Early in the morning, Guangmingding, Xianxian Gorge.
There are high mountains on both sides. Where the long road passes, they are like a big axe, cutting into the ground and reaching the sky, straight up and down.
Emei Wudang masters directly use Qinggong to climb to the top of the mountain to clear a path to prevent anyone from dropping rolling rocks, explosives, kerosene, etc. on the mountain.
The six major sects, as well as a group of small sects who came after them, totaled thousands of people and charged directly at the first line gorge.
In the swearing-in meeting before departure, the elders and leaders of each sect gave impassioned exhortations to the disciples, and everyone was even prepared to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, even if they died without regrets.
According to reliable information from the Shaolin Sect, the top management of the Ming Cult: the left and right light messengers, the three guardian Dharma kings, the five scattered people, the four gates of "heaven", "earth", "wind" and "thunder"; "sharp gold", "giant wood" and "flood"
The five flags of "Fire" and "Thick Earth" have gathered at the Guangmingding Main Altar.
Moreover, the Tianying Sect’s three altars of “Tianwei”, “Ziwei” and “Tianshi” and the five altars of “Sacred Snake”, “Green Dragon”, “White Tiger”, “Suzaku” and “Xuanwu” have also arrived.
Even though the distance was long and the mountains were high and the roads were dangerous, only the elite came, and the total number was over a thousand. Moreover, the Ming Cult occupies a favorable location and was assisted by many evil masters who had long been famous in the world.
The six sects can be said to have a narrow escape from death!
"Kill!" Yin Liting shouted, with sad and angry eyes, risking his own life.
Today, either Yang Xiao dies or he dies, and only one can live.
The six major sects felt something was wrong as they rushed towards each other. This journey was so smooth!
They have all rushed to the mountainside, but so far, no master of the Demon Cult has come to intercept them, and there is not even any decent resistance.
There is a conspiracy!
Looking at the bright summit on the mountain that was almost within easy reach, the leaders of each faction stopped.
"There is a problem. If the Ming Cult drops rolling rocks, kerosene, etc. when we are about to reach the top of the mountain, we are afraid that we will suffer heavy losses!" He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, frowned.
"Amitabha!" A monk shouted the name of the Buddha and walked out slowly. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and had a majestic appearance. He held a string of rosary beads in his left hand. He was none other than Emptiness, one of the three great monks of Shaolin.
"What the donor said makes sense. Although we, the righteous people, are not greedy for life and afraid of death, we should die well. I think it is better to let a few people with outstanding qinggong skills explore the way first.
It's best to break up the ambush above so that we can rush up the mountain."
Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi looked at each other and nodded: "In the Wudang Sect, my fourth junior brother and I will go first."
Kongzhi came out: "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
Seeing Kong Zhi, many people suddenly looked solemn. This was not only one of the three great Shaolin monks, but also the key point was that it was rumored that Kong Zhi had mastered eleven of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
The highest record of Shaolin in the past 800 years is twelve stunts. Kong Zhiz mastered eleven. Although he did not reach the highest level, he was far beyond ordinary people.
Afterwards, Miejie and others responded one after another. They were a group of experts who wanted to deal with the possible enemies on the top of the mountain first, or at least make them unable to fall down the rolling rocks.
"Up!" As a master of Shaolin martial arts, Kong Xing said loudly.
The sound shook the valley, and the level of internal power was frightening.
Then more than a dozen Qinggong masters from the six sects used their own methods to rush to the top of the mountain, preparing to fight hard.
As a result, everyone finally relied on their own abilities and tried their best, even hiding here and there to avoid possible hidden weapons, and finally reached the top of Guangming Peak.
Where are people?
Half a quarter of an hour later, the six major sects gathered together at Guangmingding. They looked at the rows of houses in front of them and the servants fleeing in panic inside. They looked at each other.
This line of gorge is the last natural danger of Mingjiao, but no one defends it, which is really bizarre.
Could it be that the Mingjiao master suddenly changed his temper and wanted to fight them with a real sword and open gun?
is it possible?
Fearing that there was an ambush inside, no one dared to move.
In the end, Miejie stood up: "Master Kongxing, all the major sects respect your reputation in the martial arts world and unanimously recommended you to be the one who gives orders to attack Guangmingding.
You should say something!"
He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun, said quickly: "What else can I say? The Demon Cult cannot leave a single person alive until it has completed its evil mission, otherwise it will resurrect in the future and it will definitely endanger the world."
Although the Kunlun Mountains are large, they only have so many people, so there are two sects, Kunlun and Mingjiao. The key point is that the strength of these two sects is very different. In recent years, the Kunlun sect has been almost overwhelmed.
If the Ming Cult were let go at this time and they had their hands free, He Taichong doubted whether his Kunlun sect could survive until the end of the year. By then, the whole family would be exterminated, and there wouldn't even be anyone to burn paper money for him.
Kongxing meditated for a moment, then stood up and said loudly: "Amitabha, everyone from the Huashan Sect and the Kongtong Sect, please kill all these fleeing remnants of the evil sect.
The Wudang sect searches from east to west, and the Emei sect searches from west to east, so that no one from the demon sect can be caught. The Kunlun sect prepares fire to burn down the demon sect's lair.
I, a Shaolin disciple, prepare the magical weapons, recite the scriptures of the past life, and save the heroes who died for the six sects and the demon sect, and eliminate the injustice!"
The disciples of the five sects were stunned for a moment after hearing this.
This Shaolin knows how to play!
However, it is our duty to slay demons, protect the Tao, make a name for ourselves, and steal their treasures!
"Kill!"
An hour later, the final square of Guangmingding was filled with people standing in darkness.
The number of people at the west end is smaller, and nine out of ten people are dripping with blood. They are sitting or lying on the Ming Cult side. The number of people at the east end is several times more, divided into six piles, and all six sects have arrived.
Looking at these seriously injured Mingjiao masters in front of them, the six major parties looked at each other and felt it was unbelievable. Who is this extremely powerful person who injured these masters before them?
You must know that none of these masters have the strength of the leaders of the major sects.
After a moment of silence, Kongxing looked at Song Yuanqiao and said suspiciously: "But Master Zhang is here?"
Song Yuanqiao was also a little doubtful. If he were to say that he was the only one in the world who could wipe out all the high-ranking officials of the Ming Cult, his master would be the only one in the world. But isn't the master just playing tricks at home and has no time to come?
Everyone in the Ming Cult was injured and sitting on the square, all of them feeling extremely guilty.
At the moment of the war, they were still fighting among themselves last night, vying for the position of the leader of the Ming Cult. As a result, at the critical moment when they were competing for their internal strength, a Shaolin monk sneaked onto the Bright Summit and attacked them all with a sneak attack, seriously injuring all of them.
If it hadn't been for the kid that Monk Peng brought in a bag to break through, next year's day might have been their memorial day. Unfortunately, now looking at the decent people who were watching eagerly, Yang Xiao and others secretly smiled bitterly.
It's not far away now.
When the White-browed Eagle King, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, arrived, he felt like crying when he saw that all the superficial brothers who had competed with him for the leadership were seriously injured.
Why did he travel thousands of miles to help? Of course, he was the leader of the Ming Cult.
As a result, how can we fight now that they are all seriously injured? Now, not only is the Mingjiao gone, but the Cry of the Sky Eagle is also probably gone.
After asking about the situation, Yin Tianzheng looked up to the sky and sighed.
These pig teammates!
"Amitabha! Kill the evil spirits today!" Kongxing held a Zen staff and said with murderous intent.
A tall, bald old man stood out from among the Mingjiao followers. He had eyebrows as long as snow, his eyes were drooped, his nose was hooked, and he had an eagle's beak. He was Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King.
The Eagle King shouted: "Slow down!
You are all upright heroes, but now we are all seriously injured, old, weak, disabled, and even defenseless.
If I am besieged by you and die like this, I, Yin Tianzheng, will never rest in peace!
And if what you, the righteous people of martial arts, have done is spread, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by people in the world?"
"Then how are you doing?" He Taichong shouted.
Song Yuanqiao looked at him helplessly, what else could he say at this time? He rushed over and killed him, wouldn't it be a one-and-done?
Pig teammates!
Yin Tianzheng laughed loudly: "Even if I, the White-browed Eagle King, die today, I will die at the hands of a hero. If anyone can defeat me alone, then I will be convinced!"
His laughter was like thunder, attracting everyone's attention. Min was a master.
Zhang Songxi stood up directly: "Zhang Songxi is good at Wudang Mianzhang. Senior Yin, please teach me!" After saying that, he rushed over.
At this time, everyone in the Ming Sect was still recovering from their injuries, so naturally they had to fight quickly.
After a while, the two of them exchanged hands, with the wind blowing from their palms and the power reaching several feet away. It was obvious that both of them were extremely skilled. Their bodies were turning and they were fighting extremely fast.
The onlookers watched intently, and some began to calculate the gap between themselves and the top experts.
Yan Mie glanced at it twice and stopped paying attention.
The chickens and dogs are vulnerable!
He turned around and saw that all the disciples were staring intently. He glanced at it and asked curiously: "Where is Zhiruo?"
The tall Jingxu stood at the end and said with a smile: "Junior sister Zhiruo is treating the injuries of the righteous disciples."
Jiejie was stunned for a moment, then searched behind the disciples of the six sects, only to find that at the very back of the team, Shaolin had specially arranged a place to house the injured.
The little apprentice was happily treating his injuries in the back. The smile on his face was the first time she had seen it since the battle between good and evil.
"Your sword wound is a bit deep. I will apply some anesthetic and detoxification medicine on you first, and then sew it up for you. Don't be afraid, it will be fine in about a month. During this period, be careful to keep it waterproof and stain-proof!" Zhiruo!
Judo.
The Shaolin disciple was a little dumbfounded: "Thank you, Fairy!"
"You're welcome. You are a great hero who slays demons and protects the Tao, so you should."
The Shaolin disciples immediately raised their heads, wishing they could stand up and go in to fight.
The next one was a disciple of the Huashan Sect. Because he was chasing someone too fast, he accidentally fell and broke his leg.
Looking at the fairy-like junior sister who was setting his own bones, the Huashan disciple blushed. He tried his best to take it out of his arms and took out an ingot of gold: "Junior sister, I picked this up on the mountain. It's a small gift. It's not a respectful gift.
"
Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took it: "This, this is not good."
"That's right. If I lost my legs, I wouldn't be able to survive in the world. Junior sister, you saved my life!" The disciple was very grateful.
If there is one, there will be two. After a while, the bamboo basket behind Zhiruo contained a lot of gifts from the disciples.
And I don’t know why, the gifts are so competitive, you give gold, I give jewelry, you give swords, I give martial arts secrets. Everyone is afraid that their gifts are too light and will be looked down upon by other fairies.
Whenever they see the fairy smiling, the disciples even feel suffocated.
Why are there such beautiful girls in this world?
After a while, Zhiruo looked at the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, Huashan Sword Technique, and Kongtong Seven Injury Boxing Manual in her hand... and fell into deep thought.
If this were given to the elders in front, the master would know that these disciples would not be purged, right?
Besides, she is not very interested in martial arts secrets. The Nine Yin Manual contains almost all the power changes of martial arts in the world. Now that she sees a few moves, she knows what is going on and can even use them quickly.
Performing the exact same moves.
After treating the injured and returning the secret book, Zhiruo happily returned to her master with a large sum of gold, silver and jewelry.
I have money again to buy delicious food for Lele and myself!
At this time, the square had been replaced by Mo Shenggu versus Yin Tianzheng. Mo Shenggu's long sword actually seemed to have turned into a soft belt, gently twisting and erratic. It was the Wudang Sect's seventy-two moves of "Finger Wrapped Soft Sword"
.
This "finger-winding soft sword" relies entirely on the strong internal force to bend the sword blade, making the sword's moves flicker and erratic, making it difficult for the enemy to block it.
Yin Tianzheng, who was already dominant with his fierce claws, was at a disadvantage after fighting with this swordsmanship. The spectators couldn't help but shout in unison.
Miejie looked at the smiling little apprentice next to him and felt helpless.
I don’t know why this talented girl became obsessed with making money.
As a direct disciple, I don’t have to worry about food or clothing in Emei. What’s so good about gold and silver? Could it be that the powerful Emei sect could starve her?
Moreover, the young apprentice seemed to have no idea of his own stunning appearance and completely ignored the looks of the injured disciples behind him.
She suspected that if the young disciples went up to fight now, those disciples would risk their lives to tear a hole in the enemy's hands if they saw that Fairy Zhiruo, whom they had always dreamed of, was harmed.
"Hey, Zhiruo, what do you think of the fight between Mo Daxia and the White-browed Eagle King?" Miejie asked with a sigh.
Zhiruo glanced: "We are evenly matched. If the fight continues, both sides will suffer losses."
Miejie nodded. He was a top master. He had experienced hundreds of battles and was familiar with all the changes in strength and power of his moves. He had almost no weaknesses. There were only a few possibilities to defeat them.
The first: absolute speed or strength; the second: off-field means: poisoning, underhanded moves; the third: wheel fighting, which consumes a person's strength abruptly.
Now the purpose of these six major sects is very simple. Everyone doesn't want to get hurt, so they just start fighting. Of course, in name they are taking turns competing with the Ming Cult, but this Yin Tianzheng is showing off his strength and has to fight all the time.
A moment later, Mo Shenggu's long sword suddenly broke through the air and stabbed Yin Tianzheng's chest. When the sword was halfway through, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it actually bent over and stabbed his right shoulder diagonally.
Yin Tianzheng had never seen this kind of sword technique before, and he hurriedly ducked his shoulders to avoid it. Unexpectedly, there was a soft clang sound, and the sword bounced back and pierced his left upper arm. Yin Tianzheng stretched out his right arm, and somehow, suddenly
Half a foot longer, he flicked Mo Shenggu's wrist, grabbed his long sword with his hand, and pressed his "Jianzhen point" with his left hand.
The White-browed Eagle King's eagle claw grasping hand has been the best in martial arts for more than a hundred years, and is unparalleled in the world. Mo Shenggu's shoulder fell into his palm, and all he needed to do was squeeze it with his five fingers. His shoulder was not broken into pieces, and he was disabled for life.
No.
Yin Tianzheng sighed and said, "If it's one thing, how can it be any more?" He actually withdrew his strength.
Mo Shenggu stayed there. Although he won the first move, the opponent deliberately did not kill him and did not hurt himself. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Senior, please show mercy."
Then he turned around without even using the sword.
When I arrived at the Wudang camp, I looked at each other with Song Yuanqiao, and my eyes were incomprehensible.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang have a very deep friendship. Over the years, they have been working together so well that they can even understand each other's intentions with just one look.
But now Lao Qi's meaning is very simple, just tell him.
