"The time has come, Wudang has changed hands!"

The night covered the earth, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and a broken cry sounded at the foot of the mountain.

Seven figures stood side by side in the shadows, fat, thin, tall, low, male, female, all different, but without exception, all of them were full of a thick and bloody aura, or laughing or angry, and the faces on the ground were full of indifference to life.

Behind the seven people was a group of fierce warriors dressed in bloody clothes, smiling fiercely.

"The seven of us went up the mountain from seven places, formed a siege on the top of the Heavenly Pillar, and captured it in one fell swoop! As long as we take away the inheritance of martial arts, we will be the new Wudang Mountain from now on! Maybe we can also mix with the Seven Sons of the Seven Demons, and each of you can become a disciple of a famous sect and gain a lofty position in the rivers and lakes? Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" The leader was a black-robed man with a scar on his face, his voice deep and his words bewitching.

There was a commotion among the many blood-clothed people, all of which were full of fanaticism.

"Heisha, you don't need to say more about this, we naturally understand! The three elders of Wudang are not in this mountain, there is only one Wudang junior uncle who is less than twenty years old and sits in Feilai Peak, and the interior is empty. According to me, if you capture the thief and capture the king first, it is better to directly take him into an army and attack his lair. As long as this little uncle is captured, Wudang's fighting spirit will naturally collapse, and all the inheritances will be at your fingertips!" The pale-faced blue-robed man on the side smiled darkly, his slender eyes bursting with a viper-like light.

"Hehehe......" The red-robed woman was enchanting, and he sneered, "Qingsha, don't be smart, if you ruin the good deeds of the ancestor, see how you die?"

"Chisha, that's a good point! Under fame, it may not be without cause. This little uncle of Wudang has many legends in the rivers and lakes, and he is divine, and Feilai Peak is heavily arranged. We have already sent out manpower before, and even one of the Ancestor's named disciples has folded on it! If Uncle Wudang dares to get in the way, he will have his own ancestor to deal with it!" The burly yellow-robed strong man said with a fierce voice, and his fleshy face was hideous and vicious.

"That's right, the ancestor has a saying, whoever captures the Heavenly Pillar Golden Dome first will be the chief disciple of the new Wudang in the future!

"A great future is ahead, everyone has their own abilities!"

"Starve the faint-hearted, hold the bold to death!

......

The three people in the green robe, the white robe, and the purple robe laughed again and again.

Between the seven eyes of the blood robe, there were faint traces of the collision of Mars.

And many of the blood-clothed people behind them were even more short of breath.

"Let's go!" With a drink, the Seven Demons each led a group of blood-clothed people, scattered, turned into a cloud of blood, and quickly floated towards the mountain.

Hidden in the thick of the night, the blood clouds fluttered silently, and everywhere they went, there was a bloody wind and rain, and no grass was growing.

"The trees want to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop!"

The wind rose in the mountains, and the smell of blood was so clear.

On the top of the mountain, Lu Chunliang sensed it from afar, opened his eyes, and was as cold as the moon.

It's coming so fast!

The Wudang crisis has long been foreshadowed.

There seems to be a hidden force lurking in the shadows of the rivers and lakes, and there has been a temptation before attempting to do wrong.

Now that the three nephews have been down the mountain for less than ten days, have they come out?

Obviously, Wudang's every move has been spied on for a long time, and it has been planned for a long time!

In that case, it can only be ......

The water comes to cover the earth, and the soldiers will block it!

......

There are three second-rate masters in the acquired realm, four third-rate masters, and the others are all seventh- and eighth-grade masters in the rivers and lakes...... It's not good!

Cultivate the dragon method, and come out of the original god.

Lu Chunliang's induction had already reached a state of divine clarity.

The autumn wind has not moved, the cicada prophet.

"Where are the seven sons of Wudang, come and see me!" his lips opened slightly, echoing around the peak.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, nephew and grandson are here!" An order was given, and the voice pierced through the clouds, and then in all directions, there were loud shouts echoing from afar.

Whoosh ......

The moonlight was white, and the seven figures jumped down, either majestic and continuous like a mountain, or the sword aura was cold, and the cold light was exposed first, or the sword was vertical and horizontal, and the killing was ruthless......

It's not the seventh son of Wudang, who is it?

The seven people stood in front of Lu Chunliang, and then bowed down one after another, and the qi around them was prosperous, which was no longer comparable to the past.

Martial arts are accomplished, and their comprehension is on a higher level, and their own realm goes further naturally.

Xie Baoshu, Shangguan Lingyun, and Zhuang Xiaolou, the first three of the seven sons of Wudang, have just broken through, and their edges are difficult to reinforce, but they all broke into the acquired realm in one fell swoop and entered the ranks of the masters of the rivers and lakes!

And the other four sons also opened up the hidden veins one by one and became the seventh product!

One by one, compared with before, it is not what it used to be.

"Okay! you broke through at the right time!" Lu Chunliang smiled without being surprised, everything was expected.

"Thank you for the kindness of the little uncle and ancestor!" the seventh son was overjoyed and full of gratitude.

If it weren't for the little master and uncle to pass on the Fa, they don't know how long it would take them to break through.

With a lot of effort, you can save years of work, and you can learn the magic method.

This is really a great opportunity and a great creation!

"No need to be polite!" Lu Chunliang waved his hand, but said with a flat smile, "Learning martial arts is for the purpose of using martial arts." Now that Wudang is in trouble, there are seven groups of outsiders on the top of the Tianzhu Mountain! It's time for you to go down the mountain!"

"I don't know what the nephew should do?

"It's very simple!" Lu Chunliang smiled slightly, "One word......"

"Those who commit my martial arts will be punished even if they are far away!"

The words were concise and to the point, and as soon as the words fell, they fell like a sword, and the killing machine was awe-inspiring.

As soon as these words came out, the expression of the seven sons changed.

Xie Baoshu's face was as calm as water, and his fists were silently clenched and creaked.

Shangguan Lingyun was as cold as ice, his eyes were like fire, and he clenched the sword in his hand, just waiting to be unsheathed.

Zhuang Xiaolou's face is soft, the corners of his eyes are crooked, and his smile is shallow, but the depths of his eyes are ruthless.

Hao Renzhen, Wu Chaoran, Xiao Letian, and Yan Caiwei also had solemn faces, no longer as usual, and obviously had realized something.

......

"I'm waiting to accept the order of the little master and ancestor!" the seven sons glanced at each other and said in unison.

After the anger calmed down, a stirring thought rose in their hearts.

Flying to the peak to do penance, the little uncle gave a great opportunity, and finally it was time to go down the mountain.

If Wudang is in trouble, we will protect it!

Seeing that they had come to their senses, Lu Chunliang nodded with a smile and said eloquently, "Okay! Feilai Peak has multiple formation arrangements, and you are not familiar with it, so let Niu Er lead you down the mountain! Next, you only need to ......."

Vomit......

The big green ox roared, and was already pacing in front of the seven sons to lead the way.

"I will live up to the trust of the little master and uncle!" The seventh son respectfully listened to what the little master and uncle said, solemnly arched his hand, and then followed the green cow down the mountain in three steps.

Lu Chunliang smiled and looked at the departing figure of the seventh son, and his smile gradually became inexplicable......

The seven sons of Wudang gradually began to cultivate, as long as they really grew up, it was enough to support the great responsibility of Wudang.

By that time......

You can salt fish in the mountains again, no, it's free!

That's what it is......

The master has something to do, and the master and grandson obey it!

Well, no problem!

......

The blood cloud flew, and a group of human figures swept by, extremely fast, and went straight to the main hall at the top of the mountain along the mountain road, with a fierce momentum.

"Who is it?" An exclamation came from the stone platform on the mountainside, and the five young disciples of Wudang exclaimed in surprise, instinctively drawing their swords.

The next moment......

Bang bang bang!

Swords collide.

The blood-clothed men swarmed up, and between the swords in their hands, the young disciples were forced to retreat to the edge of the stone platform, and as long as they took one more step, they were about to fall off the cliff.

"Who are you, dare to break into my Wudang Mountain Gate!" the young disciple had no way out, and said angrily, "Aren't you afraid that this sect will retaliate afterwards?"

"Revenge?hahahaha......" The scar-faced man immediately burst out laughing when he heard it, as if he had seen some big joke, and he couldn't stop at all.

"What are you laughing at?" the young disciple of Wudang was full of grievances.

"I laugh at you Wudang is unmanned, there is no treasure mountain, but you don't even have a decent master. The huge mountain gate is only guarded by you young disciples, how can such a sect occupy the blessed land of the world, and dare that it is time for you to give up your position!"

"You... Don't you think about it!" Hearing the other party's ill-intentioned intentions, the young disciples of Wudang shouted angrily, "If you want to take my Wudang Mountain, you have to step on our corpse today!"

"I can't do it!, see who can save you today!" the scar-faced man waved his hand, "Solve them!"

Then a group of blood-clad men behind him stabbed in their hands, and they surged up like a tide.

"Senior brothers, there is only a battle to the death today!" There is no way to advance or retreat, although the bodies of the young disciples of Wudang are trembling, they have already risen up their determination to die, and they are ready to fight to the end against the group of blood-clothed people in front of them, and they will never be allowed to set foot on Wudang.

"Who said that I have no one in Wudang!" At this time, the air shook, and a low voice like thunder suddenly sounded and exploded in his ears.

"Who is it?" the scarred man looked at in shock, and the next moment he saw a pair of huge palms in front of him.

A palm split out, the breath was huge, and it became a mixed element, gray and gray, like a breath, thick as a mountain, shrouded in all directions, and suppressed fiercely.

Bang bang bang......

A series of more than a dozen blood-clothed people rushed to the front, but they were actually slashed by a palm and flew out, falling off the cliff, leaving a series of screams, and no bones remained.

The blood-clad men retreated in panic.

Subsequently......

I saw a calm man with a square face walking down from the top of the stone platform, his appearance was not good, but he had an immovable breath like a mountain, just standing there, he felt that the majestic qi was oppressive, unshakable.

"When did Wudang have such a master?" The scar-faced man's face sank, he looked at each other from a distance, and his breath stagnated slightly.

"Senior Brother?!" Those young disciples of Wudang were overjoyed when they saw the comer, and when they woke up, they hurriedly stepped forward to congratulate them, "Congratulations to Senior Brother to sit on the pass and fly to the peak, the martial arts will go to the next level, and the success will go down the mountain!"

"You guys did a great job!" Xie Baoshu nodded in approval as he saw the performance of these young disciples in the previous life and death crisis.

The young disciples of Wudang were immediately excited.

"You are Xie Baoshu, the senior brother of the Seven Sons of Wudang!" At this time, the scar-faced man seemed to have thought of something, and his face was gloomy.

He was even more angry in his heart.

What's going on?

According to the news, isn't this Xie Baoshu just a seventh-rank martial artist?

Now this is clearly an acquired master of the six-rank realm, and he doesn't even know what amazing martial arts he has cultivated, and the prosperity of qi is faintly not under him, a five-rank martial artist?

"That's right!" is the eldest brother among the seven sons of Wudang!" Xie Baoshu was neither humble nor arrogant, and laughed in a deep voice, "How can Wudang be rude when you come from afar?" Xie Baoshu has been waiting here for a long time on the orders of the little master and uncle."