The night was dark, and the wind was hunting.

On the fifth watch, a morning star in the east was dazzling.

A miserable white figure walked straight to the Lingyin Temple, the continuous bluestone steps, throughout the ages, I don't know how many people have walked here. And tonight, destined to be stained with blood.

"Brush ......"

Liu Mingsheng drew his sword, and together with the sword light, two sword qi shot into the woods on the side, and then there were two muffled snorts, and the sound of the sword falling to the ground.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, all the monks who were still lying in ambush poured out.

"Array!"

At this time, it doesn't matter what justice or what rules there are.

Lingyin Temple and Shaolin Temple are both in the same vein of Zen Buddhism, and there are many monks who practice martial arts. At this time, the people in white attacked, and almost all rushed out first. Originally, if the terrain was flat, of course, it was the most wonderful of the world-famous Eighteen Arhat Formations, integrating offense and defense. But the plank road is so rugged that it can only be a group of four people, and it is arranged into a Sumeru Heavenly King Array.

It is said that there is a mountain in the belly of Mount Sumeru, the holy mountain of Buddhism, named Gandhara Mountain, and the mountain has four peaks, each of which is guarded by the king of heaven. These four heavenly kings reside in the four peaks and guard the four poles and four continents. And the Sumeru Heavenly King Array is named after this, and the four monks occupy the four poles of the east, west, north and south, holding iron rods to trap the enemy.

But what frightened everyone was that Liu Mingsheng at this time let everyone see what it means to kill one person in ten steps, or one step to kill. Although these monks are not masters, they are also people in the rivers and lakes who have practiced true qi, but in Liu Mingsheng's sword qi, it is difficult to have an enemy.

From the foot of the mountain to the palace of the heavenly king, the stone steps are stained with blood, and Liu Mingsheng is dressed in white and wins the snow, and under the moonlight, the blood is not stained.

"Look at the knife!"

A figure came out of the Heavenly King Palace, his body was like a dragon, leaping like a tiger, and the ring knife in his hand ignited a flame, falling towards Liu Mingsheng's head.

It was the monk who woke up, but he was greeted by a bright white sword light. The wood-burning knife technique of Yuan Xing was already extremely hot, but Liu Mingsheng's sword seemed to be even hotter than his knife. The whole person seemed to be in the molten flames, and the knife in his hand was also stunned.

"Snort", his clothes were torn, blood was splashed, and under Liu Mingsheng's sword containing sword intent, he was hit hard with one move, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At the same time, a loud "boom" was heard, and the door of the Heavenly King Hall was lifted with both palms and smashed down with heavy waves. Behind the gate of the palace, several figures rose up, it was Zhao Shiquan and others, and of course, there was also a sad face of the Relief Mage.

Master Shi originally wanted to sacrifice himself and avoid the catastrophe of Lingyin Temple, but neither the monks in the temple nor Zhao Shiquan and others agreed. When Zhao Shiquan and the others were convincing Master Shi Er, the man in white went up the mountain.

Everyone didn't expect that in just a few breaths, many monks in Lingyin Temple were defeated one by one.

The blazing sword qi pierced through the palace gate, and Liu Mingsheng's expression was still the same in the face of many people in the rivers and lakes, while his gaze completely fell on Master Shi Er.

But before he could do anything, a silver whip wrapped around him like an angry dragon going out to sea. It is a hundred miles without a line, his hands are narrow and long, and the nine silver whips in his hands are about two zhang long, and the people are in the air, and the silver whip has swept down.

"Whirring ......"

When the silver whip arrived, the energy flew upside down, and the void was like boiling water.

I have to say that the people of the Nine Great Sects of the Righteous Path are extraordinary, and this person's whip is enough to crack the mountain and crack the stone, and he can also be called a first-class master.

Followed by Zhang Zhixi of the Kongtong faction, this person made the meridian mandarin duck Yue, like a double-ring knife, the double Yue rotated, and the whole person was shrouded in sword light, like a big windmill turning towards Liu Mingsheng. And the mandarin duck is divided into male and female, and the force is divided into yin and yang, and because the female is soft, the male is strong, and the two are like the stone mill. Even if he is a master who is a few points stronger than him, he will be worn out under this kind of yin and yang strength.

It's just that the silver whip that has not traveled for a hundred miles fell, but only a remnant was rolled.

Before he could change his tactics, he heard a scream. It turned out that just when the silver whip that had nothing to do for hundreds of miles failed, Zhang Zhixi's Shuangyue also came to Liu Mingsheng's body, but before it fell on Liu Mingsheng, he felt a scorching energy attack, like a volcano bursting out. The mandarin duck Yue, whose hands were spinning, was suddenly split by a huge force, and his chest was cold again, and he died.

"Whoosh-"

I saw two dark rays flashing again, and it turned out to be a dart similar to an iron thistle, which was the Qingcheng faction's unique secret weapon, the Cross Killing Nail. The timing of Li Wanjun's two crosses to shoot was inappropriate, just when Liu Mingsheng split Zhang Zhixi's mandarin duck with a sword.

At this time, his old strength has been exhausted, and the new power has not been born, and he is afraid that he will not be able to hide from other swordsmen.

But Liu Ming's speed of giving birth to the sword was beyond everyone's imagination, and in the blink of an eye, he could hear two crisp sounds of "ding ding". And when he blocked these two cross killing nails, Yang Mowei's sword also arrived.

Yang Mowei was holding a sharp sword, as if he had suddenly tripped over a stone, and suddenly pounced on Liu Mingsheng. His sword was also extremely tricky, not stabbing at Liu Mingsheng's left chest and throat, but stabbing at the root of his lower three yang veins.

This trick is exactly "looking at the wind." ”

Huashan swordsmanship is like Huashan, which lies in a dangerous word. It is even more dangerous to look at the wind and shadows, and if this pounce fails, the back door will be completely exposed in front of the enemy.

Of course, Yang Mowei dared to use this trick and was not bent on death. Because behind him, there was also a monk from the Jiuhua faction, and the monk was holding a brisk sword. Even if Yang Mowei misses a sword, the monk will help block Liu Mingsheng's sword stabbed at his back.

But Yang Mowei obviously underestimated Liu Mingsheng.

Yang Mowei's sword not only did not stab Liu Mingsheng, but was stepped on by him on the tip of the sword. Taking advantage of the momentum of a sword falling, the endless monk suddenly saw the flames rising in his mind, and in a trance, his entire right arm was broken by Liu Mingsheng's sword. Before he could swing his sword, he had already fallen to the ground, and he had to roll to the side and escape with his life.

When Yang Mowei was frightened, he heard a few "clanging" sounds. But it was Mu Wuqing who saw that the monk and Yang Mo were in danger, so he hurriedly took off his wide Taoist robe and threw it out, and suddenly rolled down like a dark cloud towards Liu Mingsheng. The Dao robe was attached to Mu Wuqing's Gang Qi, which was as hard as steel, and Liu Mingsheng had to swing his sword.

Suddenly, the robe was torn and filled the sky. Under the flying sky, Mu Wuqing held a three-foot Qingfeng, with an awe-inspiring aura, intertwined with Liu Mingsheng's sword.

Although Mu Wuqing's Bugang Stepping Bucket had already given birth to Zhou Tiangang's qi, it was difficult to resist under Liu Mingsheng's sword qi containing sword intent. If it weren't for Monk Zhizhen's crescent shovel flying sideways, I am afraid that he would have been defeated by Liu Mingsheng's sword.

Yang Mowei also took advantage of this donkey to roll and escape to the side.

Bai Yingsheng was about to rush forward, but he saw that the Zhizhen monk had only made two moves with Liu Mingsheng, and he was hit by Liu Mingsheng's sword, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. In an instant, another scream sounded, and a middle-aged man in a yellow robe was blocked by his sword as soon as he approached Liu Mingsheng.

Seeing this, Bai Yingsheng couldn't help but weaken his feet, and the palms of his hands holding the long sword were full of cold sweat. He knew the man in the yellow robe, who was the leader of the Changzhou Lotte Gang. Once rampant with the 7749 Road Wind Sword Technique, Bai Yingsheng asked himself if his martial arts were not such a person, and he didn't want this person to be the enemy of Liu Mingsheng's sword.

He looked around casually, and there were already some people leaving, obviously seeing Liu Mingsheng's strength and not daring to step forward again. Bai Xiaofeng of the Tsing Yi Building didn't leave, but he was far away, standing on the roof of the Thousand Buddha Palace, silently watching this scene.

"Amitabha!"

Master Shi looked at the stabbing Huanghuang sword, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and recited a Buddha name. One palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, and in an instant, they are all palm shadows. He is holding the method of exchanging death for injury, even if Liu Mingsheng can kill him with a sword, he will eat him in the palm of his hand!

If you change to someone else, you will definitely avoid it first, and when the Relief Mage is exhausted, he can be killed unscathed. But Liu Mingsheng's sword never stopped in the middle of the road, before the sword came, the sword qi had arrived, and a touch of blood splashed out of the throat of the mage of relief, and he died suddenly.

And Liu Mingsheng also ate a palm from him, his body was stunned, and his face was slightly pale. At this pause, two similar-looking men in brocade clothes each held a long sword and attacked from the left and right sides respectively, it was Zhao Xingqian and Zhao Xingkun, the two heroes of Huating.

These two people were invited by Zhao Shiquan to help, they were twins, they had the same heart, and they met Wudang a real person to teach a set of joint fencing skills Qiankun Liangyi sword, and they are also considered to be lay disciples of Wudang, and they are quite famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

At this time, seeing that Liu Mingsheng had received a blow from Master Shi'er, he wanted to pick up a bargain. Unexpectedly, Liu Mingsheng only paused slightly, and the sword light rose again, and a sword and a blood light burst out.

This is a long time, but in fact, it was not long before Liu Mingsheng came to the Heavenly King Palace. At this time, Baili Wuxing finally found an opportunity.

As soon as Liu Mingsheng solved the two of them, there was a gust of wind whistling in his ears, and he suddenly felt that his waist was tight, and the cold silver whip that had nothing for a hundred miles instantly enveloped Liu Mingsheng.

"Up!"

There is no secret luck for a hundred miles, and a shake of the silver whip is his unique technique: "Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Reversing the World". With a shake, the nine silver whips and nine heavy strengths all fell on Liu Mingsheng. Hundred miles of Wuxing Heart Dao, even if it is a boulder shaken by him, it will be shattered. But what shocked him was that Liu Mingsheng, who was shaking off the silver whip, didn't seem to have suffered any trauma except for the tears on his waist that were torn and his waist was hit by the strength of the silver whip.

What he didn't know was that Liu Mingsheng had gone deep into the unerupted volcano countless times, endured the scorching heat, and often walked on the top of the snow-capped mountain, not afraid of the cold. The body has long been polished like steel and stone, and it is not idle to be injured.

If Ye Xipeng's three talents are immeasurable, they are the true qi of the inner family, then he is completely the external family training and strengthening.

And when he was stunned, he felt a chill all over his body, and the dazzling cold light came down the silver whip.

"Be careful!"

Yang Mowei, Mu Wuqing's swords attacked again, and Zhao Shiquan, who had never made a move!

There was nothing to do, but I had time to hide sideways, and I felt a pain in my right chest. Fortunately, he leaned sideways, and the sword that originally stabbed the heart stabbed him in the right chest.

After Liu Mingsheng was seriously injured and couldn't travel for a hundred miles, his whole body was also cold. Yang Mowei and Mu Wuqing's swords were also on the way, but when he saw that his long sword was weak, it turned around his body like a belt, and with a few "ding" sounds, he instantly bounced away Yang Mowei and Mu Wuqing's swords.

But at this moment, a crane chirped in Liu Mingsheng's mind! Although he swept away Yang Mowei and Mu Wuqing's swords, Zhao Shiquan's sword stabbed straight into his body.

Before the sword arrives, the intention comes first!

Liu Mingsheng seemed to see a white crane flying with its wings outstretched, flying up, breaking through the white clouds, and going straight to the green underworld.