Before the first month of the twenty-second year of Jingrun passed, a comet was seen during the day, five stars passed through the sky, and a demonic light appeared in the south.
Three days later, Poyue Pavilion moved all its strength northward and swept across the Central Plains. There was a bloody storm and massacres. Later generations called it the Battle of Qingyue.
That battle did not end as quickly as expected, or the many sects that had previously been wise to protect themselves understood the truth of the situation. When Poyue Pavilion invaded Luoyang, the Chonghua Sect, which had been spurned by the martial arts, finally gained support from all parties.
There are those who support and join forces to resist, and those who intercept the rear. The battle line stretches from forty miles south of Yanlong Mountain to outside Lanling City in the south of the Yangtze River.
As Wei Moyan speculated, Poison King Valley did not participate in the war.
"It's been almost a month since I left Lanling but there has been no progress. It's really ridiculous that those sects who claim to be righteous people are willing to help a scum like Yingfeng with disgrace."
"The human heart is like this. It only seeks self-interest and does not care about the way of heaven." The man in black clothes looked at the surrounding dark green mountains, his face as calm as water, "There is no good and evil in this world, and there are no gods and demons. There is only good and evil."
It’s just a reason to seek benefits for oneself, and gods and demons are all illusions defeated by people’s hearts.”
Shao Bi smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying that there is no god or demon. He is the god or demon in people's hearts. Those who respect him praise him as a god, and those who hate him curse him as a demon. In short, he is not just a mortal in the mortal world.
"Is there any news from the cabinet?"
"Not yet - Master Hongxian has Deputy Hall Master Shen taking care of him, so you can rest assured." Shao Bi knew what he cared about, so he left the Deputy Hall Master of Tianshi Hall in Lanling, who was far superior to him in terms of strategy and strength.
The master of the pavilion would rather give up his closest confidant to keep Hongxian safe. How many people in the world don't know this thought? I'm afraid that I haven't seen him for a month, and my heart has already become sick with longing for him.
As strong as he is, he can't escape the love and infatuation of the world.
Fighting in all directions, fighting with iron horses, no trace of dust or blood in the world can stain him. Occasionally, a trace of loss can be seen on his always ruthless and colorless face, but it makes the aloof dragon among men even more want to get close to him.
"Pavilion Master." Outside the monastery by the lake, a graceful figure galloping down the horse in front of him, the white bamboo flute on his waist was carried by the whistling wind, and he moaned several times, weeping and complaining. The tall and elegant man spoke calmly, so
What he said was extremely dangerous: "About hundreds of people are rushing here. They should be Zhanjian Villa, Jinxiu Palace, Lingyun Seven Halls, Qing'an Sect and other sects. At the current speed, they should appear before nightfall."
"finally come."
Wei Moyan breathed out a long breath.
He has been waiting for this day for a long time. It would be too cumbersome to annihilate the enemy in one place. It is better to wait for them to attack together and eliminate the root cause.
As for whether he has this strength, who knows?
He only knew that he would not die under someone else's sword, and the only one who could take his life was the sky. No, even the sky could not decide his life or death. His life was always in his own hands.
"Hua Yu and Shao Bi, go and gather the troops to fight."
"I obey my orders."
The cold wind has risen again, the lake surface is shimmering, and waves break the tranquil fate. I wonder if Lanling, which has always been warm, is still feeling chilly now?
When the sun sets and the moon rises, the solemn sunset glow in the sky has not yet receded, and dense figures are already far away in the field of vision. The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves blocks the sky, making it menacing.
There are no unworthy disciples and no one who is afraid of death. This group of people is composed of the strongest people from more than ten sects. Each of them comes with their most outstanding confidants. The purpose is to kill Wei Moyan, destroy Poyue Pavilion, and restore peace to the martial arts world.
, peace and tranquility.
Only when we got closer did we see clearly that there were only a few dozen people by the lake, all of whom were the hosts of Poyue Pavilion Hall Master. The indifferent man standing with his hands behind his back was the son of the former leader of the martial arts alliance, who was regarded as a dragon among men.
The master of Poyue Pavilion, Wei Moyan.
"Pavilion Master Wei is really brave and resourceful. He dares to fight against us with only this small number of people. Is it because he is too conceited or because he has given up on himself?" The man who immediately smiled and shook his feather fan lightly, and at a glance, he knew that he was the leader of the Qing'an Sect.
Buyeo.
"I'm just waiting for you to come and save me some time."
What a loud tone. Fuyu looked at several famous martial arts figures beside him, feeling slightly ridiculous but also unnaturally afraid. The man in front of him was like an unbreakable myth. In just two years, there had been almost countless turmoils.
The unification of the martial arts in 2008 has left the largest sect, the Chonghua Sect, unable to fight back. If the sects had not encouraged each other, no one in today's alliance would have dared to come here to face him.
The owner of Zhanjian Villa seems to be kind and generous, but every word he speaks is bloody: "If Poyue Pavilion is willing to settle down in the south of the Yangtze River, we won't ask more questions, but Pavilion Master Wei stretches his hand too far, and the secret of monopolizing the mystery is still there."
To hold the world in our hands again, we cannot sit idly by and watch."
"You can't just sit back and watch. Poyue Pavilion has killed countless people, and many heroes and celebrities have died in your hands. The blood debt will eventually be repaid with blood!"
"A blood debt must be repaid with blood..." There was a sneer on Han Rushuangxue's face, and the man standing with his hands behind his hands looked sideways at the lake without any worry, "If you have this strength."
"You're still a bitch, you're self-righteous." The Palace Master of Jinxiu Palace who had just shouted the words "blood debt must be paid with blood" also sneered. She was just a female, no matter how sharp her eyes were, she still couldn't compare to Wei Moyan's intimidating aura.
Wei Moyan would be impatient if there was to be a verbal dispute. Even one sentence was too much for him to talk to these sanctimonious hypocrites who claimed to be righteous.
"In short, only one party can get out of this valley. You can choose how to survive."
Survival? However, dozens of people dare to utter arrogance in the face of forces several times his own. No matter fighting alone or swarming like a war, the outcome will not be for him to leave safely. Even if he wants to survive, it will be him.
This cold-blooded and ruthless Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion!
However, there is no fool who can stand here after all. In the face of martial arts and public enemies, it is more important to maintain glory. No one wants to be looked down upon because of arrogance in the future rankings.
Fuyu pondered for a moment and then whispered a few words to the leaders of the surrounding sects. Then he raised his head with a slight smile on his face. He must have reached some consensus with the others, and even his tone became more confident: "Since Pavilion Master Wei wants
Now that we have found out, it’s better to be fair. We won’t bully the few with more. As long as Pavilion Master Wei can convince all the heroes in kung fu, how about leaving Ren?”
"Despicable!" Jiuhe blurted out.
A one-on-one competition seems fair, but in fact it requires the master of the pavilion to take turns to fight against the masters of each sect. How can he withstand such a wheel-and-wheel battle? It is said that the noble sects are full of majesty, but they are just despicable villains praising each other, which is disgusting.
Very.
"Despicable? Poyue Pavilion has bloodied the defenseless Wanqi family, and slaughtered many innocent people. Who can be more despicable and shameless? It doesn't matter if you don't want to fight fair. If you, a few dozen people, can break through with your strength,
Creating a bloody path can be considered a method."
The other party insisted that they had few people and planned to leave no one alive. Hua Yu frowned slightly: "I wonder what the challenge mentioned by Master Fu is? Should we, the master of the pavilion, fight against you all alone, or do we and all the subordinates have the right to fight against it?
?”
"I have said that for the sake of fairness, I will naturally allow all of you to participate," Fuyu said.
"Pavilion Master." Hua Yu moved to Wei Moyan and lowered her voice, "We have a better chance of fighting first."
The opponent has a large number of people. Although there are many people with mediocre martial arts among them, the Pavilion Master who is a genius with extraordinary talents and no one knows his origin after a whole round has a hard time holding on. If he and other hall masters and hosts fight first, at least they can
Consume a lot of the opponent's numbers and strength, waiting for an opportunity to find a way out.
However, the indifferent figure just raised his hand casually.
"No need." The soft breeze blowing against my face was gentle, but it carried a biting cold air and murderous intent. "Everyone will die."