Sealing Sword Chapter 133: Loose sand
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On the mountain behind the Wuxiang Temple, thousands of people have gathered in a short time, but the forest is big enough, otherwise it really can't contain such a mixed group of fish and dragons.
The forest is dense with trees and steep rocks. A large group of them rushed in, like a tank of fish fry in the muddy water. Not to mention the enemy and the enemy, the scene is also very chaotic, from a certain reputation. The little-known gangs sent to them all have their own minds.
"A group of dragons has no head, a plate of scattered sand", Xuan Cheng heard the teacher say many times on Wangchen Peak, and now he has seen it with his own eyes.
His heart was tense, his face was silent, and he only made a gesture to the five fellow fellows. The six were divided into three groups and inserted into the crowd. They were able to respond individually and regroup in the shortest time.
A group of people rushed here with great momentum. First they saw the corpses in the forest. Some people cut the clothes of the corpses. Some of them found Prajna flower tattoos, and the rest were flawless.
This is supposed to be a conflict between the Soul Burial Palace and another force here, but watching his death, most of them were killed by poisonous needles.
Someone had sharp eyes and glimpsed the scratches on a tree trunk to the east, which were left by weapons like iron hooks. Everyone talked a lot, arguing about the arrangement of going and staying, and the noise was higher than the wave, which caused people to have a headache.
Looking at this situation alone, it's better to say that it's a "wulin group of bears" rather than a martial arts group.
Xuan Cheng noticed that when it was so noisy, there was no sound of birds and beasts being disturbed in the mountains and forests.
Many of them set their lights on and ignited them in the dark forest, like a fire snake swallowing a letter entrenched in the mountains, winding heads and tails, quietly entangled all the prey that was thrown into the net.
In the end, everyone in the forest divided into three paths, staying here all the way to meet the latecomers, going all the way to the east to find possible survival, and leaving all the way to Du'e Cave.
Xuan Cheng winked, and the other two groups of disciples stayed away, and he hurried to Du'edong with the junior apprentice next to him.
"The meeting will be held tomorrow, but there have been accidents in the past two days. It is really bad luck!"
A big man thrust the ring knife into the ground, leaning against the tree trunk and screaming. There were disagreements and sympathizers among the people next to him.
"The burial palace is so rampant, it deceives me that there is no one in the Central Plains!"
"I don't know if Sipho is okay, if it is..."
"..."
Some people provoke the conversation, and some people guide the topic without a trace. There are different opinions. People's attention is inevitably placed on each other, which naturally reduces their vigilance about their surroundings.
Countless black shadows show their bodies silently, either hidden in the cracks between the rocks on the mountain wall, or covered by vegetation, densely scattered. They slowly surrounded them from all directions, the darkness perfectly covered them, and their actions were extremely cautious. In addition, the dark piles placed in the crowd in advance attracted the attention of everyone, and they even approached them within thirty feet of everyone's surroundings.
A bunting man suddenly felt his eyes pierced by a bit of cold light. Before he looked back, he was strangled by a person around his shoulders.
His eyes widened suddenly, he saw the faint figure behind him, his mouth opened but he was pinched because of the throat, and he could not make any sound. After a while, his head tilted and fell on the shoulders of the people around him.
A big living person just turned into a corpse. The assailant smiled blankly, and said to the human from the side: "Brother drank too much, and now I feel a little sleepy."
The man took a glance and didn't see the horse's feet, then turned to talk.
They didn't know that the guard posts along the way of Wuxiang Temple had changed their heads.
The moment the blue fireworks exploded, it was like a bloodthirsty beast finally being released from the cage. The assassin who had not yet appeared on the tree held his breath, pulled his longbow, and the arrow struck.
A group of people rushed over from Wuxiang Temple, and everyone who was guarding in the forest was immediately alarmed. They all approached each other and asked, "Who is here?"
The visitor replied: "Amitabha, the little monk is a disciple of Wuxiang Temple Hengshou. He was ordered to check Du'e Cave."
The torch moved over, and it turned out that all the bald heads in the monks' clothes were reflected. Everyone was relieved first, and then suddenly realized that they were wrong--these monks were not holding sticks, but swords!
The monk bans the knife from **** and does not kill, but now the enemy is now, why do they abandon the stick and take the knife?
A young man in a green shirt in the crowd first noticed something was wrong, opened the folding fan in his hand, and shouted: "Everyone beware, there is fraud!"
Before the words fell, there were arrows roaring, and the circle of people on the outermost periphery was caught off guard, and **** flowers spread out in the wind.
Suddenly, many people on the scene were seldom prepared, and a few of them were the first to react. However, the long-dormant assassins have come over from all directions, with knives in their hands, and they are like cutting melons and vegetables. pretty.
However, the hundreds of martial arts people present at the scene weren't melons and vegetables left to slaughter. After a surprise, they quickly launched a counterattack, and the forest fell into chaotic fighting for a while.
But they soon discovered that they were not all "comrades in arms" who could entrust their backs. Many people were struggling to fight the killer, and suddenly a sword passed through behind their backs.
The two remaining disciples of the Supreme Palace, one called "Xuan Tong" and the other called "Xuan Xiao", practiced the swordsmanship of the two rites, the harmony of yin and yang, the combination of rigidity and softness. Can parry. Seeing that the enemy and us are in such a chaotic situation, they feel at a loss for a while, and they don't know who apart from each other can still trust the alliance.
They can all find that so many people on their side are not mediocre and incompetent, and many of them have high martial arts and outstanding methods. However, the difference between sects is still deeply rooted, and there are hidden piles lurking, and no one believes it. Who.
It seems that everyone is united to fight the enemy, but in fact they are fighting separately.
The Soul Burial Palace has been planning for a long time. They dared to bite on such a large piece of fleshy bones. What was sure was that they could not twist them into a rope. They only needed to have a better mouth and mouth.
Even the two of them have the intention to kill the enemy and are unable to speak.
The flies don’t bite the eggs, and all the internal and external troubles in the world are probably no more.
Xuan Cheng and others naturally saw this blue firework. At this time they had just arrived at the cliff, and saw that the edge of the cliff had collapsed, and there were several cracks on the ground that were shaken by fire and thunder.
Fearing that the ground might collapse for the second time, everyone did not dare to rush forward, so they could only watch the four light-hearted performers, Xuan Cheng being one of them.
The four people ventured down the cliff, and the mountain wind roared, almost blowing away people like dust. They had to take care of each other, connecting one by one, and finally Xuancheng stepped on half of the convex stone with one foot and saw the hole that had been blocked.
Xuan Cheng took a deep breath and freed a hand to draw out the long sword behind his back. When he pulled it out, the blade remained sharp, but Xuan Su lowered his head and smelled it, keenly smelling a hint of gunpowder.
Who would dare to blow up Du'e Cave with gunpowder? !
Xuan Cheng's heart was startled, but the person who grabbed him shook suddenly and almost threw him away. After finally stabilizing his figure, he saw a dark shadow on his head!
I was caught off guard this time, and the top of the four was smashed upright. If it weren't for the second person to dodge and change hands in time, I was afraid that they would involve the two below. In such a short period of time, Xuan Cheng could barely see that the black shadow was a person, or the person who came here with them, who should be the top news.
Something happened on the cliff!