The Emei disciple heard Tan Lin's sincerity and saw his resolute expression; he knew that Wulin people were deeply grateful to their master's kindness, they wished they could sacrifice everything to repay their master. But in the end it was difficult to persuade them. Without any choice, he handed his sword over to Tan Lin and warned him, "If you lose your life here, you won't be able to repay them even more." Tan Lin's heart warmed. "Yes!" he said. Raising his sword he stepped forward and shakily stabbed toward Xue Xiangzhu's shoulder. Everybody could see that after his heavy injury his body was weak, right now he was barely holding on. As time went on, his strength would be exhausted; they were secretly worried.
Tan Lin also knew that the situation was unfavorable for him; he said in his heart, "I must not make contact with his weapon. Right now my sword has no internal energy left. If we make contact, my sword will be shaken away. If I fight empty-handed, there is no need to fight. " But then he had another thought, "That's right, I must attack with all my strength. At the very least I will die together with him. That's it; at least I won't disgrace the Sect." Thereupon he only attacked and did not defend, his sword pierced toward Xue Xiangzhu's vital points.
Kunlun's swordsmanship was originally known for its lightness and agility, but Tan Lin was able to display its' sinister 'and' ruthless' to the extreme. His martial art skill was actually inferior to Xue Xiangzhu's, but because he had completely disregarded life and death, he used dangerous killing moves that both sides would suffer. But Xue Xiangzhu was unwilling to accompany him in losing his life. For the time being the two of them were unable to deal with each other.
Tan Lin stabbed his sword three times in succession. Xue Xiangzhu brandished his sword to parry, the web between his thumb and forefinger was slightly sore and numb. These three moves were Kunlun Sect's exquisite swordsmanship, hiding several moves behind them. It's just that Tan Lin did not dare to make contact with the opponent's sword, because when he used them, his hands and feet would inevitably be bound. After several more moves, Tan Lin raised his arm, his sword pierced toward the space between Xue Xiangzhu's eyebrows. Xue Xiangzhu raised his sword to parry. Tan Lin's move was a feint, he was going to lure Xue Xiangzhu to 'explode'. His arm swept in a semicircle toward Xue Xiangzhu's throat.
By this time it was too late for Xue Xiangzhu to withdraw his sword to parry. His left palm flipped over to strike the pit of Tan Lin's stomach, forcing him to withdraw his sword to save himself. Who would have thought that Tan Lin did not evade or evade, his sword did not even the least bit?
Xue Xiangzhu was startled, he pulled back his palm power into two fingers to block the sword edge, but his heart was filled with fear that unexpectedly he did not manage to block it. He saw that the sword was about to pierce his throat. The heroes of the righteous sects were already cheering loudly when suddenly a folding fan shot out from the side and blocked the sword. Immediately the fan handle flipped over and hit Zhang Wuji's wrist.
That folding fan was made of pure steel. Feeling the pain, Tan Lin could not hold it any longer. He let go of his sword and hastily leaped back. Xue Xiangzhu's sword hacked down, leaving a deep cut on his clothes, enough to see his skin. If his leap was half a step late, the sword would have pierced his chest. Tan Lin inwardly exclaimed that he was lucky, but this leap had exhausted all his strength. When he landed on the ground, his feet were unsteady and he staggered backwards. The Emei disciple hastily stretched out both arms to support him.
Having escaped from death's door, Xue Xiangzhu calmed down a bit. He hastily bowed and said, "Subordinate pays his respect to Fallen Hall Leader. Thank you very much for Fallen Hall Leader's help." Only then did everybody's gaze fall on the person who had just intervened. They saw that he was very young, wearing a blue brocade chang pao, with a black gilded belt around his waist. The left side of his chang pao was embroidered with a cluster of black flame. His hand was holding a folding fan, with a 'fallen' character on the fan. This young man's appearance was handsome, his every movement was natural and unrestrained, his style was full, he looked like a rich family's young master. Although Li Yijie and Nangong Xue were wearing luxurious clothes, their elegant temperament could not be imitated in the slightest.
"Xue Xiangzhu," the Fallen Hall Leader coldly said, "The older you get, the more useless you become? I am afraid it is because you let your imagination run wild every day. "Cold sweats appeared on Xue Xiangzhu's forehead. With a trembling voice he said," Subordinate … subordinate does not dare. " Earlier this man fought the heroes of the upright sects alone, he was calm and unruffled, his bearing was not the least bit chaotic. Obviously he was extremely afraid of this Fallen Hall Leader. Although the crowd of heroes was secretly amazed, they were not inexperienced people after all. In just a split second, they all felt the oppressive feeling of a formidable enemy. They did not dare to relax their vigilance.
With a cold laugh Fallen Hall Leader said, "You don't dare? What did you say about me earlier? Did you say I don't have ears? Hmm, I am not worthy of this Hall Leader position, I should abdicate the position to a worthy person. In that case, would it be better for me to give it to you? " Xue Xiangzhu kneeled down on both knees and said, "If subordinate ever said that, let me be struck by lightning and die without a burial place. Subordinate was only saying … only thinking that Miss … "
"What do you think?" Even if Miss has done something wrong, how can the likes of you talk nonsense? " Lifting the folding fan, he tapped lightly on Xue Xiangzhu's neck and said coldly, "Considering you have rendered meritorious service to our Cult, today is your first offense, I will keep your head for the time being. If you talk nonsense again …" Xue Xiangzhu's entire body was frozen stiff, as if the handle of the fan behind his neck was a guillotine that would take his life. Hearing Fallen Hall Leader's tone was slightly relaxed, he hastily begged for mercy in a loud voice, "I won't wait for Fallen Hall Leader to make your move, subordinate will cut my own tongue." "Humph," Fallen Hall Leader snorted and said, "Stand up first. Those who spoke disobedient words just now, stand out. "
The crowd of disciples looked at each other in dismay. Everybody was aware that Fallen Hall Leader adored their Miss, he would not listen to even the slightest bit of disrespect. A moment later, suddenly a disciple with a thin and small stature stumbled forward a step. Apparently he was pushed out. Another disciple said, "Reporting to Fallen Hall Leader, Ma Xiongdi has expressed his own opinion, it has nothing to do with subordinate." The one surnamed Ma angrily said, "Yuan Xiongdi, earlier you were the one who talked the most nonsense! Why did you push all the blame to me as soon as you saw what happened? "The one surnamed Yuan sighed and said," Ma Xiongdi, please don't blame your brother for not upholding justice. "
The one surnamed Ma was about to curse out loud when Fallen Hall Leader's sharp gaze swept over him and asked, "What did you say?" The one surnamed Ma was extremely shocked. He kowtowed and said, "Fallen Hall Leader, subordinate … subordinate deserves to die … but the brothers in the Cult all said so, said … young master and Miss … this, that … I beg Fallen Hall Leader to spare subordinate's life on account of subordinate's meritorious service for the Cult. From now on subordinate will be careful with his words and actions!"
Fallen Hall Leader sneered and said, "How shameless! The Hierarch ordered you to go to Changzhou to look for young master and Miss. You must have had a lot of fun in Jinxi Agarwood Courtyard. What's the use of keeping you around if you only obey in public but oppose in private?" As he waved his folding fan, the one surnamed Ma suddenly felt a chill on his waist. Then he heard the crowd cry out in alarm and saw a large amount of blood gushing out from the side of his waist. Only then did he feel a sharp pain. He breathed his last immediately and fell to the ground with his body broken in two. Turned out Fallen Hall Leader's internal energy was exquisite. The folding fan in his hand was originally a blunt object, but when he waved it, it created a gust of wind that resembled a long sword. Although the one he killed was a disciple of the Sacrifice Shadow Cult, he was so ruthless that Li Yijie and the other two could not help but feel their hearts palpitate.
The crowd of heroes was experienced and knowledgeable. Like the Beggar Clan's eight-pouch Elder from before, they suddenly remembered one person and asked, "Are you An Yesun, the Hall Leader of the Sacrifice Shadow Cult's Main Hall?"
An Yesun was born in poverty. His mother died early. His father married a second mother and had children. These people had always ordered An Yesun around and abused him in every possible way. His father's character was weak, so he was submissive to the second mother. An Yesun was also ordered around by the neighbors. All the dirty and tiring work that the whole family was unwilling to do usually fell on him.
One day An Yesun went up the mountain to chop firewood. He saw a little girl being chased by a leopard, so he went forward to help her. He vented his anger on the leopard and in a few moves he killed the leopard. He was about to comfort the little girl when she giggled and clapped her hands. Then a man came out from behind a tree and patted the little girl's head. "Lin 'er," he said, "this time doesn't count." Turned out that man was the Hierarch of the Sacrifice Shadow Cult. The little girl was his beloved daughter, Chu Menglin. Letting her defeat the leopard was a test of her martial art skills.
Chu Menglin was clever and quick-witted, but when she practiced martial art, she always wanted to use tricks to deceive others. The Hierarch saw An Yesun kill the leopard. Although he used brute force, his fists were steady and steady. When he dodged, his body was nimble. It seemed that he had a good aptitude for martial art. He also thought that An Yesun was about the same age as his daughter, so he might be a good role model. Therefore, the Hierarch brought him back to the Cult and taught him martial art skills.
An Yesun was very hardworking. In a little more than a month, his progress far surpassed Chu Menglin's. He returned to his village and killed all the villagers. From then on, he officially entered the Sacrifice Shadow Cult and was given the name 'An Yesun'. At first, Chu Menglin pestered him to play, but he only practiced martial art diligently every day. After a long time, he lost interest and stopped paying attention to him. But in his heart, he always respected An Yesun.
Every time An Yesun carried out a mission, no one was left alive. He killed people without leaving a whole corpse. He was known for his cruelty and mercilessness. The people of Jianghu were scared witless. They gave him the nickname 'Cruel Fiend Star'. This nickname spread far and wide. Some masters even used it to scare their disciples.
An Yesun heard An Yesun's nickname, but his expression did not change. He unfolded his fan and gently waved it, saying, "The Sect Leaders of the various sects have shrunk their heads and did not come out. Instead, they sent you, a bunch of worthless disciples, to die. What a joke."
A Yellow Mountain Pai disciple was usually very arrogant. Seeing the rest of the Sacrifice Shadow Cult disciples' martial art skill was mediocre, he thought that even if his martial art skill was high, it would be difficult for two fists to fight four hands. Therefore, he was not afraid of An Yesun at all. In a loud and clear voice he said, "Our Shizun is discussing the Great Assembly of Heroes in a month's time. We are going to select a Meng Zhu with outstanding martial art skill to lead our people to annihilate the Devil Cult. Today, we are going to execute this group of villains to boost the Great Assembly's momentum." An Yesun laughed coldly and said, "Today I will kill all of you. I don't need to waste my time trying to boost our Cult's momentum. "
When the crowd of heroes heard his unbridled provocation, several of them shouted and cursed, "This kid is too arrogant!" "Devil Cult disciples, you don't know the difference between life and death!" An Yesun shouted, "Less nonsense!" He waved his fan in front of everybody's eyes. Everybody was afraid of the wind generated by his fan, so they all took a step back. In terms of momentum, they had already been defeated. An Yesun coldly said, "Righteous motley crew, listen up. Our Cult still has important matters to attend to, we have no time to waste with you. If you want to swarm us, it's up to you."
Someone called out, "Kill this little devil head!" Suddenly the eight-pouch Elder called out, "Wait a minute!" Then another beggar carried a dark green long stick. The Elder took it with both hands and took a step forward. He cupped his fists and said, "I have long heard the name 'Can Mo Xing'. Lao Lao Peng Jinlong is not talented, but because of the brothers' favor, I am able to sit on this eight-pouch Elder position. But with our Clan's treasure, the 'Dog Beating Stick', do you think I am qualified to ask Fallen Hall Leader to teach me a few moves? "
An Yesun knew he was being modest. Throughout history, if the Beggar Clan people did not have good strength, they would not be able to become eight-pouch Elders. His eyebrows raised, he coldly said, "When did the Beggar Clan fall to this level? I heard that the Dog Beating Stick has been passed down from generation to generation, but now everybody can use it? " The beggar who carried the bowl laughed and said, "Fallen Hall Leader, you are wrong. When fighting with different opponents, the weapons used must be appropriate. The hero who passed down this Dog Beating Stick has foresight. He knew that a hundred years later there would be a Fallen Hall Leader in this world. This weapon is called 'Dog Beating Stick', it is exactly for you. "
An Yesun closed his fan with a 'pa' sound and said, "You talk too fast. This is the shameless behavior of the Jianghu people of the three religions and nine sects. Let's see who's the real deal. Peng Zhanglao, you are already so old, yet you still don't know your place. Half of the yellow soil is already buried. Make your move first. "Peng Jinlong was not in the mood to care about empty formalities. He immediately swept the stick towards An Yesun's waist. Because he was afraid of his internal energy, he chose a longer weapon to fight so that he would not have to fight at close range.
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