Chapter 52 Attacked on the way home, besieged by three factions
After more than ten days of preparation, once he successfully stole the forty-two chapters of the Sutra, Gui Zhong's trip was considered a success. Until he returned to the inn, the city of Kunming was still silent, and apparently no one noticed it.
Early the next morning, Gui Zhong got up, left the inn, and walked out of Kunming City. Having achieved his goal, he was not prepared to stay here for a long time. If Wu Sangui discovered any clues, it would be very bad.
After traveling less than a few dozen miles from the city, Gui Zhong's face had already darkened. He felt that in the surrounding mountains and forests, the sound of thick and thin breathing could be faintly heard, and there were dozens of people hiding in hiding.
In the dark, although these people hid cleverly, they still underestimated Gui Zhong's skills and were discovered by him in an instant.
"Huh? Did Wu Sangui find out that the Forty-Two Chapters of the Sutra had been stolen? Probably not. The sutra was originally well placed in his study. What is going on now?"
Although doubtful in his heart, Gui Zhong already has his sword drawn in his hand, ready to deal with it at any time. Each of these dozens of people in the dark are elite players and should not be underestimated.
"Who are you? Since you have to deal with Pindao, why don't you stay so secretive? Do you think that your traces cannot be discovered by Pindao?"
Gui Zhong stood there and said quietly.
As soon as he finished speaking, figures swooped out from the depths of the forest. They were all dressed in powerful clothes, holding weapons in their hands, and filled with murderous intent.
Then a young man in rich clothes walked out, followed by four or five people, looking carefully protected.
"Haha, Taiyuan Taoist is indeed worthy of his reputation. He actually discovered the ambush below. But now you are trapped in a tight siege. Do you still want to escape today?"
The young man smiled faintly, looked calm, and played with a folding fan in his hand. He had a commanding, free and easy temperament.
"Who are you? Please state your name."
Gui Zhong didn't care about what the young man said. He had already vaguely guessed in his mind that this place was in Kunming, Yunnan Province. There were only a handful of people with such power, and the identity of the person in front of him was easily revealed.
"I am Wu Yingxiong, the prince of Prince Pingxi. Taoist priest Taiyuan came to Yunnan this time. Why did he leave so quietly? My father and son admire the Taoist priest's reputation very much. I came here just to invite him."
Let’s talk to the prince’s palace.”
This young man in brocade is none other than Wu Yingxiong, the eldest son of Prince Pingxi. He is smiling and speaking in a leisurely manner.
"Hey, why, do you all treat guests like this in Pingxi Prince's Mansion? But Pindao can't see any sincerity. Besides, Pindao and your father and son have never met each other, and they have no friendship. Let's forget about it.
Bar."
Gui Zhong spoke calmly, seemingly turning a blind eye to the many experts around him, and his eyes fell on Wu Yingxiong with scorching eyes.
"So Taoist Taiyuan won't give Xiao Wang this face?"
Wu Yingxiong's face turned gloomy, his tone was a bit cold, and he scolded Gui Zhong in his heart for not knowing how to praise him. This time Gui Zhong came to Kunming, and there seemed to be no movement, but he was dressed in Taoist attire, and he was also very conspicuous. Pingxi Prince's Palace was in Kunming
He had many eyes and ears, so he naturally discovered his traces very quickly. However, he couldn't figure out his purpose for the moment, so he didn't act rashly. Recently, Gui Zhong left Kunming directly, which made everyone in Pingxi Palace confused. They had no choice but to
Next, Wu Yingxiong came directly with a group of masters and wanted to force him to treat him.
Wu Sangui also got news from Jindingmen and knew about Gui Zhong. In addition, there were rumors in the world some time ago that Taoist Taiyuan was so powerful in Mount Wutai that even Master Bayan of Tantric Buddhism died in his hands.
Since Wu Sangui, a top-notch master, has ambitions to conquer the world, he naturally wants to recruit all talents for his own use. This Taiyuan Taoist has extraordinary skills, so he naturally wants to win over him. Even if he fails to win over him, he will kill him in Yunnan.
This is also typical of tycoon ambition.
If it can be used by me, it is naturally the best. If it is not used, then kill it. In short, it will not leave any trouble.
"Haha, Prince Wu, please come back. I am an outsider and have no interest in things like visiting the palace as a guest."
Gui Zhong's firm tone finally made Wu Yingxiong completely furious.
"Okay, okay, if that's the case, don't blame Xiao Wang for being cruel, Taoist Taiyuan. Everyone, work together to capture this arrogant person for Xiao Wang. If he resists, he will be killed without mercy!"
After all, he is the prince of the palace, and when he gives the order, he is really a bit murderous.
Everyone agreed, and dozens of elite masters rushed up to kill them instantly.
Swish, a blade of light was like lightning, forming a silver net that enveloped Gui Zhong. The moves were sharp and concise, with murderous intent. There were seven or eight people who used the sword, and each of them should not be underestimated. Their aura was strong, and they were also in the world.
A second-rate expert.
"Huh? People from the Golden Dome Sect?"
Gui Zhong's heart was moved. From the number of ways these people took action, he could see that these seven or eight people were the masters of the Jinding Sect. Since he came out of the mountain, he had had several confrontations with the Jinding Sect. He was naturally very familiar with the martial arts of this sect.
It was clear that the seven or eight men at the moment were all elite men who had experienced hundreds of battles. In the blink of an eye, layers of sword light enveloped his entire body.
"Well done!" With a long roar, Gui Zhong charged out boldly. With a move of his long sword, it was like thunder suddenly appearing. Balls of sword light disappeared into the sword curtain like clouds. His steps flickered like swimming fish, constantly dodging.
Open up a series of murderous swords.
Ding, jingle, in the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged seven or eight moves. One side has exquisite swordsmanship, and the other side has ruthless sword skills. Neither of them is easy to compete with. However, Gui Zhong's martial arts is now at a higher level, and he has acquired the seventh level of cultivation.
Because he was almost perfect, his internal energy was majestic, and every thrust of the sword was filled with powerful and pure internal energy. Although these elites from the Jinding Sect came together, they groaned repeatedly under his attack, and their arms shook violently.
They almost lost their hands with the long sword, and everyone was shocked.
Once Gui Zhong made a move, it was like a long river, continuous and continuous. Xiyi's sword technique was used, and it was like a ball of blue smoke to kill in. The sword light Xiyi was looming, hard to distinguish. There were several muffled pops and puffs, and there were several places immediately.
Blood spattered, and several elite members of the Golden Dome Sect staggered back.
Some had a gash on their chests, with bones visible, and some had blood flowing from their wrists, their meridians were severed, and they lost their fighting ability for a while.
Wu Yingxiong only saw a flash of light on one side, and the swords and swords were constantly clashing. In the blink of an eye, several people on his side were injured and retreated. His heart changed with horror, and he took several steps back. The four or five people around him were also wary, and they were all on guard.
He surrounded them, fearing that Gui Zhong would suddenly attack and capture the thief first to capture the king.
"Come on, give them all to me. This man is ferocious. You and I must join forces and kill him here."
Wu Yingxiong retreated and shouted angrily, but he saw that many people were just watching the battle outside and did not fight together.
This time, those who came with Wu Yingxiong to intercept Gui Zhong included masters from the Jinding Sect, masters from the Cang Sect, and people from the Five Poison Sect. These sects all worked under Wu Sangui, but they were not in harmony with each other.
, The fighting continued secretly. The people who were fighting with Gui Zhong just now were all the elites of the Jinding Sect. The other two parties did not want to take action for a while. Naturally, they wanted to let the Jinding Sect hurt a few good players.
Now that Wu Yingxiong had given a stern order, they naturally did not dare to neglect him and rushed forward one after another.
In an instant, there were more than a dozen people surrounding Gui Zhong, each with different moves and methods, and the pressure they brought was increasing.
Well, Gui Zhong was about to kill an elite member of the Golden Dome Sect with his sword when suddenly there was a sound of wind behind his head. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a long blood-red whip coming over. This long whip was made of a special material and seemed to be made of metal.
There were barbs on the whip, which looked very ferocious, and there was a faint smell of fishy smell. It turned out to be poison quenched on the whip, which surprised me.
"Five Poison Cult Poison Dragon Whip!"
With a cold snort, Gui Zhong had already recognized such a vicious weapon and was sure of the identity of the person who took action. He was able to have this knowledge thanks to the teachings of his senior sister, He Tieshou. He Tieshou once
As the leader of the Five Poison Sect, he is naturally very familiar with the poison weapon martial arts in the sect, and he once told him about the vicious poisonous dragon whip.
"Hehe, Taoist Master Taiyuan is so knowledgeable that he actually knows about my Five Poison Sect's poisonous dragon whip. What a pity, you will definitely die today."
The man who attacked Gui Zhong was an old man with an ugly face, a strange aura, and a long whip like a snake, which danced into a ball of red mist. He laughed strangely while attacking.
"court death!"
Gui Zhong was furious and did not bother to kill the man from the golden-topped gate. His feet flashed, and a series of afterimages were drawn out in succession, making people dazzled and unable to see clearly his figure. With a flash of his long sword, his internal energy began to flow.
, shaking a dozen times in an instant, the red poisonous dragon whip was twisted together by his long sword, temporarily losing its effect. At the same time, he stepped forward and came to him in the horrified eyes of the Five Poison Sect old man.
In front of him, he raised his hand and hit his forehead with a pop. His head was smashed on the spot, and he bled to death from his seven orifices.
After killing one person, Gui Zhong felt cold all over, and wisps of cold sword light came from around him to attack him again. Four or five young men holding long swords formed a faint sword formation and surrounded him.
"Dian Cang Sect Sword Technique!" His heart moved. The sword techniques of these people fell into Gui Zhong's eyes, and he saw their origins, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
"I really didn't expect that for Pindao, the Five Poison Sect, the Diancang Sect, the Jinding Sect, and the three major sects would all come to besiege me. Okay, okay, that's great. Now that you're here, don't even think about going back today.
"
The cold voice of the return bell sounded in this wilderness, and the murderous intent was overwhelming and terrifying.
"Haha, Taoist Taiyuan, you have such a strong tone. If we all join forces, do you still want to make a comeback?"
An old man with white beard and hair shook his long sword, buzzing and trembling, and said with a sneer.
This person is the leader of the Diancang Sect, Taoist Lingxu, and is also a top-notch master in the Tiannan martial arts world. This time he also led his disciples to besiege Gui Zhong.
"It's useless to talk more. You'll just have to die."
Gui Zhong urgently mobilized his internal energy, and his whole body's momentum surged. Whoa, the sword light was like rain, and dozens of swords were fired in an instant. The swords continued, click, click, click, and there was a chaotic sound, and the four or five elite Dian Cang sect who besieged him were in charge.
The long sword broke, and the next moment, a cold sword light flashed across, heads flew up one after another, and they were all killed.
Gui Zhong wields his sword with Qi, and the sword light contains powerful internal strength. Although these people are elite disciples of the Dian Cang Sect, with good swordsmanship and good combat power, their internal strength is far from him. With one blow,
He smashed the long swords of several people and then killed them with one blow.
A large amount of blood spurted out, and a tragic murderous aura filled the air. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net