Walking to the edge of the cliff, the extreme eye was actually on the mountainside of a mountain peak, and I saw a few people lying on the northwest slope, motionless, as if they had died, Zhao Tiancheng swept away, as if flying in the sky, a vertical leap is a distance of more than ten zhang.

When they got closer, they saw four people dead in the snow, blood red on the snow, and all four of them had sword wounds on their bodies. Three of them wore Ming religious clothes, and the other was a monk who seemed to be a child of Shaolin.

Five fingers together, palm like a knife, directly inserted into the liver area of one of the people, tried the liver temperature, found that it has become cold, you must know that the temperature of the liver in the human body drops very regularly, very slowly, this temperature is obviously these people have been dead for a long time.

"Don't get out of control!" Worried about the safety of this Ming Sect, Zhao Tiancheng's figure flew towards the mountain.

Along the way, I saw corpses in disarray, most of them were Mingjiao disciples, but there were also many disciples of the six major sects. I think it was the six major factions who launched an onslaught. The Ming Sect was defeated because Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and other important leaders were all seriously injured and had no one to command, but although the disciples were at a disadvantage, they fought hard and unyieldingly, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

When I reached the top of the mountain, I suddenly heard the sound of the clashing blades, and the ping-pong fight was extremely fierce, "It's okay! It's okay! It's finally in time!" At the moment when Zhao Tiancheng relaxed. Suddenly, there was a whirring wind, and two steel darts were thrown from behind, one aimed at the back of the heart and the other at the back of the head, obviously wanting to directly reach Zhao Tiancheng's death.

At this time, the gray-robed monk hiding in the tree had already met the death of this demon sect that had slipped through the net, and when the smile had not disappeared, the figure that should have been hit suddenly disappeared, and suddenly a strong energy rushed in front of him. The gray-robed monk flew out like a cannonball without resistance, breaking several trees in succession. The whole body has long been a blur of flesh and blood.

Standing where the gray-robed monk was standing just now, Zhao Tiancheng shook his head and said, "The murderous intent is too heavy!

Kick your feet. The body climbed directly onto the high wall, and a huge crack appeared in the previous tree where Zhao Tiancheng stepped on it, and the whole crack actually went straight to the root.

There are a lot of houses in the back, and after passing through the two lobbies, there is a large square.

The black pressure on the field was full of people, and the number of Xishou was small, and nine out of ten were drenched in blood, sitting or lying, which was the side of Mingjiao. The number of people in the east head was several times larger, and it was divided into six piles. It seems that the six major factions have arrived. These six groups of people implicitly surrounded Mingjiao.

Zhao Tiancheng glanced at it, and saw that Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Monk Peng, and everyone was sitting in the Mingjiao people, and it was still difficult to see the situation. Yang sat next to her father without regret.

In the center of the square, two men were fighting, each watching intently, and no one noticed a figure on the roof at the edge of the square.

At this time, the two decisive men in the center of the square were fighting to the critical moment, and the two of them turned their bodies and fought extremely fast, and suddenly the four palms intersected, and they immediately froze. In an instant, it went from a rapid leap to complete stillness. The onlookers couldn't help but shout: "Okay!"

One of them is the middle-aged man with a short stature and a fierce face - Zhang Songxi, the four heroes of the Wudang faction. Another burly bald old man with long eyebrows and drooping the corners of his eyes. The nose is hooked, like an olecranon. The famous one on the rivers and lakes - Yin Tianzheng, the white-eyed eagle king.

At this time, there was a trace of heat coming out of the top of the heads of the two people, and the people around knew that the two people were competing for internal strength. No one dared to speak casually anymore, for fear of disturbing the two of them.

One is the leader of the Heavenly Eagle Sect and one of the four major guardian kings of the Ming Sect. One is Zhang Sanfeng's proud disciple, the Wudang Seven Heroes who belong to the mighty world, and they are about to distinguish victory and defeat in an instant. Both the Mingjiao and the Six Great Sects held their breath. Worried about their own people, they all know that this competition is not only related to the prestige of the Mingjiao and Wudang factions, but also the masters win with real strength, and most of the losing side is worried about their lives. I saw that the two of them were like two stone statues, and even the hair and the corners of their clothes did not flutter at all.

Yin Tianzheng was majestic, and his eyes were blazing, like lightning. Zhang Songxi adhered to the gist of "waiting for work with ease and braking with quiet" in the martial arts law, and guarded it closely.

He knew that Yin Tianzheng was more than 20 years older than himself, and his internal strength cultivation was more than 20 years deeper, but he was in the prime of life, full of strength, and the other party was aging, and after a long time, he would have a chance to win.

How do you know that Yin Tianzheng is really an unborn strange person in the martial arts, although Ji is big, his energy is not inferior to that of a young man, and his internal strength is like a tide, like one wave after another, and he slammed into Zhang Songxi from his palms.

Although separated by a long distance, Zhao Tiancheng could still see the form between the two people very clearly, and sat directly on the roof, he knew that Yin Tianzheng still had spare strength, and this competition was decided, so he was not in a hurry to make his own move, and only when they were all dead can the maximum effect be achieved.

Sure enough, as Zhao Tiancheng expected, Yin Tianzheng and Zhang Songxi shouted in unison, exerted force with four palms, and each withdrew six or seven steps. Zhang Songxi Songxi said: "The younger generation has taken one more step back, and he has lost half a move." With a bow, he retreated calmly.

After Zhang Songxi went down, he suddenly snatched out a person from the Wudang faction, and said sharply: "Yin Lao'er, I, Third Brother Yu and Fifth Brother Zhang, are all injured in the hands of your Heavenly Eagle Sect, this revenge will not be avenged, and I will live in the name of the Wudang Seven Heroes in vain." With a long choking sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light shone under the sun, and he put on the posture of "Wanyue Chaozong". This is the starting style of Wudang disciples and elders when they make moves, Mo Shenggu is already a very powerful master in the martial arts at this time, although he is angry, but in front of everyone, every move cannot be rude.

Seeing Mo Shenggu's actions, Zhao Tiancheng shook his head, "Following a great master of mind cultivation for so long, he is still so impulsive, no wonder no one in Wudang has been worthy of the role of pillar since Zhang Sanfeng." ”

The two of them used a long sword and a broken stick, although Mo Shenggu's sword moves were exquisite, but their experience was much worse than Yin Tianzheng's, so they had been suppressed.

There was a faint noise from such a scene among the six major factions, obviously many people couldn't stand it anymore, after all, Wudang was also the top of the six major factions, and the people who came out were really unacceptable at this level.

Mo Shenggu was also secretly anxious, with a clear roar, the swordsmanship suddenly changed, and the long sword seemed to have become a soft belt, gently tortuous, erratic, it was the seventy-two moves of the Wudang faction "Finger Twisting Soft Sword"

Seeing Mo Shenggu's swordsmanship, Zhao Tiancheng also became interested, carefully comprehended the swordsmanship's moves, and secretly compared it with his own swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, hoping to absorb the advantages of the finger-winding sword.

It's a pity that when Mo Shenggu only used a dozen moves, he was grabbed by Yin Tianzheng on the shoulder, fortunately, Yin Tianzheng's men were merciful, otherwise the Wudang faction would lose a backbone again.

Song Yuanqiao took the initiative to wrap Yin Tianzheng's wound, and Zhao Tiancheng, who saw it, shook his head, it was because of Song Yuanqiao's character that he finally killed his junior brother because of his son. So many tragic things have happened. This reminded Zhao Tiancheng of a sentence: "Character determines fate." ”

Song Yuanqiao waved his long sleeves, took two steps back, and said, "Song Mou teaches the old-timers' tricks!"

Zhao Tiancheng immediately stood up, knowing that the time to watch the play was over, and it was time for him to perform. (To be continued......)