Wolong Sword Village is on Wolong Mountain!

Wolong Mountain is thousands of feet high, and each small peak stretches for thousands of miles, just like a Wolong.

Today's Wolong Mountain is a little clean, don't say that in the past, there was an endless stream of martial arts heroes who came to make friends, but even a bird and insect song are precious.

After all, this tranquility was broken.

A long branch sticking out of the tree shook and slid down a few drops of crystal dew, but nothing touched it.

Several of them trembled in unison, and finally a figure was vaguely seen.

An old beggar, dressed in a hundred clothes, tied his hair with green bamboo chopsticks, walked on tiptoe on the branches.

Although he is an old man, his body is like a dragonfly, wandering like water......

"Hey, why hasn't he arrived yet, isn't he scheduled to discuss the sword today?"

The old beggar was alarmed.

"It smells of blood, it looks like there's something!"

The old beggar frowned, looking for a direction.

That's where Wolong Sword Village is located.

Wolong Sword Village is the master of the rivers and lakes, the first Wolong Zhuang owner 72 road dragon sword method shocked the martial arts, won a "martial arts alliance master" position.

It has been passed down to the present, although it has lived up to the scene of the year, but it is also a sect on the same level as Wudang and Shaolin.

Jianzhuang covers an area of hundreds of miles, almost bringing a veil to the mountain. There are 100 houses, carved buildings and painted beams, and a quiet path leads straight to the village gate.

But at the moment, the road was littered with corpses.

They come from different sects and different mountain gates, just to see the style of Jianzhuang, but now they have become unjust ghosts.

The old beggar Rao has been weathered for a long time, and he can't bear to see such a tragic scene.

I exert force under my feet, and I almost fly on the branches.

The magnificent Jianzhuang has fallen into a sea of fire, and the operation of a hundred years has been burned.

Under the large plaque carved with "Wolong Sword Village", one of the two wooden doors has been lost, and the other is stained with a huge palm print. The two stone lions at the door were both cut down by their heads, leaving their lonely bodies alone.

"Hmm, Donkey Kong Palm! Emei Broken Golden Thorn!"

The old beggar frowned.

Suddenly, there was a sound of golden clashing inside.

The old beggar tiptoed up the wall.

Two men in black are beating up a middle-aged man.

The man in black was wrapped so tightly that he couldn't see clearly.

But the middle-aged man can be seen clearly, with thick eyebrows and square face, wide forehead and big ears, who else can there be except Wen Zhiyu, the owner of Wolong Sword Village.

At this moment, Wen Zhiyu's situation is not too good.

There were two swords in the back, and blood gushed out.

But fortunately, the dragon capture sword technique is exquisite, and although it is at a disadvantage, it will not be defeated in a short time. As for how long it lasts, it depends on how much blood he can shed.

The two men in black glanced at each other and said, "This old thief is too hard-hitting, first he was killed and scattered, and then he dismantled more than 300 moves with us, and he still didn't lose." We used real kung fu to take his head, so that we could chase after Duan Zhenren as soon as possible. ”

The other man in black nodded slightly, agreeing.

The man in black changed his moves, and the long sword stabbed the ground, attacking the lower abdomen of the owner of Wenzhuang.

Another black-clothed man's fleshy palm came out sharply, and a palm that was flushed by internal force slapped steadily on Wen Zhiyu's left shoulder.

Wen Zhiyu's situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and his left palm and right sword attacked together, and what he wanted was his life.

Wen Zhiyu's family of sixty-three people all died from this gang of thieves, and there was nowhere to vent the anger in his chest, so he had to let out a long howl and said, "Thieves dare!"

abandoned the defense for the attack, and the long sword in his hand made a sword flower, forcing the sword of the man in black down. The internal force prompted, and the long sword came out of his hand and stabbed straight into the chest of the man in black.

This move is the first type of the "desperate three moves" of the dragon snatching sword technique, "like a shadow".

The man in black didn't want him to be in such a desperate situation and dared to throw his weapon, obviously desperately.

The man in black couldn't dodge, so he could only be ruthless, and his body deviated, allowing the sword to stab his shoulder blades, and his body retreated suddenly.

However, the black-clothed man who made the palm had a vacancy, and slapped Wen Zhiyu's back with a palm.

Wen Zhiyu's internal strength surged, the skin on his back cracked inch by inch, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew out.

"Not good!" exclaimed the man in black with the sword.

Wen Zhiyu used the power of this palm to crash into him like a kite with a broken string.

The black-clothed man who was originally hit by the sword was half a foot away from Wen Zhiyu, and his vigilance was slightly reduced. Before he could draw his sword, he saw Wen Zhiyu's body flying towards him.

Wen Zhiyu didn't wait for the man in black to react, held the long sword inserted in his body, and slashed off the right arm of the man in black when he pressed down.

The black-clothed man who made the sword had his right hand cut off, lost a lot of blood, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground to recuperate his internal strength.

Wen Zhiyu was already stained with blood at the moment, and he was unable to enter again. With a sword in his right hand, he turned to look at the man in black who was holding his palm.

I didn't expect to be slapped by myself, and I could not fall down like a bronze man. This internal force is enough to shock the world, even if Duan Zhenren is here, he may not be able to deal with it. The man in black sighed.

Wen Zhiyu felt the fierce palm behind him and said, "Shaolin Temple?"

The man in black clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

Wen Zhiyu's eyes were cold, and he said, "No, no, the abbot of Shaolin Temple does not have such a superb palm technique as you." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black tore off the black cloth that covered his face and head.

What was revealed was a round bald head, and a pair of eyebrows that almost hung down to the cheeks.

"Master Changmei, you...... You've ...... I haven't been out of the mountain gate for thirty years, how can I ......" Wen Zhiyu's voice trembled, and internal and external injuries were constantly consuming his life.

Changmei said slowly: "As the saying goes, I'm not as good as hell who goes to hell, if this martial arts dispute can be eliminated, Lao Wei will have no regrets even if he dies." ”

Wen Zhiyu's eyes were gloomy, his body trembled, he couldn't hold it anymore, he half sat down, and said softly: "Wrong, wrong...... It's all ...... Wrong. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, now it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, kill him first, so as not to spread it and ruin our reputation. The recuperating man in black said hurriedly.

"You're wrong, tell me clearly, what's the misunderstanding?" Changmei frowned, and asked a little hurriedly.

He had been in retreat in Shaolin Temple for many years, and a few days ago he heard Duan Zhenren talk about the appearance of such monsters, and he didn't care about the rules and precepts, so he secretly went down the mountain. According to Duan Zhenren's orders, many demonic obstacles here should be eradicated. Until now, I have doubts in my heart.

"Hah!"

A burst of shouts sounded behind the long eyebrows, and a fierce wind hit.

The long eyebrows were shocked, his hands condensed a Sanskrit seal, his internal force turned into qi, and he cast a big bell afterimage around his body, and silently recited "Shaolin Golden Bell Jar" in his heart.

But the person who came was violent, and the palm power was even more extraordinary, and the long eyebrows were in a hurry.

For a while, he was pushed out more than three feet long, and he smashed a big hole in the wall before stopping.

The breath of the long eyebrows was disordered, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and he said in his mouth: "Duan Zhenren, you ......"

Duan Zhenren said with a smile: "It's not wrong anywhere, it's wrong that you shouldn't be left to deal with Wen Zhiyu." ”

Duan Zhenren stepped on his feet and attacked Changmei.

Changmei was seriously injured at the moment, and his internal strength was not one in ten, and he saw Duan Zhenren killing, and he only sighed silently in his heart: It's a pity that Wen Shi has been wronged by this injustice......