It was getting late, and the top of the Netherworld Peak was even brightly lit. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info At this time, Hong Mingxian's spirit was obviously insufficient after an afternoon of competition, and the golden folding fan Zou Ping behind him leaked a nervous look on his face, but he was helpless.

The sword qi at the top of the Netherworld Peak swept in the wind, and the silver light flashed in all directions. Hong Mingxian dodged left and right, trying to avoid everyone's edge. The five people are more likely to occupy the fourth room and not give Hong Mingxian any respite. Hong Mingxian is already embattled.

At this time, Hong Mingxian has only one way, no matter what, open another gap, maybe there is still a chance to survive, otherwise, even if he is not killed by them, he will die of exhaustion. He looked around and finally found that the sword moves of a small Taoist priest due north were obviously at a disadvantage, and it was a good opportunity for him to break out of the encirclement.

Hong Mingxian used all his strength to attack Zhong Wufeng, who was located in the direction of due north, and after a while, Zhong Wufeng obviously couldn't resist and retreated. Sect Master Hong pushed his palm and attacked right at the mouth of Zhong Wufeng's heart, and immediately Zhong Wufeng was already unconscious.

Zhong Wuyang saw that his younger brother was injured, his eyes were red and angry, and he fought hard, Hong Mingxian only looked around, but he didn't expect Lin Zuozong's sword to fall from the sky, and after a cold light, Hong Mingxian's back was already bloody.

Immediately after that, Lin Zuozong hit another fast sword, Hong Mingxian was already obviously at a disadvantage because of the sword in the back court and overwork, and turned around and wanted to escape, Lin Zuozong's flying sword stabbed straight into a long sword, and a long sword was inserted from his back, and suddenly blood flowed down from the blade of the sword like a spring.

At this time, Hong Mingxian's face was heavy, and he knelt on one knee. Lin Zuozong quickly pulled out the long sword on his back, and Hong Mingxian knelt on his knees and supported the ground with his hands on the ground, looking depressed. Zigui Zhenren is even more obedient to break Hong Mingxian's tendons and tendons. Hong Mingxian, who was still heroic just now, fell to the ground like a puddle of mud at this time.

At this time, Zhong Wuyang saw that his younger brother Zhong Wufeng had been beaten to death by Hong Mingxian, and cried with a crying face: Brother, I want to avenge you.

Lin Zuozong was even more angry when he saw his junior brother being killed, and he said that he raised his sword and quickly wanted to stab Hong Mingxian's heart.

At this time, Hong Peichen quickly stepped forward and held Hong Mingxian to block Lin Zuozong's sword blade. But Lin Zuozong couldn't react and still injured Hong Peichen's left shoulder.

Seeing that Lin Zuozong was standing on the side, Zigui Zhenren seemed to give up killing Hong Mingxian, and angrily reprimanded: He is a witch and can also be killed. After finishing speaking, he raised his sword and prepared to stab at Hong Peichen.

Lin Zuozong took advantage of the situation to raise the sword to block Zigui Zhenren, and the two swords struck each other, making a roar between the iron weapons. Lin Zuozong used too much force just now, and Zigui Zhenren took advantage of the situation and retreated a few times, and fell into a daze.

The perpetrator of the evil is not this woman, and if anyone wants to hurt him, please forgive him. Lin Zuozong waved his sword to the right, stood behind Hong Peichen, and said to all the people in the martial arts.

Zhong Wuyang was heartbroken when he saw his younger brother killed, how could he know that Senior Brother Lin could protect this person again. After desperation, he picked up Zhong Wufeng's body and walked down the mountain.

Hu Fengyang and Xu Daiyue were sad when they saw Senior Brother Zhong, and Senior Brother Lin was more willing to protect this woman, and they were in a dilemma, and finally broke through their emotions and rationality and stood up to support Senior Brother Lin.

Although Master Ben Yuan was seriously injured, after taking the Heart Protection Pill, he was fine with his injuries after using internal strength to breathe. stepped forward and said to Zigui Zhenren: Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. Why should real people be killed?

After hearing this, Zigui Zhenren's face turned pale, and he was speechless for a while facing Master Benyuan, who had always been known as benevolent, and turned to the disciple of Songshan and said: Let's go. After speaking, he led the more than twenty disciples of Songshan Mountain to leave the Netherworld Mountain.

Master Benyuan walked towards Hong Mingxian, and at this time, Hong Mingxian collapsed to the ground, and his hamstrings had been broken by Zigui Zhenren and he had serious internal injuries, and his breath was short......

Amitabha, Ouyang benefactor, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. Saying that, he pointed to the three acupoints of Hong Mingxian Qichong, Yin City, and Taiyi. Hong Mingxian coughed twice, and the bleeding had stopped. Sun Yuting took out the Heart Protection Pill from his arms and gave it to continue his life. After Master Benyuan finished speaking, he left alone.

After seeing Songshan and Shaolin leaving, the Wulin Gemen faction also followed it down the mountain, and only the Wudang faction stayed at the top of the mountain. As the saying goes: the trees fell and scattered, and the disciples of the Netherworld Sect also scattered when they saw that the sect leader Hong Mingxian was defeated and retreated.

In addition to the three people who died in the battle just now, the Eight Great King Kongs of the Netherworld Sect also fled one after another, except for the Golden Folding Fan Zou Ping. The golden folding fan Zou Ping looks like a scholar, the folding fan in his hand is made of Xuantie, which can block any sword, and there are more than 100 silver needles in the fan, which is the secret weapon used to escape for his life.

Hong Peichen took care of Hong Mingxian, who was panting, and Lin Zuozong's act of sacrificing his life to save him just now made Hong Peichen remember this handsome young Taoist in a purple-black green shirt, and stood up and thanked him.

The other four people of Wudang returned the salute with their fists and retreated down the mountain.

At this time, Hong Mingxian no longer had the demeanor of the past, and his quadriplegia knew that the limit was approaching, and he coughed and said to Zou Ping on the side: Elder Zou, I have been... There is no help, Peichen will be taken care of by you in the future. Hong Mingxian has been tightly holding the hands of his beloved daughter Hong Peichen. As Hong Mingxian's friend, Zou Ping knelt beside Hong Mingxian and nodded after agreeing to his friend's entrustment. Sect Leader Hong took the last breath of smoke.

The huge Netherworld Peak was already very silent at this time. With Hong Mingxian's death, the Netherworld Sect finally fell apart.

At ten o'clock in the night, Hong Peichen cremated his father's body on the Netherworld Peak, and the accompanying blazing flames, the legendary Hong Mingxian completely disappeared from people's field of vision.

As his best friend, Zou Ping has known Hong Mingxian for more than 20 years. After all, the former friend returned to dust, and Zou Ping was also in tears for a while. If Hong Mingxian could have listened to Zou Ping's persuasion at that time, he would not have ended up like this.

Hong Peichen put his father's ashes in a brocade box and placed them at the highest place of Netherworld Peak. Here you can overlook the entire Central Plains Shenzhou. I couldn't go back when I was born, and now I can count my soul back to my hometown.

The two of them returned to the Nether Cult's main hall, and there was a scattered scene everywhere. Even yesterday there was a crowd of people in the hall, but now there are only wisps of candlelight, and it is very desolate.

Zou Ping said to Hong Peichen, who was in a trance: Miss, you better rest early. Tomorrow, I will take you back to Xiliang. For a long time, the main altar of the Netherworld Sect was located in Xiliang, a bitter cold place on the border of the Western Regions.

Hong Peichen nodded in agreement. Zou Ping understood that Hong Peichen, who had just experienced the pain of his deceased father, didn't want to say much at this time. But after all, it is best to return to Xiliang as soon as possible.

Under the faint candlelight, Hong Peichen peeled off the clothes above his shoulders and leaked snow-white skin. Hong Peichen's slender eyebrows, black hair and blue eyes have always been a rare beauty.

Hong Peichen sprinkled some medicinal powder on the sword wound, she looked at the sword marks on her shoulders and thought about the scene where the handsome appearance of the martial arts master just now, in order to stand up for her chest and confront all kinds of martial arts people.

The sound of closing the door resounded through the silent Netherworld Villa, and Hong Peichen took advantage of the night to walk down the mountain. The death of his friend made Zou Ping unable to sleep, thinking about his past with the Hong gang leader, and after being awakened by the sound of the door closing, he has been following Hong Peichen and observing her every move.

At the foot of the Netherworld Peak, there is only a small inn next to an official road from south to north. Recently, due to the battle of Netherworld Peak, business has been extremely hot.

Hong Peichen knocked on the door with his hand, and a plainly dressed shopkeeper saw a woman and said: Miss, I'm really sorry that the shop is full.

I'm here to find someone, can there be a group of Wudang Dao people living here? Hong Peichen asked.

A large number of young women with beautiful looks and luxurious clothes said: There is a group of Wudang Daoists who live here. But Miss...

Well, that's what I'm here for. After finishing speaking, Hong Peichen walked into the shop. The decoration of the inn is simple, only a few birch tables and chairs, wooden ladders and guardrails are also objects from a long time ago, and they are full of traces of friction of guests.

Hong Peichen, who walked into the hall, was about to go up to the second floor, but was stopped by the shopkeeper and said: This young lady, there is not even a female customer in this store. So it seems a little too inconvenient for you to go up. Can you tell us the name of the person you are looking for, and I will look for it for you.

Hong Peichen thought that it was the same, so he told the shopkeeper: black hanging long shirt, bun and head, handsome face.

Hong Peichen's answer made the shopkeeper very helpless and said: Everyone in Wudang Dao is dressed like this, you still tell his name, right?

At this time, Zou Ping had been observing outside the door for a long time, and when he saw that the young lady seemed to have encountered some problems, he hurriedly stepped forward.

After seeing Zou Ping, the shopkeeper saw that there were still dry blood stains on his body, trembling his legs, and asked: Who are you?

Zou Ping took out a silver ingot from his bosom and handed it to the shopkeeper and asked: I just want to ask you, do those Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain live in the store.

Seeing that Zou Ping was covered in blood, how dare he dare to have a silver ingot, and hurriedly said: There are indeed more than 20 Wudang Dao Masters living in the shop, but it seems that a few of them have left tonight.

Zou Ping whispered to Hong Peichen and said: Miss, maybe he has left. Let's get out of here

After speaking, Zou Ping put the silver ingot on the stage and left the inn with Hong Peichen, and the shopkeeper hurriedly closed the door in a panic.