Night is shrouded, and the crescent moon hangs high.

Tian Boguang did his best, rushed all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain before midnight.

Looking up, the majestic Huangji Palace under the moonlight is solemn, like a majestic beast lying on Zhongnan Mountain, swallowing the feng shui and earth qi of the Qinchuan River for 800 miles all the time.

As the Quanzhen Sect, it cost countless gold and silver, plus the imperial court to levy 100,000 people, and it took a few years to build the largest Taoist palace in the world.

The scale of Huangji Palace is larger, which is better than the Zixiao Palace of Wudang Mountain and the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, and now it is the first holy place in the world.

However, what is puzzling is that Yue Buqun, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, did not stay in the Huangji Palace, but used it as a symbol of the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Daomen, and allowed the Xuanmen fellow Daomen from all over the world to worship back and forth.

On weekdays, Wang Changyue, a highly respected ordination barrister, led hundreds of monks to guard the Taoist palace, cultivate good teachings, and edit classics.

Although Tian Boguang came up with the idea of setting fire to the temple, he didn't have the courage to burn the palace and pavilions seriously, but planned to only burn some side halls such as kitchens and firewood rooms.

At most, a few more Taoist priests were injured and there was a big commotion.

Otherwise, once the main body of the Yellow Pole Palace is destroyed, no matter how high his light skills are, it will be difficult for him to escape the crazy pursuit of the Quanzhen Sect.

Somehow, as soon as he infiltrated the range of the Huangji Palace, Tian Boguang always felt cold behind him, and an extremely bad premonition arose.

Found the firewood room, Tian Boguang gathered a pile of dry firewood against the wall, and was lighting a fire, but his heart was furious, so he had to put his hands together and keep praying around.

"Grandpa Sanqing is on top...... The villain doesn't really want to burn the palace, just make a show!

Your boss is merciful. Don't break my birthday...... Bless me with a long life!"

As he spoke, he squatted beside the pyre. Remove the fire fold. You have to light a handful of withered grass and start a fire......

Sneer, sneer......

Two slight sounds of breaking the air were approaching in an instant, one went straight to Tian Boguang's wrist holding the fire fold, and the other attacked his vest.

Fortunately, because of his ominousness, he had been nervous, but at this moment, he saw the opportunity early, rolled on the spot, and avoided the two steel short arrows in time.

But the next moment. The figure of the window flickered, and two sword lights followed closely, one attacked his head and neck, and the other attacked his waist and abdomen, which was extremely ruthless.

Tian Boguang was shocked, the other party's knife moves were so fast and incoherent, they were even better than his own most proud flying sand and stones.

The figure continued to roll close to the ground, Tian Boguang wiped his right hand on his waist, and the knife swung quickly, swinging away the two knives that came with two sounds.

Suddenly, I felt my feet touch the wall. He immediately slapped his left hand on the ground, and his figure rose. The cornices rose up the wall, and breathed a sigh of relief for a while.

Just by the feeling of the blade fighting, he was surprised to find that the knives used by the other two were completely different.

One is the thick-backed and thin-bladed machete used by the swordsmen outside the Guanwai, and the other is the narrow scimitar of the Mongol knights.

Therefore, although the knife skills of the two are similar, extremely fast and ruthless, but the feeling that can be given to people is very different, the thick-backed machete is powerful and heavy, and the narrow scimitar is cloudy and agile......

is also a fast knife master, without too much fighting, Tian Boguang faintly touched the opponent's path.

In the darkness and blur, I saw that the two of them were dressed in simple black Taoist robes, and they seemed to be low-level Taoist priests who were cleaning and doing chores.

But their faces were full of flesh, their eyes were vicious, and their bodies were full of murderous aura, all of which showed that they were definitely not Taoist cultivators!

Tian Boguang couldn't help but be secretly surprised, isn't the Quanzhen Sect mainly practicing swords, when did he have such a good sword technique, and he kept it secret and hidden?

Without allowing him to think too much, the two black-robed Taoist priests swung their swords again, and Tian Boguang had to fight back quickly.

Dingdingding......

The sound of blade clashing is extremely dense, as if it has been practiced into a long sound, and there is no interruption.

Occasionally flashing through the window, three quick knives intertwined into layers of light curtains under the moonlight, which was beautiful.

Tian Boguang suddenly found that the blade of the opponent's knife was flickering faintly blue in the moonlight, and immediately felt cold air in his heart, and the opponent's knife was poisonous?

The fight between the fast knife masters is more dangerous than the fight with most of the other masters, just because the knife moves of both sides are extremely fast, the fight is inseparable, and there is often an attack but no defense.

Many times, I only have time for you to slash me, I slash you, try to avoid your own vital points, exchange injuries for injuries, and exchange life for life......

But at this time, since he already knew that the other party's knife was smeared with poison, how could Tian Boguang dare to exchange injuries with the other party?

In this way, he inevitably had some scruples when he shot, and gradually defended more and attacked less.

Laugh at...... Oops!

The slight sound of tearing the cloth sounded, Tian Boguang screamed in the knife, and immediately felt a faint numbness in the stinging pain in the wound, and hurriedly suppressed the toxicity.

At this moment, where else can you care about setting fire to the temple?

Tian Boguang fought with the two of them for a few more moves, and finally got a glimpse of the opportunity, dodged out of the window, performed a strange and light skill, and fled.

But the two black-robed Taoist priests are also equipped with superior light skills, and they are also blessed by treacherous internal forces, and their body speed is not slower than that of Tian Boguang, and they are chasing after them at the moment.

Fleeing and chasing, the three of them rushed down Zhongnan Mountain in the blink of an eye and rushed into the wild dense forest.

After a while, the crisp clashing of blades, the muffled or strange screams of wounded, and the creaking and falling of trees, one after another, gradually faded away......

At the same time, two black-clothed Taoist priests appeared silently from the shadows of the eaves in the Huangji Palace.

One of them walked into the firewood room, picked up the fire fold left by Tian Boguang, and kicked away the dry firewood piled up against the wall with one kick......

The other jumped up lightly, flew up to the roof of the palace, put his finger to his lips, and whistled sharply at the sky.

After a while, a large eagle swooped down......

The sky was faint, and Yu Ming took a note of letterhead and hurriedly found Feng Buping, who was practicing qi in the courtyard.

"Someone dares to sneak into the Huangji Palace and set fire to it...... Feng Buping frowned, and after a little discussion with Yu Ming, he took dozens of elite disciples down the mountain and rode straight to Zhongnan Mountain.

Inevitably, she fell into the enemy's trick of transferring the tiger away from the mountain, so Cheng Bu was worried and Yu Ming stayed in Huashan, and arranged a large number of disciples to patrol on duty......

The unprecepted monk hid at the intersection of Huayin Road all night, and finally saw Feng Buping leading people away, and immediately knew that the time had come. Winding to the south of Huashan. Sneak up the cliff to the South Peak. Go straight to the cliff.

The sky was bright, and the morning fog in the forest gradually dissipated.

Whoop Woohoo ......

Tian Boguang panted, his face was pale, and he was clearly exhausted, but he kept running for his life.

At this time, he had long since lost his usual chic and irreverence, his clothes were in tatters, and there were dried blood stains everywhere.

In particular, a stab wound to the left shoulder. He directly shaved the palm-sized shirt with skin* flesh and disappeared, and the flesh and blood at the wound were blurred, but faintly blackened......

When he looked back by chance, he didn't seem to see the two black-clothed Taoist priests chasing after him, but Tian Boguang didn't dare to relax in the slightest, those two people were much less injured than him, and it was impossible not to catch up with him!

But he didn't notice that there was a small black dot hovering in the sky directly above, faintly advancing with him, 'ground-air coordination'......

A black-clothed Taoist priest fell behind more than a hundred abbots. chased Tian Boguang closely, but he paid attention to concealing his body through trees and rocks.

Another black-clothed Taoist priest was more than a hundred zhang to the right of Tian Boguang. went hand in hand with him, and faintly wanted to intercept Tian Boguang in front of Tian Boguang at a faster speed.

Half an hour later, Tian Boguang smiled miserably and leaned on a big bluestone, secretly regretful: I knew this was the case, Uncle Ben said that he would not come to Huangji Palace to set fire......

The two black-clothed Taoist priests slowly approached one after the other, sealing Tian Boguang's retreat.

Despite the weakness of his arms and twitching of his wrists, Tian Boguang still rushed to attack first.

Just because he knew very well that if he was passive and defended with the speed of the opponent's sword moves, he was afraid that he would be exhausted and would not be able to survive twenty moves.

Laugh at...... Well!

After barely struggling for more than 30 moves, Tian Boguang was cut on his left shoulder again by a black-clothed Taoist priest, and he couldn't help but snort.

After another seven or eight moves, Tian Boguang couldn't move, and his left calf was cut off by a thick-backed machete......

Falling to the ground, Tian Boguang only felt that the last trace of strength was also discharged, even if he was in pain and covered with cold sweat, he couldn't even open his mouth when he made a sound, until his neck was crooked and he fainted.

The two black-clothed Taoist priests breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at each other, and one of them said hoarsely: "I want to live, ......" As he spoke, he roughly gave Tian Boguang a point to stop the bleeding and bandaged the wound on his broken leg......

After the other black-clothed Taoist priest saw Tian Boguang faint, his face quickly turned from pale to blue, knowing that this was without active exercise suppression, and the poisonous outbreak at his wound was raging.

He took out a small bottle from his bosom, poured out three brown pills and gave them to Tian Boguang, and then pointed to the points of the Ren Vein acupoints in front of him to seal the operation of its internal force.

After a long toss, the two picked up Tian Boguang and returned to Zhongnan Mountain with light skills.

After climbing and jumping on the cliff for a long time, the monk finally approached the top of the cliff, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and sighed secretly: We have lived for most of our lives, and we have never climbed the mountain so hard...... Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

Suddenly, he jumped hard, flew onto the platform on the cliff, and when he saw the cave in front of him, the monk muttered: "Didn't that kid Tian Boguang say that Huashan is heavily guarded...... I didn't see how hard it was to get in!"

Ling Hu Chong heard movement outside, and when he came out with his sword, he saw that it was a fat monk he had never seen before, and he was shocked in his heart, but he still hugged his fists and asked, "This master ...... What is the important thing to think about the cliff, but to find it?"

The monk laughed and said, "Good son-in-law...... I've finally seen you, come with me!"

Ling Hu Chong only felt inexplicable, how could a monk call himself his son-in-law as soon as they met? He couldn't help but remind: "The master recognized the wrong person?...... I didn't get married......"

The non-precepted monk interrupted: "It's Linghu Chong, that's right...... Come with me!" said the probe and was about to grab Ling Hu Chong's arm.

Ling Hu Chong didn't know where to go, how could he be caught by him, moved under his feet, and dodged to dodge.

The monk hahaha, the movements of the hands turned into grappling techniques, and the shadow of the claws heavily shrouded the joints of the fox chong's shoulders and elbows.

The fierce wind blew on his face, making Hu Chong feel that the other party's claw was extremely clever and contained strong internal strength.

At the moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and he used his inner force to draw his sword out of the sheath in an instant, stabbing directly into the palm of the unquitting monk, the blade broke through the air, and the wind and thunder roared.

The face of the non-precepting monk changed, knowing that Linghu Chong's sword was full of masculine internal strength, he hurriedly added a few more internal forces to his hand, and changed his move to shoot at Linghu Chong's sword body, but he said happily: "Good son-in-law...... What a handsome kung fu!"

Ling Hu Chong has been cultivating Dugu Nine Swords every day for the past three months, and at this time, he naturally used the exquisite sword moves of Dugu Nine Swords, and the long sword shook slightly, and then turned to the wrist of the unprecepted monk.

Although the unprecepted monk was anxious to take Ling Hu Chong away, he couldn't help but light up when he saw Ling Hu Chong's swordsmanship, and he said, "Good son-in-law...... Are you afraid that you are not worthy of my family Yilin, and you are eager to perform in my father-in-law......"

As he spoke, he put out his hands together, slapped the sword body again with one hand, and attacked Linghu Chong's waist and abdomen with the other hand.

Hearing the unprecepted monk say 'Yilin', Ling Hu Chong was stunned, and seemed to understand something, but he still felt inexplicable, and the sword moves in his hand were not slow at all. (To be continued.) )