Outside the Yanmen Pass, the entire western sky was burned red by the setting sun, like paint on an oil painting, changing the color of the city wall.

With the accumulation of innate skills, Wang Chongyang has now reached the peak of the second rate.

The rest of the disciples are all third-rate level, and because Zhou Fan has not taught them fist and foot kung fu, one or two are not good at fighting with others.

But fortunately, Wang Chongyang learned some superficial moves from the innate diagram and awarded them to the seven senior brothers who came with him.

At this moment, the Quanzhen disciples lived in the Song army's garrison.

When they first came, Wang Chongyang and others identified themselves, explaining that they were coming to protect the generals.

After all, Taoism is the state religion of the Great Song Dynasty at this moment, but the Quanzhen Sect has no reputation, and Zong Ze, the chief general of the Song army, refused the kindness of Wang Chongyang and others at first.

It wasn't until Wang Chongyang moved out of Huashan Chen Tuo Dao Inheritance and showed his hand in front of Zong Ze that Zong Ze welcomed everyone in with a smile.

As a Song person, who doesn't know the name of the ancestor of Huashan Daomen, who is a fairy figure, presumably his descendants also have a lot of ability.

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In the middle of the night, the wind was like an invisible hand, lifting the gray sand and fine stones, blowing through the woods, whining like a wolf's howl, and sounding eerie and terrifying.

The sky was intensely black, almost the color of despair, and the night sky was thick with clouds, and by the faint light of the full moon, you could see clusters of dark clouds, like a group of spirits who were dedicated to destruction, taking advantage of the wind to rush through the chaotic sky.

"Boom"

In the dark abyss of the sky, sparks flashed one after another, tearing apart the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of rain roared together, and the sky opened countless openings, and the torrential rain converged into a waterfall and poured towards the earth.

The military tents where Wang Chongyang and others are located are scattered in various locations of the barracks.

"Brother Wang, this is the wine that Yue brought you, such a heavy rain, heavy humidity, to warm your body. ”

A soldier shouted loudly and walked into Wang Chongyang's tent with a large jar of wine.

I saw that he was majestic between his eyebrows, his figure was magnificent, his complexion was bronze, and his facial features were clearly defined and deep, like a Greek sculpture, wild and unrestrained.

Wang Chongyang hurriedly got up and took over the wine jar, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Yue." ”

"Oh, what do you say thank you, if you want to thank you, it's Yue Mou who says thank you.

Since Brother Wang taught me those walking and sleeping postures, Yue has felt more and more energetic and in good spirits in recent days. Yue Fei patted Wang Chongyang's shoulder heartily.

Wang Chongyang waved his hand and said, "It's all a small skill, not enough to worry about." ”

"As a soldier, Yue Mou is not allowed to drink alcohol in the military camp, so he will leave first, and Brother Wang will rest early"

Yue Fei hugged his fists and turned to leave.

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The rapids rained unstoppable. A wave of continuous fluctuations filled the dark world, and the falling water, the flowing water, the dripping water, and the rushing water, all combined to form a drifting blurred sound.

The sound of rain also masked the footsteps of a group of uninvited guests.

Generally speaking, with such heavy rain, there would not have been a siege battle, so the Song army also relaxed its vigilance.

Wan Yan Chong led the people of the Wushitang to also cross the mountains and mountains, and it took several days to go around to the rear of Yanmen Pass.

The group spent a day recuperating in Daizhou City, and after inquiring about some news, they took advantage of the rainy night to come to Song Ying to assassinate them.

The wind and rain were combined, and there was a lot of water on the ground, and every foot of the samurai hall and others would splash half a foot high.

"Tread"

Another step down, at this time, the people of the Wushitang were less than ten miles away from the Song army camp.

Thousands of miles away in the Jingzhao Mansion Quanzhen Private School, Zhou Fan opened his eyes again and pinched his fingers.

"It's not a loss, it's luck, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and those who send the exercises are here. ”

The insight of the wall was activated, and the wooden cards in the arms of the eight Quanzhen disciples, including Wang Chongyang, began to vibrate violently.

"Hey"

"Hey"

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"There are twenty-six enemies from the south, and each of them is an invincible master of yours.

You wait to go here to stop it, and when the enemy approaches, use the magic spell. ”

As soon as the words fell, a place and the route to go came to the minds of the disciples.

"The disciple obeyed. ”

The eight of them hurriedly dressed themselves, took their swords with them, and gathered at the exit of the barracks in the rain to go together.

A circle of hills encloses Daizhou City, only the north side is missing, which is the only way to Yanmen Pass, and it is also the place where Zhou Fan arranged for his disciples to ambush the enemy.

Wang Chongyang and the others came here, each drew their swords, and waited for the enemy to arrive.

Wang Chongyang realized several swordsmanship techniques in the innate diagram, namely: Three Links, Wind Sweeping Leaves, Purple Electricity Piercing Clouds, and White Clouds Excess, and passed on these swordsmanship to others, so everyone will wear a sword.

A thunderbolt flashed, and in an instant, everyone saw a group of people wearing hats in the distance, rushing here in unison.

Wang Chongyang shouted lightly: "Please God."

All the Quanzhen disciples put their left hands on their chests and pointed at their swords, chanting in their mouths: "Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Ancestor Master, quickly manifest the spirit, subdue demons and protect my body." ”

Zhou Fan can be described as a conscience grandfather, who responds to requests.

A huge amount of spiritual power is infused into everyone's body, and the amount of their spiritual power is directly recharged to the maximum.

Only controlled the bodies of the other seven disciples, and Wang Chongyang had luck, and Fu Yuan still needed some tempering in front of him.

Wan Yan Chong, who was rushing to the front, saw that there was someone blocking him, his dark eyes glowed with a cold light like ice, and he shouted coldly: "Kill."

The other twenty-five Samurai Hall masters silently drew their blades, their eyes glowing with bloodthirsty light.

The two sides fought together in an instant, these twenty-five martial arts masters, all of them were first- and second-rate levels, if it was a head-to-head duel, the Quanzhen disciples were afraid that most of them would be killed in one round.

It's just that the Quanzhen disciples at this time, except for Wang Chongyang, were all controlled by Zhou Fan, and in an instant, they formed a formation, trapping the twenty-five warriors firmly in the formation.

Although Zhou Fan didn't study the formation too much, it wasn't that he couldn't, at least it wouldn't be worse than the Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation.

Perhaps it was the arrangement of fate, and as soon as Wan Yan Chong came, he fought with Wang Chongyang.

Although Wang Chongyang was not controlled physically, because of the spiritual power injected by Zhou Fan, the total amount of his spiritual power reached innate, and the quality was countless times stronger than that of innate.

So that although the internal force is not as strong as the other party, every move of the other party seems to be in slow motion, which is captured by Wang Chongyang.

At the beginning, Wang Chongyang fell into a disadvantage, and as the battle continued, Wang Chongyang's swordsmanship and body skills became more and more nuanced, his moves became more and more exquisite, and the situation began to be anxious.

Wan Yan Chong couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that the young man in front of him who had not dried up could be on par with himself, the number one master of Dajin.

"I thought that the Central Plains martial arts would be in a slump since the incident at Yanmen Pass thirty years ago, but I didn't expect that there was such a martial arts wizard as you, and you can't stay today. ”

Wan Yan Chong didn't want to be entangled here, so he used his stunt to break the ice.

Wang Chongyang only felt that the opponent's palm power was slightly stronger than his own at first, but after a few more rounds of fighting, he found that the opponent's palm power was getting stronger and stronger, and the palm speed was getting faster and faster.

"Bang"

After all, Wang Chongyang's internal strength was insufficient, although he used his sword to block the opponent's palm in time, but he was knocked away by him with his sword.

The center of gravity was unstable when he landed, and his heels kicked the ground continuously, and he glided some distance again.

During the gliding, I saw Wan Yan Chong like a wild goose spreading his wings, following closely above his head.

Looking at the posture of the slight trembling palm, I am afraid that I am ready to kill myself here in the next palm.

Calm, calm down.

As soon as he stepped on the muddy ground, his entire calf sank into the dirt with great force, splashing more than four feet high, and almost hitting a boulder.

Wang Chongyang stopped, his eyes staring at Wan Yan Chong, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, and the green tendons in his right hand holding the sword burst out.

"Die!"

The whistling palm wind blew the rain away, and it was seen that this powerful palm was about to hit the top of Wang Chongyang's head.

Wang Chongyang was in a hurry, his mental power intensified, and it seemed that someone around him had pressed the slow release button, and everything slowed down.

The raindrops seemed to be still in the air, and Wan Yanchong's palm was slowly pushing forward.

If the strength of one sword is insufficient, then there will be two swords, and if two swords are insufficient, there will be three swords.

With his right hand, he raised the sword and stabbed it into Wan Yanchong's palm.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

In an instant, the slow-motion picture was broken, and everything returned to normal in Wang Chongyang's eyes.

"Ding"

The sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the rainy night, and the hardness of the palm of the hand was not weaker than that of the blade, not to mention the innate master of Wan Yan Chong.

Wan Yan Chong only felt a huge force coming from his palm, and it seemed that the strength of the kid in front of him suddenly increased several times, and the whole person was bounced away.

Running the golden goose gong in the air, the whole person fell to the ground lightly, and there was no splash, which shows the wonder of its light work.

"What kind of swordsmanship did you just have? Wan Yan Chong can also be regarded as a martial arts idiot, and when he saw such a powerful swordsmanship for a while, he couldn't help but ask.

Wang Chongyang only felt that his internal force was empty, and he landed on the ground with his sword, seeing that the other party was unharmed, he thought that there was nothing he could do.

At most, it is only one death, and there is no fear, no sorrow and no joy: "One gas and three clear." ”

"Yes, yes, if it weren't for the fact that your realm is far inferior to mine, I'm afraid the winner or loser is still two words.

It's a pity that you and I are not friends or foes, and after Chong completes the task, you will be buried well. ”

After Yan Chong finished speaking, the soles of his feet stepped lightly on the water, and the whole person came, and the ten-successful frost and ice-breaking palm slapped Wang Chongyang.

And Wang Chongyang's eyes changed from indifferent to deep。。。。。。。

"Bang"

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the boulder was smashed with a palm.

Wan Yan Chong found that Wang Chongyang suddenly disappeared, obviously his eyes had been watching him, how could he disappear alive.

Standing where he was, looking around, there were the samurai who were still besieged by the formation, and the seven young men who were leisurely making moves with mysterious steps.

The rest of the directions were nothing, and the people really disappeared. The rain is still pouring, but it can't wipe away the confusion in Wan Yan Chong's heart.

Rainwater!

I didn't feel much rain!

Wan Yan Chong raised his head suddenly, but saw Wang Chongyang stepping on a long sword, hanging three feet above his head.

Wan Yan Chong felt a little that he had a conjecture, or maybe he had killed Wang Chongyang just now, but the other party turned into a ghost and asked for his life on the spot.

Immediately hissed and shouted: "You are a human or a ghost!"

At this roar, everyone in the samurai hall looked sideways and was immediately stunned.

The other seven Quanzhen disciples retreated, standing still.

Wang Chongyang, who saw the sky, said quietly: "Remember, you must read more books and learn knowledge in the future, only if you have enough knowledge can you be promoted to the grandmaster, and when the time comes, you will have a thousand wonderful methods to teach for the teacher."

This method is called flying body support, and it is infinitely useful, so you are optimistic. ”

I saw his sword finger raised slightly.

The blades of everyone present all shook wildly, and with a "poof", the blades broke free from everyone's hands, flew into the sky, and circled around Wang Chongyang's body.

The sword pointed at the twenty-five samurai, and the sword hummed and flew towards the samurai.

Wan Yan Chong saw "Wang Chongyang" performing ghost skills, and hurriedly kicked his legs, and Jin Yangong was used to the extreme, gliding away like a wild goose.

Before the samurai could escape, dozens of swords were interspersed, and blood mixed with rain fell to the ground and merged into the stagnant water.

The red river began to spread, and corpses fell limply.

"Wang Chongyang" glanced at Wan Yan Chong, who had fled for nearly a mile, and the sword turned into a streamer and shot away, as if dozens of meteors were dragging a long tail flame, and disappeared into the rain curtain.

After two breaths, the swords were all returned, the swords of the samurai sank to the ground, and the swords of the true disciples were all returned to their scabbards.

In addition, two books flew into the hands of "Wang Chongyang".

To say that Yan Chong is also a talent, he carries his own martial arts cheats with him, a book of frost and ice-breaking palms, and a book of Jin Yangong.

At this moment, "Wang Chongyang" controlled the "Flying Sword" to land slowly.

Zhou Fan's spiritual power receded, Wang Chongyang fainted on the spot, and the other seven disciples were just a little weak and fine.

The seven people bowed in the direction of Jingzhao Mansion and helped Wang Chongyang to the Song army camp.