The chef who successfully killed the three Bagatul brothers shook the black black iron kitchen knife in his hand and turned his head to look at the side hall where Qiu Chuji was suppressed by a single person and had to defend in a panic. Master Shengyin said: "Shengyin, if you
If you haven't captured this person within ten breaths, I'm going to take action."
"snort!"
Weiwei responded with a cold snort. The sword moves in Shengyin's hand became more and more fierce. It's no wonder that she hasn't taken down Qiu Chuji yet. It's just because there were too many Quanzhen disciples around, and one or two of them rushed at them regardless of life or death.
Shengyin, because of their existence, Qiu Chuji has been able to survive until now, otherwise he would have been taken down by Shengyin long ago.
The cook naturally knew about this, and he was just trying to provoke her, so that he could take the opportunity to join the battle group openly, because this group of people had an unwritten rule, that is, even if the person he likes is killed in battle, his companions are not allowed to intervene without permission.
Fighting is a different kind of respect for one's friends.
It is also something that so-called decent people cannot understand.
On the other side, Baicao Xian and Han Wugou were pressed so hard that the Quanzhen Five could not lift their heads. However, they saw red lines interspersed between the figures, and at the moment of retraction, blood flowers burst into the air.
, each Quanzhen Taoist man put his hands on the aorta on his neck and suddenly fell to the ground. During the siege of hundreds of people, no one could get within ten feet of Baicao Xian.
His superb silver needle skill is so elusive that he can stab his opponent's critical point accurately with every needle, and the speed of the needle is astonishing. Silver needles are individual small things, no better than those visible long swords and broadswords.
He comes and goes without a trace, making it difficult for people to guard against him.
This little silver needle can both save people and kill people in the hands of Baicao Xian. He is worthy of being a famous murderer who has never been born.
At the other end, Han Wugou, dressed in floral clothes, kept shuttling among the crowds like a dancing butterfly. Every time she waved her swords, many broken arms and limbs jumped into the air, and her blood was sprayed into her body.
The floral dress was dyed red, and accompanied by her unconscious laughter, she looked even more charming.
One kills people with silver needles and makes little noise, while the other kills people with as much force as a Shura field. None of the Taoist priests who were killed could keep the whole body.
Looking at the disciples and grandsons who fell indirectly in front of him, the Quanzhen Five Disciples' eyes were filled with tears. Ma Yu stabilized his mind and turned his head to look at the unmoved young man in black sitting high in the distance in the distance. He was the first to yell: "Disciples.
Heed the order! Get back quickly!!”
If they were to swarm up again, the number of people who would die would not be this number. The number of people was simply not worth mentioning in front of experts at this level. No matter how many people there were, it would be useless, and they would have to sacrifice innocent people.
After hearing the words, all the Taoists were hesitant and stood still on the ground, neither getting up nor down. Qiu Chuji, who was so depressed, finally spoke: "Stop it, everyone!"
As soon as these words came out, all the Taoists calmed down and put away their long swords, but still gathered around the Quanzhen Six Sons to sweep the formation for them. Seeing this, Ma Yu felt slightly relieved, then took a deep breath and rushed towards the people in the distance.
Dongzhang shouted: "Dongzhang! It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. You came here with great fanfare this time and I really committed the murder. There must be an explanation, right?!"
After saying this, all the Taoists turned to look at the young man with an expressionless face. It was Huang Jiadu who quietly glanced sideways at the young man with a lazy temperament in front of him.
Because Qiu Chuji was distracted, one of his thumbs was cut off by Sheng Yin's attack. The long sword could no longer be grasped and fell to the ground. Sheng Yin's sword pierced his right rib and he couldn't help but retreat.
Just as Sheng Yin was about to withdraw his long sword, Qiu Chuji suddenly burst out with strong inner strength and reached out to grab the opponent's wrist, trying to seize the sword.
The two immediately started to play short, each exchanged a palm, and there was a loud bang. Sheng Yin was forced by Qiu Chuji's burst of strength, and he floated back five steps, while the latter fell down and rolled out.
Mi Yuan coughed out a huge amount of blood when he got up.
Even in terms of internal strength, Qiu Chuji was no match for Sheng Yin. He didn't know what kind of skills he practiced, but he had achieved such an achievement at such a young age.
The situation on Qiu Chuji's side immediately attracted the attention of all the Taoist priests. At that time, more than ten people rushed to Qiu Chuji's side and helped him up: "Uncle Master!"
"No problem!"
Waving his hand, Qiu Chuji pulled out the long sword from his ribs, drawing out bursts of blood. He stared at his opponent, Master Shengyin, whose face could not be seen, and said: "Daoyou's handsome swordsmanship!"
As he spoke, he held the long sword upside down and swung it out, phew!
The long sword passed through the air and pierced the feet of Master Shengyin. It was shaking continuously at that time.
"Haha. I need to explain."
At this time, Huang Jia, who had been closely observing Dong Zhang, noticed that he suddenly spoke softly, and with a blur in his eyes, Dong Zhang's figure disappeared instantly. Everyone saw a black shadow passing through the inner court at an extremely fast speed.
Before his eyes could react, the black shadow had already stepped onto the hilt of the sword in front of Sheng Yin. He took advantage of the momentum to fly forward, and raised his toes as he left the sword.
The long sword immediately let out a soft groan, suddenly turned upside down and jumped into the air. At that time, the human sword separated and galloped high. The black shadow's back hand suddenly raised back, and the long sword leisurely jumped into the hand with a clanking sound.
Accompanied by a strong wind, the figure instantly passed through Baicao Xian and Han Wugou and went straight to the leader Ma Yu, Zhi!!!
But a cold light suddenly appeared, and the sound reached the crowd. A bloody long sword was pressed against Ma Yu's forehead. Although it did not touch his body, the sharp sword intention had already cut three strands of long hair in front of Ma Yu's forehead.
It was cut silently and quietly fell to the ground.
"Brother!!"
Only then did everyone see the face of the person coming, and they were so frightened that they all raised their swords and put them away.
"Don't panic! Don't even come over!"
Looking at the young man in black in front of him who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Ma Yu looked straight at him with a slight sigh of relief.
"Ma Zhenren, don't you want an explanation? I'll give it to you."
This person was none other than Dong Zhang. In the blink of an eye, he flashed in front of Ma Yu. No one in the room could see his movements clearly except for a few people. This shocking light skill was beyond their reach.
"Lu Guzhan, he must be a member of your Quanzhen disciples. Hand over this person and let this matter go. Otherwise, Quanzhen will be in trouble."
There are thousands of disciples in the Quanzhen Sect. Dongzhang's sudden inquiry really shocked everyone in Ma Yu. How could they possibly know all of their disciples and disciples?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After a long silence, Hao Datong, who had three sword marks on his chest, suddenly stepped out, holding the long sword upside down and said in a deep voice: "Gu Zhan is my seat.
Disciple, what do you want to do with him?"
He turned his head and looked at the slightly stout Taoist in surprise. Dong Zhang shook his sword and swung it back. The long sword flew towards Sheng Yin's feet with a swipe and was firmly nailed to the ground, leaving only half of the sword body.
"You don't have to worry about anything. If you hand over Lu Guzhan, nothing will happen to you."
As early as when Dong Zhang was about to leave, Baicao Xian, Sheng Yin, Han Wugou, and the chef all stopped what they were doing and were looking at the young man in black who was speaking with interest.
"I am his senior brother. If you have any questions, just ask me."
After a while, a bearded Taoist priest suddenly walked into the inner court with a sword in hand. This man was Lu Guzhan's senior brother. In later generations, the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism was defeated by the Buddhist sect led by the famous Yuanting imperial master Ba Siba.
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Lu Guzhan, who is known as the leader of Taoism, is also the Taoist Baishu in later generations and the master of Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming. He was also defeated by the seventy-two stunts activated by Shaolin Du'e and Shaolin Nine Yang Gong. After that, the Quanzhen Sect fell apart.
Most of the followers shaved their heads and became monks, switching from Taoism to Buddhism.
Miao Daoyi, who succeeded the Quanzhen sect, led his remaining troops to defect to the Meng Yuan. However, several resistance elites represented by Lu Guzhan were indignant at the surrender of the Quanzhen sect, abandoned their swords, and broke away from the sect.
Lu Guzhan's master, Hao Datong, changed his name to Guang Ningzi and founded the Huashan Sect, a new Taoist sect. Lu Guzhan's senior brother went to Longxi and founded the Kongtong Sect after realizing the Seven Injury Fist, and named himself Mu Ling.
son.
After taking a moment to examine this Taoist priest who was shocked but still magnanimous, Dongzhang grinned: "Is he not in the Quanzhen Sect at the moment?"
Swallowing nervously, the Taoist priest glanced at Dong Zhang, who was smiling brightly: "No, I went down the mountain a month ago to travel."
"Hahahahaha, that's right. I'll take your master away. Tell Lu Guzhan that if you want to save his masters and uncles, come to me alone."
After Dongzhang finished speaking, he stopped going into details. With a shake of his hand, a piece of paper immediately flew towards the latter. Then he turned around and walked out of the hall: "Please, Quanzhen Sixth Son."