The first thousand two hundred and twenty-seventh chapters
Some people may not believe it when I say it. The Five Mountains Sword Sect and thousands of martial arts people who come and go are actually besieged on the mountain. But this is the fact. The saying that it is easy to go up the mountain is difficult to go down. This sentence is not just talk. Songshan Mountain has the highest peak.
The steep cliff is deep, and you have to be careful even when going down the mountain. What's more, if someone blows up the mountain path and ambushes the divine arm crossbow, Master Xuancheng, as powerful as him, will not be able to charge down.
Lin Pingzhi led everyone to carefully retreat to the Songshan camp. There was no one here and there was no ambush. However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, bad news soon came.
"What, all the food and water have been evacuated?" In the meeting hall, Lin Pingzhi stared at Fei Bin in front of him with wide eyes. For some reason, he always felt that the Songshan sect had planned it in advance, and he couldn't see it no matter what.
Pleasant to the eyes.
Fei Bin looked slightly stiff and said sarcastically, "The water is okay. There is a living spring in the back mountain. It will not be a problem to feed thousands of comrades, but there is no food at all. On the top of Songshan Mountain, there are more stones than trees. There are no
What to eat?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone was frightened. Fortunately, only Yue Buqun and other former heads of the Wuyue Sect, Taoist Priest Chongxu, and Master Xuancheng were present. Otherwise, it might have caused much panic. Being trapped would not be the most desperate thing.
, deprivation of water and food is what makes people despair, the feeling of slowly waiting to die, it makes me shudder even thinking about it.
Lin Ping subconsciously looked towards Murong Fu and couldn't help being surprised, "Where is Mr. Murong?"
The rest of the people scanned around and realized that Murong Fu had disappeared without a trace. Yuyinzi snorted, "I don't know where he went. This man behaves very erratically. No one can figure out his thoughts.
Maybe he just went down the mountain."
He had long disliked Murong Fu and was beaten mercilessly in the face by him. It was just because he was afraid of his martial arts that he never dared to speak. Now that Murong Fu was gone, he naturally wanted to criticize him.
In comparison, Lu Lianrong, who also had a problem with Murong Fu, was much more serious. He didn't say a word, and there was even a flash of contempt in his eyes. He obviously looked down on Yu Yinzi, who was so successful.
Look.
Yue Buqun coughed dryly and said, "Okay, Mr. Murong may have to leave for a while because of something, but we'd better not talk about others behind their backs."
Yuyinzi snorted and said nothing more.
Taoist Priest Chongxu then stroked his long beard and said, "You don't need to guess too much. Mr. Murong went down the mountain to find out the news himself."
As soon as he said this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even Yuyinzi was no exception. With Murong Fu taking action, no secret information could be found out.
Lin Pingzhi suddenly felt relieved, and a rare smile appeared on his face, "Uncles, we can't sit still and wait for death. Why don't we first discuss some ways to get down the mountain and deal with the surprise attack..."
Not to mention how everyone discussed countermeasures, Murong Fu went straight down the mountain after leaving the monastery, strolling along the way, as if walking on flat ground. Of course, this was only for him, but the actual situation started from Chaotianmen of Songshan Sect.
, all mountain roads and suspension bridges were completely destroyed, and many places were blocked by falling rocks.
This is relatively good. In many places there is a bare cliff, and even the road has been blown up. You have to jump over the cliff, but the pits on the mountain wall are scorched and black, and it can be seen that explosives have been buried there. As for Xuan Xuan
The archers that Master Cheng mentioned were not seen, perhaps they had withdrawn.
Murong Fu was walking for a while when he suddenly heard the sound of clanking bells and a fight. He was stunned for a moment. Could there be someone sneaking down the mountain?
He immediately suppressed his breath secretly and quickly looked for it.
Soon, Murong Fu came to a dangerous peak. This dangerous peak was very strange. It was straight and towering. The peak was full of sharp rocks and there was no vegetation.
The calls come and go.
Murong Fu became more and more curious. Hearing the momentum, he could see that there were no less than three people fighting, and the momentum was not small. The energy fluctuations were extremely strong, so it was obvious that he must be a master.
Walking closer, Murong Fu hid behind a stone. When he looked up, he couldn't help being stunned. There were indeed three people fighting fiercely. One of them was wearing white clothes and had white beard and hair. He was the Feng he had just seen last night.
Clear.
The other two, one with a high nose and deep eyes, is a Hu man with curly yellow hair, but he is wearing Hanfu, with pearls hanging around his neck, and jade bracelets on his wrists. He looks like a Hu merchant from China, holding a
Wearing a golden dragon whip.
There is also a tall and thin figure with a middle-earth face. However, his hair color and skin color are blue-black, and his face is faintly covered with a layer of green air. He looks no different from the legendary zombies. It seems that he is trying to compete with this
His body and appearance match each other even more, and the weapon he uses is actually a mourning stick.
"The mourning stick..." A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Murong Fu's mind, "Could it be that these two people are..."
At this time, the three people in the field were fighting fiercely. Feng Qingyang was holding a rattan he picked up from nowhere. He was filled with true energy and used it as a long sword, but it was no different from a real long sword.
, even when it collides with the enemy's weapon, it will make a soft clang sound.
The two enemies against him, Hu Shang danced with the golden dragon whip in his hand so tightly that it came erratically and unpredictably, and went away like a dragon wagging its tail. The moves seemed fair and square, but in fact every move contained hidden murderous intent.
His whipping technique is a bit weird no matter how you look at it, it seems to be a combination of Chinese martial arts and Western martial arts.
In comparison, Zombie Face's martial arts is even weirder. There is no continuity between moves. He walks and jumps with his legs and hands in parallel. However, his power should not be underestimated, and his speed is extremely fast. Every time he strikes, even Feng Qingyang can't move.
Don't dare to be careless.
These two men were extremely powerful in both martial arts and internal strength. Together they could fight Feng Qingyang on a par with Feng Qingyang.
Of course, from Murong Fu's point of view, the two weirdos joining forces are still slightly inferior to Feng Qingyang, because Feng Qingyang, for some unknown reason, has not tried his best until now, otherwise he would just have to use Taixu's last night.
When the Sword Intent Envoy comes out, these two people are afraid that they will be defeated if they don't last a hundred moves.
"Could these people be the people besieging the mountain?" Murong Fu thought in his heart. Feng Qingyang appeared here, and he was not surprised. This old man has been wandering around Songshan Mountain recently. It would be strange not to encounter him, but this man besieging the mountain
This person was really a bit beyond his expectation. If he guessed correctly, these two people should be Yin Kexi and Xiaoxiangzi among the three Mongolian heroes.
This Songshan Mountain is located in Henan and belongs to the hinterland of the Jin Kingdom. Originally, Murong Fu’s first suspicion was the Jin Kingdom’s royal family. Calculating time, Wanyan Gan has almost wiped out Wanyan Liang’s remaining forces. Now is the time to eliminate dissidents.
, it is reasonable to take action against sects such as Shaolin and Quanzhen, and being able to send troops here, except for the royal family of the Jin Kingdom, other forces are almost unable to do so, but they did not expect to be related to Mongolia.
But after thinking about it, it seems that it is not impossible. Now Temujin is aggressively attacking Xiangyang City. After learning that the Central Plains martial arts sects are rushing to help, he will naturally not remain indifferent. And the Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of the Central Plains martial arts. If it can be destroyed
, will definitely be able to attack the martial arts sects in the Central Plains to the greatest extent and remove many obstacles.
Not to mention, once the people in the martial arts unite, they are also a force that cannot be underestimated. They may not be able to defeat the army directly, but they can secretly use tricks, such as assassinating several generals and officials, which is impossible to guard against, even if they are as powerful as
The Mongolian army also had a headache.
"Now it is basically certain that the Mongols' goal is the Shaolin Temple. It was just because they heard that the Five Mountains Sword Sect was gathering at the top of Songshan Mountain that they followed the trend, intending to wipe out all the Five Mountains Sword Sect. It was really a good plan. Most of the various sects in the Central Plains
If they all rush to aid Xiangyang, the sect will definitely be extremely empty inside. As long as a small army is sent to sneak in, coupled with a few martial arts masters, the foundation of these sects can be easily destroyed..."
Murong Fu recognized the identities of Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi, and immediately guessed the whole story. As long as they caught these two people, they would know exactly how many people Mongolia sent and where they were distributed.
place.
After thinking about it for a while, Murong Fu decided to immediately capture Yin Kexi and the others. However, just when he was about to reveal his identity, his ears suddenly twitched and he hurriedly retracted his body and hid behind the rocks.
Not long after, a black shadow came from far to near. On the way, it kicked its legs continuously. There were only a few bangs and bangs, and several sharp rocks were kicked directly into pieces, carrying an extremely fierce wind and blowing towards the wind.
Flying in, it was extremely fast and powerful.
Murong Fu couldn't help being slightly surprised when he saw this. This person had either practiced some kind of magical body-refining technique similar to the indestructible vajra, or he was born with infinite strength. You must know that ordinary first-rate masters would not be able to do it casually with just one palm.
He can break mountains and rocks, but this person can easily break rocks in his leap and use them as hidden weapons.
"There's another one!" Feng Qingyang was also startled by the momentum. He swayed and stepped back. Then he swung the cane with his right hand several times, making a few chichi chichi sounds, and the flying rocks broke into two halves, and he flew towards
Flying out from both sides, but every time he struck a sword, he himself had to take a step back. Obviously, the force of the counterattack was not light.
The black shadow came carrying the flying rocks. When the flying rocks were shattered, the black shadow opened its palms and slapped Feng Qingyang's chest.
According to common sense, this is when Feng Qingyang has exhausted his old strength and has not yet developed new strength. This palm cannot be resisted no matter what. However, this person obviously underestimated Feng Qingyang's skill, but seeing the vines in his hand
As soon as the strips shook, countless sword energy came out from the whole body, as if a god descended from the earth, shining brightly, and the momentum was astonishing.
"What kind of martial arts is this!" The black shadow monster screamed, his tone was a little hasty, and he didn't see how he moved. A short whip suddenly flew out from his arm, and rolled up a rock with great agility.
They were all thrown out, barely escaping Feng Qingyang's majestic sword energy.
After the black shadow fell to the ground, Murong Fu could see his face clearly. His head was bald, and it was still somewhat reflective under the sunlight. His complexion was dark, and he was very short, barely over five feet tall. He was thin and slim.