenly and his whole body was shaken. His face was extremely ferocious, his stool turned red, his dantian was shaking, and the power in his body was greatly improved in an instant.
With flying speed, Huo Dou, in despair and madness, resorted to forbidden techniques regardless of the consequences, burning his own energy and spirit. He really tried his best.
"What a ruthless Mongolian prince. It's a pity that in front of Pindao, no matter how hard you try, you will only die. It's only because you overestimate your own capabilities and dare to come to Mount Zhongnan."
A sigh sounded in Huo Dou's ears like thunder. He suddenly turned his head and saw Taiyuan fluttering at his feet, as if he was relying on the wind to control the wind, and the dust appeared beside him.
The green light was like mist, appearing and disappearing. With a plop, Huo Du's running body suddenly fell onto the mountain road. In the dim night, the bright red between his eyebrows was very dazzling.