Speaking of this, the Golden Wheel Boy came up with a bad idea in a hurry.

"By the way, let's just go down and help the disciples of the Blood Clothes Sect end the battle as soon as possible, and beat those guys with higher martial arts skills away!"

However, Duan Mingze shook his head and disagreed with him doing this.

"No, no, the princess said she wouldn't let us make a move, let's wait for the blood-clothed messenger to come back!"

"If you wait for him to come back, it's almost dark, anyway, I don't want to wait, you don't do it, I'll do it. ”

After finishing speaking, Wan Yan Ying, who was wearing the costume of the White Lotus Sect, held his two golden wheels and rushed down the mountain.

"Wan Yanying, you wait for me. ”

Duan Mingze, who was also dressed as a member of the White Lotus Sect, also rushed down the mountain with his judge's pen, but their nonsense caused a big deal for the entire Blood Cloth Sect and the imperial court.

"Feiyan has a chain of legs, and there are nine stacks of angry rings. ”

"A yang finger, a single dragon piercing the pen. ”

The kung fu of three strokes and five divisions by two easily knocked Mei Jianfeng, Zhou Yidai, Song Liancheng and all the disciples of the martial arts sect to the ground.

After Mei Jianfeng stood up, he said, "I didn't expect that the White Lotus Sect would have such a capable person with strong martial arts. ”

Zhao Zilong, the three heroes of Wudang, also said at this time: "We definitely can't beat them, so let's withdraw quickly!"

However, Wan Yanying and Duan Mingze were still unsatisfied, and when they saw the two of them saying that they were going to retreat, they shouted: "If you want to leave, it's not that easy." ”

After that, the golden wheel boy threw out a golden wheel and hit Mei Jianfeng on the back, and Mei Jianfeng spit out a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious.

"Daddy, Daddy. ”

Mei Ruolan shook her father's body, but no matter how she shook it, she didn't react, and Zhao Zilong was killed on the spot by Duan Mingze's sharp and sharp judge pen piercing the back of the heart at this time.

"Third brother, third brother. ”

"Third brother, third brother. ”

However, at this time, the two of them were entangled by the disciples of the four sects, and Zhao Zilong's death made Song Liancheng and Zhang Wenqing feel a burst of grief in their hearts.

And Zhang Wenqing was crying at this time, his eyes were full of incomparable anger, as if he wanted to completely devour Duan Mingze and turn him into ashes.

"You bastard, I want to avenge the third brother. ”

But Song Liancheng grabbed him very sensibly and said, "What are you doing? Don't go, you are not his opponent, and if you go, it will be equivalent to death in vain." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Liancheng and Mei Ruolan, as well as Zhou Yidai and Abbot Huineng, had to order the evacuation in order to preserve the living forces of each faction.

When Duan Mingze was about to catch up, he was stopped by Wan Yanying.

"Don't chase anymore, the princess has an order not to kill them all, let them go and report the news!"

The sky above Mount Hua had become extremely gloomy at this moment, as if it was a sign that something bad was about to happen.

In the main hall where Qing Songzi was meditating and cultivating alone, Qing Songzi suddenly felt a powerful evil internal force appear on the beams of the main hall.

So he subconsciously raised his head and looked up, and saw a person dressed in the costume of the White Lotus Sect standing steadily at the beam.

Qing Songzi suddenly realized that this person was not good, so he pointed to the direction where the person was standing and shouted, "Who are you? What is the purpose of secretly hiding in our Huashan Sect?"

The man crossed his hands and smiled coldly, with a slight tone of contempt and mockery, and said, "I'm from the White Lotus Sect, can't you see my outfit?"

"White Lotus Sect?"

Qing Songzi repeated what he had just said, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was wrong, because the evil internal force he felt was not at all like the internal force that a decent martial artist possessed.

"No, you're definitely not from the White Lotus Sect, who are you?"

The man jumped off the beam at lightning speed without saying a word, and then took off his mask and said coldly: "You can see clearly, what kind of person I am." ”

At the moment when he pulled off his mask, Qing Songzi knew that he was the murderer of his senior brother Long Shaoqing back then, the blood-clothed messenger!

"Blood-clad messenger, how could it be you, what are you here for?"

The blood-clad bringer said as he put on his mask again, "I'm here to get your life intended, because you know so many secrets. Now that my apprentice is about to kill Long Xiaotian, Long Xiaotian's own brother, I really want to see what it looks like when the two of them kill each other. ”

After hearing this, Qing Songzi immediately understood what he was trying to do when he came to find him.

"You dog thief still dare to come to Huashan, eighteen years ago, from the day you killed my senior brother, my master should have killed you with his own hands. It turns out that the purpose of you taking away Long Xiaotian's brother Long Xiaotian and raising him as an adult was to let him come here to kill my apprentice Long Xiaotian, and then deliberately let the two of them kill each other to avenge Wang Ziyan's betrayal of you back then, right?"

The blood-clothed messenger laughed and replied, "Hahaha, that's right, so I must kill you today." ”

Qing Songzi said to himself at this time: "What should come is always coming." ”

After speaking, he stood up and said to the blood-clothed envoy, "But I have already told him about Long Xiaotian's background, and he also knows that your blood-clothed envoy took his brother away back then. ”

The blood-clothed messenger said disapprovingly, "Oh, is it? Even if he knew his background, and knew that I had taken his brother away, what if he knew who his brother was, and did he think that his brother was going to kill him now?"

Speaking of this, the blood-clothed messenger paused, and said in a low and cold voice with a hint of contempt, "Haha, it doesn't hurt to tell you the truth, you are going to die anyway, and I must kill you today." I have ordered our disciples of the Bloody Cloth Sect to pretend to be the White Lotus Sect and ambush your Huashan to ambush the major factions that came to participate in the Heroes Conference today, and then the five major factions will suspect that your Huashan Sect is colluding with the White Lotus Sect and killing so many lives, even if you Huashan Sect jumps into the Yellow River, it will not be able to wash it away. My apprentice, Long Xiaotian's elder brother, will take advantage of the chaos to kill his own brother, what a clever plan to get the best of both worlds!. ”

Qing Songzi, who knew the poisonous plan of the blood-clothed messenger, couldn't help but feel a burst of indignation in his heart, and he glared at the blood-clothed messenger in front of him and scolded: "You despicable beast, you actually came up with this poisonous plan to harm my apprentice and my Huashan faction, even if you don't come to kill me today, I have to kill you." ”

After finishing speaking, Qing Songzi used the Huashan Sect's mountain splitting palm technique, gathered a purple internal force in front of his chest, and then struck out with both palms and attacked the blood-clothed messenger.

The blood-clothed messenger folded his hands together, and then turned clockwise twice and used his blood-clothed divine palm to withstand the attack of the green pine nut, and after a stalemate for a while, the two of them shattered everything around the hall due to the equal palm force between the two sides.

This explosion in the main hall immediately attracted the unanimous attention of the disciples of the Huashan Sect who were busy holding the martial arts conference outside the hall.

"What happened? Why did the temple suddenly explode?"

"Could it be that Master has something going on inside? Let's go and see!"

"Okay, let's go!"

And the blood-clothed messenger and Qing Songzi in the main hall were still engaged in a fierce internal force competition, and after five rounds of fighting, the two palms faced each other.

But this time the blood-clothed messenger won, because he was younger than Qing Songzi and his physical strength was more abundant than the other party, no matter how deep Qing Songzi's internal strength was, he couldn't withstand the wear and tear for a long time.

Qing Songzi was suddenly shaken away by the palm of the blood-clothed messenger, took five steps back, and hit a bloody messenger's bloody handful on the chest after hitting a red giant pillar and then fell, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground half-dead.

The blood-clothed envoy walked in front of him at this time, wanting to give another palm to the life of Qing Songzi, but he didn't expect that a group of Huashan Sect disciples who heard the explosion had already broken into the main hall.

When Feng Ruya, the disciple at the head, saw that her master Qing Songzi was already lying on the ground and dying, she said angrily, "Who are you? Why did you hurt my master?"

Zhao Zijun, who was standing beside him, said: "What are you talking about with him? He injured our master, and we will kill him now to avenge the master." ”