A young man dressed in black jumped from the two flying swords: "Elder Ming, who is the one who won?" the two asked in unison.

"It's the night of the spring river, and when he brushes past me, the tip of his sword is two and a half inches ahead. Minglang replied casually.

"Hey, the blade is too short, and there was a bend that didn't turn when it descended. "The loser throws a bunch of Xuanjing to the winner on the opposite side.

"You don't have to be unconvinced, you can have another game on the way back. Said a young man named Chunjiang Night.

More flying swords fell from the sky and stopped in front of several people, all of them awe-inspiring long swords, all of them were young men in their twenties dressed in black, both men and women. They were all lined up in a row, and at this point, all the seventeen team leaders of Wuenmen West Peak were all in place.

The young man codenamed "Spring River Night" is an excellent killer and is the best at sealing his throat with a sword, and the young man in black codenamed "Feng into Song" is a good player who charges into battle, and is known as "Ten Thousand Enemies on the Battlefield".

Although it was the same door for many years, and even the same period of the Law Enforcement Hall, more than a dozen team leaders did not greet each other politely when they got together. Polite greetings are not the style of Xifeng, it is wild dogs that bark together, and tigers always walk alone.

"The plan is to completely open the passage tomorrow, and the door master will arrive tomorrow?" asked Gongsun Li.

"Yes, the Sect Master is not absolutely sure whether Gu Yang Dan and Chi Yan Jing can play a role, so he has decided to personally supervise the final stage of Qi Tianshan's affairs. Ming Lang bowed slightly, "The door master will come with the Seven Swords, and Xi Feng will personally escort him." ”

Gongsun Li nodded slightly: "There is no problem here, but the woods on both sides need more manpower to arm." ”

"Understood!" Minglang said, "We will set off immediately after a short rest, and leave the dense forest on both sides to us, please rest assured!"

"Feng Rusong, what's stuffed in that wooden box?" Gongsun Li frowned. Just now he saw the big box behind the crowd, and he didn't want to say it, because the fishy smell coming from it was so bad that people could vomit out the overnight meal.

"When I was about to leave, a group of mysterious beasts surrounded me, and it was too wasteful to lose the corpses or something, so I had to bring them all over. The young man codenamed Feng Irimatsu smiled slightly, and the scar on his cheek became even more hideous.

Kaza Irimatsu's face had been slashed with a sword five times during a fight, so it became what it is today. He didn't think it was a sign of shame, but instead showed it off in front of everyone without any cover-up.

Gongsun Li was a little displeased. He had always known that Kazematsu was a madman with a different spirit than ordinary people, just by looking at his jagged sword. Kazematsu likes the exhilarating feeling of slicing through the muscles and bones of his opponent, and the corpses of the mysterious beasts in the wooden box are probably scattered.

Wu'en Gate West Peak is such an abnormal place, some disciples in the sect with personality or mental problems are gathered here, so that the elders don't know how long they have a headache. Whether it's talent or madness, these team leaders are the best among them. Some of them are addicted to gambling, some are fond of wine and beauty, and some like to study mysterious beasts and even human corpses. Chen Jianxian had a headache for them when he was alive, but he couldn't bear to give up on these kendo geniuses, after all, there was often only a thin line between a madman and a genius, if it weren't for Chen Jianxian's sponsorship, these freaks would have been expelled from the mountain gate by the elders a long time ago.

As the head elder of the West Peak, Ming Lang's quirks are normal, at least he won't disturb others, he likes to strip naked when he is practicing, and listening to him say that the feeling of being naked can make him a lot easier, so if you are lucky enough, you may be able to see a white-haired old man practicing swords naked in the mountains when you go to the West Peak. Meng Changfeng had the privilege of seeing it a few times, and with his character, he didn't know how to describe the scene at that time.

Gongsun Li didn't like these people and didn't want them to dangle in front of his eyes, so he sent them to the forest to annoy Elder Bai Lai, Elder Bai Lai's temper was notoriously friendly in the sect, and he was probably the only one among the elders who could tolerate these freaks.

"Elder Gongsun, do you want to take a look at these mysterious beasts?" Feng Irisong's hand pressed on the wooden box behind him, "If you like it, I can give you some." ”

"Bastard, is this the way to speak to the elders?" Gongsun couldn't help but roar, his temper was notoriously serious and rigid in the Seven Swords of Graceless.

But Feng Rusong still opened the wooden box, and the disgusting smell instantly stunned Gongsun Li, but he immediately realized that this smell was not right! This was not the rotting smell of corpses, but the smell of blood golems!

A black shadow like a giant snake pounced out of the wooden box, shooting out of the air like an arrow from a string, less than two zhang away for a moment for a blood golem bouncing with all its might, and the next moment it bit Gongsun Li's throat, its long teeth digging deep into its neck.

Gongsun Li's eyes were dark, even if the incident happened suddenly, but only a blood puppet could not hurt this famous Seven Swords of Grace, the main reason was that a sword was inserted into his chest.

Minglang's sword, less than two feet beside him, was standing at his side.

Before his consciousness could disappear, the old man struggled to reach for his waist to touch the sound transmission jade slip.

The West Peak has rebelled! Without grace, the West Peak has rebelled! The attack on the Heavenly Mountains has begun!

After winning the blow, Minglang squatted down and looked at Gongsun Li who was struggling on the ground with great interest, the huge blood puppet was wrapping around him and tearing excitedly. What is the use of transmitting the sound to him? His throat has been pierced, and his trachea has been torn for a long time, and he can't even breathe.

Feng Irimatsu raised the heavy sword on his side, and the strong sword qi surged out, and the shock wave was pushed in all directions with the crowd as the center, and the disciples on duty didn't have time to draw their swords before they were shocked by the impact of the sword qi and bled out. Before the disciple in charge of the lookout in the distance had time to react, Chunjiang's ghostly figure had already circled behind them and sealed his throat in an instant.

The other leaders of the West Peak rushed to the camp tent on the side of the road, more than half of the disciples were resting inside, and the most talented and crazy group of people in the Wu'en Sect seemed to have turned into Soul Locking Yama, and black shadows and sword light quietly rotated around the camp. Only the wind roared excitedly in a tent, and blood flowers splashed into the tent with pieces of flesh.

Minglang didn't make a move, this level of people was not enough to let him take action personally, he slowly stood up, breathed in the night wind with the smell of blood, and a miserable howl sounded in his mind.

This is a day worth celebrating, and from today onwards, Xifeng will be completely free from the Gate of Graceless. Chen Jianxian got one thing wrong from the beginning, geniuses are certainly precious and cherished, but they can show their heartfelt feelings to anyone, as long as you can give them something that interests them.

There is only one thing that Minglang is interested in, and that is power.

He is one of the best geniuses in the sect, so good that even if he has a problem with his personality, he still became the elder of the inner gate of the Wuen Gate, if it weren't for the fact that he was resisted by many elders, the Seven Swords of Wu En should have a share of him.

When he was still a disciple, he served as the hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall for two years, and he held a record of being invincible in close quarters within two feet.

The legend of Ming Lang was still circulating after he left the Law Enforcement Hall and entered the West Peak, until Meng Changfeng served as the hall master, and since then, all kinds of reputations have been monopolized by this young man who is only in his twenties.

It's a pity that Minglang was already an elder of the inner door at that time, no matter how thick-skinned he was, it was impossible for him to find a junior who was nearly 100 years younger than himself to "learn".

Of course, Minglang would not admit that a junior broke the record he created, because Meng Changfeng worshiped under Elder Bai Lai, but Bai Lan was the owner of the Taiqi Sword, and it was impossible to teach Meng Changfeng such a domineering sword style, so he guessed that there must be a master behind Meng Changfeng. He once asked Meng Changfeng if there was another master, Meng Changfeng hesitated for a while, and then sincerely said that there was one, but I can't tell you who she is. Minglang had no choice but to take a step back and say You just tell me where she is, Meng Changfeng thought about it for a long time before scratching his head and telling him a place name.

Now that he knows the location of the master, Minglang naturally won't trouble his apprentice. He took the time to go to that hidden place, and took the sword he was most proud of. He landed beside the coastal hill and walked slowly up the trail as a sign of respect, and when he reached the end of the trail and looked at the beautiful woman drinking in front of the bamboo house, he was stunned.

He didn't expect that Meng Changfeng's swordsmanship instructor would be Chen Jianxian!

Minglang's self-confidence can be called arrogant, even if it is the Seven Swords without grace, he doesn't pay attention to it, but only this woman is a character he doesn't dare to challenge no matter what, whether it is in cultivation or kendo talent, this woman can already be called a monster, less than two hundred years old Huang Xuan's peak, even if he can't find a few in the entire vast continent, let alone tame all the seven swords, which can scare people to death.

Now it's okay, the woman who overwhelmed him finally died, and while she was still alive, Xifeng still had a little gratitude and infinite fear for that woman, and he was unwilling or afraid to throw himself into the sky. But just last night, Chen Jianxian actually died, and there was nothing that could restrain Minglang anymore, he was completely free!

Betrayal was a wonderful thing, and from the moment he drew his sword and stabbed Gongsun Li in the chest, he had nothing to do with Wuenmen anymore. Now he wants to occupy this territory, and then challenge Meng Changfeng with swordsmanship, after defeating him, he must first tame the royal sword, and then all the seven swords of no grace!

He will finally prove that he is the true first kendo master!

"A total of one hundred and eighty-five bodies, which have been verified. "Harue approached from behind.

"Then this is the last one. Ming Lang looked at Gongsun Li in a pool of blood, all the disciples were dead, but the person who was first attacked and pierced through his chest was still alive. After all, he is one of the Seven Swords of Gracelessness, and the powerful Xuan Power is still maintaining his life.

The blood puppet was still wrapped around Gongsun Li's body and bitten as much as he could, and the white-haired old man held the jade in his hand and trembled. Not to mention making a sound, even if he put the jade slip to his mouth, he couldn't do it, he could only tremble and tap his fingers on the jade slip like a cramp.

"This is the justice of the Graceless Gate!But justice is dying, who has what to do?" Chun Jiangye sneered coldly behind Ming Lang, "Elder Gongsun was still passing the news to Elder Zhao before he died, which is really touching." ”

Minglang was silent, he stared at Gongsun Li's wrinkled and trembling hand for a full dozen breaths, and then sighed slowly: "It is indeed justice without grace, which cannot be ridiculed no matter what." He had already sent the news out because of my negligence. ”

The blood puppet finally broke through the defense of Xuanli and bit off Gongsun Li's spine and hollowed out his chest, completely ending his life, the hand that was constantly trembling hung weakly on the ground, but it still held the jade slip in his hand.

Minglang pierced the blood golem's head with a sword: "This kind of uncontrollable monster is useless to keep. He lost his throat and vocal cords, and he used the special code of the Law Enforcement Hall to deliver the message, which read, "Xifeng Rebellion"! How many years has this old guy lived, how could he possibly remember such a thing?!"

Harue Ye showed a look of surprise. In their eyes, those old guys are already very useless, especially Gongsun Li, who is regarded by many people as a symbol of old-fashioned mediocrity. But this kind of mediocre and old-fashioned old guy burst into such an awareness when he was dying? What kind of faith could make him ignore the bite of the blood golem and accurately beat out the extremely complex code code?

"What now?" Chun Jiang Ye was obviously a little anxious.

"Even if the news spreads, it's useless, it will take half an hour to get here from Tianjian Mountain, and there will be no Xuanzhou waiting for him tonight. Minglang said coldly, "Don't panic, there must be enough time!"