Time teleportation.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.

Half a year ago, Heramul was assassinated and died.

As a general of Yuanmeng, he killed too many Han people in his life, as many as stars, and he couldn't count them.

After half a year of fermentation, this matter has already spread throughout Xuzhou, and the Han people in Yuanmeng are boiling, and they all secretly cheer for him, praising Li Bing as a hero of slaughter.

Yuanmeng.

A certain city.

Transported to the inn.

"Have you heard?"

"What?"

"It's just that the six major factions have gathered at the top of the light. ”

"Oh, this, I've heard about it, I also heard that the Exterminator Tai almost destroyed the Demon Sect with a sub-flag, if it hadn't been for the stunned Qing who resisted the Exterminator Tai's three palms, she would have destroyed the Demon Sect sub-banner a long time ago. ”

......

In a hall, a group of people in the rivers and lakes talked about the recent major events in the rivers and lakes.

On the side, a man in a green shirt and a cloak took the conversation into his ears.

Traitors, scum, Mongolian lackeys!!

When he heard that the six major factions were besieging the Bright Peak, the man's dark eyes hidden in the cloak flashed with anger, and his white and flawless right hand couldn't help but clench into a fist.

On the ring finger of his right hand, he carried a simple and unpretentious, densely patterned bronze ring, which was obviously rusty, but shimmered with a metallic luster.

This man is naturally Li Bing.

Since Li Bing killed Hera Muer half a year ago, there has been a tendency to start the road of supergod after taking a blood.

In the past six months, under the huge bounty and the wrath of Emperor Yuan, countless Mongolian nobles sent people to kill Li Bing, and the assassinations he encountered were simply countless, but he carried them one by one, and even used these assassins, killers, and masters of the rivers and lakes as whetstones to hone the Spring and Autumn Sword Technique and Qinglong Life Gong that he learned from Guan Yu's inheritance.

After half a year of heart-pounding, bloody assassination or pursuit, Li Bing was like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing combat experience, practicing wolf-like vigilance, and the realm also reached the peak of first-class, the sword technique was small, and the essence and blood of the green dragon slowly merged with his own "life", and his strength, essence and blood rose again.

At this time, Li Bing was furious when he heard that the six major factions in the rivers and lakes were going to besiege the Guangming Peak of the Ming Sect General Altar.

Mingjiao is the Yuan Mongolian country, the most likely to drive out the Tartars, revival of the Han nationality of the power of the country, although the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, there are some chickens and dogs in the Mingjiao, but most of the members of the sect are to drive out the Tartars of their own responsibility to resist the Yuan righteousness.

And what about the six major factions?

Hypocrisy!

As a large sect of the Han nationality, except for Zhang Sanfeng, almost none of the people of the sect have never stood up for the common Han people, let alone killed the Tartars who killed the people, but often oppressed the people and killed people if they disagreed.

For example, the head of Emei exterminated Shitai, and often killed people without saying a word, and this time it was not the Mongols who were killed, but the Han people, and it was she who crowned the "Ming Sect" of the Anti-Yuan Great Sect as a demon sect.

For Li Bing, these so-called righteous people in the rivers and lakes can be called Han scum and absolute traitors!!

And now, this so-called famous and decent sect is besieging the "Guangming Peak" of the main altar of Mingjiao for his own selfish desires.

How could this not make Li Bing, who had the whole village wiped out by the Mongols, angry?

"The Six Great Sects?" Li Bing's eyes flickered: "I'll go and take a look, and by the way, let's see what secrets are in the Yitian Sword, which is rumored to have been handed down from the Three Kingdoms period in ancient times and was once the sword of Cao Cao, Emperor Wu of Wei......"

The rivers and lakes are spreading, relying on the heavenly sword, the mystery of Wei Wu, the dragon slaying sword, the unparalleled in the world, get one, find the mystery, you can become the world's strongest, one person to deter a country is no longer a legend.

And the Yitian Sword is the sword of the Emei faction, which was obtained by the Emei patriarch by chance and has been passed down to this day.

A Green Dragon Glaive Knife brought Li Bing Guan Yu inheritance and Green Dragon Essence Blood, allowing him to be reborn and take revenge.

I don't know what great mystery is contained in the Yitian Sword, which was once the sword of Emperor Wu of Wei "Cao Cao"?

Li Bing said that he was looking forward to this.

......

Two days later.

Bright top.

"Kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing here, the sound of fighting shook the sky, and one by one the disciples of the Ming Sect and the disciples of the six major sects fought together.

The sword light and sword shadows, the blood and rain are flying, the war drums are like thunder, the heads are all over the sky, this place is in chaos, the shouting is deafening, and it is almost about to turn the world over.

"Burn my body, blaze the holy fire, what joy is there in life, and what is the pain in death? Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on me, the world is full of sorrows!"

"Whoever offends my Mingjiao - kill!"

After a high-ranking member of the Mingjiao in front shouted the slogan of the Mingjiao, the murderous aura overflowed, and he waved his hand, and all the sect members in the rear were holding bronze ge, pointing forward, the armor was forested, and the cold aura was permeated.

"...... sonor"

Hearing the slogan of this sect, the eyes of the Mingjiao sect were red, they were not afraid of death, and they moved forward bravely one by one, fighting uselessly, and killing the disciples of the six major sects.

All of a sudden, the scene was chaotic, the sky was full of smoke and dust, blood was overflowing, human heads were flying, the war was so fierce that it was almost a river of blood.

In the distance, the White-eyed Eagle King, the leader of the Heavenly Eagle Sect and one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Sect, was being besieged by three masters of the Huashan Sect, and the battle was fierce.

"Boom!" The white-eyed eagle king's hands pinched and grasped, using his mastery and eagle claw skills, constantly defusing or resisting the attacks of the three masters of Huashan.

Facing the three first-class late-stage masters of the Huashan faction, Yin Tianzheng, who was at the peak of the first-class realm, and had never practiced any peerless magic skills, only had the power to parry, and he had no strength to fight back at all, let alone defeat the opponent.

"Boom!" the air exploded, the long sword broke through the air, flashing with a metallic luster, and a sharp sword aura burst out.

A wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, and one person faces Yin Tianzheng, who is one of the three masters, and has neither a divine blade in his hand, nor a world-class master. Finally, with the passage of time and the gradual fading of internal force, a flaw was revealed, allowing the opponent to seize the opportunity.

"Poof!" Yin Tianzheng cracked the tiger's mouth between his index finger and ring finger, bleeding, his eagle claw skill was broken and injured.

"Hahahaha, okay, happy, come again. Yin Tianzheng couldn't help but not as imagined, "scolding the famous family for being decent and shameless, and even besieging me by three people", but looked up to the sky and laughed, and then attacked again with both hands like eagle claws, even though the tiger's mouth was still bleeding, it did not make him frown a little.

Seeing that Yin Tianzheng was still arrogant after being injured, the three masters of the Huashan faction couldn't help but be a little moved and a little admired.

If any of them were besieged and wounded, they would have scolded instead of laughing at the sky and confronting the enemy again.

But admiration is admiration, and the fight still has to be fought. After all, the individual position is different.

"Thorny ......"

The sound of gold and iron clashing came again, and the air exploded.