There were only twenty-six of them, but they came like a tide and surrounded Li Muchan and the others in an instant. The two of them rushed to Huang Zongqi's side, touched them with their hands, and then stood up with a gloomy face, shaking their heads at everyone.
Everyone understood that Huang Zongqi was dead, and Han Sensen stared at Li Muchan and the others.
Liu Biyun looked around with bright eyes, and her eyes moved slowly together with the sword, pointing at everyone.
Mo Jiye sighed secretly but remained calm, stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "Are you all disciples of Linhai Pavilion?"
"Are you Mo Jiye?!" A young man with a round face and a medium build said in a deep voice. He glanced at the five people and his eyes fell on Mo Jiye's face: "Four heroes of Longshan Sect, you killed Junior Brother Huang?!"
Mo Jiye shook his head: "You haven't asked this brother yet...?"
"He Juming is just a nobody!" the young man said solemnly.
Mo Jiye smiled secretly. The last sentence showed his ambition and unwillingness to be an unknown person.
"It turns out it's He Shaoxia. We're glad to meet you." Mo Jiye clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "You may not believe it, but we didn't kill Huang Shaoxia."
"Hmph, what are the four heroes of the Longshan Sect? Do you dare to do it or not? Bah!" A young man with an oval face behind him sneered and squinted at them with disdain.
Mo Jiye's expression did not change, Xie Jianfeng opened his eyes and said angrily: "Shut up! ... You are just talking nonsense before you understand it clearly. Is this what you Linhai Pavilion is doing!?"
Li Muchan sat quietly and watched the excitement. If Yin Zhaojiang had not operated on Liu Biyun earlier, he would not have acted in a hurry.
The oval-faced young man sneered: "We at Linhai Pavilion don't need comments from you Longshan Sect disciples! ... You guys can wipe your necks if you are sensible!"
"It's just you?" Xie Jianfeng said disdainfully: "So what if there are many people!"
"Thank you, junior brother, shut up!" Mo Jiye frowned and shouted.
Xie Jianfeng glared at everyone across from him, snorted but said nothing more.
Mo Jiye cupped his fists and smiled: "He Shaoxia, please take a closer look at Huang Shaoxia's injuries. It will be clear who did it!"
He Juming frowned. Seeing Mo Jiye's calm expression, he guessed that Huang Zongqi was not killed by them. He turned his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Huang's death has nothing to do with your Longshan Sect. Let's kill them to avenge Junior Brother Huang."
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"Kill!" The oval-faced young man shouted and rushed out.
"Stop!" Cui Shaoqing suddenly shouted and shook his head: "Interesting, the Wan Sheng Sect obviously killed someone, but you want to take revenge on us!"
"All Saints Sect?!" The oval-faced young man was startled and stopped immediately: "Did the All Saints Sect really kill Junior Brother Huang?"
"You can't see for yourself!?" Xie Jianfeng rolled his eyes and sneered, squinting at He Juming: "Your Linhai Pavilion's revenge for Huang Zongqi is false, but killing us is true!"
"Fart, you surnamed Xie, we are too lazy to use such tactics!" the oval-faced young man shouted, striding to the side of Huang Zongqi's body, lowering his head and groping around.
He Juming frowned and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Zhao, what's going on?"
"Damn it, it's the Burning Heart Palm!" the oval-faced young man cursed bitterly.
"It's really the Ten Thousand Saints Sect..." More than twenty Linhai Pavilion disciples whispered with gloomy faces. The Ten Thousand Saints Sect is getting more and more aggressive and dares to kill Linhai Pavilion disciples!
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He Juming walked closer in three or two steps, squatted down and touched it. He stood up slowly, his face so gloomy that he almost dripped water: "This Burning Heart Palm is extremely powerful, what an amazing cultivation level!"
Mo Jiye sighed: "It's Yin Zhaojiang!"
"Yin Zhaojiang!" everyone shouted.
Yin Zhaojiang, the first disciple of the Wan Sheng Sect, is known to everyone in the world and is more famous than the four heroes of the Longshan Sect.
He Juming frowned and asked, "Is it really Yin Zhaojiang?"
Mo Jiye shook his head and sighed: "This Yin Zhaojiang is really not an ordinary person. He killed Huang Shaoxia and took the secret book and did not leave. He stayed here waiting for us to deliver it to him!"
"He got the secret?!" He Juming said in a deep voice.
Mo Jiye nodded and sighed: "The Secret Book has been stolen by the Wan Sheng Sect, and there will be endless troubles! ... It's not easy for us to scare him away, and we are powerless to seize the Secret Book!"
"You four can't deal with him?" He Juming asked in disbelief.
Mo Jiye sighed: "The four of us can't stop it even if we work together! ... To be honest, you are lucky. If you had arrived earlier than us, you would have been slaughtered by Yin Zhaojiang!"
The oval-faced young man curled his lips in disdain: "How big is he for boasting? No matter how strong he is, how strong can he be!"
Mo Jiye said: "Why should I show off his prestige!... Just look at Huang Shaoxia's injuries. He didn't catch a single move!"
Everyone looked at him and He Juming nodded bitterly: "Junior Brother Huang was indeed killed with one move!"
"Yin Zhaojiang——!" The oval-faced young man roared angrily: "I won't kill you, and I swear I won't be a human being!"
Mo Jiye said: "Young Master Zhao, in my opinion, Young Master Zhao cannot kill Yin Zhaojiang."
"Fart!" the melon-faced young man yelled angrily: "I blame you all. Your Longshan Sect is incompetent, and this kind of thing happened, causing Junior Brother Huang to be killed!"
Mo Jiye frowned and said nothing. Xie Jianfeng couldn't help but snorted angrily: "Zhao, please don't beat me up. I want to ask why the traitor came here. He obviously came for you. Is he?"
Your people?!"
The oval-faced young man yelled: "What nonsense! We act with the surname Xie, how can such a traitor be one of ours!?"
"That's weird!" Xie Jianfeng curled his lips and said in a strange tone: "If he's not one of your people, why would he defect to you?"
He Juming said: "He understands that the only one who knows is our Linhai Pavilion."
"Hey, you are so arrogant. How can your Linhai Pavilion stop our Longshan Sect?"
I kind of admire him!"
"Xie, don't be slanderous!" the oval-faced young man snorted.
Xie Jianfeng sneered: "You know what's true and what's false!"
"Okay, Junior Brother Zhao!" He Juming waved his hand and said calmly: "It's other people's mouths, it's up to them to say what they say!"
"He's so annoying!" The oval-faced young man snorted, "Senior Brother He, teach them a lesson!"
Without waiting for He Juming to say anything, he rushed towards Xie Jianfeng and struck out with his sword.
He Juming raised his hand and opened his mouth. Xie Jianfeng stepped forward to greet him, twisted his body, clapped his hands, and got into a ball with him.
He Juming frowned and closed his mouth. Mo Jiye shook his head. Liu Biyun came to his side and whispered: "Senior Brother Mo, you shouldn't do anything!"
Mo Jiye shook his head and said, "How could they let this opportunity pass?"
Liu Biyun frowned and glanced at everyone, and said angrily: "Now that you have made a move, then do it cleanly and take it down as soon as possible, so as not to have a long night and a lot of dreams!"
Mo Jiye turned to look at Li Muchan and whispered: "Brother Li, is it okay?"
"He's injured. You can't disturb him." Liu Biyun frowned and shook his head, whispering: "Senior Brother Mo, are you okay?"
Mo Jiye stared at Xie Jianfeng, shook his head and smiled: "We can still resist, I will fight with Junior Brother Cui, you protect Brother Li!"
Liu Biyun nodded and whispered: "Well, let's fight quickly!"
Their voices were kept very low. No one else could hear, not even Cui Shaoqing. They had a tacit understanding, and Mo Jiye would understand it with just a look.
Xie Jianfeng was like a child in Yin Zhaojiang's hands, but he was far better than the oval-faced young man. Just like Yin Zhaojiang and him, the two were too far apart.
Xie Jianfeng shook his head: "Linhai Pavilion disciples are nothing more than that!"
He slapped the long sword away and followed up with a palm. He hit the young man with an oval face on the chest and made a "bang" sound like a drum. The young man with an oval face flew straight out and sprayed a bloody arrow in the air.
He Juming hurriedly floated over to catch him: "Junior Brother Zhao? Senior Brother Zhao?!"
The oval-faced young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said bitterly: "Senior Brother He, take care of him for me!"
He Juming checked his injuries, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and shouted: "Junior brothers, the four heroes of Longshan Sect are well-deserved. One-on-one is no match. Let's go together. We will only hurt but not kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone responded loudly.
Just as they were about to charge forward, Mo Jiye shouted: "Hit!"
The three of them formed a triangle and drove into the crowd like a wedge. Suddenly, there were roars, screams, and groans. The three of them were like wolves entering the herd, knocking down half of the people in the blink of an eye.
Li Muchan closed his eyes. He opened his Eyes of the Void and was filled with admiration. The four heroes of Longshan Sect were not called for nothing. They were indeed very capable, far better than the disciples of Linhai Pavilion.
He Juming saw that the situation was not good and said in a deep voice: "Go over there!"
He took the lead and rushed towards Li Muchan. Liu Biyun's jade face fell. When He Juming approached, the tip of the sword turned into a cold star and stabbed out.
"Ding..." He Juming swung his sword to block, but took a step back and looked at Liu Biyun in surprise. A strong force came from the sword body, and he wanted to let go of the long sword.
Liu Biyun narrowed her bright eyes and stared at him quietly without saying a word.
Several people behind him wanted to rush over together, but they were entangled by Mo Jiye and the others. Their sword light turned into a sheet and enveloped them, making it impossible for them to escape.
Liu Biyun's eyes were cold and cold.
He Juming smiled and said, "Miss Liu, right?"
Liu Biyun said coldly: "Step forward and die!"
He Juming's eyes bypassed Liu Biyun, landed on Li Muchan, and smiled: "I wonder who this young hero is...?"
"You don't need to know." Liu Biyun said calmly.
He Juming smiled: "It seems that he is very important to Miss Liu."
Liu Biyun made no comment with a cold face.
He Juming took a step forward, Liu Biyun raised his sword again, turned around and said: "Senior Brother Mo, Mr. He will not shed tears until he sees the coffin!"
Mo Jiye said: "If they don't know what they are interested in, we can only kill them!"
He Juming smiled, shook his head and said, "Miss Liu, Shaoxia Mo, I know you won't kill anyone."
Mo Jiye said in a deep voice: "He Shaoxia, this is our savior. You have nothing to do with us. If you want to plot against him, we can only kill him!"
He Juming glanced at Mo Jiye, then at Liu Biyun, and said with a smile: "Who is this person?"
"You don't deserve to know!" Mo Jiye said solemnly.
He had some scruples about He Juming before, but after seeing his despicable methods, it was hard to show respect and his words gradually became ruder.
"Haha, interesting!" He Juming laughed, his smile widened and he rushed towards Liu Biyun, and the sword light turned into a wisp of cold stars, extremely fast.
Liu Biyun snorted angrily, and cold murderous intent arose in her heart. The sword light turned into an arc, "Ding..." Liu Biyun's sword was blocked, followed by Liu Biyun's violent attack like a storm.
He Juming retreated step by step. Liu Biyun's internal strength was far superior to his. Although his swordsmanship was not as sophisticated as his, his superior sword speed made up for his lack of subtlety.
Liu Biyun was angry and had murderous intent. He Juming was an ordinary person but his swordsmanship was authentic. He stepped back step by step, barely holding on.
"Junior Brother Cui. Thank you, Junior Brother!" Mo Jiye said solemnly.
The two nodded and used their strength again in a tacit understanding. The screams rang out again, and three more people fell. Mo Jiye shot towards Liu Biyun and raised his voice: "Junior Sister Liu, I'm coming!"
Liu Biyun stepped back in front of Li Muchan, stood with his sword horizontally, looking in all directions. The light of Mo Jiye's sword made He Juming retreat step by step, out of breath.
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"He, you are seeking death. You can't blame us!" Mo Jiye shook his head and sighed. As soon as he finished speaking, his left palm strangely passed through the sword light and hit He Juming's chest.
"Bang!" He Juming was knocked out and landed heavily on the ground with a "bang".
"Senior Brother He!" The young man with an oval face hurriedly went over to help He Juming up. Blood gurgled from He Juming's mouth. The young man with an oval face hurriedly pressed the pill into his mouth, and the blood rushed out.
"Senior Brother He!" The oval-faced young man was very anxious.
"Here! Here!" The sound of hurried footsteps came. Mo Jiye looked up, his face changed drastically, and he saw more than thirty Linhai Pavilion disciples pouring out of the woods.
The oval-faced young man shouted: "Save Senior Brother He quickly!"
Two middle-aged men floated over. They tapped a few fingers on He Juming's chest, then helped him sit up, sat cross-legged behind him, and put his palms on his vest to do the exercises.
Another middle-aged man pressed He Juming's hand pulse and nodded after a moment: "My life is saved!"
"Junior Brother Cui, thank you, Junior Brother, for coming back!" Mo Jiye said solemnly, floating back to Li Muchan.
Cui Shaoqing and Xie Jianfeng also hurriedly retreated, forming a four-corner formation with Liu Biyun to protect Li Muchan.
Footsteps sounded again, and more than a dozen Linhai Pavilion disciples came in a hurry.
Mo Jiye understood in his heart that this was a signal sent by someone without anyone noticing. It was a secret signal from Linhai Pavilion. Unfortunately, he was too slow to act and could not achieve a quick victory!
"Junior Brother Zhao, what's going on?!" A majestic middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
He is tall and majestic. He is like a giant bear, half a head taller than an ordinary person. The long sword on his waist is like an embroidery needle, which looks particularly small.
The oval-faced young man said loudly: "Senior Brother Jiang, avenge Senior Brother He!"
"Junior Brother He is dead?" the majestic and powerful man asked in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man pressing He Juming shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, he can't die."
The majestic man nodded: "It's good that you're not dead!... The four heroes of Longshan Sect are all here. Nice to meet you!"
Mo Jiye smiled bitterly and said: "Master Jiang, we meet again!"
He secretly sighed, this Jiang Guiliu was a powerful person, an outstanding disciple of Linhai Pavilion, and his martial arts was even better than his own, so he was in trouble now.
"Xiao Mo, you are going to kill me!" the mighty Han River said in a deep voice.
Mo Jiye said: "What you said is wrong, Master Jiang. If I really want to kill people, they won't be able to wait for you to come!"
"That's true." Jiang Guiliu nodded and said, "Their martial arts are so bad...what's going on?"
Mo Jiye said: "He Shaoxia saw that the four of us were injured and wanted to take advantage of the situation. How can we just sit back and wait for death? We can only rise up and resist."
Jiang Guiliu turned to look at the oval-faced young man, shook his head and said, "Who are you protecting?"
Mo Jiye said: "Our savior."
Jiang Guiliu said in a deep voice: "Leave this man here and get out!"
Mo Jiye's expression changed: "Master Jiang really wants to make things difficult for us?"
Jiang Guiliu smiled: "Why, you still want to take action?"
Mo Jiye said in a deep voice: "We still don't know who will win. Let's see the truth behind it!"
"Okay, as expected of a disciple of the Longshan Sect, let's do it!" Jiang Guiliu waved his hand, and immediately everyone rushed over and a large sword light enveloped him.
"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the continuous chirping, the four of them joined forces to block the siege and protected Li Muchan.
Li Muchan opened his eyes leisurely and sighed. He originally wanted to watch the excitement and didn't want to care about their life and death, but at this point he couldn't care less.
Liu Biyun had been paying attention to Li Muchan. When she saw him opening his eyes, she hurriedly said: "Brother Li, are you okay?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "It doesn't matter,...what's going on?"
Liu Biyun waved her sword and said with a smile: "Brother Li, just wake up. Brother Mo, let's go!"
"Okay!" Mo Jiye said in a deep voice. The sword lights of the four people rose sharply at the same time, breaking the siege of everyone, and moved towards the west.
They walked while waving their swords and talking. The crowd attacked fiercely but could not stop them from moving, so they could only follow them to the west.
Jiang Guiliu looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "The thirteenth generation disciples step down, the twelfth generation disciples enter!"
People either retreated or advanced, and in a while, twelve middle-aged men came to the inner circle and surrounded Mo Jiye and the four of them.
These twelve middle-aged men had deeper cultivation and more refined swordsmanship. Mo Jiye and the others immediately felt a great pressure on them.
Li Muchan frowned and sighed: "The disciples of Linhai Pavilion are really promising!"
He could see that Mo Jiye and the others were at the end of their game. They had used secret techniques before and were fighting with others before they could take a break. Now they finally couldn't stand it anymore.
He bent down and sat on the ground and picked up a few small stones. He squeezed them gently and they suddenly broke into pieces, the size of soybean grains, and then popped them out with his fingers.
"Chichichichichi..." With a gentle roar, each Linhai Pavilion disciple froze and his acupoints were tapped. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty Linhai Pavilion disciples had their acupoints tapped.
Li Muchan kept moving his hands, and small stones flew out of his sleeves and fell into the crowd. His bullets were all hit, and in the blink of an eye, he hit about ten more people.
Jiang Guiliu had a gloomy face and stared at Li Muchan, but Li Muchan had his hands in his sleeves and could only see pebbles shooting out, but couldn't see how he did it.
Jiang Guiliu shouted: "What a powerful hidden weapon, don't be polite, everyone, it's hidden..."
Before he could finish his words, a stream of light hit him, and he quickly held his sword in front of his throat. "Ding..." Amidst the continuous clear sound, he smoothly jumped out two feet away.
When he lowered his head and looked down, his face changed drastically. There was a stone as big as a soybean embedded in the sword.
He was frightened by this shocking skill and turned to look at Li Muchan. Li Muchan smiled lightly and said, "Let's all disperse. Let's do whatever we have to do. What do you think, Master Jiang?"
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