Seven years in the Jianghu, August 17th, northwest Kunlun Mountains, Mingjiao Guangmingding, cloudy day.
Lightning flashed and pierced the thunderclouds. Under the northwest sky, a rainstorm was gathering. No one knew what kind of thunderstorm was coming.
Wang Tao is a disciple of the Fiery Flag of the Ming Cult. He was born in the Tongbei Fist school and his martial arts skills were mediocre. But after joining the Ming Cult, he quickly rose rapidly in the Fiery Flag because of his superb blacksmithing skills. Now he is the flag bearer of the Fiery Flag.
The days of joining the Ming Cult were always very happy. It was the most powerful gang in the Jianghu, and he felt his back was straight when he walked. For Yun Chongxiao, he did not hate or resent the low-level followers. After all, such people were too far away from him. At most, he could only fight with them in his dreams.
As for opposing Yun Chongxiao, he probably just went with the flow and chose to take sides.
After all, compared to Yun Chongxiao, a strange gang leader who has only been seen twice in the two years since he joined the Ming Cult, Yan Feilou, who has always led everyone to work hard and silently like a patriarch, should be a better gang leader, right
This is probably the legendary rebellion, right
But what does it matter? After all, there are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls!
Now Wang Tao finally realized how outrageous and foolish his idea was. After all, when the sky falls, you have to consider whether the tall people can hold it up!
The invading enemies had already fought their way out of the Holy Fire Hall. The Ming Cult disciples who were fleeing in a rush ran out of the hall, but were chased and killed by the enemies and felled on the square outside the Holy Fire Hall. Tonight, the Holy Fire Hall seemed to have really ignited a ball of unbridled wildfire, which was swallowing outwards without reason, as if it was going to engulf the entire Ming Cult.
This team of only a dozen people did not stop for a moment, and rushed out of the hall frantically with blood and murderous aura.
The scene in front of them looked so bizarre that it was hard to believe. There seemed to be only a dozen people in front, but they were fanatically chasing after hundreds of Ming Cult disciples and killing them indiscriminately. Some of the fleeing disciples could not run fast enough and were chopped to the ground like chickens.
Wang Tao was frightened, but he was not scared. He swung the long sword in his hand vigorously, hitting the round shield on his arm heavily, making a dull sound, constantly warning the brothers around him to form a battle formation!
Led by Wang Tao, more than a hundred members of the Fiery Flag sect, wearing red scarves on their heads, rushed in. Each of them held a spray gun and sprayed the center of the square with thick black oil.
Then Wang Tao waved his hand and threw a sulfur fire bomb. When the oil met the fire, it immediately burst into flames and burned. There was a lot of oil near Guangmingding, the main temple of the Mingjiao. Oil gushed out from the rocks day and night, and it would burn when it met fire. Each member of the Fiery Flag carried an iron box full of oil on his back. The oil sprayed and burned, which was difficult for people to resist.
No matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, you will never be able to resist this natural fire...
Before Wang Tao's secret joy ended, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of everyone!
A strong and tall figure, with his upper body bare and his strong and sturdy muscles exposed, charged into the flames with his spear in hand, seemingly not afraid of the flames at all.
He just shouted loudly, and suddenly the spear came out like a dragon. The scorching flames burned so fiercely that they illuminated his face clearly, and there was an expression of great joy on his face.
Then the scorching flames were swept up by the spear in his hand, and a large wave of scorching fire quickly rose up, and suddenly rushed towards the side of the Fiery Flag.
The hundreds of Fiery Flag disciples who had finally formed a battle formation were immediately terrified and ran away. When he saw the Fiery Flag disciples around him passing by Wang Tao one by one, he twitched his mouth slightly: "He...they are...devil!"
On a cloudy day, facing the hundreds of thousands of Mingjiao disciples entrenched on Bright Summit, this escort team of only ten people, in a cone formation, charged into the endless number of Mingjiao disciples. Their blades spread, and sticky waves of blood rolled to both sides. In less than a moment, the entire Bright Summit collapsed!
The Ming Cult troops stationed in various places in Kunlun Mountain saw the beacon fire and were rushing here quickly. They rushed to the Bright Summit one after another, but they also dispersed one after another. The sharp arrow formation consisting of only ten people was like a bottomless black hole, fighting non-stop as if it was going to swallow up the entire Ming Cult.
"This is impossible... They are crazy... They are crazy..." Yan Feilou, who was slumped on the ground, muttered while covering his broken ear.
Ten people swaggered out and rushed towards the hundreds of thousands of elite Ming Cult soldiers outside Guangmingding... He thought of Zhou Yi's resolute and smiling face just now, and a chilling chill surged in his heart involuntarily.
"Does he really want to kill people off Bright Summit? Is this possible? Is it possible?"
"Of course it's possible!" Linglong, Yan Feilou's favorite concubine, suddenly appeared beside him at some point. She looked at the bloody road in the distance, with an extremely charming smile on her lips.
"Linglong... you..." Yan Feilou opened his eyes wide, staring at the charming woman in front of him, but suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of strangeness.
"Master Yan, you like to use strange strategies and tricks all your life, but this is the martial arts world after all!" Linglong shook her head gently and said, "If you don't even have the ability to fight, no matter how many conspiracies and tricks you have, it will be nothing but child's play!"
"I admit that Yun Zhongxiao and his men are far more powerful than I imagined, but... ahem..." Yan Feilou stood up with difficulty, his cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling: "After today, he will never be able to return to the Ming Cult. The position of the Ming Cult leader is mine..."
"Haha, Master Yan has a good plan, but what use is there for a Ming Cult that was killed from Bright Summit? The people are scattered, and it's hard to lead the team!" Linglong smiled again, turned around and looked at Yan Feilou with affection, and said softly: "Master Yan, Linglong remembers that you once said you were willing to die for me?"
"What... ... ."
"Haha!" Linglong suddenly stretched out a pair of delicate hands and stroked Yan Feilou's messy hair. Her originally soft and boneless hands suddenly burst out with fierce palm power and slapped him on the forehead. Then Linglong's emotionless voice sounded: "Since you said so, let's do it."
Linglong unexpectedly killed Yan Feilou with a single palm strike. Yan Feilou's face was still filled with excitement until his death, but his eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement.
After calmly taking the Ming Cult's treasure, "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth", from Yan Feilou, Linglong turned around and looked at the raging blood and fire outside Guangmingding with a smile, and couldn't help but let out a heart-pounding sound.
"I originally thought I could seize the opportunity to seize the Ming Cult! What a disappointment, but it is a blessing in disguise! My dear little junior sister! You must have fun with me!" (To be continued)