"Something happened to the people of Excalibur Villa, let's go up the mountain quickly!"

Together with the signal flares, the famous and righteous people who had been ambushed in various hidden places of Longmen Mountain for a long time rushed out of the dense forests of the mountain col and ravine, each performing light skills, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

In the south of Longmen Mountain, there are four Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, namely: Cangsong, Qixia, Cuizhu, and Qingfeng, four heavenly masters, each holding a whisk in their hands, carrying a long sword, and rushing along the mountain road to the top of the mountain!

In the north of Longmen Mountain, Tie Ming, the young master of the Divine Fist Gate, led the four protectors in the door, and the three iron spears of the Lei family in the northwest: Lei Zhen, Lei Jingang, and Lei Wenxiu, rushed straight to the peak together!

To the west of Longmen Mountain, there are four people from the Kunlun Sword Sect to climb the mountain, among which there are Kunlun Three Swords, Ziyang, Ziye, Ziguang three real people, led by a white-clothed swordsman, called Li Kunwu, not very old, but the expression is arrogant and indifferent, holding the sword with both hands as the chest, the shoulders do not move and the legs are not bent, stepping on the treetops to sweep rapidly, and a light step is more than ten zhang distance.

To the east of Longmen Mountain, there were also nine black-clothed people who flew out of the ravine and dense forest, and it was Gongsun Li, the deputy sect leader of the Netherworld Sect, who led his eight masters to rush along the ridge!

"Why are they all in such a hurry to rush to the mountains?

In the south of Longmen Mountain, in a dense forest at the foot of the mountain, a young man wearing a Taoist robe sat on the ground casually, leaning against a big tree, holding a green grass in his mouth, squinting at a dense forest in the distance, and said vaguely.

That dense forest was the place where the four Heavenly Masters of Longhu Mountain were hiding just now.

This young Taoist priest, although his appearance is considered to be beautiful, but his expression and movements are extremely obscene, and his eyes are bright and bright in the night, blooming with the kind of slippery light of the ordinary people in the market.

In addition to being obscene and oily, and his eyes are bright, this little Taoist priest gives people the biggest impression of one word, dirty!

The cyan robe on his body hadn't been washed for a long time, and it had long since turned black and greasy, glowing in the dark night.

His hair was very long, but it was messy, and if he put it in a random bun on the top of his head and inserted it indiscriminately with a wooden chopstick, it would be considered a bun.

On his right-hand side, there was a black package on the ground, bulging with something inside, and on top of it was an inconspicuous peachwood sword, which was all he had.

At this time, this guy, who represents the dirty and messy image of the Taoist world, is staring at the small dense forest in the distance, his face full of disdain, and he expresses his dissatisfaction angrily!

"Hmph! Everyone is a Taoist, Wudang Mountain is very good at the old Dao, and if you don't want to take me, forget it! But you four miscellaneous old Taoists in Longhu Mountain dare to dislike me, is it possible that my Maoshan Shangqing faction is so easy to bully?!"

"The stinky Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, you wait for me, sooner or later, one day, I will kill Longhu Mountain, and I will pick your mountain gate alone!"

This person is Mo Wudao, the only junior disciple of the Shangqing faction in Maoshan Mountain.

"Well...... I'm alone, maybe my strength won't be enough, so I'll have to find a way to get some help......"

When he finished venting, Mo Wudao spit out the grass in his mouth with a puff, raised his right hand and raised it in front of his eyes, his thumb quickly pinched the other four fingers, and there were words in his mouth.

Only when he pinched his fingers and calculated, a touch of seriousness flashed in Mo Wudao's extremely obscene eyes.

"The senior brother of the Divine Sword Villa who loves to pretend to be forced has really hung up ......"

Then this guy sighed randomly, and suddenly said, "What does it matter to me whether I die or not?"

After speaking, Mo Wudao pursed his lips, grabbed his package and the inconspicuous peachwood sword, stood up grindingly, and looked up at the top of the mountain.

"Lingyun, although I did come to ask for an explanation for my Uncle Liu Deming and Uncle Wuchen, I am just a fortune teller, you must not kill me!"

"Well, it's really just a matter of asking for an explanation...... Do you have something to discuss, right?"

Mo Wudao looked at the top of the mountain and repeatedly cheered himself up, but his feet were like two nails, and he just refused to move a step.

Mo Wudao stood in place, facing the air in front of him, and "discussed" with Ling Yun, who didn't exist at all, for a long time, and wanted to turn around and leave several times, but in the end, he still stubbornly and began to walk towards the top of the mountain step by step.

At this time, except for Mo Wudao of Maoshan Mountain, all the other famous and decent masters had already rushed to the top of the mountain, and together with the two major sects of Shaolin and Wudang, who were the first to reach the top of the mountain, they forced Ling Yun and Qin Dongxue to the edge of the cliff, and surrounded the two in a fan shape, and the water was impassable!

Eight major sects, including six from Shaolin, seven from Wudang, four from the Kunlun Sword Sect, four from Longhu Mountain, five from the Divine Fist Sect, three from the Northwest Iron Spear Lei Family, nine from the Netherworld Sect, and four from the Divine Sword Villa!

Coupled with Mo Wudao, a disciple of Maoshan who slowly climbed the mountain from the foot of the mountain, there were a total of forty-three masters from the nine major sects tonight, besieging and killing Ling Yun!

Qin Dongxue had already stood side by side with Ling Yun, she looked at the righteous path masters who came out of the darkness, and watched the encirclement in front of her become denser and denser, and her beautiful face had already turned pale!

Especially when she saw that the four disciples of the Divine Sword Villa had gone and returned, and the four of them were staring at her with vicious faces and fire-breathing eyes of hatred, her heart was as cold as ice in an instant.

Qin Dongxue couldn't help but turn her head, and when she looked at Guo Xiaotian's headless corpse sitting on the ground, she no longer had a trace of self-blame and guilt in her heart, and she was full of anger and burning!

Ling Yun is right, in the eyes of the Divine Sword Villa and the senior brother, he has long been the bait of the world's famous people who ambushed Ling Yun, and he is a dispensable victim!

Such a ruthless and unrighteous teacher, what are you still doing in it, and what are you thinking about their life and death?!

The sense of guilt and guilt disappeared, and the battle intent in Qin Dongxue's heart rose because of anger, and he looked at the eyes of the four disciples of the Divine Sword Mountain Villa again, naturally with a trace of disdain and ridicule.

Ling Yun was different, he was surprisingly calm tonight, looking at more and more people on the other side, neither taking the lead in making a move, nor taking the initiative to fight, let alone choosing to escape, he always held the Dark Blood Demon Knife in his hand, standing there quietly, smiling, smiling at the heroes of the world!

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 knife he's holding in his hand is the Bloody Demon Knife!"

"Master Jueyuan, Chongxu Dao Chief, it's this little devil who slapped my senior brother to death with one palm just now!"

"What are you all waiting for? Let's just go up together and slaughter him!"

Liu Suifeng of Shenjian Villa, the fastest when he fled, and the last to return, he returned to the top of the mountain, but did not stand with his senior brothers and sisters, but hid behind the two major sects of Shaolin and Wudang, hiding Lingyun far away, pointing at Lingyun like a mad dog, relying on the crowd of people, shouting wildly.

The other three people of the Divine Sword Villa took the initiative to stand with the four people of the Kunlun Sword Sect, although they despised what Liu Suifeng did, but after all, they were from the same school, and it was not good to expose his shameless behavior in person, so they had to pretend not to hear it, but their faces showed different degrees of disgust.

Ji Xiaoqing lowered her voice and kept telling Li Kunwu, the arrogant white-clothed swordsman of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

Li Kunwu clasped his hands on his chest, hugged his long sword baby in his arms, nodded his head occasionally, and suddenly felt that Liu Suifeng was shouting fiercely, frowned slightly, and scolded: "Liu Suifeng, you shut up for me, it's not your turn to speak here!"

Liu Suifeng was shouting fiercely, and when he heard Li Kunwu's scolding, he was stunned for a moment, he had the heart to refute, but thinking of Li Kunwu's strength realm, as well as the powerful background behind him, he immediately shut up obediently, and didn't dare to speak anymore, and threw a flattering smile on Li Kunwu.

Li Kunwu didn't look at Liu Suifeng at all, he couldn't help but look at Ling Yun with an interested gaze after listening to Ji Xiaoqing.

Ling Yun nodded at him and smiled slightly.

Li Kunwu frowned, looking quite impatient.

At this moment, a loud Buddha horn sounded: "Amitabha!"

Rushing to the top of the mountain first, the great monk wearing a robe and holding a Zen staff walked out of the crowd and came to the field to chant the Buddha's name.

Although his voice was not high, it was extremely loud, and in an instant, it suppressed the noisy voices around him, and clearly sent it into the ears of everyone present, which showed that his Dharma was profound and his skills were profound.

Ling Yun saw that someone finally spoke, he smiled faintly, turned his head to Qin Dongxue and said, "Auntie, just stand here and don't move, if anyone dares to sneak attack you, he will die." ”

Ling Yun's voice was not high, but he secretly performed the divine dragon roar, and the sound also reached the ears of every martial arts master around, shocking.

Everyone from a decent family was shocked, Ling Yun was surrounded by more than forty masters, there were only two of them, and he was still so confident?!

Qin Dongxue smiled softly, tidied up Ling Yun's night clothes with her own hands, and said softly: "Stinky boy, be careful, tonight, my aunt will fight side by side with you." ”

As soon as Ling Yun heard this, he knew that Qin Dongxue had completely figured it out, he smiled brightly, raised his hand to grab Qin Dongxue's snow-white soft water, and shook it gently.

Qin Dongxue's face flushed, and she instinctively wanted to pull her hand out, but she didn't succeed, so she had to give up, feeling that her heartbeat was a little faster.

Ling Yun let go of his hand and flew into the middle of the field, his right hand holding the Blood Demon Knife slammed into the ground!

Zheng!

The Bloodless Demon Knife plunged into the ground with its scabbard, reaching more than a foot deep.

Ling Yun stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the tall and mighty monk in front of him, raised his chin, and said awe-inspiringly: "Sign up!"

The great monk stood on his chest with one palm, bowed his head slightly to Ling Yun, and said indifferently: "The poor monk is the Dharma Protector Monk of the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple, Jueyuan." ”

Liu shouted with the wind for a long time just now, and Ling Yun already knew that he was Zen Master Jueyuan, so he smiled faintly and said, "Master Jueyuan, look at the situation tonight, don't you want to leave if I don't fight?"

Master Jueyuan was slightly stunned, and said with a dumb smile: "Lingyun's little benefactor is really direct, but he can not fight or not." ”

Ling Yun said with a smile: "My principle is different from that of the master, if there is a problem that can be solved by fighting, then fight directly." ”

Master Jueyuan stared at Ling Yun for a long time, and suddenly said, "Little donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." ”

Ling Yun looked down, raised his head again, and said, "Master, my knife has been put down." ”

Master Jueyuan said: "But the poor monk knows that the little donor will definitely pull it out." ”

Ling Yun smiled: "Don't fight with the master, it's too tiring, yes, I will pull it out, and when the magic knife is unsheathed, it will die." ”