Hundreds of thousands of Dao Chiefs, when can Emei represent the major sects? Shaolin and Wudang people, have you bought them all? The people of the Demon Sect have also begun to become docile?" Tang Wanjian put his hands behind his back, looked at the crowd in the middle of the air, and said without fear.

"Haha, old man, are you here to be funny? When did our Demon Sect need a person who claims to be a decent person to represent it? Have you also become a so-called heretic?" an old man asked with a smile on his face with a black dragon tattooed on half of his face. "The surname is Tang, Ren has always been straightforward, so I won't go around in circles with you. We, the Demon Sect, are here for your son. Don't say he's right, his fault is that he read the Heavenly Demon Heart Sutra I taught. ”

"Amitabha, let the donor, this is Shushan, not your demon world, I hope you can respect yourself. Otherwise, don't blame the old man for not paying attention to the rules, and ask the donor to go to Leiyin Temple to understand Buddhism. An old monk in a red-robed robe flashed into shape, standing with one hand on his chest, chanting the Buddha's name and saying.

"Old bald donkey, there is a kind of you doing it. Ren, a disciple of 18,000 people, has a coward, and you take this head to sit on as a futon. The tattooed man surnamed Ren directly pulled out a long knife and said disdainfully.

"Three thousand Buddhist disciples together?" the old monk stomped the Zen staff in his hand and shouted loudly, and the golden light dyed half of the sky.

"Alright. Tang Wanjian shouted with a smile. "Don't show it off here. Not to mention that the 100,000 people surrounding the mountain today, it is a million, and I don't want Tang to hand over his son. You can't be a man, and you can't fight. Tang Wanjian raised his head to the sky and roared, and the sound shook the four fields. He pointed to the sky and turned around slightly, and countless sword shadows followed his arm, forming a huge circular array. A circle of sword shadows appeared behind Tang Wanjian as if a peacock had opened the screen.

"Tang Daoyou, although Poor Dao admires your personality, he is not ashamed of your actions after all, even if you are just to unravel Ling Lang's ethereal system. There are only three generations of disciples from Wudang to the top, and if there is a need, Shizu and others will also go out. When the time comes, the world's sects will besiege Shushan, can you afford this responsibility?" An old Taoist wore a Taoist robe, with a trace of fairy wind and bones, and walked out holding Buddha dust.

"He can't afford it, so can Lao Tzu? If you want my grandson, just accompany you to deserve these garbage? Tell your master's old bull nose to come out. A fiery red shadow flew out of the mountain gate, stepping on a fiery giant sword and holding a red lacquered wine gourd in his hand. He pointed to the old way that stood up and scolded, not taking him in the slightest. Just behind him, countless flying swords shot out quickly, and some of the flying swords were still standing on them, and the clothes of various colors were all embroidered with the word "Shu" in the same way. "Fighting, we can't do it in Shushan, but we are good at killing people. And I've never been afraid of anyone, grandma's even dared to block the door? Go back and ask your master and ancestor, who dared to come to our Shushan to block the door?"

"Senior Huo, the family teacher has been retired, and he won't get out of the customs easily if he has nothing important. The old Taoist priest held the Buddha dust and bowed.

"Get out, don't pretend to be Sven with Lao Tzu. Give you two choices, either fight, Shushan to the last man. Either get out, go back where you came from. Three breaths, after three breaths, what is still on my Shu Mountain is to provoke Shu Mountain. The old man in red took a sip of wine, then raised his hand directly and raised three fingers.

At this time, a young man secretly appeared behind the gate of the mountain gate. He secretly stretched out his head to look out of the door, looking at the crowd outside the door, but he didn't have any expression of fear.

"Three, two, one, battle!" the old man in red burst out after counting three times in a row. Suddenly, countless long swords flew out from a peak in Shu Mountain. One of the reasons why Shushan is known as the land of swords is that no one knows how many swords are hidden in Shushan, and they don't know how many swords people in Shushan can use.

Tang Wanjian tapped his feet, and rushed forward with a sword shadow. The tens of thousands of sword shadows behind him shot towards the other party like meteors, all flashing with a blue light, and the speed was a little faster. Countless Shushan disciples formed a sword formation one by one. Controlling tens of thousands of long swords, he shot towards the opponent's more than 100,000 people.

This is how the battle of more than 100,000 versus thousands of people began. In fact, few people in the coalition army could have imagined that this fire boss was so hot-tempered, and if he didn't agree with him, he would do what he said. Even if the gap is more than 20 times, he is not afraid.

Someone is constantly flying into the sky, and someone is constantly falling down. The corpses were all over the mountain gate of Shushan, although most of them were from the coalition army, but many of them were disciples of Shushan. Watching the disciples wearing Shu characters fall from the sky, they had lost their breath when they landed, and the young people who were cowering behind the mountain gate felt helpless. The sky began to rain with blood, staining the ground red.

Although Tang Wanjian has many swords and is strong enough, he can't stand too many wolves. One by one, the sword shadows were broken, and more than a hundred times the masters besieged him. Seeing Tang Wanjian's blood-stained robe, a figure in a white dress rushed over. The head of the fire, known as the fire sword, was formerly known as Xiao He, the old man of Tang Wanjian. Xiao He's daughter is Xiao Xiao, this woman in a white dress. Tang Wanjian and Xiao Xiao are the parents of the young man behind the door, and they are also the main reason for this struggle.

The young man watched his parents rush to the battlefield, and not long after, although the two of them fought hard to kill many people, their injuries gradually expanded, and he could only stand helplessly at the door. With a bang, a Shushan disciple fell from the sky and smashed into the mountain gate. This Shushan disciple slammed into the wall fiercely, and blood burst out all over his body, spraying the young man's body.

"Go, hide, don't let them see. And we ......" The Shushan disciple said with the last of his strength, but he lost his breath before he finished speaking.

"Ah......h He ran wildly and ran out of the mountain gate.

"Stop. The young man shouted to the sky, but unfortunately no one heard. "You all give me death. He suddenly drew a short sword, slashed it into the palm of his hand, and then grabbed the jade plaque with his bleeding palm. Immediately, countless blood surged towards the jade plaque, and the entire jade plaque turned red. The entire Shu Mountain began to shake, and countless sword qi burst out from the mountain. The sword qi directly shot and killed countless coalition forces, disrupting the entire battlefield. The coalition forces were forced to stop to protect themselves, and the Shushan disciples took the opportunity to retreat.

At this time, everyone saw the young man with blood stained on his body, and what caught the eye was his pale hair.

"Chao'er ......" Xiao Xiao's delicate body was shocked, and he pounced without caring about his injuries. It was just that it quickly crashed into a transparent wall. As soon as Tang Wanjian waved his hand, all the remaining sword shadows shot towards the transparent wall, but they couldn't shake it.