"What are you afraid of, he's seriously injured now, and we're still afraid that we won't be able to beat him together!"

"That black sword is a peerless divine weapon, how can it fall into the hands of such a wicked person."

"This kid has been hiding in Qingcheng Mountain for two years, and his martial arts have become so powerful, he must have obtained the secret book of divine skills."

"That's it! Lin Pingzhi, the head of Qingcheng, has made great progress in martial arts in the past two years, most of them are with his help, everyone has killed him and obtained the cheats, and everyone will become masters by then! ”

Under the instigation of those who have a heart, the people surrounding Yang Mo seem to have risen a lot of courage, and gradually shrink from the encirclement.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi, who was dressed in a happy suit, suddenly rushed over with a sword, followed by Yue Lingshan, who had lifted his hijab, and behind them were a group of Qingcheng disciples.

Among these people, the longest martial arts training has only been nearly two years, but despite their timidity, none of them retreated.

Because they all understood that if Yang Mo died today, the Qingcheng faction would never be able to escape the annihilation, and their lives would not be guaranteed.

In the main hall, Ning Zhong wanted to go up to help, but was suddenly stopped by Yue Buqun with a cold hand.

In Yue Buqun's eyes, the fierce ambition was churning.

Zuo Lengchan is dead, most of the Songshan faction has been killed, if he practices the evil sword spectrum, then the position of the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, who can snatch it from him.

In order to carry forward the Huashan faction, how could he help Yang Mo fight against these hundreds of masters of the rivers and lakes, even if his daughter was among the besieged.

When Yue Buqun was planning in his heart, outside the encirclement, Ling Hu Chong held a long sword to block it.

"Brother Chong, what are you doing!"

Ren Yingying asked puzzledly, now that Yang Mo is injured, it is the best opportunity to avenge his dead companion.

Ling Hu Chong shook his head and said, "Believe me, I'm doing this for your good." ”

What kind of person is that, how can he be persuaded by Ling Hu Chong.

In his heart, there is no East undefeated in this Jianghu, and there is no kid in front of him, then he is the first in the world.

"Yingying, help me stop this stupid boy!"

After Ren Wuxing finished speaking, he rushed towards the crowd, and Ling Hu Chong wanted to go up to intercept it, but was stopped by Ren Yingying with a sword.

That Ren Yingying completely used rogue tricks, as long as Ling Hu Chong wanted to intercept Ren I, she would send herself to Ling Hu Chong's sword.

In the face of Ren Yingying, Ling Hu Chong really couldn't kill him, so he could only watch Ren Xing leave.

The two sides confronted each other in such silence in a solemn atmosphere, as if they could hear each other's breath.

I don't know how long it took, but finally someone on the besieging side couldn't hold his breath anymore, and slashed at Yang Mo with a big knife.

Driven by this person, the besiegers heard a whistling sound, and they all rushed towards Yang Mo.

Before Yang Mo's body moved, he saw Lin Pingzhi next to him and everyone leading everyone to meet him first, and took a lot of attacks.

Everyone saw that Lin Ping's long sword was as fast as lightning, going in and out of the crowd, killing several people in a few moves.

Looking at his sword parrying posture, it was somewhat similar to Yang Mo's move, which was a sword technique that relied on speed.

As for Yang Mo, looking at the big knife that was slashing at him in front of him, he raised his eyebrows and swung out the long sword.

After a black sword light, the person in front of him was swept in half by him.

Looking at the man's painful struggle, the rest of the people only felt a cold air rushing to their heads, and they were scared from their heads to their feet.

"Not good! He's not hurt, he's not ......"

The one who rushed to the front shouted in panic.

But before the man could finish speaking, a white figure suddenly appeared, followed by a black sword body from the bottom to the top, breaking out of the skull.

After that, in the eyes of everyone, the terrifying white figure continued to flicker and rush through the crowd, and the black sword was like a dragon killing wildly.

Between the rise and fall of the black sword, there were screams in front of the Qingcheng Palace, and the severed limbs flew sideways.

In less than a quarter of an hour, in front of the main hall originally paved with cyan stone slabs, there were already corpses all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed, dyeing the cyan color dark red.

At this time, except for the remaining four sects of the Wuyue Sword Sect, Shaolin and Wudang, the Jianghu people who participated in the siege had been killed by Yang Mo.

Not far away, Ren Wuxing was fighting with Lin Pingzhi.

Looking at the situation, because of the injury of the Inner Mansion, Ren Xing is obviously not Lin Pingzhi's opponent, and the defeat is in an instant.

On the side, it was originally Ren Yingying who blocked Ling Hu Chong, but now it is indeed Ling Hu Chong who is blocking Ren Yingying and does not let him come forward to help.

Because Ling Hu Chong understands that if Ren Yingying dares to help, he will definitely die today.

Ren Yingying saw that her father was about to lose, and shouted angrily: "Lin Pingzhi, if you dare to kill my father, I will destroy you in the future." ”

When Lin Pingzhi heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand sped up a few points, and he was ready to kill Ren Wuxing.

But at this time, he saw a black sword light attacking, blocking Lin Pingzhi's long sword.

"You ......"

Lin Pingzhi looked at Yang Mo who was blocking him, and his face was puzzled.

Yang Mo didn't give Lin Pingzhi an explanation, just looked at Ren Yingying in the distance.

"If it weren't for Ling Hu Chong today, you would have died a long time ago."

Saying that, his body suddenly moved, and a palm was imprinted on the heart of Ren Xing, and he killed Ren Wu Xing on the spot.

"If you want revenge, come to me."

Seeing that I was going to die, Ling Hu Chong's expression was gloomy, and he didn't pay attention to blocking Ren Yingying beside him for a while, letting him burst through.

In the face of the enemy who killed her father, Ren Yingying couldn't care about the difference in martial arts, and the long sword in her hand went straight to Yang Mo's throat.

To deal with Ren Yingying's attack, Yang Mo didn't even use a sword, and only used two fingers to clamp the long sword.

In the panicked "don't" sound of Hu Chong, he slapped his palm on Ren Yingying's sea of qi, directly abolishing the opponent's martial arts.

Regardless of Ren Yingying, who was shaking her body and her face was pale, Yang Mo glanced at Ling Hu Chong indifferently and said, "The friendship between you and me has been exhausted so far." ”

After Yang Mo finished speaking, he took a deep look at Qingcheng Mountain behind him, and couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the beautiful landscape.

"You're leaving?"

Hearing Yang Mo sigh, I don't know why, Lin Pingzhi suddenly felt this feeling in his heart, so he asked.

When Yang Mo heard this, he nodded and said, "In the future, this Qingcheng Mountain will depend on you." ”

After speaking, he carried the black sword and slowly walked out of the Qingcheng Sect Mountain Gate.

Looking at the lonely back, Lin Pingzhi used his complicated gaze to bid farewell to the person who changed his fate and was also a teacher and friend.

For a period of time after that, gossip repeatedly spread in the rivers and lakes, such as the Songshan faction being wiped out overnight, and the Black Wood Cliff being attacked by mysterious people.

Three months later, on the mountain behind the Chongyang View of Zhongnan Mountain, Yang Mo, who had recovered from his injuries, quietly looked at the beautiful scenery of Zhongnan under the dusk.

He carried the black sword in his hand, and felt the heavier and heavier pressure around him, muttering to himself.

"The rivers and lakes are endless, and the wind and rain are scattered for a few spring and autumn. People come and go, and they are still lonely in their hearts. ”

As the words fell, I saw a colorful bubble gradually emerge around his body, enveloping him in it.

Then a flash of white light flashed, and he disappeared from the world.