Sealing Sword

Fireworks exploded, gathering and dispersing streamers, and then the noise spread far under the night with the sound of bells and drums, almost waking up all living beings in the mountains and forests. shadow.

The Burial Soul Palace is like a leech that has been dormant in the swamp for a long time. It has long been hungry. At the moment when Zhao Bingmo’s fireworks are fired, they seem to smell the smell of blood. They are almost out in force, stretching out their claws to their prey. .

In the Wuxiang Temple, the internal and external cooperation, the indistinguishable enemy and the enemy in the forest, and the dead end on the cliff... From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, from the front mountain to the back mountain, all were shrouded in a foul wind, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.

The three of Xuancheng finally climbed up, and saw that a desperate battle had already started on the cliff, and before they even had time to ask more questions, they had to raise their swords and join the battle.

He was frightened while fighting, there is only one way from the forest to this place, if these killers can chase here, I am afraid that the comrades who stayed behind in the forest will also be ambushed.Right now he is facing the enemy, even though Xuancheng still has the strength to fight the enemy, he has no ability to break the situation. He is anxious for a while, but he doesn't know what to do.

While he was struggling, he glanced at him, and inadvertently saw a small shadow—the black wind was high, the mountains were dark, and the man was short in stature, like a dark shadow. I really can't find him.

In the entire Wenchan Mountain, apart from the young novice who was adopted to practice in the temple, there is only one child, Xie Li.Xuan Cheng originally suspected that this man's little kid had come to die, but he saw a faint cold light.

That is……

Xuan Cheng was stunned, but saw that the short black figure raised his hand slightly, and there was a sharp hook below the wrist, hooking towards him lightly.

The situation is critical and there is no room for too many considerations. Xuancheng gritted his teeth and took the lead to kill the people around him. At the same time, he shouted: "The road ahead is cut off, and it is time to come back!"

A person who walks and jumps in the rivers and lakes must not only have decent kung fu, but also be able to discern the situation by observing words and colors, not to mention that most of the people who came to the cliff with him are long-established martial arts seniors.After being caught off guard at first, they quickly launched a counterattack, using martial arts alone to stabilize more than one of these killers, but the opponent was equipped with hidden weapons and poisonous blades, and they cooperated seamlessly with each other, causing everyone to be wary and had to stalemate in chaos.

With Xuancheng's shout, even people who think highly of themselves are not in the mood to put on airs as seniors. An old man with a goatee swung his palms, swung his sword steadily, and called out loudly.The people who were fighting on their own immediately gathered towards him, and now they quickly cut a bloody path, and rushed into the forest following Xuancheng's footsteps.

Xuancheng was the first to rush in, and saw the black shadow that was gesturing to him jump up and down a few times, and there were shadows in the forest, obviously there were still people in ambush.He hesitated in his heart, he didn't hold his feet firmly, and suddenly felt a cold light flash in front of him, and an invisible chill came through his bones. He subconsciously drew his sword to block it, and held an extremely thin soft steel wire.

The next moment, as soon as the resistance on the sword was removed, the steel wire fell to the ground loosely, and another hand appeared from behind the tree next to it, and gestured at him.

The sound of killing and running behind him was approaching, Xuancheng didn't hesitate any longer, and rushed forward with everyone.In such a short distance, there were several strange sounds suddenly coming from behind. Most people couldn't help but look back, but saw the heads of several killers flying up suddenly, and the headless bodies chased several times forward. Bucai fell to the ground, and the head rolled down and smashed with a muffled sound, as if it was just a melon and fruit falling from an autumn tree.

The flowing blood exposed the cold light, and they realized that there are countless flexible steel wires in the forest, entwined with trees and stones, or held in the hands of people lurking in the dark. , launched a sudden strangulation.

The few assassins who were behind were horrified by this situation. Before they could blow their whistles to warn, the shadows hidden here had already been dispatched, and they fought into a group in the blink of an eye. The corpses were all dead with their throats sealed, and they didn't have time to make a sound.

These black shadows totaled more than twenty people. After the murder, they shook their wrists, and the soft steel wire, which was still stained with blood, was taken back into their hands, and quickly coiled on the arrow sleeves, as if it was just a thin silk rope for the sleeves.

The goatee old man has been walking on the rivers and lakes for many years, and his eyes swept over these black shadows: "Yan Wangxian, Sen Luoshang, are you all from Dongming Valley?"

No one answered the black shadow, instead they split into two sides to make way for them. Everyone stared at the same time, and saw three more people coming from the direction of the cliff. to near.

At first, there was a man with a gray face, a tattered monk's robe, blood stains on his bald head, his eyes were tightly closed, and if he held an alms bowl in his hand, he could almost treat alms as a beggar.The beggar-like old monk couldn't look at him, but he turned his head to their side precisely, and asked softly, "Are you alright, all benefactors?"

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of everyone in Xuancheng changed, and one person was even more surprised: "Zen master Se, Sekong!"

Seeing Sekong, everyone seemed to have found a backbone, and wanted to get closer to elaborate on the dangerous situation, but they were blocked by the black shadow.A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe closed the folding fan, and his vertical arms wanted to push out of the way. His technique was strange, and the folding fan penetrated through the gap between the black shadow's raised hands. With a flick of his wrist, the fan spread out with a "squeak" , Immediately swept towards the other side's door.At first he thought that this attack would be easy to catch, but he didn't expect that although the opponent's internal strength was not as good as his, he was still very difficult to entangle. While raising his head to avoid this fan, he moved his hands together, and was about to snatch his fan.

There was no warning when the two clashed. The old man with the goatee frowned and wanted to stop him, but he didn't want anyone else to be faster than him.

A long knife with a sheath was inserted between the two from bottom to top, with a slap and a shock, they forced the two of them away at the same time, and then the arm moved, and the knife also turned accordingly, just pressing down on the middle-aged scholar. , the strength was pressed on his chest through the fan, causing the blood to churn, and Dang even turned pale.

A clear voice sounded behind Sekong, and there was a hint of sarcasm in the banter: "Senior is very angry, why don't you save your strength to fight against foreign enemies, and don't rush to kill your own people."

As soon as he spit out his energy, the scribe took three steps back, furious, and gritted his teeth: "How dare you say that a person with unknown origin and hidden head and tail is one of us?"

"Patriarch Luo, be careful!" the old man with goatee stopped talking, his brows were already wrinkled into the word "Chuan", obviously very worried about the current situation.

The martial arts in the Central Plains have been declining in recent years. It is not because the big players are all incompetent people. Apart from the external force of the commander of the Burial Soul Palace, the Demon Sect invaded the Central Plains. You must first settle inside before you are willing to fight outside.Usually when the weather is calm, they fight openly and secretly, but now when they encounter major events, they even plan separately, it's like a mess.

He has lived to this age, and he knows that selfishness is the root of human desires, and it is difficult to eradicate, but if everyone only knows how to plan for their own one-third of an acre, sooner or later they will be defeated one by one.

Sighing inwardly, the old man raised his head and saw the man who had just raised his sword to stop the fight came out from behind Sekong.

Chu Xiwei faced Ye Fusheng's handsome face with the same cynical smile on his mouth. He held the long knife upside down behind his back, and his seemingly frivolous eyes quickly swept over every face present, and quickly flashed in his mind. Matching them with the intelligence information, first raised his hand to the old man with goatee and gave a salute, and said seriously: "Junior Ye Fusheng, I have seen Senior Qu."

This looks like an old man who has become a goat. He is a capable person who has been famous for a long time in the Jianghu.His surname is Qu and his name is Jin. He is a friend of the late Southern Confucian Ruan Feiyu. He is bold and transparent, although he is not known as Taishan Beidou among the eight masters in the martial arts, he can still be regarded as the number one figure.

Hearing Chu Xiwei's self-reported family name, he took another look, and said with a smile, "I think it was the master of the Chu family who helped me, but I didn't expect it to be Mr. Ye. Miss Qin followed my nephew Lu in the south, and was busy with affairs. , I don’t know that the young master is coming this time, otherwise he will definitely follow.”

Baiguimen has always been well-informed, let alone the eldest lady Qin Lanshang at this time.Of course Chu Xiwei knew that Lu Mingyuan was too busy to rectify the Sanmai Academy, and Qin Lanshang also hid her identity to help secretly. It was impossible to come to Wenchan Mountain right now, so she could only ask Qu Jin to bring someone to the meeting to show that the Sanmai Academy was in the martial arts world. Bai Dao's position, but he did not expect to encounter such a thing.

Sekong said at the right time: "Amitabha. This time, the Wuxiang Temple was robbed, and the Wulin Baidao are all facing the persecution of the Burial Soul Palace. As a member of the Garan, the old monk should return to the temple and lead my Buddhist disciples to escape from danger. As for everyone Such concerns should be discussed in the long run after this great distress, and we must not lose the big because of small losses, and hurt others and ourselves."

He was blind, and when he raised his head to face the crowd, it gave people an illusion of being seen through.Before they hesitated, another cold gaze came over, and the blood-stained Taoist priest stood behind Sekong and looked at them, and said slowly: "If the lips die, the teeth will be cold, and there will be no eggs left in the nest."

His voice was as flat as ever, and at this moment he just echoed Se Kong's words, and it was like thunder falling on his heart.Even Chu Xiwei slowly loosened his clenched fists, raised his eyes, and said, "The Palace of Burial Souls has been planned for a long time, and a large number of hidden stakes have been planted early. Now, with an order, the inside should be combined with the outside. The Wuxiang Temple has already been completed." Asura Field, there are mountains of knives and seas of fire on the top of Chan Mountain, and everyone in the game is in a dilemma, do you want to cover your face with loess after this night, or break out of the encirclement before the Ming Dynasty, and unite with everyone in the same way to fight back?"

He cut to the chase, his words were not nice, but he was based on reality and went straight to the point. His tone and attitude were neither humble nor overbearing, but he drove everyone into the same boat with this plain attitude.

Below the boat, the waves are rough, and the wind and rain are howling on all sides.

No matter what kind of mind, if you ask for a future, you have to keep the present first.However, everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as these so-called martial arts seniors let go, it will be like a crack in a stubborn stone, and sooner or later there will be a day when it will be fully opened.

Qu Jin narrowed his old eyes, turned his eyes away from Duanqing, and then returned to him, asking him in a solemn tone: "Young Master Ye, what are your plans?"

Chu Xiwei lightly kicked the dead body of a killer with her toes, and she tilted her head and smiled like Ye Fusheng: "Of course...to treat the body in the same way as others."