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Once upon a time, this ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains should have been very prosperous, but now it has become a place for owl birds.

Wan Heng's right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his eyes wandering up and down among the broken ruins.

The source of that cold voice was ethereal, and the young swordsman couldn't tell where it came from, so he couldn't figure out where to start, and turned his head to look at the Sword Sect. Yue Guhan's face was light, and the obedient scene in front of him seemed to have been expected by him, as for those cow ghosts, snake gods, they were also old friends who had not seen him for many years.

"Draw your sword. ”

The Sword Sect gently prompted, Wan Heng did not hesitate to pull the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand out of the sheath, and a sword roar pierced the cold night, attracting several covetous glances in the dark night.

"The wilderness is lonely and the grave is not solid, and the immortals are really coming, and the ancient caves and caves are difficult to withstand the fireworks in the world. The Sword Sect also asked the Emperor to sit in the capital and wait for Wuming to come to the door. ”

In the ruined temple, the ghostly voice sounded again but pointed directly at the Sword Sect, and it was obvious that the characters hiding here were also paying attention to the little waves on the rivers and lakes.

Between the words, a phantom rose from the shadow of the ruined temple, and the speed of his body was called divine speed, and his arms were spread out like a monster, heading straight for Wanheng.

No matter what the identity of this person is, or where he is told, but there is one thing that this person's martial arts are obviously above Wan Heng, and under such a wild figure, with Wan Heng's ability, a trace of panic also rose in his heart.

"Three thousand feet of white hair. ”

In a hurry, Yue Guhan whispered a sentence, Wan Heng immediately blessed his heart, the long sword shook, and a touch of sword light waved from the back of his head, like a croaking crescent moon, cold as water.

This is exactly the swordsmanship in "Qinglian Sword Song", the sword sect mentioned it, and the sword moves that had been melted into the bones naturally came out, facing the strange shadow.

The sword light change was facing the flaw in the shadow-like figure's moves, and when it flew up, Wan Heng's sword move was already the first to come, and it went straight into its chest.

Although the opponent's body is fast, it has not reached the high and wonderful place, and the person cannot move and transform in mid-air, and the green feng in Wan Heng's hand goes straight into the chest and abdomen, but it makes a sonorous sound of gold and iron striking, and it can't be re-entered.

The black shadow slapped his backhand on Wan Heng's sword body, and the young swordsman only felt a strong internal force rushing up the sword, almost unable to pinch the long sword in his hand.

The black shadow took a few steps back, and squatted not far in front of Wan Heng with his hands raised high.

At this time, Wan Heng saw clearly what he was fighting against.

The black shadow on the opposite side had a hideous jet-black ghost face on his head, and the entire ghost face made of steel firmly bound his head, revealing only his mouth, nose, and eye sockets.

It seems to be a kind of protection, but in fact it is more like a cruel punishment. Wan Heng could see the other party's eyes through the holes on the ghost's face, obviously there were no eyeballs in this person's eye sockets, and it was obvious that the eyeballs were gouged out alive.

There was only a terrible hole left in the nose, and the lips on the mouth had been cut off, and there were no teeth or tongue behind it.

Obviously, someone and his cruel methods tortured the person in front of him, and made him deaf, blind, dumb and noseless in front of him.

Wan Heng held the sword in his hand, his heart was cold, this disabled person was just one step away from being able to kill himself here, if it weren't for the Sword Sect's mention, he was afraid that he would already be hated by his palm.

This ghost-faced monster was wearing a shabby black robe, half human and half ghost, the chest and abdomen that had just been cut by the long sword, revealing black marks, and under the black robe was actually wearing armor made of stainless steel, so Qing Feng in Wan Heng's hand could not go deep.

"Beware, he's got poison on his hands. ”

The Sword Sect stood behind Wan Heng and didn't make a move, just looked up and down the ruins in front of him with a rather refined gaze.

Wan Heng listened to the prompt of the Sword Sect, and turned his eyes to look at the strange man opposite, the person was wearing a glove made of stainless steel, which spread from his fingertips to the black robe, and there were curved claws made of steel twisted at the fingertips, shining with a faint green light under the moonlight.

This person has strong palm power and quick body skills, and there are few people who can compare with him when he looks at the rivers and lakes. Wan Heng compares himself, and the skill of this person in front of him should be above the "Canglei" who broke into the palace with him that day, and he may only be slightly inferior to Baicheng Xiongzong.

The strange figure moved, his hands staggered out, the majestic palm force brought the sound of wind and thunder, and the dark green gloves evolved into thousands of palm shadows in mid-air, and in an instant, they attacked fiercely, enveloping Wan Heng's figure.

Wan Heng was terrified in his heart, the move made by the strange man in front of him was the Wudang peerless "Little Heavenly Star Palm", this way the palm technique was as dense as a net, and the moves were coherent, once it was used, it seemed that the heavenly star covered the top, enveloping Zhou Tian.

This is a lowly kung fu in Wudang martial arts, and it is the foundation on which the disciple is based when he enters, and it is originally a little crude and simple.

However, the strange man in front of him used this little Tianxing palm, the palm power was strong and magnificent, and the bearing was integrated, looking at the trick pharaoh spicy as if the old man of Wudang was doing it himself, the originally slightly simple palm technique actually implied a bit of the martial arts true meaning of "the road to simplicity", and suppressed Wan Heng steadily.

The palm momentum spread, Wan Heng's heart seemed to be pressed against a big stone, and he felt that he was about to die in the palm of a strange man in a moment.

Yue Guhan let out a low sigh at this time.

"The three mountains are half in the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Egret Continent. ”

As soon as the Sword Sect mentioned, Wan Heng was blessed to the soul, and the sword moves in "Qinglian Sword Song" came out again, the long sword shook in the air, and several sword lights seemed to be scattered but not condensed, seemingly unintentionally writing, but the strange man's dense palm momentum was broken open a small opening, and Wan Heng earned a little respite at the moment of life and death.

The man covered the door at the tip of his elbow and the tiger's mouth, looking at the greeting. ”

Wan Heng is naturally not a wasted person, taking this step to turn defense into offense, using the exquisite sword moves in "Qinglian Sword Song" one by one, and forcibly competing with the strange man in front of him for three colors.

If there is no Yue Gu Han here, I am afraid that after only a dozen moves, Wan Heng will hate in this deserted temple.

And Yue Gu Han's generation of Sword Sects, his eyesight is naturally extraordinary, and he can see through the omissions in the strange man's martial arts at a casual glance, and forcibly let Wan Heng be equal to him.

The palm shadow sword light is staggered, Wan Heng gritted his teeth and desperately fought with the stranger, the stranger's moves changed repeatedly, from the small Tianxing palm to the gossip dragon palm, and then to the innate Du Jun divine order, and changed three sets of Wudang palm techniques in a row.

The change of moves, or magnificent, or ethereal, or ruthless, but no matter how it changes, Wan Heng ran the Qinglian Sword Song, and the extremely cold sword intent brought up the sword light, attacking the tip of the stranger's elbow and the tiger's mouth, and forcibly fighting a five-five situation.

Under such circumstances, Wan Heng couldn't help but praise the Sword Sect for being really a sword master.

"So, then again. ”

The bird-like voice rose again, and a black shadow like an iron tower ran out of the night, and the whole person suddenly rushed behind Wan Heng without sound and without warning, and a pair of iron fists were imprinted on Wan Heng's back without warning.

With such a miraculous skill, only the assassination fist of the Shaolin Temple Faxin monk led the monks to derive this miraculous feat.

Wudang palm, Shaolin boxing.

The combined efforts of the two super-first-class martial arts masters are how exquisite Wan Heng's sword moves are, and there is only one way to hate.

However, at this time, Yue Gu Han took a light step forward.

At this step, heaven and earth will be different.

One step later, the Sword Sect magically stepped into the battle circle, and with a light tap of his right hand back, he pointed at the chest of the sneak assassin, and the black bear-like figure immediately retreated.

Under the moonlight, I saw that the sneak attacker was also wearing a black robe, and his face was black, his skin was like charcoal, his body was tall, the whites of his eyes and teeth were extremely white, and he turned out to be a Kunlun slave from the Western Regions.

What are you kidding, with the finger of the Sword Sect, which puppet dares to take it?

As for the ghost-faced strange man, he was even more like a frightened bird, and the whole person used his strength with both feet, and before Yue Guhan could make a move, he flew backwards and retreated, escaping from the battle circle.

"Since I'm here, what are you doing with your head and tail?"

Yue Guhan asked, but the person who was hiding in the shadows and pretending to be a ghost was anxious.

They are incognito in order to take revenge, and the ghosts, snakes, and gods are just clever names to cover their heads and tails.

But the shadow of the tree of man's name. The ancestor Huang Tiandao, who pretended to be a ghost, would also be knocked to the ground when he encountered the Sword Sect.

If you provoke the Sword Sect in vain, I am afraid that before you succeed in revenge, you will be killed.

In desperation, the leader appeared from the shadows, but it was a dwarf who was just over two feet tall.

In the world, if the three saints do not come out, no one can try the Sword Sect's Heavenly Divine Blade. This truth is not preached, but it is laid out there, and the bodies of unbelievers such as Balutosa are already cold.

"The people after the catastrophe have seen the Sword Sect, and I hope that the seniors will see that we are born miserable and let the younger generations and others go. ”

The dwarf was low and small at this time, only hoping to coax Yue Guhan and be able to earn a trace of life. In addition, he was also secretly thinking, he and the others had always acted carefully, except for the ancestor in the door, there was no one in the way, and there was a dojo of his own vein in the South Mountain, how could it be exposed.

"The Great Ci'en Temple is already an old thing from the previous dynasty, you are so tossed, are you not afraid that the news of Huaihai will be leaked and his big thing will be ruined?"

The dwarf's figure was hidden in the night, he was already short, and when he lowered his head and his face was hidden in the night, no one could see the face on his face.

"The ancestor and I are really fellow travelers of the Sword Sect. ”