This tea shed was originally built of thatch, and when I heard a sneer, it seemed that a sharp weapon broke through the air, and the "wall" made of thatched grass was swung open by a sword, revealing six hidden figures.

"Dang" There was a sound of gold and iron, and under the splashing of sparks, a sword forced the golden spine smashed by the red-robed monk.

This swordsman was a middle-aged man with a white face and a cold expression, and the sword momentum turned, like catkins in the wind, and stabbed out unsteadily.

The red-robed monk only felt that this sword was coming strangely and flickeringly, as if it was aimed at his throat, and it seemed to be the center of his eyebrows, heart and other vital points, and he couldn't grasp it for a while, so he was forced to retreat.

At the same time, the Tong brothers also joined forces to attack, resisting Tan Jiugong and Deng Bingkun, both sides punched and kicked, fierce and violent, and there was a continuous muffled sound under the collision of force.

Tong Banjin shouted: "Tan Jiugong, Deng Bingkun, you two are also famous figures in the rivers and lakes for many years, why do you want to be the Manchu lackey and be embarrassed?" ”

Tan Jiugong was silent, he was known as the "soul chasing legs", and at this moment, his legs danced like rings, interlocking, bringing huge pressure to the Tong brothers.

Deng Bingkun sneered: "Good birds choose trees to perch, you cross your single-plank bridge, I enjoy my glory and wealth!" ”

Seeing that the Tong brothers were full of anger, he shouted again: "Don't talk nonsense, let's see the real chapter under your hands!" Let's see if your brothers are great, or if my monument opener is better! ”

The white-faced middle-aged swordsman with a long sword in his hand, flying like a cloud, shrouded the monk in his moves, and said: "I'll deal with this monk, you go and save the fourth brother." ”

When the rest of the people heard this, they bypassed the battlefield and rushed to the direction of the prisoner cart in two ways.

"Want to save someone? Asked me if you had not, stay with me. ”

The coquettish voice sounded, Zhu Tao's hands flew, her five fingers wide open, as if five little snakes were "sneering" and spitting out letters, flexible and fast, her body writhed like a big python, and she actually entangled two Red Flower Society experts with her own strength.

The changes in the tea shed immediately alarmed the others, and Elder Jiang was the first to react, swept to the side of the carriage, and waited outside without leaving an inch.

The remaining three Red Flower Society experts saw Elder Jiang and the others, and one of them snorted angrily: "The Wudang Sect's reputation for hundreds of years will definitely be destroyed in Bai Mei's hands." ”

Another person shouted in a low voice: "Don't care about Wudang, as long as they don't attack us, then don't pay attention to it, kill it first, and rescue the fourth brother." ”

While speaking, the three of them rose to their feet, and while the officers and soldiers guarding could not react, they rushed forward with a fierce attack, and the sword light and sword shadow flashed, and blood splashed everywhere.

The "fourth brother" in their mouth is a big man in the Red Flower Society, who was accidentally caught by the Qing court masters more than half a month ago.

"Elder Jiang, what should we do?"

A group of Wudang disciples looked at each other, a little panicked, especially the four new disciples except for Song Mingjing, it was the first time they had seen this battle of life and death, looking at the bloody scene, they couldn't help but be shocked with cold hands and feet, and their faces were colorless.

Elder Jiang waved his hand and said indifferently: "Don't worry about it so much, you all gather here and protect the 'son'!" ”

He looked at the three good players of the Red Flower Society who had entered the ranks of the officers and soldiers, and showed pity on his face: "As for these people, they are just killing themselves." ”

Song Mingjing raised his eyes and saw that the three of them from the Red Flower Society joined forces, and the blockers were invincible, and the Qing soldiers all retreated, allowing them to rampage into the center.

It's just that the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear, where are those Qing soldiers defeated, they clearly deliberately retreated, and let the three of them go straight to the core, falling deeper and deeper.

Thinking of the actions of the red-robed monk that night, Song Mingjing had a guess in his heart, but he was afraid that it was not their companions who were being imprisoned in the prisoner car, but a trap that attracted people.

Thinking of this, Song Mingjing shook his head, and suddenly said: "It is indeed self-defeating, but unfortunately it may not be them who died!" ”

A Wudang disciple beside him heard his words, and immediately scolded loudly: "Senior Brother Zhang, what do you mean by this? It's not them who died, but ...... us? ”

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, the whole person suddenly flew backwards and slammed into a large tree trunk beside the road, his face turned pale for a moment, his body was soft, and he couldn't get up.

In an instant, the eyes of everyone in the Wudang faction were fixed on Song Mingjing, and their faces were shocked: "Zhang Yunxu, are you crazy?" ”

Song Mingjing was calm, ignoring the shocked gazes of many disciples, staring at Elder Najiang and saying, "My surname is Song, Song Mingjing!" ”

"What Song is not Song? Aren't you Zhang Yunxu? ”

A group of Wudang disciples only felt inexplicable, thinking that "Zhang Yunxu" couldn't stand this cruel killing field, and was stimulated to go crazy.

"Come back!"

Only Elder Jiang had a solemn face and retreated from the disciples, while he took a step forward, confronted Song Mingjing, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Huh!" Song Mingjing chuckled, and casually tore off a film-like, translucent mask from his cheek, revealing a handsome face, although it was somewhat similar to Zhang Yunxu's face, but at this moment, how could Zhang Yunxu's undisguised flying look be compared?

Elder Jiang couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes when he saw such a miraculous disguise technique.

It's not that there is no way to disguise on the rivers and lakes, but this kind of fake and real is unique, and it is only seen in life.

"You worked hard to infiltrate my Wudang faction, and now you are actively exposed, why is it?" Elder Jiang said coldly.

"Painstaking?!" Song Mingjing smiled dumbly, and said with a smile: "The elder is really wrong about this, I really didn't have much effort to sneak into Wudang, as for showing it now, it's because I have to let the elder know who killed you!" ”

Before the words fell, there was a long sword fight, and it was Elder Jiang who took the lead, but when he saw the streamer flashing, the long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed, and it instantly stabbed Song Mingjing's chest.

This sword was gaining momentum, and the speed of the sword was extremely fast, even the Wudang disciples standing beside Elder Jiang were unaware, but this sword had no time to make a meritorious contribution before it was paused.

The two palms slapped in the air, and the long sword was locked like iron tongs, and the strength was over, and there was a trembling sound of "collapse", and the long sword had been broken alive.

"This hand of mine is the third in Wudang's six-step hand, how does Elder Jiang think I have learned?"

Song Mingjing asked casually, his body suddenly advanced, and with a palm, the air made a "pop" sound, like a firecracker exploded out of thin air.

The palm broke through the wind, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Elder Jiang, who raised his palm to greet him, hit each other with both palms, and was slightly stalemate in mid-air, Elder Jiang's face changed drastically, only to feel that the opponent's palm power was like a sword mountain and sword mountain, piercing the palm of the palm in severe pain, and then it was like a torrent of yin wind, surging wave after wave.

This is clearly the cultivation of Taiyi Mianzhang to the superior realm of rigidity and softness, and that strength is also quite familiar to him, and he can't help but blurt out: "Mixed Yuan Tongzi Gong?!" It turned out to be you! ”

With a "bang", his arm could no longer bear the force, and suddenly broke apart, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Song Mingjing let out a long roar, jumped towards the officers and soldiers of the Qing court, his body spread out in the air like a big bird, his whole body was shaken, and a warm current flowed through his whole body in the blink of an eye, as if he had broken through some kind of shackles, but the magic skill of King Kong was small at this moment.