() The sword is like a thunderbolt, and its power is like lightning.
Liu Meng performed exceptionally well with this sword. With the help of the auxiliary training system, every movement was as simple and polished as possible. In addition, Liu Meng trained nearly 300 sword-drawing movements every day.
Meng can be proud to say that among the disciples of the Hengshan Sect, no one can match him in terms of sword speed!
Draw the sword, draw the sword, sheath the sword.
The attack was completed in one go, and the final sound of "No" from Cheng Shi was still echoing in the room. Liu Meng took a step back and completed the breathtaking stabbing action.
Looking at the tip of the sword, it was still a pool of autumn water with no blood on it. Liu Meng was extremely satisfied that he had defeated the enemy with one move. At that moment, the sword continued to point diagonally at the opponent, making a defensive counterattack of "Yan Bei Silent"
Moves, wait for the two masters to give orders again.
Cheng Shi, who was sitting on the left, saw that his junior brother Cheng Yue was crippled by a move. He couldn't help being shocked and angry. He stood up suddenly and shouted to Ding Yuanzhi, the leader of Songshan who was sitting opposite: "Master Ding! What do you mean?
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Ding Yuanzhi smiled coldly: "I would like to ask you, what is the meaning of threatening our distinguished guests with force in our Songshan Sect!?"
Cheng Shi was immediately stopped by the question, and realized that this was a strategic position within the other sect, but he was in the wrong. Just when he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, Cheng Yuan stretched out his hand to stop him. He had to sit down angrily, and looked at the two men of the Five Mountains Sword Sect across from him.
The leader, his eyes bursting with fire.
As worthy of being the head of the Zhike Courtyard, Cheng Yuan was much more agile in thinking. He ignored his junior brother’s thumb being cut off, stood up and saluted with one hand and said: “Amitabha, may I ask the two female benefactors, but they are the disciples of Senior Mu Sang’s Iron Sword Sect.
Disciple? I don’t know which master I learned from?”
Wang Qi was shocked by the violent attack just now. He had never seen such a direct and fast killing method. He was thinking undecided. When Cheng Yuan asked, he did not dare to hide his madness and answered seriously: "Musang
The Taoist Master is the master of both of us, our master is called Jiu Nan, and he is the current master of the Iron Sword Sect."
He is really a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect. No matter how deep his scheming is, Cheng Yuan's face is trembling.
Taoist Priest Mu Sang of the Iron Sword Sect is extremely prestigious, and he is a figure like Mount Tai and Beidou in the world. Although he has just passed away, he has close friends all over the world, and there are countless people who have been favored and supported by him. Especially today
Master Jiu Nan was not only highly skilled in martial arts and protective of others, she was also a princess of the former dynasty. In the hearts of many passionate Jianghu people, she represented the attire of the motherland!
No matter how powerful and tyrannical the Shaolin Temple is, it does not dare to offend a person of this origin and take the risk of being an enemy of the world!
Taking a deep breath, Cheng Yuan knew that the information was inaccurate, but he was kicked on the iron plate. The manpower coming from his side was not as strong as the opponent's, so he could not kill people and silence them. He could only make arrangements after reporting it to the abbot.
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Immediately he said secretly: "I didn't know that I was a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect before. I have offended many people, so I hope you can forgive me. There are many things that are strange about the sudden death of Master Jinghui's nephew in our temple. After the poor monk turned around, he decided to report it to the abbot for further detailed investigation."
After saying that, Cheng Yuan turned to Ding again, clasped his hands to the two masters, and said, "The poor monk has been rude and annoying the two masters. I will give you an explanation of this matter. Please forgive me."
After some conversation, Cheng Yuan also hinted that the matter of his junior brother being maimed was not over. Sooner or later, there would have to be an explanation. Then, together with Cheng Shi, he confessed, with a pale face, Cheng Yue and a few others.
The nephew of the master left the Zhongyue Temple directly.
As soon as everyone in the Shaolin Temple left, Ding Yuanzhi and Xiang Shoushan's faces immediately darkened. After each thinking for a while, they looked at each other and shook their heads, showing that they had the same idea. Ding Yuanzhi sighed and looked up at the roof.
, the reluctance to give up is beyond words.
Seeing this, Xiang Shoushan comforted him and said: "Junior Brother Ding, as the old saying goes, 'a blessing in disguise', our Wuyue Sword Sect doesn't want to cause trouble, we just want to pass it on safely, but in the past few decades, what kind of things have we been able to avoid?
Since ancient times, good and bad times have been intertwined, so leaving is not a bad thing."
Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Ding Yuanzhi said: "It's not that I'm afraid of trouble, it's really hard to leave my homeland." He sighed and added: "It's okay, we can take this opportunity to go to Mount Tai to meet each other, so that we don't have to hesitate about what to make.
." As he said that, he remembered that he had been tolerant for many years, but was finally forced to this point. He felt an unbearable resentment in his heart, and he couldn't help saying fiercely: "The soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it. Even if it has three heads and six arms in Shaolin, so what! My Five Sacred Swords
Pai has tolerated enough!"
Since he had completely fallen out with the Shaolin Temple just now, and if he continues to guard the Zhongyue Temple, the future of the Songshan Sect will definitely be gloomy given the overwhelming power of the Shaolin Temple. Taking this opportunity to chat for a few words, Ding Yuanzhi has made up his mind to fight with everyone in the Hengshan Sect.
Together, they headed to Mount Tai to discuss the plan to revive the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
The most taboo thing in the world is procrastination. If you decide to leave, you must make preparations now. There is a saying in the art of war: soldiers are valuable and quick. How could Ding Yuanzhi not understand.
But what to do with the two distinguished guests of the Iron Sword Sect? If she is allowed to travel alone, then if the Shaolin Temple has malicious intentions, there is no guarantee that it will not do it secretly. So I asked Wang Qi and A Ke to go to Taiyuan to meet Master Jiu Di
After the masters and teachers gathered together, Ding Yuanzhi and Xiang Shoushan discussed it and decided to send a few disciples to escort them, and took the opportunity to explain the dirty behavior of the Shaolin Temple. When they formally meet with the Shaolin Temple, they will have one more disciple.
Strong help.
Only two disciples were selected for the escort. No matter in terms of skill, experience or agility, He Buwei, the great disciple of the Hengshan Sect, was naturally one of them. As for the other one, Ding Yuanzhi hesitated for a long time before looking at him.
Liu Meng stood by the side.
The girl's thoughts were the most strange. Akko gently pulled the corner of her senior sister's clothes. Wang Qi looked at her shy look and understood in her heart. With a playful attitude, she immediately interjected and thanked: "Thanks to the Prime Minister of the Five Mountains Sword Sect for this time.
My sisters and I are very grateful to protect him from being framed by the evil monk. As for the escort, Master Nephew Liu has good skills and character, so why not give him a hard time."
Xiang Shoushan and Ding Yuanzhi had not left home for the past few days, but they did not know about the ambiguous affair between Liu Meng and the beautiful young master uncle of Tiejianmen. Although Hu Yuanlin was aware of it, he did not want to make it public. So he asked Shoushan for a while.
After thinking about it, he nodded in agreement and asked the boss, He Buwei, to take Xiaoliu and Liu Meng to escort the two distinguished guests from the Iron Sword Sect to Taiyuan.
They left as soon as they said they were going. That afternoon, a few people simply packed up. Anyway, the luggage and packages were all ready-made, and the Hengshan faction also brought many horses. At that moment, each person had a strong horse, plenty of water and dry food, and headed straight to Dengfeng City.
, and then follow the main road to the north, preparing to cross the river through Zhengzhou, and then detour around Jincheng.
This kind of route was planned by Ding Yuanzhi himself. The result was that the light and fast horses traveled smoothly. Even if the Shaolin Temple found out and wanted to catch up, it would be too late. Once they crossed the Yellow River, they turned west. Thousands of roads lead to Taiyuan, no matter what the bald men
No matter how hard you think about it, you can't even imagine where the end point is.
As for the Zhongyue Temple, preparations were made overnight. In the morning of the next day, except for some outer Taoist priests who were left to guard the temple, all the disciples of the Songshan and Hengshan sects would go straight to the east, leave and rush to Heze, rushing to Shandong.
