A bright moon, like a jade plate, hangs in the night sky, and the clear light shines all over the inside and outside of the Great Wall.

On the Great Wall of the winding mountains, the wind is howling, and on the aisle of the Great Wall, there are more than 100 characters of various costumes, there are old and strong, there are men and women, they hold all kinds of weapons in their hands, there are swords, knives, axes, steel claws, flying knives......

On a beacon tower on the left, there are more than ten people standing, almost all of them are white-haired and silver-bearded old men, standing in the wind, but they are like old pines, each showing a strong martial arts momentum.

These more than ten elders with extraordinary bearing are the masters of the five sects and ten factions, or the leaders of high-ranking elders and so on.

On the beacon tower on the right, there stood a mysterious man dressed in black and wearing a silver mask, holding Deng Ziyu with a rope tied to his hand.

Although the mysterious man is wearing a mask, his eyes are as sharp as lightning, and his black clothes are flying in the night wind, just like a hero coming to the world, and a momentum is coming.

This silver-masked mysterious person is none other than Wan Jianchen, the master of the Netherworld.

In front of the beacon where Wan Jianchen was, there were also forty or fifty black-clothed people wearing blue-faced fanged ghost masks in the aisle of the Great Wall, all of whom held sharp long knives in their hands.

Under the moonlight, the black-clothed man with a blue face and fangs, the long knife in his hand flickered with cold light, like a group of powerful ghosts running out of the netherworld, and his aura was eerie and amazing.

Between the two beacons, the distance between them is three or four hundred meters. (Note: The actual distance between the two beacon towers of the Great Wall is several kilometers, and there is a discrepancy between fiction and reality, so do not sit in the opposite number.) ）

The masters of the five sects and ten factions and the people and horses of Wan Jianchen, the master of the Netherworld, were far away from each other, forming a confrontation situation.

The wind rises, the clouds fly, and the night sky changes.

On the Great Wall, the masters of both sides are also invisible, and there is a hostility in the air.

The Sect Master Elder of the Five Sects and the Netherworld Sect Master Wan Jianchen all guessed that the other party appeared here tonight for Lin Fei's Martial Saint Heart Sutra.

That's right, it was only after receiving Yun Zhen's letter that Lin Fei was going to hand over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra to them, so they quickly rushed to the Great Wall.

But they didn't expect that there were still masters of the Netherworld on the Great Wall.

Although they guessed that Wan Jianchen, who was wearing a silver mask who was holding Deng Ziyu, must be a person with a not simple identity in the Netherworld, they didn't know that this person was the master of the Netherworld.

Both sides had already guessed that once Lin Fei appeared and handed over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, the two sides would inevitably fight for the Martial Saint Heart Sutra and fight with each other.

But neither side is willing to retreat.

They were all waiting for Lin Fei to appear.

Swish.

At this moment, under the moonlight, three figures flew from the bottom of the mountain to the Great Wall, like three eagles flying in the night.

Soon, three figures flew to the wall of the Great Wall, and these three people were Lin Fei, Li Guang, and Leng Ying.

The position where Lin Fei and the three of them flew down was just in the middle of the masters of the Five Sects and the Ten Sects and the Netherworld Sect Master Wan Jianchen.

Seeing Lin Fei appear, the five sects and ten factions immediately fluctuated, obviously Lin Fei's appearance meant that they were about to get the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, so they became excited.

"Are you Lin Fei?" On the beacon tower on the left, an old man wearing a white Tang suit and a fluttering silver beard asked Lin Fei in a majestic voice.

Lin Fei had a smile on his face, hugged his fist at the old man, and said, "The junior is Lin Fei, I don't know what to call the senior?"

The old man stroked his silver beard with his hand, his face was proud, and he said: "The master of the Changshengmen Gate of Jiangnan Province, known as the first sword Jiang in Jiangnan, is me. ”

"It turned out to be Jiang's predecessor, who has heard the name of the famous man for a long time, and it is an honor to see him today. Lin Fei immediately said with a look of admiration.

Jiang Buer is one of the five major sects in Jiangnan Province, and he has always been very famous in Jiangnan Province, so Lin Fei's sycophant shot made him feel comfortable.

He looked at Lin Fei, a little arrogant, and said, "You sent us a letter to the Five Sects and Ten Sects, saying that you want to hand over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra to us, but is it true?"

Lin Fei nodded immediately: "That's true, I'm just a nobody, a martial arts holy book like the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, falling into my hands, is simply a tyrannical thing, so I want to hand it over to a martial arts master like Jiang senior, this is the best protection for the Martial Saint Heart Sutra." ”

"Well, even if you are self-aware, the Martial Saint Heart Sutra is the treasure of martial arts, ordinary people will only cause death with him, but it is different for us, we can not only make it intact, but also carry forward the martial arts of the ancient martial saints. Jiang Buer said with a look of thought for Lin Fei.

Lin Fei said: "Senior Jiang is right, I will give you the Martial Saint Heart Sutra now." ”

Hearing this, the leaders of the five sects and ten factions such as Jiang Buer on the beacon tower all showed a look of secret joy on their faces.

After speaking, Lin Fei took out a roll of yellow-colored silk cloth from his arms and wrapped it in something, and said to Jiang Buer: "Senior Jiang, I will send you the Martial Saint Heart Sutra. ”

"Lin Fei, don't give them the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, otherwise, I will kill Deng Ziyu. At this moment, on the beacon tower on the right, Wan Jianchen, who was wearing a silver mask, shouted coldly.

Lin Fei's eyes immediately looked at the beacon tower on the right, in fact, as soon as he arrived at the Great Wall, he had already seen Deng Ziyu being held hostage by the silver mask Wan Jianchen.

And he found that Deng Ziyu may have been sealed by Wan Jianchen and couldn't move or speak, except for the rope that was tied up, he didn't have any injuries on his body.

It made him relax a lot.

Seeing that Wan Jianchen also wanted the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, Lin Fei was secretly happy in his heart, it seemed that this fake Martial Saint Heart Sutra had caused hostility between the Five Sects and the Ten Sects and the Netherworld Sect Master Wan Jianchen.

"Netherworld Sect Master, don't kill my friend Ziyu, I'll give you the Martial Sacred Heart Sutra now. Lin Fei stretched out his hand and pleaded to the Wan Jianchen of the beacon tower on the right.

"He's the Nether Master?"

"No wonder they will compete with us for the Martial Saint Heart Sutra!"

"Lin Fei said that he gave us the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, and we must not let the Netherworld Sect Master snatch it away!"

On the beacon tower on the left, Jiang Buer and the other sect masters and elders of the five sects and ten factions were all filled with righteous indignation, and they were very angry at Wan Jianchen's behavior.

"Lin Fei, don't give it to the people of the Netherworld, the Martial Sacred Heart Sutra must not fall into the hands of the Netherworld that kills people without blinking an eye and is like a demon, so that there will be countless innocent people in the world who will die in their hands. Jiang Buer shouted to Lin Fei with a righteous face.

"Jiang Buer, you shut up for me, don't you have done many bad things in the Immortal Sect? Today I will get the Martial Sacred Heart Sutra, whoever dares to rob me, I will kill without mercy!" Wan Jianchen's murderous voice resounded through the changing night sky.

"Netherworld Sect Master, you also listen to me, although you Netherworld dominates the Northwest Desert, our five sects and ten factions are also dominant in the south of the Yangtze River, and we will never let you get the Martial Saint Heart Sutra!" Jiang Bu'er also roared like thunder, shaking the mountains of the Great Wall.

"Lin Fei, give me the Martial Saint Heart Sutra!" Wan Jianchen, who was wearing a silver mask, stretched out his hand to Lin Fei and said with great charm.

"Lin Fei, give us the Martial Saint Heart Sutra!" Similarly, Jiang Buer also waved his hand to Lin Fei, his face was extremely kind, just like a good person in the world.

I took my wife to Zhongshan Hospital to see a doctor today, so I didn't have a time code word during the day.

(End of chapter)