Li Zhichang!

The last generation of the Quanzhen Sect is in charge!

It was also eighty years ago, in the palace, the Taoist leader who debated the scriptures and martial arts!

He once witnessed with his own eyes that the blood of the ancestors of the Daomen was spilled in the palace, and the culprit was Ba Sipa!

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuncheng turned out to be his disciple, and even more unexpectedly, he was still alive!

No wonder Lu Yuncheng thought in his heart that he must come to take revenge, the Quanzhen Sect and the ** Temple will never die, as a disciple of Li Zhichang, he will die, and he will also be stabbed with a sword!

It's just that the sword gathered by the seven stars has long deviated from the Central Plains martial arts, and it is even more different from the swordsmanship and martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect, more like the secret method of the Tibetan spirit, Li Zhichang also fought in order to take revenge.

For no reason, Mo Li's mind suddenly crossed Zhang Sanfeng's shadow, if this big battle, his old man was defeated, then Wudang was very likely to repeat the mistakes of the Quanzhen Sect in the past!

Who will avenge them?

Thinking of the powerful martial arts cultivation displayed by Fang Cai Ba Si Pa, and the powerful secret method in the spiritual world, Mo Li sighed in his heart, although, although he had never seen Zhang Sanfeng really make a move, but could Zhang Sanfeng win?

He has no confidence in his heart, and whoever sees the methods of Paspa will not have any confidence in his heart.

Just when everyone was reminiscing about the shocking scene of the battle between gods and demons, the Mongolian general suddenly showed a fierce face and said sharply: "Come on, kill all these assassins!" ”

With a bang, all the soldiers raised their blades in unison, and the armor on their bodies clanged, soaring murderous, and rushed to their faces!

Seeing this, Mo Li's heart sank, but he didn't have any fear, but put the meridian sword with the broken blade on his left hand.

He was seriously injured, several meridians were broken, his true qi was blocked, and his lungs and intestines were also severely damaged, this is him, if he came here with a master who had never practiced foreign exercises, and was hit by that majestic palm force, I was afraid that he would become a puddle of mud on the spot!

But he didn't have a good time, his right hand was cracked, and he couldn't swing the sword at all, but fortunately, his dragon elephant was very hot in his cultivation, and this technique was very strong in resisting blows, and he could barely use it with the power of his body's qi and blood, but he couldn't fight for a long time.

Naturally, you can escape, but Mo Li can't go, because there is still a Lu Yuncheng lying on the ground.

Although the two have known each other for a short time, Mo Li likes this scholar very much.

Although this scholar is not good at martial arts, he has a pure heart, and he is a young man, and he does not hesitate to die in order to repay the great kindness of the teacher, and he comes thousands of miles to assassinate Ba Sipa, which is more commendable than Mo Li.

Mo Lilai, although he was also afraid that Zhang Sanfeng would have an accident, but this disaster was caused by him going to Dadu and killing the father and son of Ruyang Palace, and he really deserved to come.

"Slow ......"

On the sedan chair, the voice of Ba Si Pa came again.

The Mongolian general was puzzled, he looked back at the sedan chair, his face was strange, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Not to mention that Pasipa is the identity of the Great Yuan Emperor, just because he is a living Buddha in Tibet, this belief is enough for him to win the respect of countless grassland boys, this is a prestige status, even more respected than the current Yuan Emperor.

"Song Qingshu, the old monk asked you, are you afraid of death?" Phags-Pa Dao.

Mo Li didn't understand what he meant, but he still said calmly: "I'm afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm still afraid to die." ”

"Did you ever think you'd die here?"

"I thought about it, but I have to die!"

Mo Li said with a smile: "My master often says that when the eldest husband is alive, he has something to do and something he doesn't do, and killing the master is the right thing to do!" ”

"You are very good, as good as Li Zhichang's disciple, Zhang Zhenren has accepted a good apprentice, although the old monk has never seen the world-famous sword god Mo Li, but according to the old monk's view, in the future, your achievements will not be lower than that Mo Li." Phags-pa praised.

This is right, Mo Li smiled bitterly, in his life, his natural achievements will not be lower than Mo Li, but he will never want to surpass him.

"You go back and bring a message to Zhang Zhenren for the old monk."

With words, is this not killing yourself?

Mo Li raised his eyebrows, not sure what this living Buddha was thinking, he said, "What do you bring?" ”

"You tell him that the old monk has never owed anyone in his life, the covenant of Huashan, let him not forget, let's go."

When the voice fell, the monks should be, and they didn't wait for Mo Li to respond, and the monks immediately carried the sedan chair into the distance, and the living Buddha looked at Mo Li with a smile and didn't say anything.

No one cares about Mo Li, and no one cares about Lu Yuncheng.

Even if those Mongol cavalry had murderous intent, even if those monks did not necessarily want to let him go, none of them dared to act without the order of Ba Sipa.

The procession went farther and farther, and slowly disappeared from view, and gradually, even the sound of chanting and horses' hooves could not be heard.

No more accidents have happened, and no one dares to come out to provoke, and the corpses in one place and the two young people who were injured are the best examples.

The cold wind blew, rolling up the dead leaves on the street, and Mo Li only felt that today's winter night was exceptionally cold, bitterly cold.

Since his debut, he has won many battles and won many battles, and he is under the siege of so many top masters in Ruyang Palace, and he can't help him.

But today, an old monk who is over 100 years old makes him feel like he is looking up to the mountains......

Sighing softly, Mo Li stood up from the spot with his sword and staggered towards Lu Yuncheng.

At this point, it is no longer out of his control, and who wins and who loses in the debate can only be pinned on Zhang Sanfeng.

For the first time in his life, Mo was filled with a sense of helplessness.

……

"Ancestor! Patriarch! ”

When Lu Yuncheng woke up, he found that he was no longer on that long street.

At this moment, he was lying on a soft big bed, covered with brocade bedding, warm and comfortable.

The long streets, the cold nights, the cavalry, the monks, everything, it was like a dream, a real and somewhat excessive dream.

He tried hard to sit up from the bed, but as soon as he moved, it was like a signal, and every muscle in his body seemed to be rebelling, exuding a strange tingling pain, and his head was more like someone had slashed and slashed it.

"Oops......"

With a weak moan, Lu Yuncheng collapsed on the bed weakly, giving up the idea of struggling to get up.

"Brother Lu, are you awake?"

Lu Yuncheng's ears heard Mo Li's voice with a little joy, he reluctantly turned his head to look, but saw that there was a bed beside him, on which sat a small Taoist with delicate eyebrows, it was Mo Li who was walking with him.

It's just that at this moment, this long appearance is very embarrassed, his entire right hand is wrapped in gauze, his face is as pale as snow, and his expression is very sluggish, but there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously very happy to see that he has woken up.

"Daochang Song, did I say I have a trick earlier, can you see it?" Lu Yuncheng said weakly.

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