Xie Xun, who returned from overseas and stirred up disputes in the world, appeared here. He Taichong, the head of Kunlun, one of the six righteous sects, and his wife appeared here with their elite disciples. Yin Tianzheng and his son appeared here with all the senior leaders of the sect.
here.
However, as the masters of the Kunlun Sect disappeared, the Mingjiao gained a complete victory, but this great excitement still did not come to an end.
Above the official road, two figures appeared, slowly approaching.
The two figures walked away at a leisurely pace, but among the Ming Cult masters present, no one dared to be careless. They all stared at the two of them intently.
Just because the ordinary shout just now was as if someone was speaking in their ears, and the words were clearly audible. Anyone who can do this is undoubtedly a master.
Moreover, those who dare to show off like this in front of the masters of their Ming Cult must be evil!
The visitors were getting closer and closer, and everyone in the Ming Cult gradually saw their appearance clearly.
But there are two figures, a man and a woman. The woman is wearing a red dress. She is tall, has delicate eyebrows, and is as beautiful as fire. She is a top-notch beauty in the world.
However, no one present set their sights on this stunning woman, even if they were all the best heroic men in the world, and even if they recognized the identity of this woman.
These people looked solemn and stared at the other man intently, with a look of awe on their faces.
He was a Taoist in green shirt, with a long beard and a slovenly appearance. His eyes were desolate and tired, as if he had seen through the mortal world and the world. His whole body was filled with indescribable vicissitudes and fatigue.
But no one dares to underestimate this Taoist.
Everyone in Mingjiao knew that Tang Jiuer was rescued by a Taoist. This Taoist was the famous sword god Mo Li in the past. Although he had been missing for three years, as soon as he appeared in the world, he frightened the Sword King in White.
After withdrawing from the world, his martial arts skills are so high that they are even more difficult to fathom than they were back then.
Although they had never seen that scene with their own eyes, nor had they seen the Taoist with their own eyes, they knew that the Taoist had always been with Tang Jiuer.
The girl in the red dress is Tang Jiu'er, a stunning chivalrous woman known as the twin sisters of Shu, so the identity of the Taoist around her is self-evident.
Sword God Mo Li was recognized as a swordsman genius in the world in the past. In today's martial arts world, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best swordsman in the world.
With such a person coming here at this moment, how can everyone in the Mingjiao not be as good as facing a powerful enemy?!
Tang Jiuer looked at a bunch of people in the distance looking at this place, feeling an inexplicable pressure in his heart.
Although those people were motionless and did not show any martial arts, the closer they got, the more fear and threat she felt in her heart, until she almost suffocated!
As if she had broken into the territory of a wild giant beast, the warrior's intuition told her that these people were very dangerous.
However, she glanced at the green-robed Taoist beside her, and her heart suddenly became calmer. With this person here, the world is so big, no matter how dangerous it is, she can go to the dragon's pond and tiger's den!
When they came closer, the two of them stood still. Tang Jiuer carefully looked at everyone present with his beautiful eyes, and his mood suddenly became panicked!
White robes and flame marks are exactly the standard attire of Mingjiao disciples!
Among them, the middle-aged man holding a folding fan was none other than King Yin Ye, the Young Master of the Ming Cult whom she and Fang Qiushan had met by chance when they were looking for news!
This is one of the most famous big devils in the world, and his status in the martial arts world is even higher than that of the leader of the Zhengdao sect. But now, such a person is standing beside another person.
This person stands at the top, with eyebrows as pure as snow and eyes as sharp as eagles. Although he is an old man, the oppressive aura exuding from his whole body is almost suffocating. It is the majestic aura of someone who has been in power for a long time!
Everyone in the Ming Cult could make King Yin Ye willing to stand behind him, and at such an age, apart from Yin Tianzheng, the contemporary leader of the Ming Cult, he no longer thought of anyone else.
White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng!
When he thought of this name, Tang Jiuer felt inexplicable fear and panic in his heart. This was the number one demon in the world. He commanded the entire demon sect. Not only was he huge in power, but his martial arts skills were also unfathomably brilliant!
Even the entire Tangjia Fort, even her ancestors, would be vulnerable to such a big demon. As long as they thought about it, they could easily destroy Tangjia Fort!
Jianghu, this is Jianghu!
Tang Jiu'er thought of this, but couldn't help but look at Li Moli on the side, feeling unspeakably excited.
During the two days following Li Qiye, she saw another world, one of those first-class masters that she was unable to resist and could only rely on sharp hidden weapons to defend herself. However, they were like chickens and dogs, not in front of Master Ziwu, but not in front of the Sword God.
, the world of fleeing.
This is a place where the leader of the Demon Cult, the top figure in the world's martial arts world, must calm down and look solemn!
But in front of these people and forces, whether it was the Qinggong hidden weapon that she was proud of or the Tangjiabao that few people dared to provoke, they were nothing.
I wonder when one day I will be able to do this?
Tang Jiuer thought about it crazily.
Although Xie Xun's hearing was amazing, he could not determine the identity of the visitor. He heard the heavy breathing of all the Mingjiao masters present, as if they had a terrible enemy. He subconsciously frowned and asked: "Brother Yin, who is here, the Shaolin sect or the Shaolin sect?"
A master of the Emei sect?"
It’s no wonder that he thinks so. In the current martial arts world, there are only a few well-known and decent sects who dare to be enemies of the Mingjiao. And those who can make the Mingjiao treat them seriously, excluding the Wudang sect who obviously don’t care about this matter, are also
There are only Shaolin and Emei.
Yin Tianzheng did not answer, but stared at the green-robed Taoist with a pair of sharp sword-like eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Unexpectedly, you are not dead. However, in these years, our Mingjiao asked ourselves that we have never been in trouble with you, but you stopped us.
What do you want to do here?"
Asking myself that I have never been in trouble with you clearly exposes the weakness of this demon sect leader.
With the power of the Ming Cult, killing people is like drinking water, do we still need to ask ourselves, do we still need to not make things difficult for others?!
Xie Xun had lived for most of his life, but he had never heard such submissive words from his old friend. For a moment, he was extremely frightened, and thousands of thoughts emerged, guessing the identity of the person in front of him.
Could it be that the living Buddha Pasiba, who is recognized as the number one master in the world, is not successful?!
But what the person who came just now read was a Taoist call. There is a hidden true immortal in the Taoist sect?!
However, Mo Li did not pay any attention to the White-browed Eagle King. He just looked at the burly man with blond hair and a broadsword in the field, and he couldn't help but feel a little ripple in his heart.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
He stretched out his hand and bowed, and said in a gentle tone: "Thank you, donor. I haven't seen you for fifteen years. Have you ever been in good health?"
No see for fifteen years?
Tang Jiuer's little mind fell into confusion for a while. Fifteen years ago, it seemed that the sword god Mo Li was just a five or six-year-old baby. Then he would become enemies with others?
But what is the identity of this man named Xie that makes the mighty swordsman still miss him to this day?
As she was thinking this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the big knife in the big man's hand and his blind eyes. An idea flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but take a breath!
The dragon-slaying knife, the blond blind man, isn't this the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun, the former Mingjiao Dharma King who has caused a stir in the world recently?!
No wonder, no wonder all the masters of the Demon Cult gathered in Chang'an, no wonder Master Ziwu also went straight to Chang'an, obviously coming for the Dragon Slaying Sword!
I'm afraid there will be a bloody storm here today!
"Who is the Taoist Priest?"
Xie Xun's face was full of doubts, but he grabbed the dragon-slaying knife vigilantly and asked in a cold voice: "Although Xie committed many major crimes back then, he never killed anyone in the Taoist sect. The Taoist priest also slaughtered people for Xie."
Is the Dragon Blade here?"
Mo Li looked like a dead tree, and said calmly: "Hanyang Mo Mansion, the Seven Heroes of Wudang."
As soon as this horoscope came out, everyone present was confused, except for Xie Xun and Zhang Wuji, whose expressions changed slightly.
A trace of nostalgia appeared on Xie Xun's face. Although the events of more than ten years were far away, and he had killed countless people in his life, the child he encountered in Hanyang and the Seven Heroes he encountered made him no matter what.
It's unforgettable no matter what.
At that time, he was full of hatred, relied on his superb martial arts, and committed many murders. Although he met masters from various sects from time to time, even master Kong Jian of Shaolin Temple could not stop him, and everything he did was unfavorable.
However, in Hanyang Mo Mansion, I met the boy who was only five or six years old, but he was deceived by him with the news about Cheng Kun. Then he encountered three of the Seven Heroes of Wudang who joined forces, and he had no choice but to retreat after being struck by three swords.
"So, are you the same child as before?"
Xie Xun asked thoughtfully: "Are you here to seek revenge on Xie?"
"yes."
Mo Li nodded slightly and uttered a word. At this moment, his lifeless aura fluctuated slightly, like ripples in a pool of stagnant water.
Tang Jiuer felt the changes in the auras of the people around him, and couldn't help but secretly smacked his lips. It turned out that with Master Ziwu's reputation and status, he had encountered such a great hardship as a child, and had a grudge against the Golden Retriever Lion King!
So he came to Chang'an not for the dragon-slaying knife, but to take the life of the Golden Retriever Lion King!
Zhang Wuji looked at the familiar facial features hidden under the messy beard, and his whole body trembled slightly. He shouted in a complicated tone: "Senior Brother Mo!"
From the very beginning, he recognized Mo Li's identity.
He felt grateful and admired for this senior brother Mo who had helped him get rid of the cold poison since he was a child and went to the northwest to search for the Nine Yang Manual.
The reason why he went down the mountain to travel around the world at such a young age was that not only had his martial arts reached the level of a master, but he also had some intention of looking for this senior brother.
Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Mo, who had not been found for three years, would appear here and meet his adoptive father Xie Xun.
He knew the two had a grudge.
Most people on Wudang Mountain know about Mo Li's life experience.
So from the beginning, he was hesitating in his mind whether to go forward and recognize her.
Tang Jiuer saw Mo Li, who had always looked miserable and calm, and there was a touch of softness in his dead eyes at this moment.
He said: "You are very good, you have grown up."
Have you grown up...
Zhang Wuji felt sour for no reason.
The heroic figure in his mind, tall and tall in blue shirt holding a sword, gradually merged with the Taoist with a withered face and a lifeless breath in front of him.
Senior Brother Mo... How much hardship did Senior Brother Mo have to endure to go from being such a high-spirited young swordsman to such a situation?
Thinking of the scenes on Wudang Mountain and how kind he was to him, Zhang Wuji felt like crying.
He wanted to go forward and hug the Taoist, but he never took action.
Standing here today, in addition to Wudang disciple Zhang Wuji, also has another identity, that is, the adopted son of the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun!
At this moment, he is not only the beloved junior brother of the Sword God Mo Li, but also the close relative of the opponent’s biggest enemy!
He really didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he could only stand there and look at Mo Li with a complicated expression.
Fortunately, his senior brother did not make things difficult for him.
I only heard Mo Li whispering: "Junior brother, this matter has nothing to do with you. You two just don't want to help."
"That's right. If you don't want to help me, Wuji, just look at it!"
Xie Xun smiled boldly and said: "I never thought that a blind man like Xie would one day have the opportunity to appreciate the grace of the Wudang Sword God!"
"Let Xie have a look at how amazing Yang Xiao's sword is!"
When he said the last word, his voice suddenly became louder, almost like a lion's roar, and the dragon-slaying sword in his palm seemed to feel the master's thoughts, and it also buzzed.
The power of the golden-haired lion king is clearly displayed at this moment. Even when facing the world-famous sword god, he has no fear!
Is it because he doesn't know Mo Li's reputation? How is that possible?
Although he has only just arrived in the Central Plains, as the most outstanding genius in the world in the past century, how could Xie Xun not have heard of him?
But he never thought that such a sword god turned out to be the little kid who escaped from his hands!
Due to some kind of psychology, Zhang Wuji never told Xie Xun about this matter.
But, can you really say that you won’t help if you don’t want to help?
Zhang Wuji thought of the achievements of his senior brother, and of the many masters who died tragically under his sword. Which one was not extraordinary in martial arts, and which one was not famous?!
Although my adoptive father has magic weapons at his disposal, when it comes to martial arts, he may not be as good as the many masters who are under the sword of Senior Brother Mo. If the two really don't help each other, I'm afraid it will definitely be him!
As soon as he thought about this, he bit the bullet and begged: "Brother Mo, Wuji, please, please spare my adoptive father's life because he is blind and old..."
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"Wuji!"
Xie Xun's expression changed, and he scolded sternly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Go aside, this matter has nothing to do with you!"
"But foster father, I can't just watch you die!"
Zhang Wuji looked at Mo Li pleadingly and said again: "Please, Brother Mo, please spare the life of my adoptive father. He is already old and will not live a good life for a few days. I guarantee that he will
From now on, I will withdraw from the martial arts world and never ask about martial arts affairs again!"
Faced with the Wudang hero's pleading, Li Li remained silent.
There was silence for a long time.
Tang Jiuer saw that the green-robed Taoist in front of him slowly but firmly shook his head and said: