Shang Jidao has not yet thought of who is plotting against Huashan. He has made many friends in the world and has naturally offended many people. But who on earth would do this just to frame Huashan...
...He has no clue yet.
"Shang Jidao, your death has come!"
Hao Bansheng's voice came from behind him, and the sword energy that followed was fierce and urgent.
Shang Jidao turned around and blocked with his sword, using his strength to move back. Tianfeng was one step faster. His steps were extremely fast, his body was like a swift shadow, and his sword was like an illusion. The two of them exchanged more than ten swords, and they could only vaguely see a series of swords.
sparks flashed.
Shi Jiuning and Hao Bansheng drew their swords again, almost holding Shang Jidao on the left and right. Ye Ming's figure suddenly appeared in the air, and the iron sword in his hand fell straight down without any fancy.
Shang Jidao secretly said something bad, and hurriedly freed up one hand to hold the sword and point it upward. His surging internal strength amazed the three masters, and he was able to resist their joint attack like this.
But at this moment, the surrounding scene of flying flowers and rocks suddenly turned into a wave of sword flowers. Tianfeng came out from behind Shang Jidao with Muyu Sword, and forced a sword towards his empty back.
Got it!
Tianfeng's face was filled with joy, but he saw several merchants fighting to break his wrist at this moment. He withdrew his sword finger and actually grabbed Ye Ming's iron sword with his bare hands. The domineering sword energy immediately caused the skin of his left palm to rip open.
But he held on to the iron sword tightly and used his inner strength to drag Ye Ming from above to behind him, blocking him in front of Tianfeng's sword.
Shang Jidao's approach surprised Tianfeng for a moment, and he immediately made a decision in his mind. The Muyu Sword deflected half a centimeter, and he suddenly used ten successes. The phantom formation of the phantom blade hanging on the edge was instantly shattered, and the true energy condensed on the sword was
His anger surged, and a sword penetrated Ye Ming's body and pierced Shang Jidao's chest.
"puff!"
"cough!"
There were two painful sounds of the sword penetrating into the flesh. Ye Ming raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. The Muyu Sword penetrated his chest, and the fierce sword energy almost damaged his internal organs. Even if he didn't die, it would be difficult to practice martial arts again.
The Muyu Sword that penetrated Ye Ming also penetrated Shang Jidao's chest, but at the end when it was still a few minutes away from his heart pulse, he held it firmly with his hand and could not penetrate even half an inch further.
Shang Jidao let go of Ye Ming's iron sword and grabbed the Muyu Sword. The remaining sword energy on the iron sword also came back to bite him, but even at this time, he did not let go of his right hand to hold Shi Jiuning and Hao
The half-life sword, on the contrary, he even knocked the two people away with one breath.
Now it seems that in terms of martial arts cultivation alone, Shang Jidao may be the strongest among the five sects.
Shi Jiuning and Hao Bansheng took two steps back, but they were not anxious to add insult to injury. Instead, they looked at the seriously injured Ye Ming in shock.
"Senior Brother Ye..." Looking at Ye Ming who was pierced by the Muyu Sword, both of them had complicated looks. Hao Bansheng turned his gaze to Tianfeng in a vague way. The depth in his eyes was thought-provoking.
"Ahem! Senior Brother Tianfeng, what a good trick..."
Shang Jidao took two steps back, and blood came out of his chest. He frowned and tapped several acupuncture points on his chest, which temporarily stopped the injury, but he was unable to fight anymore. His feet softened and he knelt on the ground.
The long sword in his hand supported him from falling.
On the other side, Tianfeng's face was full of shock. He held the Mu Yu Sword that had penetrated Ye Ming and did not let go. His eyes were painful: "Junior Brother Ye, this is not what I want..."
Blood dripped from the corner of Ye Ming's mouth. He did not speak a word, but looked ferocious. He immediately abandoned the iron sword, held the extra half of the sword blade on his chest with both hands, and used his internal strength to force it out bit by bit.
"puff......"
When Mu Yujian completely exited his body, Ye Ming spat out a mouthful of blood again, and fell to the ground, coughing up blood from the corners of his mouth.
Shi Jiuning quickly went up to support him: "Senior Brother Ye, I will heal your injuries."
As he spoke, he supported Ye Ming to meditate, placing his palms on his back to inject vitality into him. Ye Ming's pale face barely gained some color.
The footsteps from behind gradually became denser, and a large number of Jianghu people rushed here. They were all shocked and inexplicable when they saw this ending where almost both sides suffered losses.
Who would have thought that in a four-on-one situation, Shang Jidao could forcefully replace one person.
As for whether Ye Ming's injury should be attributed to Shang Jidao or Tianfeng, neither Shi Jiuning nor Hao Bansheng seemed suitable to be this judge.
After Ye Ming stabilized his injury a little, he raised his head and glanced at Tianfeng, with a deep mockery in his eyes.
Tianfeng stood with his sword in hand, ignoring his eyes, bypassing him and placing the sword on Shang Jidao's neck: "Shang Jidao, what else do you have to say?"
"Ahem, hehe."
Shang Jidao chuckled lightly and did not answer. He had been mentally prepared for this defeat, and now that he was in this situation, he had nothing to blame.
Although in terms of martial arts alone, he may be the strongest among the leaders of the Five Sacred Sects, the terrible thing is that the remaining four are not much different from him.
Under this premise, he was fighting one against four, and the opponent would never give him a chance to use a move like the Thirteen Swords of Extermination. Besides—
Shang Jidao glanced at Tianfeng, with a meaningful look in his eyes. He could have fought with the opponent for a while, and even if he lost, he could drag one or two of them along with him. But now, except for Ye Ming, everyone else
Almost unscathed.
Moreover, Ye Ming's injuries were not entirely his fault. Tianfeng's fierceness showed him the Hengshan Sect's determination to unify the Five Mountains. This person... is indeed a suitable candidate.
In such a world, perhaps only a person with such a heart like him can lead the Five Mountains Sword Sect to go further.
This is not to say that people who are about to die are good at talking, but Shang Jidao has long guessed that he has seen all the heads of the Five Sacred Sects, and only Tianfeng has the means to rise to the top. Today only confirmed this idea
That's all.
"Senior Brother Tianfeng, do you think Huashan is guilty?" Shang Jidao raised his head and looked at Tianfeng.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at each other, Tianfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said solemnly: "If you are willing to commit suicide and apologize, I can let the unsuspecting disciples of Huashan go as appropriate."
"Senior brother is kind-hearted, haha...cough cough cough!"
Shang Jidao covered his mouth and nose, blood oozing from the gaps between his fingers. He no longer looked at Tianfeng, placed one hand lightly on the long sword, and turned to look at the Huashan Mountain Gate not far away.
As he expected, Tianfeng guessed that there was another hidden reason in this matter, but seeing the way he had sent Ye Ming on the road without mercy, Shang Jidao understood that the other party would never let Huashan escape unscathed.
At this time, I chose to admit all charges and commit suicide, and the other party gained fame and fortune, and weakened the Huashan sect. Only in this way could I let go of the sect behind him.
He lowered his head and stared at the sword that had been with him for many years, and there seemed to be an unwilling flame dancing in his eyes.
"How about it, have you thought about it?" Tianfeng's voice was as cold as winter, and the Muyu sword placed on Shang Jidao's neck had a faint murderous look.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.
The eyes of the people in the world quickly turned from strange to shocked. The thunderous sound of horse hooves resounded under the clear sky, and the earth seemed to be trembling.
One cavalry, two cavalry, ten cavalry, a hundred cavalry - the black wave roared in and submerged all the people in the rivers and lakes without any effort. Seeing the royal guards wearing flying fish uniforms and holding embroidered spring knives, everyone's hearts were filled with excitement. Lifted it up little by little.
Facing everyone's shocked gazes, three silver-robed Qianhu rode their horses forward. Yan Feng, who was walking in the middle, reined in the horse's rope, looked down at the Wuyue people, and said calmly: "Master Lu has an order, please ask Mr. Shang to come. A brief introduction to the Yamen."