The Thousand Faces Dharma King fled, but everyone was not able to rejoice, looking at the corpses everywhere, they felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts in addition to anger at the moment.

A Xuantian Sect King with a broken arm would be able to play with dozens of their masters who had been famous for a long time in the palm of their hands, if it weren't for the timely arrival of Wudang Great Elder Shangyangzi, I am afraid that they would all be unable to escape death.

The strength of the Xuantian Sect is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but in the past, when the righteous demons were in turmoil, they were just spectators in the stands, at most they were just marginal characters on the stage.

This time, they were fortunate enough to be the protagonists of the dispute, and they had personally experienced the supreme power of the Xuantian Sect Dharma King, which can only be said to be good and bad.

On the bright side, several masters such as Si Luochao and Su Xiuxiu, after seeing the power of the Thousand Faces Dharma King, have made up their minds to try to climb the peak of martial arts to the next level.

On the bad side, among the survivors of this battle, there are also a few who have been completely beaten to the point of losing their spirits, looking like they have lost their souls, if nothing else, after they go back, they will soon choose to go into hiding, and no longer care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

Everyone simply gathered the corpses of their fellow Daoists, and Xiang Suifeng of the Kunlun faction stepped forward with a pale face.

"Ahem, ahem!" Xiang walked up to Shangyangzi with the wind, holding his chest, as if he had suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Si Luochao had already used his true qi to warm his body at this time, and his normal movement was no longer hindered, he saw Xiang Suifeng's weak appearance, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the other party, and said with concern: "Brother Xiang, is there a big problem?" ”

"It's okay, it's just a little injury, I'm tired of Xuantan Dao." Xiang Suifeng pulled out a smile, but it was obviously holding on.

Shangyangzi glanced at Sui Feng, slowly raised his right hand, landed a few fingers on the opponent's chest, and then landed on the opponent's dantian, transporting a pure true qi to regulate it.

Xiang Suifeng frowned, his face changed several times, and finally he snorted, spit out the blood, and his face suddenly improved a lot.

He thanked Shangyangzi and said, "Thank you, senior!" ”

"Don't use your true qi for three days, if you can rest on the couch, it will be better." Kamiyoko admonished.

"Juniors get it." Xiang Suifeng saluted Shangyangzi again, and in addition to gratitude, there was a strong color of envy in his eyes.

Everyone present is a famous master in the rivers and lakes, and just now Shangyangzi's casual shot, everyone can feel the pure power of the sun.

In the world, only the martial arts of the Wudang faction can practice such the power of the sun, and what can achieve such an achievement is naturally not ordinary martial arts, and the name of the legendary exercise invariably appears in everyone's hearts - Jiuyang Shengong.

At this moment, even Si Luochao, one of the seven sons of Wudang, was slightly distracted, because even he himself had not practiced such divine skills, and like many senior brothers and disciples, what they practiced was Wudang Jiuyang Gong that had been modified by their predecessors.

Wudang Jiuyang Gong was born from the peerless martial arts Jiuyang Divine Skill, although the difficulty of cultivation has been reduced, but the power and utility have also been reduced a lot, only about the extent of the original version of the third or fourth layer, but even so, it can be regarded as the best internal strength in the rivers and lakes.

As for why Si Luochao practiced Wudang Jiuyang Gong instead of the real Jiuyang Divine Skill, it was not that the Wudang Party hid his disciples from him, but that the threshold for practicing Jiuyang Divine Skill was extremely high, even with the talent of the seven sons of Wudang, only two of them successfully practiced this martial art.

Obviously, Si Luochao is not among them. After Shangyangzi stabilized his injuries for Xiang Suifeng, Master Lingwu also came forward to meet him, and sighed: "If it weren't for the Dao Chief's timely arrival, Lao Gu and the others would all become ghosts under the hands of the Demon Daoists." ”

"Master Lingwu, it's been a long time," Shangyangzi made a gesture, looked at the old Lingwu, and showed a rare smile on his face: "It's really gratifying to meet the old man again at this age." "Master Lingwu and Shangyangzi are people of the same generation, and the age difference is also very small, as the master of the Lingzi generation of Northern Shaolin, he is older than many disciples of the same generation, and he is the same age as the abbot of Lingxu.

"It turns out that the Taoist still remembers the old man." Master Lingwu's sad face also showed a slight smile, and he folded his hands and saluted: "When I saw it, the Dao Master's swordsmanship attainments have become more and more profound, and the old man has congratulated him here." Shangyangzi shook his head and said: "Why should the master be humble, if it weren't for the fact that you don't want to meditate on martial arts, but insist on walking in this world, I'm afraid that the master's current achievements will not be under the poor path." "This is not Shangyangzi's touting, although in the rivers and lakes, age cannot be equated with martial arts, and even most of the time, as they get older, under the erosion of time, most people's martial arts will become weaker.

Like Shangyangzi and Meng Yuan, these old and strong people are a minority after all, and among the righteous path masters who are fighting with the Thousand Faces Dharma King today, there are also many gray-haired people, and most of them have become underground souls at this moment.

But Master Lingwu is different, although the beliefs are different, but even Shangyangzi, who was born in Taoism, has to admit that Lingwu is indeed a devout believer, and everything he does in his life is to cross people.

Like the world-renowned master of non-return, the spiritual enlightenment of doing good deeds everywhere to save people from suffering is also known as the living Buddha.

Back then, he was also a master with the same strength as Shangyangzi and others, but his martial arts stagnated many years ago, and the old monk who walked the rivers and lakes to help the common people did not have more energy to focus on martial arts.

"Amitabha." Regarding Shangyangzi's praise, Lingwu just bowed his head and did not make any answer.

Following Master Lingwu and Xiang Suifeng, everyone else who had just walked from the edge of life and death also stepped forward to thank Shangyangzi, and finally Su Xiuxiu, the head of Emei, also asked a question in everyone's hearts after thanking him-

"Why did Shangyozi's seniors come here?" Wudang is not close to here, and the Xuantian Sect and Jinyiwei that everyone encountered, this is all temporary, how can Shangyangzi be unpredictable.

In this regard, Shangyangzi explained: "Not long ago, someone sent a letter to Wudang, and when you waited for the encirclement and suppression of the Xuantian Sect Demon Dao this time, there were many crises. Shangyangzi said easily, but everyone could hear it, the key to this matter was this letter, judging from the other party's expression, Wudang didn't know the person who sent the letter.

But this letter can not only be sent to Wudang unknowingly, but also can win the trust of the two Wudang old rivers and lakes, which shows its specialness.

"No matter what, thank you seniors for saving your life." Su Xiuxiu thanked everyone again.

Shangyangzi waved his hand, his gaze stayed on Su Xiuxiu for a while, and said in a surging voice: "It's here, everyone is injured a lot tonight, you might as well rest here for a few days before moving...... There are still some things that Poor Dao wants to talk to Su Zhangmen, I don't know if it's convenient? Su Xiuxiu bowed slightly, she was invited by Wudang to come to the Central Plains, but at this time, the affairs of the Daomen can be put aside first, after all, there is not only the Xuantian Sect watching them outside, and the hungry wolf has not appeared.

She was about to inform Jinyiwei about it, when she suddenly heard a sound of fighting behind her, and everyone's faces changed.

Are there enemies in this yard?!