"Kill them quickly!" When Song Qingshu suddenly appeared at the entrance of the main hall, and everyone was stunned, it was Taoist Huang Mu who saw the opportunity quickly and hurriedly ordered those companions to kill everyone in Wudang.
Song Qingshu also reacted quickly, turning into a blue shadow and rushing towards those people, Xiao Longnv frowned, and also rushed towards another direction with her sword in hand.
The lightness skills of the two of them are the top among the top in the Jianghu. They really are as quiet as a virgin and move like a rabbit. The blind swordsman who killed all directions before, now without the cover of darkness, is just an ordinary second-rate level in the Jianghu. Under the lightning-fast attack of the two, the entire army was wiped out.
Taoist Huangmu gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng with his swords. Song Qingshu had already prepared himself, and the sword energy shot out, blocking all the roads in front of him. In the next moment, he could see the other party being attacked by the sword energy. Hole through.
Who knew Taoist Huang Mu's rush to Zhang Sanfeng was just a false move, suddenly the whole person fell into a stillness, and then ran towards the gate in the opposite direction like a cannonball.
Song Qingshu couldn't help being taken aback, this instant turning back completely violated the laws of physics, the lightness kung fu of the Ancient Tomb School is also good at retreating like a god, but it's not so exaggerated, right
As if seeing his doubts, Zhang Sanfeng reminded: "His true energy is like a spider's thread, and his whole body can be like a spider."
Song Qingshu thought, isn't this Spiderman
I saw Taoist Huang Mu did not fly out of the hall, but swung his hands, closed the door of the hall, and then restarted the mechanism on the door and window, and the whole hall fell into boundless darkness again.
"My surname is Song, I know you have great martial arts skills, but in this darkness, I'll kill you like a chicken." A voice came from mid-air, as if it came from a wandering soul in Jiuyou.
Song Qingshu casually shot a wisp of sword energy towards the place where the sound was made just now, but unfortunately there was only the sound of shooting into the pillar.
"Hahaha, you can't shoot me." Taoist Huangmu's proud voice came from another diametrically opposite position.
Everyone in Wudang frowned, this Huangmu Taoist had a peculiar internal force, he could change direction instantly by pulling on a spider's thread, Zixiao Palace was very big, there was quite a wide space for him to move and dodge.
Suddenly Zhang Sanfeng's voice came from the hall: "The sword energy soars to the sky."
Song Qingshu's heart moved, and Wan Jian Guizong sent out instantly, countless sword qi enveloped the entire sky of the hall, and shot towards the top of the hall indiscriminately.
Everyone only heard a bang, and countless wooden blocks and glazed tiles rustled down, and then they only felt a bright light in front of them, and subconsciously raised their heads, they could actually see the blue sky and white clouds above their heads. It turned out that the entire roof of Zixiao Palace had been shot down. It was riddled with holes.
Just now Zhang Sanfeng was in the midst of the situation, coupled with the sudden incident and one after another, he had no time to think about it. Later, he watched with cold eyes, and immediately thought that he could break the situation from the top of the hall.
Suddenly a heavy object fell to the ground with a bang, and everyone took a closer look, it turned out to be Taoist Huangmu. At this moment, his body was covered in blood holes, and it was obvious that Wan Jian had pierced his heart.
"Heh... heh..." Taoist Huang Mu made a vague voice in his throat, obviously wanting to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the blood couldn't stop gushing out, and finally he didn't say anything, his eyes widened, and he died Eyes full of shock and disbelief.
After such a commotion, the disciples who were patrolling outside also rushed to break open the doors and windows, and the whole room was bright again.
A group of disciples ran to take care of the injured one after another, while Song Qingshu came to Zhang Sanfeng's side, checked his pulse, and noticed that his true energy seemed to be there, so he couldn't help asking in surprise: "What's going on?"
Song Yuanqiao said: "Caught in a sad breeze."
Song Qingshu suddenly turned to Li Qingluo who was at the side, and spread his hands: "The antidote!"
Li Qingluo bit her lip, and finally struggled to take out a bottle of antidote from her bosom and threw it to him.
Noticing the blood at the corner of her mouth, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything, and first took out the antidote to detoxify Zhang Sanfeng and the others.
"Grand Master, how is your injury?" Song Qingshu returned to Zhang Sanfeng and asked.
Zhang Sanfeng circulated the real air in his body, and replied: "Skin trauma, rest for a month or two, go and see Ma Zhen and Tianxu." He trembled as he spoke, and with Song Qingshu's support, he came to the room of the two next to the corpse.
"I didn't expect them to die like this at Xiaoxiao's hands." Zhang Sanfeng knelt down next to the two, and sighed, "Bury the two of them well, and ask their disciples what they mean, and see what their disciples think. Do you want to be buried in Wudang Mountain or go back to your own temple."
"Yes." Yu Lianzhou beside him saluted respectfully, and went to discuss with the disciples of Shangqing Temple and Yuqing Temple.
At this moment, there was a sudden change, and Taoist Tianxu, who had lost his breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and slapped Zhang Sanfeng's lower abdomen with his palm.
"Master!"
No one expected this turn of events, even if Song Qingshu didn't have time to rescue him in a hurry, he could only watch helplessly as Tianxu pressed his palm on Zhang Sanfeng's lower abdomen.
A sinister smile flashed across Taoist Tianxu's face, but suddenly the smile froze on his face, because he felt that his palm seemed to hit a ball of cotton, and his strength was like a mud cow falling into the sea.
Song Qingshu took advantage of the opportunity to push his hand away, and sent it flying to the pillar beside him.
"This...how is this possible!" Taoist Tianxu had a look of disbelief, completely unaware that his killing blow had no effect.
Zhang Sanfeng let out a long sigh: "I was attacked by Prime Minister Gang in the past, how can I repeat the same mistakes."
Song Qingshu was dumbfounded when he saw it. Jiang was really old and spicy. If he moved to another place, he might be seriously injured.
Taoist Tianxu shook his head and said, "Impossible, are you always so full of true energy and guarded? Impossible!"
"Of course it's impossible, but I already had doubts about you before." Zhang Sanfeng replied.
"Where did I show a flaw?" Taoist Tianxu was startled.
Zhang Sanfeng looked around at the windows and the oil lamps on the top, and replied: "Although the Zixiao Palace is not very well-guarded, it is also a holy place for our Wudang sect. It is not easy for outsiders to tamper with, let alone install the lamps on the doors and windows." There is an institution like the wooden plank, and it seems that there are traitors inside. Among the four views, you are the only one who came first, and you volunteered to help arrange the venue for the ceremony, and it seems that it was at that time that you made a move."
Taoist Tianxu showed a wry smile: "It's true that people are not as good as heaven, this is fate." Then he suddenly glared at Li Qingluo fiercely: "But if this bitch didn't get in the way, Wudang's ups and downs are already over!"
Li Qingluo's face turned pale: "Didn't you plan to invite Daoist Zhang to the Ghost Villa as a guest at the beginning? Then use him to coerce everyone in Wudang to cooperate. Why do you all kill each of you!"
Taoist Tianxu snorted coldly: "From a woman's point of view, the boss just needs your sorrowful breeze, otherwise it would be impossible for you to participate in this matter, but it's a pity that it will end up in the hands of you, a bitch."
"You!" Being scolded one by one by a bitch, as Li Qingluo's identity as the Holy Mother of the White Lotus, how had she ever suffered such anger, coupled with her serious injuries, she spurted out a mouthful of blood under the rush of anger, and immediately passed out.