Chapter Twenty-Three: Loneliness

At the foot of Hengshan, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a fierce battle between one enemy and two enemies or three parties fighting each other.

Zhao Ming, who is also at the peak of the Seven Realms, was calm at the beginning, always turning his back to Hengshan, just wanting to help the Kunlun faction man stop the Nine Heavens from going up the mountain, but when he was affected by the black-robed man's unrestrained fist, he finally understood that the three parties today are enemies and not friends.

And the young elder of the Kunlun faction who did not confuse his years of age, the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and his punches were like the wind, as if he was about to open the mountains and crack the ground.

The other two knew that this black-robed man was determined to use them to sharpen his knife and climb the mountain today, wanting to break through the bottleneck of the Seven Realms in one fell swoop and step into the threshold of the Eight Realms.

As the two expected, this Kunlun Sect elder whose name was originally called Black Robe had been staying at the peak of the Void God Realm for many years, and if he wanted to enter the Gui Sect, he was only one opportunity away.

For the black robe, even if he can't catch that slick boy today, if he can take this opportunity to step into the Returning Sect in one fell swoop, it will not be a great thing. If today's fortune is at the head, you can kill two birds with one stone, not only break the realm, but also bring the child back, it will naturally be even better!

So he poured his fist as if there was nothing in front of him, even if there were no less than five wounds on his body at this time, he still kept his fist.

On the other hand, looking at the other two, although Yu Jiutian was ostensibly surrounded by two grandmasters from the four major sects, he was holding a long sword and could deal with it with ease.

And Daodaozong Zhao Mingxuan is a bit of a dilemma, if he tries his best to attack the Nine Heavens, but instead fights for the opportunity to ventilate for the black robe, he may be punched in the back by the Kunlun faction elder with obvious intentions, and the boat should capsize in the ditch.

But he wanted to wait and see what happened as before, but he couldn't do it, because this shameless guy with a sword not only had wonderful swordsmanship, but also wandered left and right, and also attracted most of the black robe's fists to him, and the Kunlun faction dog thief who wanted to break through the realm was even more unrestrained, and he was full of fist intent when he met anyone, and he didn't care about the current situation between the enemy and me.

It seems that this Daode Sect's Huajia Pavilion Master has a faint sign that he is being attacked by the two of them.

The yellow finch that was hiding behind the tree and waiting for the opportunity to move was in tattered clothes at this time, and the situation was the most embarrassing!

Of course, he could probably guess that he was a yellow finch before, and now in the black robe, why didn't he want to get rid of him with a slingshot in his hand.

And the sloppy man is the fourth master, who is strolling around on the surface, but in fact, he is already very anxious in his heart, and he who came out of Hengshan knows better than anyone what the result of outsiders trespassing on Hengshan is.

He really didn't want to let the young man surnamed Yang, who was quite right, die in this mountain for no reason because of himself.

As long as there is no movement on the mountain, the boy still has a chance to live, and he must seize the opportunity to save the little rabbit cub.

But what made him a little headache was that these two guys from the four major sects had obviously been led by him to the east and started to kill each other, but they always worked together to block him from going up the mountain.

The fourth master is very melancholy at the moment!

The three of them fought endlessly.

The Nine Heavens Sword is ethereal, opening and closing, moving left and right, but it is always caught in the middle.

The black robe punches like rain, and there is a momentum of who blocks and kills, even if he is injured the most!

Zhao Mingxuan no longer had the elegance and calmness he had before, and he had already scolded in his heart, while he tried his best to protect himself and prevent Yu Jiutian from going up the mountain, he also had to take the opportunity to slash at the black robe with one palm to vent the resentment in his heart.

The sloppy man was waiting for this opportunity, he let out a long roar and swept a sword, like a long rainbow through the sun.

Not only did one sword force the two to retreat a few zhang, but the residual sword qi also slightly injured the two of them to varying degrees, of course, this injury was too harmless for the two who had already killed the red-eyed two at this time, but it was enough for him to get out of the battlefield and rush towards Hengshan.

Just when Yu Jiutian fell back to the ground and was about to run to Hengshan, suddenly, several roaring sounds were heard in the mountain in a row, like the anger of a tiger and a leopard, and the sound shook through the mountains and fields, endlessly.

The man stopped abruptly, and his face instantly turned to ashes.

Then he turned to look at the other two, who had also stopped.

The sloppy man, who had no intention of fighting, put his sword into the sheath, his eyes were indifferent, he snorted, and said: "Kunlun Sect, Daodaozong, you are doing well! ”

The black robe's face changed slightly, and he squinted at Hengshan.

Zhao Mingxuan's expression was complicated, as if he wanted to leave, but he slowly calmed down, just leaned slightly, and his legs used his internal strength to prepare to fly away from here at any time.

A moment later, several more roars came from the mountain, the sound undulated, like a spring thunder explosion, and reached the ears of the three people under the mountain, like a thunderbolt in the air, making their eardrums tremble!

It was like someone roaring angrily, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, very weird, and there was a faint trace of miserable screaming voices, mixed in with it.

The black robe and Zhao Mingxuan couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes.

And the sloppy man Jiutian looked wooden at this time, looking at the mountain in a daze.

The three of them no longer had any intention of attacking each other at this time, but just looked at Yokoyama with their own thoughts.

After an instant.

A black shadow, as if thrown by someone vigorously, like a kite with a broken string, flew down the mountain and smashed heavily at the foot of the mountain.

It's a headless corpse.

Although his flesh and blood were blurred and he was almost inhuman, he could be seen from the remnants of his clothes that he was a disciple of the Daode Sect who had gone up the mountain.

The corners of Zhao Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was sad.

The black robe slowly clenched his fists, engrossed.

Subsequently, in the same way, a second headless corpse was smashed out of the col!

When he saw the clothes of this corpse clearly, the most calm Kunlun sect black robe instantly contracted his pupils and his face was horrified!

Because the second corpse is the fake master of the Kunlun faction.

Half an hour ago, he was still a very important first-class grandmaster of the Kunlun Sect, and he was in a different place like this, and he was extremely miserable.

The most important thing is that this person is a master of the Seven Realms, and there is no sound of fighting on the mountain!

In terms of time, he was almost a face-to-face when he went up the mountain, and his life was ended.

Then, one after another, headless corpses were thrown out of the col like stones.

Starting from the first corpse, in less than half a stick of incense, next to the three people at the foot of the mountain, there were nearly twenty headless corpses, horizontal and vertical.

Some of the corpses even had their limbs intact, as if they had been gnawed off by a beast, which made people shudder.

Two more headless corpses were smashed from the mountain.

Followed by a white shadow, like a meteor crossing the sky, and like a cloud driving through the fog, a series of afterimages behind him, in the blink of an eye, stopped in front of the three people at the foot of the mountain, ten zhang away, but silent.

The black robe and Zhao Mingxuan involuntarily swayed and stood unsteadily.

When I looked closely, it was an old man in sackcloth who was eight feet tall and had white hair, and beside him was a head taller than him...... Great white ape!

The white ape stood beside the old man like a man, majestic, and his eyes were bright, first glanced at the nine heavens that were closer to them, and then turned his head to stare at the other two, like a bully in the mountains, patrolling the territory, making people feel cold all over their bodies!

And in each of its hands, it carried a poor minion who had gone up the mountain before, lifting weights like a mole ant, light and small, and carrying the boy who didn't know life and death on his shoulders!

The next scene made the black robe and the master of the Daode Sect who came to Baili Hengshan for the first time unforgettable!

I saw that the big white monkey that was beyond the scope of their cognition, picked up a person in his hand, put it to his mouth, opened his mouth to bite off the skull, and then was gently sucked by it, and a piece of white brain pulp was drawn into his mouth!

Cannibal cerebral ......

The other person, the same result.

Two more corpses down the hill!

All the minions on both sides who had gone up the mountain before gathered at the foot of the mountain again.

It's just that yin and yang are different.

And the white ape, the lower belly bulged.

Why the heads of these corpses were missing before that can be imagined!

Cold sweat flowed from Zhao Ming's forehead, and the black robe was also colorless!

Yu Jiutian had already knelt down at the foot of the mountain with tears in his eyes.

After he saw the white ape move his gaze to the young man on his shoulder, the sloppy man hurriedly stretched out his hand and swayed to stop him: "Brother Ape, don't!"

The white ape seemed to understand human speech, and turned his head to look at the sloppy man.

It grinned, and it was actually ...... Laugh!!

The sloppy man stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and then smiled, relieved.

Then he looked up at the old man in sackcloth who was old but in good spirits, and said excitedly, "Master, apprentice sees that you are here!"

This white-haired old man, who has a ruddy complexion, almost makes people afraid of his true age, he spoke slowly, just like an ordinary old man, without any amazing momentum, "Nine days, you and I have the fate of master and apprentice, go down the mountain, you don't have to come to Hengshan again." ”

The old man's name is: Lonely Heng!

More than 60 years ago, the original Shennongjia Mountain was named after itself and changed to "Baili Hengshan".

A real powerhouse in the world!

Zhao Mingxuan, who finally dared to confirm the identity of the simple old man, clasped his hands into fists, bent down respectfully, and said tremblingly: "Zhao Mingxuan, the owner of the Daodaozong Tangtai Pavilion, has seen Dugu's predecessors. ”

Although the black robe of the Kunlun faction was silent, he also bent over with his fists clenched, respectful and trembling!

The old man turned a blind eye, just turned his head to look at the sleeping boy on the white ape's shoulder, then raised his arm and waved his sleeve slightly.

The two pillars of the four major sect masters only felt a strong wind blowing in their faces, and then like a tree being uprooted, together with more than 20 corpses at the foot of the mountain, they floated farther down the mountain, a hundred zhang away.

The light and shadow flashed, and the old man, the white ape beside him, and the young Yang Twenty, disappeared in place together.

Yu Jiutian looked at the mountain range and was silent.

After a long time, the man grinned.

The fourth master, who had not been expelled from the master's consciousness at all, began to talk to himself.

"After more than four years, I finally saw Master and his old man again, today is a good day!!"

"It seems that Lao Tzu is going to have another junior brother again. ”

"Haha, fate, fate!"

"It's a shame that the fuck doesn't have any alcohol, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

Later, the man simply pillowed the long sword and lay at the foot of the mountain with his legs crossed.

He also hummed a little song in his mouth.