The night is rich, with a hint of confusion. The old people in the world often say that the moon is dark and the wind is high, and it kills people at night. In fact, it is just the rendering of natural scenery and the sculptures of literati.
Ordinary murders are indeed likely to occur on dark winter nights, but fighting in the martial arts world more often happens at nights like today.
There is moonlight, but it is hazy, and there is no wind, but it makes people feel the dignity before the stormy waves.
In the small room, several people were standing or sitting. One of them was full of white hair, but energetic. A long sword lay across the old man's hand. It was a long sword that looked extremely simple.
The handle is clearly engraved with an ancient text.
"Those bastards have already started to take action in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. It won't take long for them to come to us. Coming to Henan this time to capture the Youjia brothers is just a small matter. The secret may not be in the Youjia boy, but eradicating the Fang family's rebellion is a big deal.
, Brothers, if this happens, we are all heroes of the Holy Religion. If we fail, I am afraid we will not be able to leave Henan."
The dull words rang out in the room, and Zi Qin had no idea that the Ming Cult had already started fighting among themselves at this time.
At this time, Fang La was only in his twenties. However, a hero is a hero after all, and Fang La had already gathered a large number of people from Mingjiao around him. Because of his personal participation in missionary work, Fang La really held a place in the hearts of the middle and lower classes of Mingjiao that was unmatched by others.
influence.
The top management of Mingjiao are not idiots at this time, but they have clearly seen the situation of Mingjiao at this time, and the struggle between the two sides has now become fierce.
This is actually the real reason why Fang Qifu found Ziqin.
"Fang Qifu has already contacted the Youjia boy. This is evidence that he has rebelled against the Holy Religion. Next, we can allow Fang Qifu to contact the Youjia brothers."
The man paused slightly when he finished speaking.
"Mr. Zhuo, according to our information, that boy from the You family seems to have a great opportunity in Dali. His martial arts has improved by leaps and bounds, especially his swordsmanship. He is amazing. I will leave this boy to you when the time comes."
The person who spoke looked at the old man sitting there, who was silent and just nodded slightly.
"They're coming."
Suddenly, the old man's hand held the long sword, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Under the oil lamp in the room, the old man's eyes seemed to be shining with a faint light.
In the darkness, countless people were moving. Ziqin looked at Huang Shang beside him and couldn't help but sigh slightly. He didn't want to owe Huang Sang a favor, but now it seemed that he had to owe it.
However, once the plan he discussed with Li Chengqu and others in Dali began to be implemented in the future, he did not know how to face the six sects led by Huang Shang, who represented the royal family of the Song Dynasty.
In the hazy moonlight, figures quickly climbed over the eaves, and after a moment they had surrounded a small courtyard.
Ziqin followed Huang Shang and stood on the roof of a house opposite the small courtyard.
Standing here, Zi Qin understood that what Huang Shang said was indeed not exaggerated in the slightest. He was far away from the small courtyard, but he could feel a sword energy soaring towards the sky coming straight towards him.
Both humans and swords are absolutely powerful.
Ziqin's hand couldn't help but grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist. Since he learned Yuan Gong Sword Technique, he has never really used this set of peerless sword techniques that have been famous for thousands of years. But at this time, when he encountered another peerless sword technique
When he was a swordsman, Ziqin couldn't help but his blood began to boil.
In the quiet, empty night, countless people stood around the small courtyard, but there was no sound at all. In fact, at this time, both the besiegers and the besieged knew where the other was.
However, until someone breaks this balance, no one is willing to take the lead.
"Do it."
At this moment, a voice roared from nowhere.
The sound was like sparks falling into gunpowder, and the explosive barrel was instantly ignited. People from the six doors rushed towards the small courtyard, and the Mingjiao people in the small courtyard also immediately rushed out.
The melee started in the hazy moonlight, on the roof of the house, and the faces of Huang Shang and Ziqin changed at the same time.
The resistance of the Ming Cult was so strong that they were a little surprised. This seemed to be different from the information they had inquired about, and it seemed that not all members of the Ming Cult were here.
Square Seven Buddhas.
A name appeared in Ziqin's mind, and he suddenly understood that he and Huang Shang were still following Fang Qifu's path. The boy obviously deliberately asked them to eliminate more Mingjiao masters for him.
The most helpless thing is that they were willing to do this help, but Fang Qifu didn't owe them any favors.
While Ziqin and Huang Shang looked ugly, the faces of those Mingjiao officials were also equally ugly. They had already planned to destroy Fang Qifu's people, but they had never regarded Ziqin as a serious enemy.
However, in fact, the pressure Ziqin brought to them at this time was far beyond their expectations, and this pressure even exceeded the range they could bear.
"Form up your formation, hold on, don't panic, the outcome of this battle is still uncertain."
The leader of the Ming Cult roared. As he roared, he couldn't help but look at the room where they were before, where the victory of today's battle would be decided.
Although there are many experts from the Six Gates coming this time, it is definitely not enough to keep them all here. On the contrary, they may even keep all the people from the Six Gates here.
Everything just depends on the competition between the two sides' highest level of force, but the leader of the Ming Cult is absolutely assured of the highest level of force of the two parties, just because that person's swordsmanship is no longer what ordinary people can imagine.
"Tell me, when will Fang Qifu's people come out?"
On the roof of a residential house, Huang Shang spoke pointedly. His eyes were equally bright in the darkness, but there was already a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Although this battle was their own choice, looking at the strength of the Ming Cult below, they clearly understood what a wonderful idea Fang Qifu had.
What is even more worrying is that Fang Qifu's idea is to catch them all in one fell swoop.
"If he was smart enough, he would definitely not show up."
There was a faint sneer on the corner of Ziqin's mouth. Fang Qifu tricked him, but he was willing to be tricked. If Fang Qifu honestly protected the You family brothers, Ziqin wouldn't have anything to say, but if Fang Qifu at this time
If the Seven Buddhas act like the oriole, they are seeking death themselves.
The figure moved slightly, and Ziqin streaked towards the room like a phantom. The long sword was already in his hand in mid-air, and the shocking sword energy appeared.
The hazy moon is like a rainbow sword energy.
This sword was a declaration of war. Below, the momentum of the Mingjiao soldiers in the battle dropped for a while. The reason why they were able to have the confidence to continue fighting was because of the rainbow sword energy of the old man behind them. However, they saw that there was someone in the six gates.
Being able to display such sword energy, the confidence of these Mingjiao disciples suddenly suffered a huge blow.
"I don't think there are people in this world who can practice sword energy. You, a junior, have excellent talent."
Inside the house, a deep voice sounded, and at the same time, the entire house was cut open, and the old man appeared in the dim moonlight holding a long sword.
The ancient sword was held in the old man's hand, but at this moment, the sword energy was constantly coming from it.
The moon was dim, the sword was dim, Ziqin's figure turned in mid-air, crossed an arc and landed opposite the old man.
With this kind of light skill, the old man's eyes suddenly showed a hint of vigilance. The long sword slightly turned halfway in his hand, but it was an extremely strange sword-drawing posture.
Ziqin's expression condensed, and the long sword in his hand followed the trend of Yuan Gong's sword technique.
Although he had forgotten his martial arts, he had never forgotten the martial arts and sword techniques he had seen. However, using his own brain as a guarantee, Ziqin swore that he had never seen a sword as weird as the old man's hand gesture.
Law.
Yuan Gong's sword technique opened up, and at the same time, Yun Ji Qizhu's internal energy circulated instantly, and the sword light on the long sword began to flicker. Although it was not as strong as the old man's, it had a kind of tenacity, and seemed to be able to invincibly
Nothing can be destroyed, nothing can stop it, nothing can break it.
"It is from that lineage, but today is just a coincidence. I didn't expect to be able to meet the descendants of that lineage. The battle was not completed back then, but it seems that we will continue it today."
The old man looked at Ziqin's sword and suddenly sneered, and he started walking quickly.
In the past, when Ziqin watched martial arts TV, he also saw people walking around in circles during fights. At that time, Ziqin just thought it was extremely funny. If they fight, they will fight. What are they doing?
However, when facing the old man, Ziqin realized that walking in circles was not as simple as it seemed.
At this moment, every step the old man took seemed to be able to integrate with the surrounding environment, and it seemed to bring more pressure to Ziqin.
This kind of walking in circles seems to have the effect of forming a formation.
The pressure increased as the old man moved around, and cold sweat even fell down Ziqin's forehead. However, for some reason, Ziqin just felt that he didn't know how to deal with the old man's rapid walking.
"When did the descendants of that line become so useless that they can't even stand the simplest gathering of seven kills?"
The old man spoke sarcastically while walking, and suddenly raised the long sword in his hand. It seemed as if he no longer planned to continue walking, but directly sent a sword energy to Ziqin.
"Those who conquer me and have the same surname as mine are called Seven Kills. Little guy, it looks like you haven't mastered the Seven Kills yet, otherwise you wouldn't need to turn around like a monkey. Really, you are not practicing monkey boxing.
How dare you be so arrogant against a half-baked Seven Kills swordsmanship of my Sword God lineage? I really don’t know where you got the confidence to show off. If the old man hadn’t wanted to fight with people during this period, I would have slapped you to death.
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At this moment, a joking and naughty voice sounded. Ziqin was immediately happy when he heard the voice. He seemed to have completely forgotten the pressure from the outside world. He turned his head naturally and immediately saw Taoist Baimei sitting in the small chair without any image.
On the wall of the courtyard, the two white eyebrows were fluttering in the wind.
"Apprentice, you still possess Taoist supreme inner strength, but you were frightened by the evil spirit of Qisha. I am really angry to death."
When Bai Mei saw Zi Qin looking over, she couldn't help but jump up from the wall. She just stood on the wall of the small courtyard, jumping on her feet and yelling in dissatisfaction. (To be continued.)
