This made Xiaoyaozi feel despised in his heart, he didn't like this feeling, to be precise, he hated "don't go!"

Xiaoyaozi caught up with Tsing Yi with an arrow step, and put his sword in front of Tsing Yi, "I promise you to go with you to carry out this special mission." ”

Qing Yi smiled, and did not show his uncalm expression, but nodded quite calmly, "Since you agreed, come with me." ”

However, Xiaoyaozi never thought that Qingshan would actually take him to the Wudang faction. The Wudang faction is a well-known sect in the rivers and lakes, not to mention how powerful the head of Wudang is, even the Wudang Seven Heroes below him, take out one at random, and all of them are famous in the rivers and lakes.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were coming to assassinate the head of Wudang?" Xiaoyaozi looked at Qing Yi coldly, wondering in his heart, would Qing Yi take this opportunity to kill himself in order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and the person who really caused the death of the mad knife would be Qing Yi?

Tsing Yi did not answer Xiaoyaozi's question directly, but calmly replied to Xiaoyaozi, "I said, I will take you to carry out a special mission, in this Jianghu, what is the concept of a special mission, you should have heard of it, in this case, what is the point of talking more?"

"Okay, you're justified. Xiaoyaozi frowned and clenched his slightly trembling hand. I don't know why, Xiaoyaozi always has a hunch that he will miss here. Moreover, Xiaoyaozi felt the very special mystery on the green shirt.

This is something that Xiaoyaozi has never felt. However, since he has taken over this task, he must carry it out, and he will follow the green shirt.

In fact, the current Xiaoyaozi has a very high level, and after so many years of practice, he has a high attainment in martial arts. Although Xiaoyaozi didn't know if he could beat the green shirt, he could feel that the momentum on his body was far stronger than before.

"Let's go. When he arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain, Qingshan turned his head and looked at Xiaoyaozi, "Remember, this mission can only succeed, not fail, if it fails, then there is only a dead end." ”

Xiaoyaozi frowned and nodded, "Got it." ”

The green shirt took Xiaoyaozi like this, and the two of them moved forward one after the other, one left and one right, towards Wudang Mountain, slowly advancing. Both of them were dressed casually, so much so that no one noticed that Xiaoyaozi and Tsing Yi had gone up the mountain. However, when they reached the halfway point of the mountain, some disciples had already discovered Xiaoyaozi and Qingyi who were heading to the top of the mountain, and hurriedly stopped them, "Who are you two? Why do you dare to trespass on my Wudang Mountain without permission?"

"You're talking too much. Qingyi said, his hand shook, the sword flower fell, and he continued to walk up without looking back.

Xiaoyaozi's brow furrowed even tighter, "Why should we kill him?"

"Your words are too much. There is no reason for a killer, to kill a person. Qing Yi said, pushing away the body of the Wudang disciple in front of him, and then continued to march towards Wudang Mountain.

When Xiaoyaozi and Qingyi arrived at the top of Wudang Mountain, the corpses of dozens of disciples were already scattered on Wudang Mountain, all of them were the same-the throats were separated.

Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen to the ground before he could finish "killing" a Wudang disciple standing on the top of the mountain. With a calm face, Tsing Yi kicked the dead disciple to the side, holding the long sword in his right hand, and stepped forward step by step.

And Xiaoyaozi, who followed closely behind Tsing Yi, also held a sword in his hand, and walked forward while being vigilant about the things around him.

"It's them, they killed several brothers just now!" At this moment, a disciple of the Wudang Sect rushed out of the gate of the Wudang Sect with a bunch of people, holding the Wudang Taiji Sword, and surrounded Xiaoyaozi and the Qingyi group, "Who is coming, why did you brutally kill my Wudang disciple?"

"There's so much nonsense. The head of the green shirt looked at the sky, and said to himself, "Xiaoyaozi, you know what to do, right?"

Xiaoyaozi has a headache, seeing that Tsing Yi is like this, he obviously wants to push himself out, but if he fights with these people, then what will Tsing Yi do?

However, the urgent form in front of him made Xiaoyaozi have no time to think about it, and he entered the crowd of the Wudang faction with a sword.

"Quick, hurry up and swing the Taiji Sword Formation!" a disciple of the Wudang Sect hurriedly shouted, this Xiaoyaozi's attack was so fierce that they couldn't parry it for a while. Not to mention that Xiaoyaozi's sword qi is very powerful, enough to force ordinary disciples back, and Xiaoyaozi's swordsmanship is also proficient enough, like a fish galloping in the sea, smooth and steady.

Qing Yi looked at Xiaoyaozi who was scuffling in the crowd, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he raised his steps, tapped his toes, and flew towards the main hall of the Wudang faction in a few steps.

"Isn't the head of Wudang a turtle with a shrunken head??" Qingshan's words were very aggressive, and as soon as he entered the main hall, he scolded, "Hurry up and come out and die, I don't want to talk nonsense!"

The head of Wudang was in retreat in the back mountain at this time. But Qingyi didn't know this, he thought that the head of Wudang would definitely stay in the main hall, but he was wrong.

Qingyi's shouting did not call out the head of the Wudang faction, but shouted out the Wudang Seven Heroes.

"Who is making a noise here? Those who trespass on my Wudang will be killed!" I saw a person who was also wearing a cyan robe and holding an iron painting silver hook in his hand walked away from the apse of the Wudang Sect.

"Call your heads out to die, don't talk nonsense. The language of the green shirt was so bitter that the person in front of him suddenly became angry, "It's really arrogant, since this is the case, let you see how powerful our Wudang Seven Heroes are!"

As he spoke, the man picked up the iron painting silver hook, jumped up, and rushed to the green shirt, "Look at the move!"

Holding an iron painting silver hook is Zhang Cuishan, the third oldest of the Wudang Seven Heroes. And the strength of the green shirt could not be fully displayed in front of Zhang Cuishan, and for a while, the green shirt was completely suppressed by Zhang Cuishan.

"Damn!" this made Tsing Yi unbearable no matter what, he hadn't seen the head of Wudang yet, was the mission about to fail?

"Break it for me!" Qing Yi gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up the sword in his hand, and swung it at Zhang Cuishan with his strongest move, "Qingyun Sword Technique's Sword Rain!"

For a while, the sword qi of the green shirt suddenly burst out, and under this powerful sword aura, the sword of the green shirt seemed to have a source of endless power, forcing Zhang Cuishan back a few steps.

I saw Zhang Cuishan looking at the green shirt with a solemn face, and his brows furrowed a few times, "It's such a powerful sword qi, it's a master." But no matter what, I won't let you hurt the boss!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cuishan raised the iron painting silver hook and once again prepared to attack the green shirt.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came into the ears of the two of them.