As they ran, they saw Wudang disciples on the mountain running down one after another wearing Taoist robes.
"An earthquake? Really an earthquake?!"
The tourists exclaimed one after another. The power of rumors is very powerful. In addition, the Wudang disciples refused to reveal even a single word, and some of them were injured and some were dripping with blood. This was obviously a sign of an earthquake. As a result, the entire Wudang Mountain was in chaos.
After a pot of porridge, thousands of tourists quickly ran down the mountain. They had no idea what happened on the top of the mountain. As the rumors spread, everyone thought there was an earthquake on the top of the mountain, so everyone ran as fast as they could.
If an earthquake occurs on this mountain, once the mountain collapses, it will be over. All the roads in Wudang Mountain are built along the cliffs. If there is an earthquake, the first people to be unlucky will probably be the people on these mountain roads.
Wudang Zhengde Hall was destroyed, as well as the remaining small halls. Chen Xiao did not intend to let go of the remaining halls. He smiled coldly, and when he was about to destroy it, a loud voice came from the mountain: "Who destroyed it?"
I have a thousand-year foundation in Wudang!"
"There's another good show!" The head of the Maoshan clan was shocked and said: "Chen Xiao destroyed the Zhengde Palace and alarmed the old monsters hiding in Wudang deep in the mountains!"
"Sure enough, Master once said that every sect has its past." The monk looked curiously at the source of the sound not far away, and continued: "The masters of some sects are so busy practicing that they have been lurking for hundreds of years.
In the deep mountains of the sect. Wudang, Emei
, Kunlun... there are many masters with very powerful cultivations hidden there. Didn’t Taoist Master Wuxu just say that? There are many Wudang masters hidden in the deep mountains. Their cultivations are very strong, and they are the Wudang masters.
The real patron saint, I think Chen Xiao is going to be in trouble!"
"I don't think so!" The female leader of Kunlun shook her head and said: "With Chen Xiao's ability, who can do anything to him? What's more, even if Chen Xiao can't beat him, can't he still run away?"
"Let's wait and see!" The monk clasped his hands together.
After a while, a silver-haired old man floated out from the clouds and mist in the mountains. The old man was wearing a gray monk's robe, with his hair standing up, his hands behind his back, a long beard, and high cheekbones, giving him a rather handsome appearance.
The smell of immortality and chivalrous bones. People who didn’t know better thought that an old immortal appeared somewhere. Chen Xiao looked at the other party, and from
Judging from the opponent's appearance, his strength should be around the early stage of the third level, and he can be regarded as an old guy. There are really not many people who can cultivate to the third level. Chang Tian is one, this guy is also one, and Taoist Master Wuxu can barely be counted as one, but
However, this guy was unlucky. At that time, he was beaten back to the second level by Chen Xiao, who was only at the third level.
So far, this matter has been widely circulated in the monk community. Many people believe that Chen Xiao is miraculous, but some people don't believe it. After all, the difference in strength is too great, and it is simply nonsense. However, those who believe it still firmly believe that,
People who don't believe may not believe it even if they kill him. That's how strange things are.
"Who is this guy?" The woman from the Kunlun Sect looked at the old man in confusion.
"Hehe, the old immortal of Wudang is finally willing to come out!" The leader of the Maoshan clan grinned: "I guess he can't sit down any longer. Humph, if he doesn't come out again, I'm afraid this Wudang will really be burned to the ground. But.
This Chen Xiao is really a bloody person. During the battle with the Demon Sect, everyone was
Some people saw how powerful he was. They thought he was dead at first, but they didn't expect that it would be nearly two years before he reappeared. However, who knew that in less than two years, Chen Xiao had already broken through the second level?
Good realm. Well, when I think about it, it’s just like a myth.”
"Chen Xiao is an unlimited person!" the monk said lightly.
"Just wait and see what happens!" The woman from the Kunlun Sect frowned.
Chen Xiao stood above the ruins of Wudang Zhengde Hall, carrying Yang Yingying's body on his back. Chen Xiao was in a heavy heart. He could be said to be an angry tiger. Anyone who dared to touch its butt would be bitten wildly by it.
The old man who suddenly appeared saw Wudang being destroyed like this. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "My son, which sect are you from? How dare you attack me, Wudang?"
"Huh, Wudang?" Chen Xiao sneered: "From today on, there will be no Wudang sect in this world!"
"Unbridled!" The old man stamped his foot, and the dark sword on his back immediately flew out of the scabbard. He held the sword and immediately rushed towards Chen Xiao. Chen Xiao was carrying Yang Yingying on his back, and he couldn't let go.
, he quickly grasped
He dealt with the half-broken sword carefully. The opponent was very strong, and he would be injured if he was not careful. Chen Xiao basically focused on dodging, dodging carefully while guarding against the opponent's sudden and accelerated attack.
When the old man saw that Chen Xiao was handling the situation with ease, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "You actually broke through the second-level realm?"
"Humph, what's the second grade?" Chen Xiao sneered: "Give me another year, and I will surpass you!"
"What an arrogant boy!" The old man glared at Chen Xiao and said, "I have lived a hundred and fifty years and have never seen such an arrogant young man like you. Today you killed my Wudang disciples and destroyed my Wudang foundation. Today
If I don't kill you, how can I be worthy of the ancestors who died in Wudang?"
As he spoke, the old man became furious, muttering words, and stabbed Chen Xiao crazily with the sword in his hand. After all, the old man's strength was third level, and there was a huge gap between Chen Xiao's second level strength and him. Even though it was only one level difference, the old man was furious.
, however, there is a big gap in strength. Chen Xiao did not dare to withstand the old man's attack, so he could only dodge left and right and deal with it carefully. However, the old man suddenly became serious, and Chen Xiao's pressure suddenly increased.
Much bigger.
After all, third-level strength is third-level strength, and the energy that exploded was unbearable for Chen Xiao. Moreover, the huge energy squeezed Chen Xiao's retreat. I don't know where the old man learned the swordsmanship from, and he was like this.
Sharp, and every sword flower made Chen Xiao feel that there was no way out.
"Chen Xiao seems to be in trouble?!" The guy from the Maoshan tribe couldn't stand anymore. He saw that Chen Xiao was about to be killed by the old man. If he didn't hurry up, he might lose those precious things on Chen Xiao's body.
He has no part to play. The reason why he has been watching here is not only because he wants to witness the destruction of Wudang, but also because he wants to carve up some treasures from Chen Xiao. This is the most important thing to him.
Purpose.
"Don't worry, Chen Xiao's little universe hasn't burned yet!" The woman said with a calm smile: "I find that Chen Xiao is like a guy full of energy, and every time he can burst out something unexpected!
"
"This kid is hiding deep!" the Shaolin monk sneered.
At this time, Chen Xiao was suddenly injured by the old man's sword light, and a cloud of blood mist exploded on his chest. As a result, Chen Xiao fell from the hall. If he followed the trajectory of his landing, Yang Yingying behind him would definitely suffer.
To the point of squeezing and falling. Chen Xiao endured the severe pain and twisted his body in mid-air. Finally, when he landed, Chen Xiao let himself be cushioned underneath and let Yang Yingying lie on top of her.
Chen Xiao stood up hurriedly and took Yang Yingying off her back. He turned to look at the three people standing not far away. The woman from the Kunlun Sect felt compassion, she sighed and said: "Chen Xiao,
Leave her to me!"
"Thank you!" Chen Xiao nodded. He stepped over and carefully handed Yang Yingying to her. He glanced at the woman gratefully and said, "Today's kindness will be repaid one day!"
The woman never thought about how Chen Xiao would repay her. She just saw Yang Yingying as pitiful. As Chen Xiao's woman, she was miserable but also happy. But before she had time to enjoy enough happiness, she was implicated and died because of Chen Xiao. So,
She had some pity. Little did she know that just because of her kind thoughts this time, she would save the Kunlun Sect in the future.
Losing Yang Yingying's restraint, Chen Xiao kicked off his legs, holding the magic whip tightly in his hand, and whipped the old man fiercely. He said angrily: "Old Wudang thief, I will kill anyone who blocks me today!"
"Good boy, come on!" The old man was obviously stronger than Chen Xiao, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not kill Chen Xiao. The old man was a little surprised. Chen Xiao seemed to have the attribute of wind.
He can suddenly change direction at the most critical moment, making it impossible for you to catch him, let alone kill him. The old man gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, what state have you reached?"
"Want to know?" Chen Xiao suddenly stood on the ruins of Wudang Zhengde Hall. He waved his hand and said, "I will let you see it today."
Chen Xiao raised his hands high. Suddenly, thunder and lightning were rampant in the sky. Several crazy thunder and lightning cut across the sky and hit the intact side halls of Wudang. Those few
The side hall collapsed in an instant, raising thousands of feet of dust, which covered the sky and the sun. When the old man saw this, he was furious: "You...you are a descendant of the Fantasy tribe, damn it, damn it!"
"Haha, so what about the Fantasy Clan?" Chen Xiao burst out laughing, gritted his teeth and said: "In this world, the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected. Whoever has a stronger fist has the right to speak. If we want to talk about insidiousness and despicableness, who can say that?
Can you compare to your Wudang? Secretly kidnapping and threatening, how shameless!"
"You bastard, how dare you slander our Wudang sect!" the old man was furious.
"Oh Amitabha!" The Shaolin monk stood up and said respectfully: "I, the Shaolin sect, can testify that what Chen Xiao said is absolutely true. This time, Wudang was really wrong."
"I, the Kunlun Faction, can also testify!" The Kunlun Faction will not give up the opportunity to suppress Wudang.
"I can also testify!" A member of the Maoshan tribe jumped out in a hurry. He grinned and said: "This time the Wudang Sect has really damaged everyone's style. Yangxu Dao had a bad idea and wanted to destroy the body and eliminate traces.
It's such a pity to kill such a beautiful girl. Oh, what a pity!"
