The auspicious time is approaching, and envoys from Wuyue Sword are arriving one after another.
Hengshan sent the most people, but Mr. Mo Da did not come in person. One of his junior disciples came, leading a total of more than 20 junior disciples, who arrived first. Those sent by Taishan and Huashan were all junior disciples.
It was a welcome moment. Everyone in the Hengshan sect didn't have much hope, but they didn't have any resentment.
"The auspicious time has come, and the headmaster's succession ceremony has begun. Please come to the main hall to take over as headmaster." A young nun came to report.
"Have the people from the Songshan Sect arrived yet?" Liu Jing asked.
Qu Feiyan hummed: "The thieves from the Songshan sect have no good intentions. It would be better if they didn't come."
"The people of the Songshan sect have not yet retreated, so there must be a conspiracy. What happened today may happen." Liu Jing recalled the scene on the day when Liu Zhengfeng washed his hands in the golden basin, and she was moved and said without regret.
Zheng Xie smiled and said: "The reason why the conspirators resorted to conspiracy is because they are not strong enough and can only use some despicable means. Jing'er does not have to be afraid. It is enough to defeat them with one force."
"Um."
When the group of people arrived in front of the main hall of Jianxing Peak, Zheng Xie suddenly stopped and sneered: "Sure enough, you can't get on the stage."
After everyone paused, they heard Zheng Xie shouting loudly: "Where are the thieves hiding on the roof? Come down to answer me."
Then he made a hollow strike with his palm, making no sound or sound.
At the same time, there was only a roar, rubble flew from the top of the nunnery on the west side, and a figure fell down in embarrassment.
Liu Jing reacted immediately and shouted softly: "Catch the thief."
"Yes." A group of little nuns responded, drew their swords and walked towards the man.
The man shouted: "Wait a minute, I am Ding Mian of the Songshan sect."
At this time, seven or eight figures jumped down from the roof and landed behind Ding Mian.
The little nuns surrounded them with swords and kept silent.
A middle-aged female nun who presided over the ceremony sneered: "The Songshan sect's behavior is unexpected and has a unique style. Our Hengshan sect opens the door to welcome guests. But you climbed over the wall and entered the house. Is this how Zuo Lengchan teaches his disciples?
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Ding Mian's face became hot and he said loudly: "There is a reason for what happened today, and Ding dare not neglect it. The leader of the left alliance of the Wuyue Sword Sect has an order, and Liu Jing is not allowed to usurp the position of the leader of the Hengshan Sect without authorization."
The nun said: "Zuo Lengchan's control is too lenient. What does our Hengshan sect do have to do with him?"
Liu Jing shouted: "Secretary Zuo acts openly and aboveboard. There will never be a disciple like this who climbs over the wall and breaks into the house. He must be an impostor. Let me take him down." This little nigga also learned bad things.
"Yes, Master." The little nuns responded in unison.
Ding Mian shouted: "Wait a minute, I have the flag of the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect."
"The command flag is also fake, take action." Liu Jing didn't even look at the command flag, she rushed directly towards Ding Mian, raised her hand and slapped it on his head.
"I..." Ding Mian was caught off guard. He opened his mouth to speak, but felt a strong wind coming, as sharp as a knife. His mind was shaken, and he rushed to deal with it with all his strength.
Qu Feiyan was already eager to try, but when he saw that Liu Jing had already taken action, he no longer hesitated and gave a sweet shout. The long sword came out of its sheath and suddenly turned into dots. It was shocking.
"Do it!" the little nuns shouted in unison, forming a Hengshan sword array and attacking the Songshan disciples who were accompanying them.
In the blink of an eye, the succession ceremony was full of martial arts, and the clanking of weapons was heard.
"Brother Xie?" Ren Yingying asked.
"It's just a tower player and I don't need to take action. Jing'er and Feifei can handle him more than enough. This is Hengshan. Let them make the decision themselves." Zheng She said easily.
The two women's Zixia Divine Perfection has been completed, and their internal strength is better than that of Ding Mian. In addition, with two against one, it has accelerated their opponent's defeat.
"Stop..." Ding Mian shouted, already intending to retreat. He thought to himself: How could the skills of these two people be so powerful? I'm afraid they are not inferior to Senior Brother Zuo.
Trusted.
Liu Jing turned a deaf ear to his shouts. She became more and more skilled in Liuyun Palm. Her body shape suddenly moved forward and back, changing unpredictable. Ding Mian was in a trance, and was hit by a palm, and his body flew up. As soon as he landed, the cute girl
Qu Feiyan's long sword followed closely, slashed a streak of light, and hit his throat directly.
Ding Mian was horrified and despaired of all thoughts.
But he saw the sword light suddenly stopped, and the sword stopped on his neck.
Liu Jing quickly took action and sealed Ding Mian's mute acupoints and several large acupoints with her fingers. At the same time, she ordered: "Tie him up and take him down and guard him carefully."
"Yes, Master." Two little nuns stepped forward and took Ding Mian down, their hearts filled with pride.
Poor Ding Mian made a series of preparations in advance, but he died before he could get out of the battle. The most depressing thing in the world is to meet an opponent who doesn't play according to common sense. He doesn't talk to you about reason and rules at all.
No matter how much you prepare, it will be in vain.
Several junior disciples of the Songshan Sect who came with them were greatly frightened when they saw that their normally majestic uncle was easily taken down, and their methods became chaotic. On the contrary, the young nun of the Hengshan Sect had great morale, and her swordsmanship was even more sharp.
, and after more than ten moves, the Songshan disciples were captured by them one after another.
Seeing that the situation had been settled, Liu Jing cupped her hands and said with a smile: "Let the brothers and sisters laugh, don't let a few thieves spoil the mood. I have prepared a vegetarian meal. Please come to the table."
"Master Liu is so polite..."
"Headmaster Liu's martial arts skills are unparalleled, Hengshan is very lucky..."
"Congratulations to Master Liu..."
Everyone congratulated him one after another.
In the final analysis, strength is still respected in the world, and it is the right to have a hard fist.
Zheng Xie nodded gently. This little girl was becoming more and more like a master.
…
At this time, at the foot of Hengshan Mountain, a group of strong men dressed in black were carrying a sedan. The bearers' black clothes were embroidered with golden sun and moon patterns.
"Elder Wen, how is the situation on the mountain?" Ren Woxing's powerful voice came from the sedan.
Elder Wen replied: "Reporting to the leader, the news has just been received, and the disciples in the secret hall have already taken action."
Ren Woxing said: "The succession ceremony has been completed?"
Elder Wen replied: "Yes, the banquet has begun now."
"Very good." Ren Woxing said: "It's a pity that the Five Mountains Sword Sect is a group of people who deceive the world and steal their reputation. Otherwise, these hypocrites will definitely be captured in one fell swoop."
A person beside the sedan muttered: "Are we really going to take action? The holy aunt and Vice-leader Zheng are still on the mountain."
This person was a new hall master who had personally witnessed the shocking battle between Zheng Xie and Dongfang Bubai. He was still frightened by the power of the two men and did not dare to challenge them directly.
Ren Woxing said coldly: "No one can stop me from teaching the great cause of unifying the world. All obstacles will be removed."
"Yes." The man felt as if a big hand was strangling his throat. He shivered intelligently and did not dare to say anything.
…
"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" asked someone from the Hengshan faction.
"It's nothing... I'm a little dizzy." The junior brother swayed from side to side.
The senior brother's complexion changed slightly, he was actually a little dizzy, and he suddenly felt something bad in his heart.
At this moment, a person at the table stood up and shouted: "No, I'm poisoned!"
The heroes paused, and a dozen people stood up with their swords drawn. Just as they were about to use their skills, their complexions changed drastically, their internal energy was obscured, and they could not lift it up no matter what. At the same time, their hands and feet were sore and weak, and they fell to the ground one by one.
At the moment, half of the people want to use their power to force poison, and the result is self-evident.
"The traitors from the Hengshan sect actually poisoned the food!" a Taoist priest from the Taishan sect shouted angrily.
"What a pure and unconventional place of Buddhism, yet it uses such despicable methods." said a person from the Huashan Sect.
"The Five Sacred Sword Sects have joined forces with each other, and the Hengshan Sect has colluded with the demon sect."
"Hurry and hand over the antidote."
"..."
"Brothers, you have misunderstood. It was really not us." said the little nun.
"All the food here is cooked by your Hengshan sect. If it wasn't you, how could it be someone else?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the antidote quickly."
"We were also poisoned."
"It's just a bitter trick..."
"We really don't..."
The little nuns of the Hengshan sect were at a loss and tried to defend themselves with red faces, but they were also poisoned and weak, and were drowned out by the unanimous condemnation of their colleagues.
The place was in chaos and shouts were everywhere.
"Master, what should I do?" Yihe, who has a relatively stable temperament, asked Liu Jing.
Liu Jing shook her head. She was also unable to mobilize her internal strength and didn't know what to do. She raised her head and looked at Zheng She.
"Yingying, Feifei, how are you doing?" Zheng Xie asked the two women sitting on the left and right.
Ren Yingying said: "We are also poisoned. Our internal energy is blocked and cannot be mobilized. Our muscles and bones are weak and weak. Brother Zheng, how are you?"
"My bones and muscles are sore and weak? Could it be Shixiang Ruanjin Powder? No, if it was Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, how could I be fine?" Zheng Xie secretly guessed, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, just adapt to circumstances."
Zheng Xie possesses the three supreme martial arts of Zixia Magic Kung Fu, Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and Yiyang Finger. Although it does not have the effect of Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu that is invulnerable to all poisons, it is still almost the same. This defective Qixiang Ruanjin Powder is
It's of no use to him.
"Yes." Ren Yingying breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the people around her were fine, her backbone would not fall.
At this moment, a burst of laughter came from the mountain gate, suppressing all the shouts of everyone on the field.
The laughter was loud and deafening.
There was a sudden silence in front of the main hall.
Then, a burst of shouts sounded: "The Holy Cult Leader has cultivated martial virtues and will last for thousands of years to revive the Divine Cult and unify the world."
The carols sounded over and over again, getting closer and closer.
Soon, members of the Sun Moon Sect appeared in everyone's sight carrying a sedan chair.
"It's up to me!"
The faces of the heroes changed drastically.
A figure emerged from the crowd, prostrated himself in front of the sedan chair, and raised his voice: "Welcome to the holy leader of the church. The holy leader has ruled the world for thousands of years. Fortunately, my subordinates have lived up to their fate and have completed the things assigned by the leader."
"Okay, get out." The voice of Ren Woxing sounded in the sedan chair, and then said: "You have been poisoned by Shixiang Ruanjin Powder. If you don't want to die, please submit to my teachings."
"The evildoers of the Demonic Cult will be punished by everyone. You want me to stay with you and join in the evil deeds. It is a wishful thinking!" An "angry young man" from the Huashan Sect stood up and shouted loudly, not afraid of the powerful enemy.
Still young after all.
"We and the Demonic Cult are at odds with each other." Several more young disciples stood up and said righteously. (To be continued...)
