Chapter three hundred and sixty-ninth first-line gorge
If Murong Fu knew that there were disciples in Emei who dared to talk to Master Miejie like this, he would probably be so shocked that his tongue would drop off.
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo held Murong Fu's pulse gate with her right hand, raised two fingers of her left hand together, and pointed at Murong Fu's armpit, but she wanted to give him a little punishment.
But Murong Fu's fist suddenly became blurry, and Zhou Zhiruo's hand lightened, and it was already empty.
Then her body trembled slightly, and she felt a slight chill in her chest, as if she had been pinched again.
Zhou Zhiruo was immediately furious. She immediately raised her hand and slapped Murong Fu's chest in a straight line. The speed was extremely fast and the power was extraordinary. It was obvious that this time she was really angry.
A look of joy flashed through the eyes of Master Miejie who was behind, "Zhiruo's talent is really extraordinary. This golden-topped cotton palm has already reached seventy-eight points of fire. Given time, it will be immeasurable."
If she knew that Zhou Zhiruo had only used three successes at this time, she didn't know how wonderful her expression would be.
Murong Fu also realized that he had gone too far. He opened his hands wide and did not dodge or dodge, as if he was planning to take the slap.
Zhou Zhiruo put her palm in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then slightly withdrew her two successes.
With a "pop" sound, a slender hand pressed on Murong Fu's chest.
Murong Fu was slightly startled. The palm was actually very weak, just like a coquettish slap between lovers. He moved the corner of his mouth slightly and said through the voice: "I knew Zhiruo was reluctant to hit me!"
Zhou Zhiruo snorted lightly and did not reply.
In fact, this is because Murong Fu has practiced the Beiming Divine Art, and his defense is so powerful that no one in the world can match it. Otherwise, Zhou Zhiruo's first attack power would not be so easy to catch. Even a first-rate master would be able to withstand this palm.
Seriously injured.
Murong Fu took advantage of the wind and wave, flew back about ten feet, and chuckled, "That's all, this Heavenly Sword will be regarded as a betrothal gift, you can take it!"
Then he picked up the Yitian Sword from the ground and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo.
Everyone in the various sects was in an uproar. They did not expect that Murong Fu would actually give up the Yitian Sword, the most precious martial arts treasure, for a woman. Some of the female disciples who were waiting for marriage even had little stars in their eyes, looking at Murong Fu.
It became a little strange.
Zhou Zhiruo took the Yitian Sword without saying a word, feeling extremely ashamed and angry. Others didn't notice the word "betrothal gift" from Murong Fu, but she did. However, she finally got the Yitian Sword back smoothly, and she didn't care anymore.
She doesn't care about these things, and she doesn't want to care about them.
At this time, Murong Fu's voice came to Zhou Zhiruo's ears, "Zhiruo, your Nine Yin Scriptures are almost complete. There are not many people in the world who are your opponents. It's just that you are a little less experienced in fighting enemies. If possible,
It’s better to practice more and use the skills in the Nine Yin Manual.”
Although the first two moves he used just now seem sparse and ordinary, they are all exquisite moves in the Nine Yin Manual. Zhou Zhiruo can resolve them with just a few movements, which shows that she has practiced the Nine Yin Manual to an extremely deep level. Of course,
Others couldn't see all this, but it was because Murong Fu cared for her and deliberately let her do it.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't answer, but just glared at Murong Fu angrily, obviously not letting go of the fact that Murong Fu took advantage of her.
Murong Fu added: "The vial in your arms contains the holy detoxification medicine, which can detoxify all poisons in the world. Use your inner strength to seal it for self-defense!"
Zhou Zhiruo was slightly surprised, and then she remembered that Murong Fu had something in his arms just now after he was scornful of her. At that time, he was so angry that he didn't notice it. When Murong Fu mentioned it, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It turned out to be a medicine.
Bottle, my heart suddenly warmed slightly, and the anger just now gradually dissipated.
"Zhiruo, don't come back yet!" Master Miejie urged.
Zhou Zhiruo did not dare to stay any longer. She glanced at Murong Fu with sparkling eyes, then turned and left.
Master Miejie took the Yitian Sword and took a deep look at Murong Fu. After all this fuss, more than half an hour had passed and he could no longer delay. He immediately looked around and said two words neatly.
,"Set off!"
Everyone came to their senses and followed their respective sects, slowly heading towards Guangmingding.
Except for the Murong family, the other sects all brought more or less three to four hundred disciples, a total of two thousand people, and they were all elite disciples of each sect. They had extraordinary skills, and their morale was high for a while.
The young disciple has even whispered about how to collect magic arts, gold, silver and jewelry after wiping out the Ming Cult.
However, the major leaders are not as optimistic as the disciples. Guangmingding has been standing as the main altar of Mingjiao for hundreds of years without falling. It is a precarious place. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is impregnable. Even with the map and the details of last night,
Planning cannot be broken easily.
When it comes to planning, it’s not really a clever strategy. It’s just a matter of deciding which faction will attack which level, and which faction will take action if encountering an encounter. In this way, each faction takes turns to take action, which can not only maintain combat effectiveness, but also
Can balance losses.
After all, if the six sects are forced to be unified and commanded, it is simply unrealistic. Everyone has selfish motives. Who doesn't want his sect to lose fewer disciples? If they are forced to merge, their combat effectiveness may be greatly reduced.
Half an hour later, everyone arrived at the first pass up the mountain, Xianxian Gorge.
This is a huge canyon. The mouth of the canyon is only two feet wide, and there are cliffs more than ten feet high on both sides. This line of canyon can be said to be the gateway to Guangmingding. The natural dangers here are perfect for ambush, making it difficult for people who enter it to defend themselves.
, it’s difficult to look at the beginning and the end, and it’s quite a bit of an aura that one man can hold a barrier and ten thousand men can’t get through it.
At this time, the heads of the various sects stood at the entrance of the valley and looked in. The entire canyon was about two miles long, and they were a little intimidated for a while. After all, if the first sect to enter was ambushed, the entire army might be annihilated.
Master Miejie smiled coldly, "Since this battle to exterminate demons was initiated by a poor nun, let me, Emei, take the lead in this first battle!"
Before the other sect leaders could speak, Master Jue had already led the Emei disciples into the canyon first.
Shaolin followed closely, and other sects came in one after another. As for the Wudang sect and the Murong family, they came last.
A faint cold wind blew through the canyon. When I looked up, I could only see the sky turning into a white line. Perhaps this was the reason why this environment was extremely depressing. The disciples of all sects also shut up and stopped talking. They just hurried on, hoping
Can cross the canyon quickly.
Just when the Emei faction was only one-third of the way from the exit, suddenly, there was a loud "bang" from the exit, and then a "crash" of gravel falling to the ground. It was said to be gravel, but in fact it was the smallest stone.
It was also three or four feet in size and blocked the exit tightly.
Everyone was shocked and immediately looked back. Needless to say, the entrance was also normal. They looked up one after another, but could not see anything.
Fortunately, these disciples had more or less fought against the Ming Cult disciples, and they could barely keep their composure, staring motionlessly at the top of the canyon. It was obvious that the exits and entrances were blocked, and the enemy could only attack from above.
"Look, what is that!" Suddenly, someone shouted something like this, and everyone looked around, but a long, thick thing appeared in the sky in the middle of the canyon.
"No, it's the people from Jumu Banner. Everyone, hide now!" Kunlun faction He Taichong had already fought with Jumu Banner, and he immediately realized that what was in the air was the giant tree carried by Jumu Banner's disciples.
As soon as this roar came out, the disciples of the Kunlun and Huashan sects walking in the middle of the canyon hurriedly dispersed.
With a "bang", the giant tree fell to the ground without hitting anyone.
But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the light in the canyon suddenly dimmed. Everyone looked up and felt their scalps go numb. They saw dozens of huge trees falling from the sky at the same time.
Each of these giant trees weighs no less than a thousand kilograms, and they fell from a height of more than ten feet. Not to mention being hit, even if they only scratched a little skin, they could be seriously injured or turned into pulp.
The disciples of each sect immediately panicked and fled in all directions. However, the canyon was only two feet wide, and the giant trees were scattered in random directions, making it very difficult to avoid. For a moment, the sound of the giant tree falling to the ground in the canyon was followed by the wails of the disciples of each sect, and even the sound of flesh pulp.
The burst of sound resounded into one.
Suddenly, a loud voice like Huang Zhongdalu came, "Disciples, don't panic, stay close to the stone wall and avoid the giant trees!"
The one who spoke was Wudang's Song Yuanqiao. With his profound inner strength, he transmitted his voice to everyone's ears very clearly.
At this time, many disciples had already been frightened and lost their minds. When they heard this voice, they immediately woke up as if they had heard it and followed the instructions and approached the rock wall of the canyon.
As early as when Murong Fu and his party found the first giant tree, Murong Fu called on others to stand close to the stone wall. The canyon seemed to be narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Standing under the stone wall, it would be difficult to be hit by the giant tree. Therefore, Murong Fu
The people in the family and Wudang sect had almost no losses.
Seeing that this method was effective, Song Yuanqiao would naturally not forget the disciples of other sects, so he shouted loudly.
After the disciples of each sect hid under the stone wall, two more giant trees fell, but they didn't hit anyone. Then it was not known whether the giant trees had been used up, or the Mingjiao disciples above realized that the giant trees were of no use, so no more giant trees fell.
But in an instant, hundreds of disciples from each sect were killed or injured. Looking at the blur of flesh and blood in the canyon, as well as broken arms and limbs, the heads of each sect had extremely pale faces. Those disciples who survived were frightened and a little bit at the same time.
It’s depressing and sad. One moment, the senior brothers who were chatting and laughing turned into a pile of meat the next moment. It’s impossible for anyone to deal with it calmly.
"Disciple of Emei! Follow me up the cliff and kill the demon sect!" Master Miejie's incomparably cold voice came out. Then he stamped his feet heavily and jumped up. He used his strength back and forth on both sides of the cliff and took a few breaths.
Disappears over the canyon.
Then, from the Emei sect, more than a dozen Qinggong disciples, all with first-class internal strength, emerged, following closely behind Master Miejie.
The heads of other sects also gave cold instructions, and each led a small group of disciples to perform Qinggong stunts and climb up the cliff.