The sword blade pointed to, the red sword had already torn apart a piece of black clothes on Chongjun's chest, Chongjun hurriedly wanted to get rid of Lu Weisheng's entanglement, stepped on the light gong and retreated, his hand was black and steaming, and he was about to press down and grab the sword.

The night was already about to break, and he saw it in his eyes, and wanted to use his hand to crack the sword.

"Humph!"

How can it be so easy, Zong Taohan snorted, the red mangs on the sword body were sheng, but the moment the two of them just came into contact, Chongjun only felt that there was a large piece of charcoal on the blade in his hand, which was extremely hot, and his black gas was directly dissolved when it met this blood-colored light, and that sword qi finally arrived, Chongjun could only resist desperately, and the same sword slashed out, the sword qi was filled with black, and when it met with Zong Taohan's sword qi, this red mang continued to slash without resistance.

A large piece of blood flew out, Zong Taohan's sword passed through Chongjun's abdomen, Chongjun vomited a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly slapped Zong Taohan!

This palm was unavoidable, and the red true qi in Zong Taohan's palm also hit out, and the two of them were facing each other at the moment, and countless waves of qi were swung up between the two, and finally Chongjun actually took three steps back.

As for Zong Taohan, he flew out upside down and was caught by Lu Weisheng, the old man's body was lighter than before, Lu Weisheng knew in his heart that this junior brother of his......

After all, it was Master's decision.

Lu Weisheng had tears in his eyes, but the next moment he wiped away the tears, Chongjun was not dead, but he was seriously injured, and in his anger, he found that the sword of this dying old man was so terrifying, it was entangled with cause and effect, and the strange blood qi was entangled in his wounds, and the abdomen that had just been injured began to fester, and it looked terrifying!

"Damn!" Chongjun's shout contained internal strength, spreading out, and his body was full of black energy, but he also knew that if he continued to fight at this moment, he would be alone after all, and he would not be able to defeat so many peerless masters, so he had to withdraw first and think about it in the long run, but now that he was seriously injured, how to break through?

There's wind in your ears!

The wind blew up the sky full of snow, and countless shadows flew from the cliffs behind him! There were red-clothed swordsmen, and there were black-clothed armor soldiers, Li Chun and the hall chief Qin stepped into the air, and finally Qin Wuxian with an evil face, did not wear his mask anymore, and let out a disgusting sneer: "Ling Tianmen? After a thousand years, this mountain should also disappear from the rivers and lakes." ”

Lu Weisheng just threw out a sword, and the sword qi swayed over, this sword qi was arrogant Qin Wuxian's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly dodged, and the dozen or so people behind him couldn't dodge at all, trying to resist, using all his strength was useless, and he was torn to pieces by the powerful sword qi in the air!

"Qin Wuxian!" Chen Cheng made a move, he quickly stepped into the air with a sharp sword, wanting to stop him, but there was one more person in front of him, Hall Chang Qin wielded the broken sword, the broken sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and he couldn't see his expression under the mask, the two of them fought, Chen Cheng just felt bad when he first came into contact, and the long sword in his hand collapsed! Hall Chang Qin vigorously used the broken sword, and the two strangled together, Qin Wuxian snorted coldly, and was about to go to the injured Chongjun, but someone stopped him, and the monk walked over with this big sleeve.

"One inch monk, get out of the way. ”

"Senior brother, you can rest. Zong Taohan's breath in Lu Weisheng's arms was weak, and he no longer had that kind of towering, his thin skin and bones, his face was yellow, and the remaining black hair was all white at the moment, lying in Lu Weisheng's arms, panting.

The blood qi flowed from his body, and Zong Taohan's time was short, and he might even die at any time, because the blood had already flowed out of the internal organs, like a punctured ball, and the water vapor flowed and scattered from inside, and it could no longer be stopped.

Li Wei'an lay on the old man's body, the old man at this time, the corners of his mouth were clenched, he couldn't bear such pain at all, this is not something that people can bear, looking at his apprentice, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and he wanted to make a relaxed expression, but he couldn't do it, he could only pull out a lone fragment from his arms, he couldn't speak, his mouth was open, Li Wei'an saw that in the master's mouth, the flesh and blood were blurred, and there was not a good tooth in it, all of them were fragmented, and only a small part of the tongue was left, and the rest didn't know whether it turned into a blood mist or really melted。

Chongjun was entangled by Lu Weisheng, he is also seriously injured now, and pus continues to flow out of the wound, this is cause and effect, not poison, there may be some magical treasures in the world that can be cured, but at this moment, he only has one move from Lu Weisheng.

"Chongjun, I didn't cultivate enough at the beginning, I attacked the mountain alone, I couldn't catch you, but I let you live for thirty more years, this time, I will bury you on the top of Qingyun Mountain!"

Lu Weisheng's momentum climbed, Lu Weisheng's sword suddenly sounded a clicking sound, this blood sword is extremely strong, it is an artifact in the world, it is not the sword itself, but a red flower on the blade, the carving of the blade is spreading, what is hidden on it is the blood of the person who died on this sword, the natural tattoo that has been infiltrated, over the years, has become a hard blood scab, wrapped in the sword body.

This is a sword of sin, a sword of murder.

The domineering true qi was endless, Lu Weisheng wielded the red long sword, Chongjun could only dodge, his mask was blown by this powerful wind, revealing an old face, with a few scars on it, the hideous face was pale and weak, and the tiger's mouth was cracked, but it was only hard to block.

These two have been fighting for decades, and this revenge, Chongjun has been planning for decades, but after all, they are one chess difference!

Nan Huaijin also gritted his teeth, and Ji Xiang desperately blocked the tide of red-clothed swordsmen, Li Chun sneered, he and Ji Xiang fought together, and it was also inseparable, Ji Xiang's palm technique hit the Gang Qi, and the Heavenly Vein Gang Qi was about to crack inch by inch, and he pulled out the long sword, and there was a snow-white sword light, and on the long sword, the Gang Qi was cut off layer by layer.

"Humph!"

Li Chun was stunned, the Mo knife in his hand also threw out several layers of knife qi, and in the big battle with Ji Xiang, he didn't dare to be careless, attacking and defending, and he really couldn't see who these two people were.

"Boy, see who is that?" Li Chun suddenly shouted, Ji Xiang frowned, turned his head to look, and saw a column of black-clothed people stepping forward, all of them were extraordinary, all of them were at least masters above the bosom friend, but what shocked Ji Xiang was that these black-clothed people were pressed against three people, tightly tied, and the knife in their hands was on their necks.

Just at a glance, Ji Xiang's heart sank, it turned out to be Mo Liyu, He Xiao, and Ning Luochuan who had brought hundreds of disciples down the mountain!

Li Chun glanced at the three of them, a knife and the sword in Ji Xiang's hand touched a place, the two of them each retreated three feet away, as soon as they raised their hands, those people in black raised their hands, as long as Li Chun waved his hand, the long knife in their hands could fall down at any time.

Lu Weisheng also saw it, but his face was pale for a while, and his heart flickered, but the next moment, Chongjun woke him up with a sword, and he couldn't dodge this sword in time, and it was actually slashed in his abdomen, and a large piece of blood splashed out.

Nan Huaijin had just beheaded a person, and suddenly turned around and saw this scene, his eyes widened, and he shouted loudly: "Master!"

At this sound, even Ji Xiang looked over, and his master actually had his abdomen cut open, and a large amount of blood was splashed on the ground.

Lu Weisheng gritted his teeth and covered his wounds, and many red-clothed swordsmen around him surrounded him as soon as they saw him injured, under the moonlight, who doesn't want to kill the number one in the world and achieve a reputation?

Now these red-clothed swordsmen who have come up to the mountain, who doesn't want to carry an official sword on their waist and become a rumor in the rivers and lakes?

This is your chance!

Everyone rushed up, holding swords and swords, wielding the halberd, but Lu Weisheng just looked at it coldly, and swung out a sword casually, the sword qi was red, and he actually wrapped all the dozens of people who surrounded and killed, and strangled them into smithereens!

There was no scream, it was just a momentary thing, and the rest of the red-clothed swordsmen were suddenly speechless in shock, but they just stepped back, these dozens of people didn't keep their hands, but they didn't expect that this Lu Weisheng was going to die, and there was such power, killing dozens of masters with one sword!

"Master Lu, just tie your hands, maybe Your Majesty, you won't embarrass the master of the door. Li Chun shouted, and walked to Mo Liyu's side, Mo Liyu was pressed to the ground by the people behind him, covering his mouth, in addition to the binding, the three of them had stainless steel buckled the pipa bones and limbs, and the white clothes on their bodies were all dried blood scabs.

"Don't resist Lu Weisheng, as long as you are obedient, the emperor will not call you dead, maybe against the Khitans, there is a place for you. Joon-joon covered his wound and laughed coldly.

Qin Wuxian held the pitch-black long sword and knocked the old monk back with one blow, but he didn't speak, just smiled and looked at the scene.

The first person in the rivers and lakes, above the rivers and lakes, the Lingtianmen of Qingyun Mountain is gone, and he is very happy.

Chen Cheng and Hall Leader Qin also took advantage of this moment to exchange swords with each other, and the two of them retreated from their positions, leaving a gap.

If you are present, the black-clothed man and the red-clothed swordsman are not ordinary masters, and even Nan Huaijin is difficult to break through, but there are a few more blood marks on the juniors.

"Senior sister, how are you?" Ji Xiang looked at her distressedly, while Nan Huaijin just shook his head.

In such a critical situation, the three Ling Tianmen disciples were all under Li Chun's men and would be executed at any time.

"Senior brother, I'm fine, we have to help Master. ”

Nan Huaijin grabbed Ji Xiang's sleeve, but what could he do? Ji Xiang was also helpless, Lu Weisheng's abdomen was already bleeding, his face was pale, and the situation was very bad.

"Master. ”

With a low groan, Nan Huaijin looked over, Li Wei'an hugged the thin old man who was shrunk into a ball, full of tears, this old man he had only met twice, the two had not met for two days, but one day was a teacher, and a lifetime was a father.

is dead, Zong Taohan is dead, there is still blood and broken teeth flowing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes are sunken, and there is really only a layer of shriveled old skin left on his arms, and his whole body is light.

"Uncle Grandmaster. Nan Huaijin had tears in her eyes, and she also covered her mouth, even disdaining the injuries of her juniors.

Chen Cheng and Yicun didn't look back when they heard it, but tears flashed in their eyes, the old monk gasped, and finally recited the Buddha's name, even the curse of the past life was exempted, the three lives gathered qi, and the first life was exhausted, how could there be any death?

This move Jian Hong is the true immortal in the world, a sword can break the mountains and seas, the power is immeasurable, but Chongjun is not dead, but he is seriously injured, and the wound does not heal, I am afraid that he will be eaten back in the future.

Cause and effect, virtual and real, is the old Taoist in the Daomen, the martial arts monks of Shaolin Temple also can't understand, this move Jianhong, gather the cause and effect of the third generation, and I don't know which Qingyun Mountain's old-timers left, has always been regarded as a banned book, when the old master was alive, Chen Cheng and an inch knew that he left two volumes of cheats, which one of them was learned, it can be said that it will be used for a lifetime, but I didn't expect that this cheats are so fierce.

"Living in good karma, stopping the rain in Tanxi, the two things that Senior Brother Grandmaster loves to do. Chen Cheng said.

In the past, he used to be an old Taoist who loved to eat donkey meat, and Yicun was once a disciple of a high monk, and both of them felt sorry for their senior brother.

There was a shouting and killing sound at the bottom of the mountain, half of the mountain abyss was lit with raging flames, the sound of fighting was the outer disciples and those who rushed up the mountain, the sun was dark and the wind was high, and the shouting and killing were heard clearly in a radius of ten miles.

Lu Weisheng stood with his sword in his hand, and the abdomen he was holding was bloody, but he didn't care, he sighed after all, first, he felt sorry for the ancestors of Qingyun Mountain, and the thousand-year-old foundation was empty after all. The second is a pity that Zong Taohan was so strong that he ended up like this!

"Don't sigh, there's still work to be done. He muttered, the red long sword in his hand seemed to be able to understand his master's mind, but he was not a divine sword, and he couldn't save the entire Qingyun Mountain.

When Li Chun and Palace Changqin were always careful of the imperial city, Lu Weisheng almost killed them with a sword, shocking the entire Bianjing City, and now even if he ran out of oil, he didn't dare to relax his vigilance to prevent Lu Weisheng from killing people violently.

Chongjun watched his every move, if it weren't for them holding Ning Luochuan, He Xiao, and Mo Liyu together, I am afraid they would have to fight hard, so it is okay, after all, Lu Weisheng will be taken, and the emperor's business will be completed, so Lu Weisheng's revenge can be regarded as revenge.

"The world is the only one, the rivers and lakes. Lu Weisheng closed his eyes, he seemed to be recalling,

He is young and frivolous, among the disciples in the door, he is invincible, the days when he goes down the mountain, he is free and worry-free, and he is happy and happy, without the control of the old master, he feels that it is really small and surprising, and he seems to have reached the end of the martial arts.

"Young people have to have some skills when they are so frivolous. The old master often said, and pointed to his Tianling Gai and said: "Don't let others look at your Tianling Gai, Fang is thin and easy to bully." ”

Sitting on the big bluestone, with a pool of blue pool water below, an old woodcutter saw him sitting on the top of the fishing hand holding a good wine, swallowed his saliva, and asked Lu Weisheng to hear it carefully, and hurriedly called him over and invited someone to drink.

"Don't look at the green pond under here, there is an old Taoist priest who travels all over the world said that the bottom of this pool leads to a coral island in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and you can go all the way to the East China Sea if you go down. The old woodcutter said, this is a local myth, Lu Weisheng is young and vigorous, he just touches his fishing rod.

"The East China Sea? That's strange, why isn't the water in the East China Sea salty? I haven't seen a single fish?"

As he spoke, Lu Weisheng shook his fish basket, and the old woodcutter didn't look at it, but just smiled and said: "Can the fish from the East China Sea come to this green pond? The water in this pond is the water of the sky, is the water in the sky salty? If it is not salty, there will be no fish naturally." ”

It seemed reasonable to say, and the old woodcutter did not blush, but shook his head as if he was in the way.

Lu Weisheng thought it was funny, this old woodcutter was confused by the way of the gods, he squinted, took out three copper coins from his arms, threw them in his hand and said, "Old man, do you have copper coins on your body?"

The old woodcutter looked at him strangely, thinking that the young man was going to charge him money for wine, which was clear in color and fragrant, and he smiled awkwardly, and took out two copper coins from his waist.

"That's it, old man, I have a bundle of long ropes, full of seventeen zhang, tied to a big stone, I bet with you, if this stone falls to the bottom of the water, my rope does not land, then I lose, this green pond does go straight to the bottom of the East China Sea, these three articles will be given to you, and if it is held to the bottom, the rope is closed, that is my stone to the bottom, this green pond did not go to the East China Sea, the old man lost, the old man's hands of the two cents, belongs to me. Lu Weisheng said.

The old man's eyes rolled, and it turned out that this was what the young man meant, and agreed to him.

No one knows how deep the green pond is, there are no fish swimming below, and the old woodcutter only knows that this underwater, at least 20 zhang, will not go to the end.

The old man agreed to the gambling agreement, and Lu Weisheng found a big stone, which weighed ten catties, and hung it on the rope, and was dropped by Lu Weisheng.

The rope sank rapidly, and along with the large stones, the rope was finally held by the tied stake, far from the end.

Lu Weisheng was taken aback, he didn't expect that there was really not a single fish in the green pond where he had been fishing for a day.

"It's really to the East China Sea. The old woodcutter was convinced, the words of the Taoist were really good, but Lu Weisheng just shook his head, and then left three pennies, and the white porcelain wine jug was not wanted, but he just carried the fishing rod, shook his head and sighed: "I have been hanging the fish for a day, who knows, it turned out to be nothing." ”

He walked alone in the mountain road, the world is big, there is always a beautiful scenery, but the reputation is not obvious, this trail goes out, it is a Taoist temple, the Taoist temple has incense, the fragrance surrounds the corridor, smelling this fragrance, even Lu Weisheng also feels that this place is amazingly beautiful.

The smoke and clouds are swirling, and there is the sound of birds and beasts in the mountain stream, and there should be endless flowing water below here, and the sound is quite cool, but there is a Taoist priest who is cultivating a field.

The field is not big, around the flowing water, and I don't know what is being planted, but the old Taoist priest seems to be very leisurely, although the Taoist robe he is wearing looks a little shabby, and the broken place actually reveals snow-white and clean cotton.

"This Daoist brother, in this Taoist temple, I don't know which Dao Master's place it is?"

Lu Weisheng held a dog's tail grass in the corner of his mouth, swaying it up and down, the fishing rod in his hand leaned on the hilt of the sword he was carrying, he was really happy and happy, without the master, who could make him unhappy?

The Taoist priest turned his head and said with a strange expression, "Who are you?