Everyone present frowned deeply. They felt that this person's tone was extremely rude. He treated the thousands of heroes and warriors here as nothing, and he really did not give Liu Zhengfeng any face. When they turned around to look, they saw four men in yellow robes walking in from the main entrance.
The leader was about forty years old. He had a medium build and was very thin. He had two moustaches on his upper lip. Those who were knowledgeable could already recognize him. He was Song Mountain Sect's Song Yang Hand Fei Bin. The two people behind him were even more powerful. They were Pagoda-Bearing Hand Ding Mian and Crane Hand Lu Bai, who were ranked higher. Among the Thirteen Grand Guardians of Song Mountain, three of the leaders actually came. They really gave Liu Zhengfeng a lot of face.
They held up a five-colored flag which was decorated with pearls and gems. When it was unfolded, it emitted a bright light. Many people recognized this flag, and their hearts trembled. "The flag of the Five Mountain Sword Faction's Alliance Master has arrived!"
The others were still confused, but Liu Zhengfeng already knew their purpose. He held the table and chair beside him and said lightly, "So the flag of the Left Leader of Song Mountain Sect is here! Junior Brothers, I don't know how many disciples Song Mountain Sect has sent. Let's all show up together! "
His tone was extremely unkind, which shocked all the heroes present. They didn't know what had happened, or if Liu Zhengfeng and the Song Mountain Sect had a grudge against each other. Ding Yi Abbess said in a trembling voice, "Brother Liu, what's going on? If there's anything, please sit down and talk it out. The Five Mountain Sword Sects are of the same branch, we can't let outsiders laugh at us!"
Liu Zhengfeng's face was solemn. He said to Ding Yi Abbess kindly, "Abbess, it's not that I, Liu Zhengfeng, am against the rebels, but Old Thief Zuo has gone too far. Not only did he interfere with the internal affairs of our other four sects, but he also premeditated to kidnap my family! Men, bring those rascals to me! "
Hearing his order, the surrounding disciples of Liu Clan rushed out from the inner hall. Each of them carried a sword and saber and guarded against the people of Song Mountain. More than a dozen disciples of Song Mountain in yellow robes were tied up with ropes. They carried swords and sabers on their shoulders and were neatly escorted by the disciples of Liu Clan to kneel in a row.
Everyone present turned pale with fright. Those who were not masked were disciples who frequented Mount Song. Many people recognized them. Ding Yi Abbess couldn't help but ask, "Fei Bin, what does Chief Zuo mean by this? I'll be the first to object if you threaten Liu Zhengfeng with his family! "Fei Bin was even more shocked." Liu Zhengfeng, don't you dare! Where are the disciples of Mount Song? "
As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly heard dozens of people in the main hall answering, "Yes, the disciples of the Song Mountain Sect are here!" The voices of dozens of people came one after another from all over the place. A dozen yellow-robed disciples of the Song Mountain Sect rushed out from the back. Dozens of people also stood up in the main hall. They were dressed in all kinds of clothes and were confronting the disciples of the Liu clan.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly came to a standstill. The two sides stared at each other with rapt attention. One side had more people, while the other side had hostages in their hands. Neither dared to act rashly. The scene instantly fell into a stalemate.
At this moment when the atmosphere was almost frozen, a voice suddenly said, "Song Mountain Sect, Song Mountain Sect! What a great show of power! "
Chen Ang suddenly walked out of the crowd and stood next to Liu Zhengfeng. He held a black dart in his hand and tossed it up and down. He yawned and said in a bored tone, "The righteous path of Wulin is filled with people who use the old, young, women, and children as hostages to threaten other people's families. They deserve to die! There was the Qingcheng Sect before and the Song Mountain Sect now. Righteousness really exists forever. "
As soon as he said this, the other people of the Five Mountain Sword Sect all looked at him with a smile.
Ding Yi Abbess could not help but wave her sleeves and turn her head away from them.
When Fei Bin saw Chen Ang, he frowned and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he remembered someone and immediately pointed his sword at him. "You are Sai Huatuo?"
The Song Mountain Sect was indeed powerful in the Five Mountain Sword Sect. In just one night, Chen Ang's reputation had reached Fei Bin's ears. Fei Bin was overjoyed when he heard this. It turned out that Lin Pingzhi had fallen into Chen Ang's hands and the clue of the Bixie Swordplay was also found by him.
Chen Ang saw the flash of greed in Fei Bin's eyes, but he ignored him.
"You colluded with the evil people of the Devil Cult, stirred up internal strife in the Five Mountain Sword Sect, and even slandered the Left Alliance Leader. Liu Zhengfeng, if you don't kill this evil people of the Devil Cult next to you, don't blame us for being merciless!" Fei Bin's expression changed. Ignoring the matter of the Song Mountain disciples being detained, he suddenly put the hat of the Devil Cult on Chen Ang's head, pointed at Liu Zhengfeng and shouted.
Chen Ang was well aware that Fei Bin definitely coveted the Bixie Swordplay and wanted to take this opportunity to get the clue of the Bixie Swordplay as well. This person had always had no principles or bottom line. In the original work, he could lay his hands on the defenseless Liu family members and kill Qu Feiyan, who was still a loli, without hesitation. He was really cruel and merciless. In order to achieve his goal, he would do anything.
Not to mention the current situation, even if he forcefully killed Liu Zhengfeng, it would not be worth it for Zuo Leng Chan. Not only would he lose a large number of elite disciples, if he forced Liu Zhengfeng into a corner and revealed some of his weaknesses, he would probably lose his reputation and his position as the Alliance Chief would not be stable.
If he lost the weakness of the Liu family, if he provoked Liu Zhengfeng into a life and death struggle, he, Fei Bin, would not be able to get away with it.
Chen Ang did not want to talk to him at all. The martial arts world's reputation, power, and position in this world were worthless to him. Even if he was treated as a traitor of the Devil Cult, and was chased by the entire righteous path, so what? The more people who came to kill him, the more martial arts knowledge and wisdom he would learn, and the greater the harvest.
He immediately sneered and said, "There's no point in talking, let's fight!"
The dart in his hand flashed, and a dim cold light flew towards Fei Bin. The silver light disappeared in a flash. The crowd only saw a flash, and then there was nothing in Chen Ang's hand. The swift dart shot towards Fei Bin's left eye.
Fei Bin looked at the menacing dart, and was shocked. His feet dug into the stone tiles, and the muscles in his body tightened. His body was like a big spring that was full of power. With a bang, he pulled and suddenly moved three feet to the side, dodging Chen Ang's dart.
At the same time, he twisted his feet, and his body turned in the air. Unexpectedly, he used this force to turn his body in the direction of Chen Ang, and pounced towards him. A cold light flashed in his right hand, and a three feet long sword cut through the air. The swift and fierce sword went straight for Chen Ang's heart.
A sword that pierced through the heart.
Mount Song's swordsmanship was imposing and imposing, it was known for its grandeur and grandeur. In Fei Bin's hands, it was like a magnificent army with thousands of horses galloping forward. The fierceness and fierceness of the swordsmanship surpassed that of a three-chi lathe and a long crossbow. Even an inch of steel wall could be pierced through.
The sword's aura broke through, and Chen Ang found it difficult to breathe. His eyes were slightly dull, and a strange blue light flashed in them. Liu Zhengfeng, who was beside him, felt his hair stand on end, but Chen Ang seemed not to feel anything. He was still calmly looking at Fei Bin. Just as Liu Zhengfeng was about to pull out his sword to block, he suddenly felt the weight in his hand lighten.
A fine steel sword. "Kacha!" It was unsheathed, and Chen Ang held it in his hand. He pushed off with the tip of his foot, and his body flew up. His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and he was like a big bird, pouncing in the air. The sword in his hand was slightly staggered, as if it was trembling. The tip of the sword was erratic, but Fei Bin felt his vitals go numb.
"Clang!" There was a loud sound, and Fei Bin's sword was blocked. It was Chen Ang who had used the tip of the sword to block the tip of the sword. Fei Bin raised his head and looked into Chen Ang's eyes, but all he saw was a blue coldness, as cold as the ice of the Heavenly Mountain. It made his eyes sting.
Before Chen Ang could react, their swords suddenly broke apart. The hilt of Fei Bin's sword shook violently, making him almost lose his grip on it. But Chen Ang used this force to turn his sword into a sword flower, twisting along the blade of Fei Bin's sword. Like a flood dragon, Chen Ang tore Fei Bin's sword apart.
His control of strength was exquisite.
How could Fei Bin have imagined that someone could use swordsmanship like this? This kind of control of strength was impossible. He hurriedly let go of the hilt in his hand, but it was too late. The sword flower that looked like a dragon twisted around his right wrist. His hand was covered in boiling blood, and turned into a pile of flesh.
Chen Ang flew up and kicked him in the chest. Fei Bin's body trembled, and he vomited blood, falling to the ground.
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