"The people from Deity Sword Mountain Villa are in trouble. Let's go up the mountain quickly!"
The moment the signal flare was heard, the people from the righteous sects who had been lying in ambush at various hidden spots on Dragon Gate Mountain rushed out from the dense forest. They used their lightness skills and rushed to the top of the mountain.
At the south of Dragon Gate Mountain, there were four Taoist priests from Dragon Gate Mountain. They were Cangsong, Qixia, Cuizhu, and Qingfeng. Each of them held a horsetail whisk and carried a long sword as they rushed to the top of the mountain.
At the north of Dragon Gate Mountain was the young master of the Divine Fist Sect, Tie Ming. He led the four Great Protectors and the three Iron Spears of the Lei Clan in the northwest, Lei Zhen, Lei Jingang, and Lei Wenxiu.
On the west side of Dragon Gate Mountain, four people from Kunlun Sword Sect were ascending the mountain. Among them were the Three Swords of Kunlun, Zi Yang, Zi Ye, and Zi Guang. The leader was a swordsman in white. His name was Li Kunwu. He was young, but his expression was arrogant and cold. He held his sword in front of his chest, his shoulders did not move, and his legs did not bend.
At the east of Dragon Gate Mountain, nine black-robed men rushed out from the dense forest. They were Gongsun Li, the Vice Sect Master of the Nether Sect. He led the eight experts and ran along the mountain ridge.
"Why are all of you rushing up the mountain so quickly? Are you rushing to reincarnate? "
At the south of Dragon Gate Mountain, in a dense forest at the foot of the mountain, a young man in a Taoist robe sat casually on the ground. He leaned against a big tree and had a blade of grass in his mouth. He squinted his eyes and glanced at the dense forest in the distance.
That dense forest was where the four Taoist priests from Dragon Gate Mountain were hiding.
Although this young Daoist priest's appearance could be considered delicate and pretty, his expression and movements were extremely wretched. His pair of eyes shone brightly in the dim light of the night, blossoming with the slippery light of a commoner.
Other than being wretched and cunning, this young Taoist priest's biggest impression was that he was dirty!
His green Taoist robe had not been washed for a long time. It had long turned black and greasy. It glowed in the dark night.
His hair was very long, but it was messy. He casually tied it on top of his head and randomly inserted a wooden chopstick into it to make a Daoist bun.
On his right was a bulging black bag on the ground. It was unknown what was stuffed inside. On top of the bag was an unremarkable peach wood sword. This was all his belongings.
At this moment, this fellow who represented the dirty and messy image of the Taoist world was staring at the small forest in the distance. His face was full of disdain as he angrily expressed his dissatisfaction!
"Humph! We are all Daoist Priests. The Void Pierce Stage old Daoist of the Wudang Mountain is very powerful. It's fine if he doesn't want to bring me along! But how dare the four old Taoists of Longhu Mountain despise me? Is the Shangqing Sect of Mao Mountain so easy to bully?! "
"Stinky Daoists of Mount Longhu, just you wait. Sooner or later, I, Mo Wu Dao, will slaughter my way up to Mount Longhu and destroy your entire sect!"
This person was the only junior disciple of Mao Mountain's Shangqing Sect, Mo Wudao.
"Hmm … I might not be strong enough alone. I have to find a way to get some helpers …"
After venting his anger, Mo Wudao spat out the grass in his mouth and raised his right hand to his eyes. His thumb moved rapidly on the other four fingers as he muttered something.
Only when he was calculating with his fingers did a serious look appear in Mo Wu Dao's wretched eyes.
"That big senior from Deity Sword Villa who loves to show off is really dead …"
Then, he sighed and suddenly said, "What does it have to do with me whether they die or not?"
After that, Mo Wudao curled his lips and grabbed his bag and the unremarkable peach wood sword. He stood up slowly and looked up at the top of the mountain.
"Ling Yun, although I am indeed here to seek an explanation for my Uncle-Master Liu Deming and Uncle-Master Wuchen, I am just a fortune-teller. You must not kill me!"
"Hmm, I really just want an explanation … Let's discuss this properly, right?"
Mo Wudao repeatedly encouraged himself as he looked at the top of the mountain, but his feet were like two nails that refused to budge.
Mo Wudao stood in the same place and "discussed" with the non-existent Ling Yun for a long time. There were several times when he wanted to turn around and leave, but in the end, he braced himself and began to walk step by step towards the top of the mountain.
At this time, besides Mo Wudao from Mao Mountain, all the masters from the other sects had already rushed to the top of the mountain. Together with the two sects, Shaolin and Wudang, they forced Ling Yun and Qin Dongxue to the edge of the cliff and surrounded them in a fan-shaped formation!
Among the eight sects, there were six from Shaolin, seven from Wudang, four from Kunlun Sword Sect, four from Dragon Tiger Mountain, five from Divine Fist Sect, three from Northwest Iron Spear Lei Family, nine from Hades Sect, and four from Deity Sword Villa!
In addition to Mo Wudao, who was slowly climbing the mountain from the foot of the mountain, there were a total of forty-three masters from the nine sects besieging Ling Yun!
Qin Dongxue was already standing side by side with Ling Yun. She watched as the masters from the righteous sects shot out from the darkness and watched as the encirclement became denser and denser. Her beautiful face had already turned pale!
Especially when she saw the four great disciples of the Divine Sword Villa return. Their faces were filled with malice, and their eyes were filled with hatred as they stared at her. Her heart instantly turned as cold as ice.
Qin Dongxue couldn't help but turn her head. When she saw Guo Xiaotian's headless corpse on the ground, there was no longer a trace of self-blame or guilt in her heart. Instead, it was burning with rage!
Ling Yun was right. In the eyes of Deity Sword Villa and Big Senior Brother, she was already the bait for the righteous sects to ambush Ling Yun. She was a dispensable sacrifice!
What was the point of staying in such a heartless sect? What was the point of considering their life and death?!
The guilt and guilt disappeared, and Qin Dongxue's fighting spirit rose because of the anger in her heart. She looked at the four disciples of Deity Sword Villa with a trace of disdain and mockery.
Ling Yun, on the other hand, was unusually calm tonight. Seeing that more and more people were coming, he didn't make the first move, nor did he take the initiative to fight. He didn't choose to escape either. He held the Devil's Blade in his hand and stood there quietly with a smile on his face!
He was waiting, waiting for all the enemies to arrive, waiting for the earth-shattering battle!
"That's him! He's Ling Yun! The black blade in his hand is the Devil's Blade! "
"Master Jue Yuan, Taoist Master Chong Xu, it's this little devil who killed my Big Senior Brother with one palm!"
"What are you waiting for? Let's just attack together and slaughter him! "
Liu Suifeng from Deity Sword Mountain Villa was the fastest to escape and was also the last to return. When he returned to the top of the mountain, he did not stand together with his fellow brothers and sisters. Instead, he hid behind Shaolin and Wudang Sects and hid far away from Ling Yun. He pointed at Ling Yun like a mad dog and shouted crazily.
The other three from Deity Sword Villa took the initiative to stand with the four from Kunlun Sword Sect. Even though they despised Liu Suifeng's actions, they were from the same sect after all. It wasn't appropriate for them to expose his shameless behavior, so they pretended not to hear anything. However, their faces showed varying degrees of disgust.
Ji Xiaoqing lowered her voice and kept talking to the arrogant swordsman in white, Li Kunwu, from Kunlun Sword Sect.
Li Kunwu crossed his arms in front of his chest and hugged his long sword like a treasure. He nodded occasionally and suddenly felt that Liu Suifeng was too arrogant. He frowned slightly and berated, "Liu Suifeng, shut up. It's not your turn to speak here!"
Liu Siufeng was in the middle of making a ruckus, but when he heard Li Kunwu's scolding, he stared in shock. He wanted to retort, but when he thought about Li Kunwu's cultivation realm and the powerful background behind him, he obediently shut his mouth and didn't dare to say anything more. He even gave Li Kunwu a flattering smile.
Li Kunwu didn't even look at Liu Suifeng. After listening to Ji Xiaoqing, he couldn't help but look at Ling Yun with interest.
Ling Yun nodded at him and smiled.
Li Kunwu, on the other hand, frowned with an impatient expression.
At this moment, a loud and clear Buddha's name was heard. "Amitabha!"
The monk who rushed to the top of the mountain first was wearing a kasaya and holding a monk staff. He walked out of the crowd and chanted the name of Buddha.
Even though his voice wasn't loud, it was incomparably loud. It instantly suppressed the noisy chatter around him and was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears. It was enough to show the depth of his Dharma and his profound skills.
Seeing that someone finally spoke, Ling Yun smiled faintly and turned to Qin Dongxue. "Aunty, just stand here and don't move. Whoever dares to sneak an attack on you will die."
Ling Yun's voice wasn't loud, but he secretly used the Mystical Dragon Howl. His voice was transmitted into the ears of every martial arts expert around him.
Everyone from the orthodox sects was shocked. Ling Yun was surrounded by more than forty experts while there were only two of them. How could he be so confident?
Qin Dongxue smiled gently and helped Ling Yun tidy up his night clothes. She said softly, "Rascal, be careful. Aunty will fight alongside you tonight."
Hearing that, Ling Yun knew that Qin Dongxue had completely thought it through. He smiled brightly and grabbed Qin Dongxue's snow-white hand lightly.
Qin Dongxue blushed and instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't. She could only give up and feel her heart beating faster.
Ling Yun let go and flew into the field. He slammed the Devil's Underworld Essence Blade into the ground!
"Clang!"
The Devil's Underworld Essence Blade entered the ground with its scabbard more than a foot deep.
Ling Yun stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the tall and mighty monk in front of him. He raised his chin and said sternly, "Name yourself!"
The monk placed one palm in front of his chest and bowed slightly to Ling Yun. "I'm the Guardian Monk of the Dharma Hall of the Shaolin Temple, Jue Yuan."
Ling Yun already knew that Liu Suifeng was Zen Master Jue Yuan. Hence, he smiled faintly. "Master Jue Yuan, looking at the situation tonight, I won't be able to leave without a fight."
Master Jue Yuan was slightly taken aback. He laughed involuntarily. "Young Benefactor Ling Yun is indeed straightforward. However, it's better not to fight if possible."
Ling Yun chuckled. "My principles are different from yours, Master. As long as there's a problem that can be solved by fighting, then just fight."
Master Jue Yuan stared at Ling Yun for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "Young Benefactor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
Ling Yun lowered his head and looked up again. He said seriously, "Master, I've already put down the knife."
"But I know that Young Benefactor will definitely pull it out." Master Jue Yuan said.
Ling Yun laughed. "I'm not going to argue with you, Master. It's too tiring. Yes, I will pull it out. When the devil's knife is unsheathed, people will die."
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