Sealing Sword Chapter 134: Gathering

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The fireworks exploded, gathering and dispersing streamers, and then the noise that rang along with the bells and drums spread far away under the night, almost awakening all beings in the mountains and forests. The violent wind blew on the ground, breaking the grass and trees, bending the waist, the fire light swaying, and people turned into one A shadow that goes with the flow.

The soul burial palace is like a leech that has been dormant in the swamp for a long time. They are already hungry. At this moment, Zhao Bingmo’s fireworks commanded them, and they seemed to smell the smell of blood. They almost moved out to target their respective prey. Stretch out minions.

In the Wuxiang Temple, the inside and the outside should be combined, the enemy and us in the forest are inseparable, and there is a dead end on the cliff...From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, from the front mountain to the back mountain, all are shrouded in a fishy wind, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos. .

The three of Xuan Cheng finally climbed up, and saw that a desperate battle had begun on the cliff, and they had to raise their swords to join the battle before they even had time to ask a question.

He was frightened while fighting. There was only one way from the forest to this place. These assassins could chase here. I am afraid that the comrades who stayed in the forest were also ambushed. Right now, Xuan Cheng was suffering from the enemy, even though Xuan Cheng still had the power to oppose the enemy, he couldn't break the situation. He was impatient for a while, but didn't know what to do.

While in trouble, he glanced at him, and inadvertently saw a small shadow—the black wind was high, the mountains were dark, and the man was short, like a shadow that never slipped in autumn, if it wasn't where Xuancheng was standing. It's just right, I really can't find him.

The entire Wenchan Mountain, except for the young novice monks adopted in the temple, only Xie Li is a child. Xuan Cheng originally suspected that this person's little devil's child came to die, but saw a faint cold light.

That is...

Xuan Cheng was stunned, but saw that the little black shadow raised his hand slightly, a sharp hook turned out to be under his wrist, and it lightly hooked him.

The situation is critical and cannot tolerate too much consideration. Xuan Cheng gritted his teeth and took the lead in killing the people around him. At the same time, he shouted: "The road ahead is cut off, and it is when you come back!"

Anyone who walks and jumps the rivers and lakes has to be able to survive, but also has to be able to discern the situation by observing his words and expressions. Moreover, most of the people who came to the cliff with him are the long-established martial arts seniors. After the initial surprise, they quickly began to counterattack. They used their martial arts ability to stabilize more than one group of assassins. However, the opponents were equipped with hidden weapons and poisoned blades, and they worked closely with each other to make everyone throw the rodents, and they had to stand in a stalemate in the chaos.

With Xuancheng's shout, even those who usually think highly of themselves don't want to take the predecessor's frame. An old man with a goatee slaps his palms, stabs his sword steadily, and calls out loudly. The people who had been fighting each other immediately gathered to him, and then quickly broke a **** path and rushed into the forest following Xuan Cheng's footsteps.

Xuan Cheng was the first to rush in, and saw that the black shadows who gestured to him jumped far and wide, and there were obviously people lying in wait among the shadows in the forest. He hesitated in his heart, he didn't hold his feet, and suddenly felt a cold light flashing in front of him, and there was an invisible chill coming through his bones, he subconsciously pulled his sword to block it, and framed a very thin soft wire.

The next moment, the resistance on the sword was unloaded, the wire fell loose, and a hand was exposed from the tree beside him, making a gesture at him.

The sound of killing and running behind him was approaching, and Xuan Cheng didn't hesitate anymore, leading everyone to rush forward. In such a short distance, there were several weird sounds suddenly heard from behind. Most people couldn't help but look back, but they saw the heads of the first assassins suddenly flew up, and the headless body even chased forward a few times. Bucai fell to the ground, his head rolled down and made a muffled sound, as if it were just melons and fruits falling from the autumn tree.

The flowing blood revealed the cold light, and they discovered that there were countless flexible steel wires in the forest that were densely distributed, or entangled in trees and stones, or held in the hands of people who were ambushing in the dark. They all started a strangulation that was caught off guard.

Several assassins who were behind were horrified by this situation. Before they blew their whistle to warn, the dark shadows hidden here had already dispatched. In a blink of an eye, they fought into a ball, and their swords passed by with blood. After a few breaths, they fell on the ground again. There were a few more corpses, all of them sealed their throats desperately, before making a sound.

These shadows totaled more than twenty people. After the murder, they shook their wrists, and the blood-stained soft steel wire was taken back by them, and it was quickly coiled on the arrow sleeve, as if it were just a silk rope with a sleeve.

The old man with goatee has been walking on the rivers and lakes for many years, his eyes swept over these dark shadows: "Hades Line, Sen Luoshang, are you from Dong Minggu?"

No one answered the shadow. Instead, they split into two sides and gave way. Everyone condensed their eyes at the same time. They saw three more people coming from the direction of the cliff, their pace seemed slow but fast, and they were still far away. The next moment has come close.

At the moment, a man with a gray head and face, a torn monk robe, and blood stains on his bald head, his eyes closed tightly, and if he held a bowl in his hand, he could almost treat alms as a beggar. The old monk, who looked like a flower, couldn't see, but accurately turned his head to their side, and asked softly: "All donors, are you all right?"

As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of all Xuan Cheng changed, and one of them was even more surprised: "Master Se, Sekong!"

Seeing Sekong, everyone seems to have found a backbone, wanting to get closer to talk about the crisis, but they are blocked by the shadows. A middle-aged man dressed as a scribe closed the folding fan, trying to force the way out with his vertical arms. He used strange tricks. The folding fan penetrated through the gap between the dark shadow's raised hand, his wrist flicked, and the fan surface spread out in a "rush". , Immediately swept to the opposite door. I thought it would be a good start, but unexpectedly, although the opponent's internal strength is not as good as him, it is difficult to tie him tightly. While raising his head to avoid this fan, his hands are squared, and he is about to win his fan.

The two met without warning, the old goatee frowned, and he wanted to stop him, but he didn't want anyone to be faster than him.

A long sword with a sheath was inserted between the two from bottom to top, a shock was blown, and the two of them were forced apart at the same time, and then the arm moved, and the knife also turned, just pressing the middle-aged scribe. The fan, the force of strength pressed against his chest through the fan, and the blood of the direct teaching was rolling, and his face turned pale.

The clear voice sounded behind Sekong, with a slight irony in the joking: "The predecessors are so angry, it is better to keep your strength against foreign enemies, and don't rush to kill your own people."

With a spit of strength, the scribe stepped back three steps in a row, irritated, and gritted his teeth and said: "The people of unknown origin and hidden heads and tails, dare to say that they are their own?"

"Patriarch Luo, speak carefully!" The goatee old man started to drink, his brows were already frowned into the word "Chuan", and he was obviously very worried about the current situation.

The Central Plains martial arts has been weak in recent years. It is not that the big players of the rivers and lakes are the incompetent. In addition to the external forces of the soul-burial palace commanding the demon door invading the Middle-earth, it is more that these aristocratic sects have their own minds. Regardless of love, you must first settle inside before you are willing to fight outside. Normally, when the wind and waves are calm, there are open and secret struggles, but now when encountering major events, they are even more independent. It is like a mess of sand.

He lived this age, knowing that selfishness is the root of human desire, and it is impossible to eradicate it, but if everyone only knows that he intends to own an acre of land, one day he will be destroyed by each one.

He sighed in his heart, and the old man raised his head and saw that the man who had come out with a sword to stop the fight came out from Sekong.

Chu Xiwei held Ye Fusheng’s romantic face with eyebrows, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was exactly the same as cynicism. He held the long knife behind him, and his seemingly frivolous gaze quickly swept over every face present. I quickly matched them with the intelligence information, and first raised his hand to salute the goatee old man, and said with a serious face: "Junior Ye Fusheng, I have seen Senior Qu."

He looks like an old man who has become a goat, he is a capable man who has been famous for a long time in the world. Although martial arts is not superb, he can also be among the first-class generation; talent is not rich, but he has wonderful ideas. . His surname is Qu, and he is a friend of the late Nanru Ruan Feiyu. He didn’t know anything about him, but he was willing to agree. In the early years, Ruan Feiyu graciously helped him when he was ordered to kill the Green Forest Raiders. Later, he worked as a teacher in the Samadhi Academy. He is bold and transparent, even though he is not like the Big Eight masters in the martial arts in the name of Taishan Beidou, he is also considered the number one person.

He heard Chu Xiwei report on her family, and looked at it again, and said with a smile: "The old man is also the master of the Chu family who helped me. Unexpectedly, it was Young Master Ye. Miss Qin was in the south with my nephew Lu. , I am entangled in affairs, I don’t know if the son is here this time, otherwise he must keep up."

Hundred Ghosts have always been well-informed, not to mention Miss Qin Lanshang at this time. Of course, Chu Xiwei knew that Lu Mingyuan was busy rectifying the Samadhi Academy and couldn't get out of it. Qin Lanshang also hid her identity to help secretly. It is impossible to come to Chanshan at the moment, so she can only ask Qu Jin to bring someone to attend the meeting to show that the Samadhi Academy is in Wulin. Bai Dao's position, but did not expect to encounter such an incident.

Sekong opened the mouth at the right time and said: "Amitabha. This time the Wuxiang Temple was robbed, and the martial arts and Baidao are facing the difficulty of killing the soul burial palace. As a member of Garan, Lao Na has since returned to the temple and led my Buddhist children to escape from danger. As for all your worries, you should take a long-term plan after this great upset, and don’t make a small loss or hurt yourself or others."

His eyes were blind, and when he raised his head to face everyone, he gave his life an illusion of being seen through. Without waiting for them to hesitate, another gaze swept coldly. The Taoist chief with blood and dust stood behind Sekong and looked at them, and slowly said: "If the lips are dead, the teeth will be cold, and the nest will have no eggs."

His voice was as flat as before. At this time, he responded to Sekong's words just right, and it seemed like thunder fell in his heart. Even Chu Xiwei slowly loosened her clenched fist, raised her eyes, and said: "The soul burial palace has been planning for a long time. A lot of hidden piles have been inserted in the early morning. Now, with an order, the inside and the outside should be combined. The Wuxiang Temple has been completed. Asura Field, I asked Zen Mountain to be a sea of ​​swords and fires. I and everyone in the game are in a dilemma. Do you want to cover your face with the loess after this night, or do you want to break the siege before the Ming Dynasty and unite your colleagues to fight back?"

He is straight to the point. He speaks awkwardly, but he is practical and straightforward, and his tone and attitude are neither humble nor overbearing, but he drove everyone on the same boat in this plain attitude.

Under the boat, the waves are raging, with wind and rain roaring around.

No matter what your mind is, if you ask for one, you have to keep the present. However, everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as these so-called martial arts seniors let go, like a stubborn stone cracking a crack, sooner or later, it will be completely opened.

Qu Jin narrowed his eyes, moved his gaze away from Duan Qing, and then returned to him, asking him in a solemn tone: "Master Ye, what are your plans?"

Chu Xiwei lightly kicked the dead body of a killer with her toes, tilted her head and smiled like Ye Fusheng: "Naturally...they should be treated by their own way."