Ke hattian suddenly retreated, which caught everyone present off guard, Gai was too famous because of this, even if he was unexpectedly defeated by Miao Yunyong, everyone thought that this person would be able to fight again, and it was not necessarily that this one would end in such a hurry.

But Ke Haotian's sudden retreat made Miao Yunyong's heart suddenly rise a little uneasy, he stared at the swaying trees and leaves and flowers behind him, and the originally calm scenery actually made him feel a strange sense of disobedience under the continuous gaze.

"Not good!"

Miao Yunyong suddenly shouted: "Everyone be careful! ”

At the moment when his words fell, arrows rained down into the sky, like a rapidly moving dark cloud, and the shadow almost engulfed the entire sky, it was an arrow!

Under Miao Yunyong's reminder, the Wudang disciples who reacted in time waved their swords in groups to resist, but the unknown dart masters suffered heavy losses, and they died in this wave of arrows almost instantly.

The rain of arrows lasted for seven waves, almost every inch of the land was planted with snow-white feathers, and after the rain of arrows stopped, Miao Yunyong looked solemnly at the scene of corpses all over the field in front of him, and his heart sank uncontrollably.

Song Yangui immediately pulled out a feather arrow on the ground, his eyes were fixed on the arrow, and after a while, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not a crossbow arrow."

This judgment is extremely important, because of the danger of crossbow arrows, except for the army of the imperial court, no one is allowed to hide a large number of strong crossbows in the world, and even ordinary bows and crossbows will be strictly controlled.

Since it is not a crossbow arrow, then Song Yangui is at least eighty percent sure, this ambush is very similar to the style of Jinyiwei, and Jinyiwei is not really involved in it.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Song! ”

The call of the Wudang disciples on the side made Song Yan return to his senses, it turned out that the wave of arrow rain just now, although the Wudang disciples had been prepared, they were still injured several times.

"Senior brother!"

Song Yangui looked at Miao Yunyong, who bowed slightly, and then swept out with an arrow step, leaving only one sentence: "Senior brother, you and a few elders will protect the injured disciple, and leave the rest to me!" ”

Miao Yunyong dodged into the dense forest, and after a while, there was a sound of confrontation, Song Yangui listened to the bottom of his heart, and just when he was about to make a move, a flying sword directly attacked and killed him behind him.

"Damn it!"

Song Yangui swung his sword with his backhand, and the power of the flying sword shook him back seven or eight steps before he stabilized his figure, and sure enough, Ke Haotian's figure appeared from the darkness again.

"It seems that Senior Ke doesn't seem to be convinced by the victory just now?" Saying that, Song Yangui didn't dare to be careless, he immediately took the sword and killed, he was not as good as his senior brother who comprehended the true meaning of the Tai Chi Qingling Sword Technique and made great progress in martial arts, in the face of such a demon master, he had to sacrifice his life to have a chance of winning.

"It seems that you are much worse than your senior brother."

Ke hated the sky sword pointed a little, the flying sword rushed into the sky, and then divided into thirteen sword lights and fell from the sky, sealing all the ways of Song Yan's retreat, and in the cage of sword qi, the other party didn't even have a chance to break the formation.

"Qi Yunzi's luck is good, but that's all."

Ke Hatian raised his hand to recall the flying sword back into his hand, he looked at Song Yangui, and said lightly: "Among his seven apprentices, two of them can comprehend that kind of sword technique, it is already the mercy of God, the water is full, the moon is overflowing, and the moon is full, half of the fortune of the Wudang faction is on your senior brother, it is really a pity." ”

I don't know how many times Ke Hatian sighed today, Song Yangui ignored the other party's meaningful speech, and just blindly attacked the sword formation, until the sword body trembled and opened his mouth again and again, and even his palm and tiger mouth burst out bloody, and then stopped.

Thirteen sword lights, most of which had been destroyed at this moment, Ke Hatian looked up, silently sent the long sword in his hand forward, the flying sword came out of the cage, and once it flew over the ninefold heavenly dome, it turned into starlight and smashed down to the earth, and a group of Wudang disciples were swallowed by the sword light in the blink of an eye.

"Stop!"

Song Yangui was dumbfounded, he roared and swung his sword to destroy the last part of the sword array, and then swept his sword into the air, slashing out several sword qi one after another regardless of consumption, even so, it could only block a little starlight.

When the stars fell and the clouds and rain stopped, Song Yangui knelt on the ground with his sword and gasped, and the surroundings were in a mess, except for the three or two Wudang elders who could barely stand, the rest of the disciples were almost all lying down, life and death were unknown, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the death-like silence made people almost desperate.

"Ke hated the sky!" Song Yangui's anger burned his eyes, and he only heard him say hatefully: "My senior brother respects you as a senior of the Daomen, and you have just left a little strength in the competition, you dare - you dare!" ”

Ke Hatian said indifferently: "Your senior brother respects the chivalry and Taoism in his heart, not my predecessor, but he was indeed merciful just now, although I can still beat him by half a son in the competition of internal strength, but if I try to compete with swordsmanship, it is not impossible for him to take my life, in terms of the understanding of Taoist swordsmanship, he can now be called the top three in the world." ”

Saying that, Ke hattian said again: "It's just that I am a person of the Demon Dao, benevolence, righteousness, honor and disgrace are like a cloud of smoke to me, he spared my life, why do I have to be grateful to him, the Chen family promised me enough reward, as long as I kill you, can I let you go, will the Miao head bid for the Chen family." ”

"You!" Although Song Yangui also knew that it was pointless to talk about morality with people of the Demon Dao, Ke Haotian's shameless appearance still made him angry.

The people who went down the mountain with them this time were the best among the inner disciples, even though these people are still in the end, but in the near future, they will definitely be able to become the pillars of Wudang like Song Yangui and them, but now, all this has become impossible.

Looking at Song Yangui, who was struggling to get up, Ke Hatian said indifferently: "Your life is more expensive than these people, if no one bids, Poor Dao doesn't want to kill you, but if you have to seek death, then Poor Dao doesn't mind giving you a ride." ”

"No more nonsense!" Song Yangui let out a loud shout, dragging his broken body towards Ke Hatian to kill, the injured beast is often the most terrifying, not to mention that this beast still has boundless hatred in his heart.

In the chaos of the sword light, in the eyes of others, it seemed that Song Yangui was really able to suppress Ke Hatian, but only he knew that it was just because the other party was not serious.

Ke Hatian was not merciful to his subordinates, but he had been paying attention to the movement not far away, and when the killing sound outside completely stopped, the iron sword in his hand cut off Song Yangui's sword that had become famous in a hundred battles, leaving a deep scar on the opponent's chest by the way.

Then, he immediately pulled back and retreated, but the blood-light sword qi raged like a flying fire meteor, as if a flame had hit Ke Haotian's sword, shaking him to snort, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Miao has been taught." Ke Hatian looked up deeply, and then fled without looking back.

Miao Yunyong didn't chase after him, he immediately inserted the Heavenly Fierce Sword into the ground beside him, and then helped Song Yangui to sit down, and transferred his true qi to heal him.

After a long while, Song Yangui relieved his breath: "Thank you, senior brother." ”

Miao Yunyong nodded, then glanced at the disciples who had suffered heavy losses rather complicatedly, and said in a deep voice: "You elders are tired, please bring these disciples back to Wudang Mountain to settle down, and I won't go back." ”

"Senior brother?!" Song Yangui looked at him in shock and said in disbelief: "Could it be that at this point, you still have to go to see the people of the Chen family?" ”

"Yes." Miao Yunyong calmly admitted.

Song Yangui was a little difficult to accept: "Now that Wudang has suffered heavy losses, it is precisely when you are needed to be in charge of Wudang, if you leave at this time, then the evil people of the Demon Dao will go and return, how should we deal with it!" ”

"If I retire like this, it will really be a catastrophe for Wudang, junior brother, the inheritance of Wudang is not in the so-called reputation and a few volumes, but here," Miao Yunyong sighed lightly, he looked at Song Yangui, raised his hand and pointed to his heart, and then pointed to the long sword in his hand, and said: "So I have to go." ”

(End of chapter)