Chapter 672: The Back Mountain of Wudang Gathers the Powerful
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But facing this sharp sword, these powerful supreme Buddha lights were useless at all.
Tang Linglong's sword has already obtained the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Taixuan, and it is so wonderful.
This sword was like an antelope hanging its horns and white horse passing by, and at an extremely subtle angle, it penetrated through the many defenses, pierced through the monk's protective energy, and then pierced through his chest with a sword.
A blood arrow spurted out from the vulgar monk's chest.
The monk fell to the ground on his back, and died in a blink of an eye, which shocked the others to retreat one after another.
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After Tang Linglong hit a blow, she immediately retreated more than ten meters, carried the blood-dropping sword and shouted coldly: "Who dares to offend, this is the end!"
"Witch, dare to hurt my love... I love my disciple, I will never stop you!"
Seeing this, Monk Wuchen couldn't help but feel angry, his steel teeth were shattered, and his murderous aura rose.
The dead disciple was actually the son he gave birth to after practicing joyful meditation with a nun.
Over the years, he brought him by his side in the name of his disciples and loved him very much.
But now he was killed by Tang Linglong with a sword and died on the spot. How could he bear it?
"Witch, kill my disciple of the Nine-Level Tower. Today, I will take your life too!"
Boom!
An old man actually rushed into the courtyard from outside the door with great strides.
Beside him was a colorful tiger more than three meters long, with white eyes and bloody mouths.
Seeing this, everyone was shocked and retreated one after another to make way for a path.
The old man was wearing a long blue cloth gown, but his shape was powerful and his breath was as deep as an abyss or a sea. He obviously had a strong cultivation level.
"The Lord of the Nine-Level Tower Sect Gong Yile!"
"It turned out to be him! According to legend, during the Republic of China, he was the close comrade-in-arms of the great traitor Wang Jingwei!"
"Don't talk nonsense! This person is amazing. He had the cultivation level of the Divine Realm during the Republic of China, and now he may have entered the peak of the Divine Realm!"
"That's right, did you see the old man behind him? That's his disciple, Wan Qili, the leader of the Bamboo League Gang of the No. 1 Gang of Baodao Province!"
"Like Ng'an Club, Hong Kong Island, and Liansheng, the leader of the number gang are all disciples of the Nine-Level Tower!"
Seeing this, someone exclaimed and moved.
During the Republic of China, the Nine-Level Tower was a trump card special organization of the Wang Puppet Government. It was joined by the supporters of the founding father Sun Yat-sen, the Blue-Yi Society and the Qing Gang led by Prince Chiang, and was extremely powerful.
However, with the defeat of the Wang puppet government and the rise of Ye Tianren, they swept across China, and the Nine-Level Tower was defeated, and Gong Yile left China sadly.
For more than ten years, Gong Yile and the Nine-Level Tower traveled to France, Britain and other places, living in the cracks and surviving.
It was not until the 1970s when Chiang Kai-shek passed away and the atmosphere in Baodao Province was slackening, that they took root in Baodao Province.
After decades of hard work, the Nine-Level Tower has grown and risen again.
Secretly formed and supported powerful associations such as the Bamboo Alliance Gang, the Four Sea Gang, and the Number Gang, and tens of thousands of disciples in Baodao, Macau, Hong Kong Island, and the Nine-Central Tower.
They play with black gold politics, can control parliament, elections, and the distance and height of the temple, and Gong Yile controls it with one hand.
In Baodao Province, Hong Kong Island, and Macau Special Administrative Region, Gong Yile is a terrible existence with one word and one hand covering the sky. In the international Chinese circle, it is comparable to the Chinese in Sin Chew.
Even those who are rich and powerful as a country, who are rich and powerful, who are highly respectful and have great disciples when they see him, they will be respectful and respectful to their disciples.
"The witch is killed!"
Gong Yile walked swaying, bounced his fingers, and a blue light condensed into a short knife, and Tang Linglong shot it, as fast as lightning.
"Clang!"
Tang Linglong was not polite about this. With a wave of his long sword, a sword curtain composed of sword light came out continuously.
Bang!
The short sword of the green light collided with the sword curtain and shattered together. Tang Linglong was shocked and bleeded in her mouth, and she took a few steps back.
"I am worthy of being Jiang Taichu's disciple, but I can actually catch the Qi sword condensed by 10% of my cultivation!"
A look of admiration appeared on Gong Yile's face.
Although he caught the knife, Tang Linglong was not feeling well. He was already shocked to crack his mouth and blood was flowing.
But she was very tough, she didn't lose the team, and she said in a humble and arrogant manner:
"Gong Yile, I didn't kill your disciple, don't swear at others!"
"If you dare to touch me with a finger, my master will not let you go! He will destroy the mountain gate of your Nine-Level Tower! My master is a half-step human immortal. Killing you is like killing a native chicken, grass and dog!"
"Damn girl, you still dare to be stubborn when you die. Do you know that your master will not come at all!"
Surrounded by many outer disciples, Lin Menghan walked into the courtyard with great strides and sneered proudly:
"Your grandpa is already in my hands! Why don't you give up your sword and give up and surrender!"
"Lin Menghan, do you want to have a good face when you attack an 80-year-old man?"
Tang Linglong's face changed wildly, and she saw Tang Guozhu being held hostage by two Wudang disciples and put his sword on his neck.
What made her even more sad was that the master didn’t come. Did she have no place in the master’s heart?
But then I thought about it.
If the master came, he might not be able to withstand so many immortals, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmph, your master destroyed the Nie family and other three Jinling masters. I went to investigate, but was suppressed by his power. Isn't it a waste of the weak!"
Lin Menghan said with great hatred:
"Now, I am the slaughter and you are the meat! You'd better recognize the reality!"
Her extremely plump breasts caused many male disciples to stare at the eyes of a wide range and said arrogantly:
"Tang Linglong, you abandon the sword immediately and admit defeat, otherwise I will kill your grandfather!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a Wudang disciple who escorted Tang Guozhu a long sword, and Tang Guozhu's neck immediately flowed with blood.
"You are mean, you are shameless!"
Tang Linglong had a huge hatred.
But in desperation, she could only throw her sword to the ground.
"Linglong, run away quickly and don't worry about me!"
When Tang Guozhu saw this, he was shocked.
"Grandpa, I can't run! I ran away, what should you do?"
Tang Linglong said in tears.
Several Wudang disciples immediately stepped forward and tied them up with handcuffs and ropes covered with Taoist patterns.
"Despicable and shameless? So what? Just kill Jiang Taichu, that's enough!"
Seeing this scene, Lin Menghan was proud and mocked with disdain:
"In addition, I'm grateful to you for killing several people in a row. In fact, many forces are not bound to be enemies of Jiang Taichu. But if you kill them, they may have to kill Jiang Taichu!"
"I didn't kill anyone from beginning to end!"
Tang Linglong said angrily:
"Despicable and shameless people, if you want to kill me, then kill me. There is no need to find so many open reasons! Give your face!"
"Kill you, what's the point of killing you? Our target is Jiang Taichu!"
Lin Menghan hugged the sword with her arms, smiled proudly, and said proudly:
"This time, the head of the Wudang Sect competition said he wanted to spread it to you, so in order to attract Jiang Taichu to come, he would tear him to pieces!"
"But I didn't expect that this guy was very cunning and actually became a turtle with his head. But is it enough if he didn't come? If he didn't come, we would kill you one hand and one foot a day until he came to Wudang!"
"And then, he will be surrounded by heavy siege, and the god-level immortals will come out together, kill him without leaving any armor!"
"What? I do things and do it one by one. Just kill me, don't harm my master!"
Tang Linglong's face changed and she felt desperate.
Unexpectedly, the other party had long noticed everything, and the layout was so profound and vicious.
It is said that the master's current cultivation level has reached a half-step human immortal.
However, there are many powerful people such as Wuchen Master of Vajra Temple, Chen Anping, Wudang Master, Gong Yile, and the Nine-Level Tower, who are even more divine and half-step human immortals. If the master comes, he may not be able to take advantage.
"Go on!"
Lin Menghan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. With a wave of his hand, several disciples escorted Tang Linglong to the dungeon of the back mountain.
At this moment, suddenly, an angry shout rang out: "Stop! How dare you offend Jiang Taichu's disciple?"
I saw a young man in blue clothes coming out of the crowd, shouting like divine thunder, which made everyone's eardrums roar and dizzy.
Behind him was a middle-aged man who looked very ordinary, with a expressionless face, not showing any sign of mountains or showing off.
This is Jiang Tian who turned into the image of Xiao Wei, but most people naturally would not notice him.
"Who is this person?"
Many people stared at Zhang Qianlei and exclaimed.
"You, aren't you Tang Guozhu's guard? Why are you a martial arts master?" Lin Menghan couldn't believe it.
"It turns out it was Zhang Qianlei, the Heavenly Master of the Republic of China! An old friend came here, I am missing the welcome!"
Seeing this, Gong Yile was slightly moved and clasped his fists.
This person's hair is as black as a waterfall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his weapons are majestic and domineering. Who is not Zhang Qianlei?
"What? He is Zhang Qianlei!" Lin Menghan's face changed wildly.
The Tianshi Sect of Longhu Mountain was originally a semi-hidden sect, but was suppressed because of his former Tianshi of Duke Jiang, and the sect inheritance was almost cut off. Now it has become a scenic spot.
But in the Republic of China, Zhang Qianlei was a person as famous as Chen Anping. How could she not be surprised?
"Old Gong, you and Wang Jingwei are both traitors, don't get close to Master Dao!"
Zhang Qianlei smiled disdainfully:
"Hurry up and let the person go. Otherwise we will flatten the back mountain of Wudang!"
"Chen Guzi rotten sesame seeds, don't mention them again!"
When Gong Yile heard this, his old face turned red and he was embarrassed and angry.
Then his eyes turned cold and he asked in a deep voice: "Brother Lei, do you really want to stand up for Jiang Taichu today?"
"So what?" Zhang Qianlei faced tit-for-tat.
Master Wuchen snorted coldly:
"Zhang Qianlei! Haven't you lost to Jiang Taichu? Why do you have to talk for him and be his lackey? "
"Old Jiang and I cherish the hero, but after a tie, we shook hands and made peace. We are brothers, you know what the bald donkey is!"
Zhang Qianlei cursed, then raised his hand and pointed at Lin Menghan and said, "Stupid girl, why don't you let anyone go!"
Lin Menghan was originally afraid of Zhang Qianlei.
But she thought that at this time, Zhang Qianlei dared to touch her finger in the Wudang Dojo, with so many heads, brothers and allies present?
"You are nothing, and you dare to order me! I won't let you go, so what can you do!"
Princess Lin Menghan had a temper erupted. She raised her undulating chest, raised her white chin, and snorted proudly.
"I have tolerated you for a long time with big breasts and brainless dogs!"
Zhang Qianlei glared like a ferocious spirit, raised his hand and a thunderous lightning flashed towards Lin Menghan.