"The people of the Wudang faction are the people of the Wudang faction, don't worry." Chunhua recognized at a glance Murong Feiyang, the great disciple of the Wudang Sect who had arrived at the horse. Everyone was relieved to see that it was the Wudang faction at this time, and they all looked at them blankly.

Murong Feiyang ran to him, and immediately dismounted and saw Chunhua and Zhengyi, as well as the senior brother of the Songshan faction.

Chunhua looked at Murong Feiyang happily, and immediately asked, "Feiyang, why are you here?" Did your master send you? ”

Murong Feiyang looked at Chunhua's appearance and felt shocked in his heart. Chunhua is now disheveled, her hair is a little messy, her face is black and white, and there is a lot of blood on her body.

The others were even more unbearable, many were injured, and there were fires burning all around. He looked at the raging fire next to him, he already understood a lot in his heart, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and said: "Head Chunhua, Master of Justice, I'm late, I'm late!" ”

Chunhua saw Murong Feiyang's painful self-blame, and her heart was also very uncomfortable. She knew that she hadn't told the Wudang faction that it would be good for Murong Feiyang to come. At this time, she only had gratitude to the Wudang faction in her heart, and there was nothing to blame there.

"Feiyang, don't do this, everyone calm down." Chunhua glanced at Murong Feiyang, he didn't seem to be in a good mood yet, so he said again: "Feiyang, you came just in time, now my junior brother and the master of Shaolin Temple must be here."

The knife burners have gone mad, and they don't want to stop us. Many of our brothers and sisters rushed to this gate with the determination to die.

Today, this gate is in our way. I don't know what's going on inside, we must find a way to rush in as soon as possible, lest those people be mad and take the junior disciples and the masters of the Shaolin faction! ”

"Yes, before I came, the abbot told me to avoid killing, and to settle it peacefully.

However, this Burning Sword Gate didn't say a word, and killed it, so that we all injured a lot of disciples!

This account must be remembered clearly, we must kill it as soon as possible, and let them taste the power of our famous and decent family! The righteous monk said eagerly, forgetting that he was a Buddhist disciple.

Many of the disciples next to him were infected by the words of the two of them, and they all listened attentively and waited.

Murong Feiyang listened to their brief introduction of the situation, and immediately said: "Head of Chunhua, Master of Justice, get out of the way, the door of the main altar of this Burning Sword Gate will be handed over to me." ”

Chunhua listened to Murong Feiyang's words and knew that he had an idea, so he hurriedly asked people to leave the gate. The crowd left the place quickly, but they still clung to the wall next to the gate, for fear of being hurt by the sudden mechanism and the people on it.

Murong Feiyang saw that the people of the three factions had left that gate, and immediately ordered the people from the Wudang faction to take out one big hook after another.

He hung all the hooks on the gate, and then ordered everyone to mount their horses and run in the opposite direction of the door.

The dozens of horses suddenly exerted their strength together, and then a loud sound was heard in front of the door. The gate was pulled by dozens of tall horses.

"Mr. Thirteen, if we don't take any more action, the door of our Burning Knife Gate will be opened." Mrs. Jin and the others heard the earth-shattering sound of the gate in the main hall, and after sending someone to investigate, they immediately said eagerly to the person who could speak in ventriloquism.

The person who was called Mr. Thirteen by Mrs. Jin turned his head to look at the elders and Mrs. Jin of the Burning Knife Gate above the main hall, sneered, and strode out.

Mrs. Jin didn't long see him walk out, and then she saw many of her disciples shouting and getting busy. Countless galloping figures walked through the front of the Burning Knife Gate Hall.

After a while, I heard a huge scream outside. Mrs. Jin sent someone to see what was going on with this voice, why was it so miserable, you should go and see.

The man went out for a while and came back, whispering in Mrs. Jin's ear to speak. Mrs. Jin said loudly: "Say it loudly, here are all the uncles, brothers, and younger brothers of the Jin family, what is there to hide." ”

After listening to Mrs. Jin's words, the man understood what she meant, and immediately shouted loudly: "Mr. Thirteen sent someone to put the oil and oil pot, and poured it down directly along the door wall. ”

"What a pan! How can this man be so cruel? Sister-in-law, who is this person, and now that he is doing this, isn't he counting all the sins on our Burning Knife Gate.

Even today, we were lucky enough to block the siege of the famous and decent people outside.

But what about later! Although our Burning Knife Sect is not a famous sect, it is not a vicious demonic way. Now, with such cruel means, how can we gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future. The old man before looked at Mrs. Jin worriedly and said.

Mrs. Jin savored his words, and knew in her heart that what he said made some sense. However, when it came to this, she could only listen to Mr. Thirteen. She believed that Mr. Thirteen would defeat those people out there, especially now!

The screams, the shouts grew louder and louder. Many disciples were already running back and forth on the main road in front of the main hall, busy. They had all sorts of things in their hands, and everything seemed to be so well organized.

At this time, the golden unicorn came over.

"What's going on outside, why is there such a shout. And our people are running around, it's messy, what are they doing! After Jin Qilin finished speaking, he walked to Mrs. Jin and found a place to sit down.

He slowly raised his head to look at his mother-in-law, and Mrs. Jin was also looking at him at this time.

"It's dangerous here, get out of here." Mrs. Jin looked at Jin Qilin with a concerned expression and said.

Before Jin Qilin could answer, someone from outside came to say again, shouting loudly: "Door master, the people outside have suffered a big loss, and they have come up with a way to pull the door, and they are about to come in, so you better find a place to hide quickly."

After the man had finished speaking, he quickly left. At this time, the old man from before slowly stood up and said with some difficulty: "Sister-in-law, let's go." There are as many as 1,000 famous factions outside, and we can't beat them with just a few people. ”

This person was also looking at the golden qilin on the side as he spoke, and he saw that the golden qilin suddenly came back, and he felt that there should be some hope, after all, this person was their door master, although he was still young.

However, he felt that he had a responsibility and was more necessary to keep him safe.

However, just as Mrs. Jin and the elders of the Burning Dao Sect who were sitting here were hesitating, they persuaded the Golden Qilin from time to time. The man known as "Mr. Thirteen" came in quietly. He held a giant sword in his hand and stood lightly on the ground, and then he heard the voice of ventriloquism.

"You all go up and fight to the death with the people who come!"