In the imperial mausoleum.
Balls of flames were lit on the brackets on both sides of the tunnel, illuminating the dim space, and the light and shadow fell on Wang Zhixin, giving him a somewhat eerie feeling.
"Wang Zhixin! What do you mean?"
"How dare the court lackeys speak so arrogantly! Just a few lackeys want to surround and kill us?"
"I don't know what this is about!"
Except for Xiao Rumo, the three great masters shouted at almost the same time. However, facing the scolding from these three people, Wang Zhixin just shrugged indifferently.
"Why? Don't you believe it?"
"You can't help but believe it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a black official uniform with a ferocious tiger and leopard embroidered on it strode out from behind Wang Zhixin.
As he took this step, the faces of the warriors from the four major sects present were all grim, and the flames on both sides of the tunnel were moving without wind. A powerful aura whizzed out from the man in official uniform. Ordinary warriors would probably be shocked by his vast internal strength just by standing in front of him.
With such internal strength and such cultivation, there is a unified name for it in the world.
Enter the Taoist Grandmaster!
"... I see. No wonder you, Governor Wang, are so confident. It turns out that a master has emerged from the Imperial City Division?"
"I wonder what this hero's name is?"
"snort!"
The man in official uniform sneered, and then said in a loud voice: "I am a commander of the Imperial City Bureau's personal attendants. You are just third-rate people in the martial arts world. Are you qualified to ask my name?"
“… .!”
As soon as the previous words were spoken, the faces of people from many sects changed, especially the three masters, White Lotus Saint, Mountain and Sea Boxing King, and Shemu Susong. After all, in the martial arts world, all people seek is fame and fortune, and for the three great masters, face is the most important thing.
And the previous words were undoubtedly a slap in their faces.
"Okay, okay."
"I want to see, you are just a running dog, who gave you the courage to speak so arrogantly!"
"Of course it's the court!"
The upper face remained unchanged. He sneered and turned his wrist. Then, a dry wooden Zen stick fell into his hand. In an instant, the upper aura, which was already as heavy as the sea, suddenly rose to a higher level, like a mountain pressing down on the top of one's head, and exerted heavy force on the three great masters.
"Peach and Plum Cane!?"
"Master Kurong... Damn it! Did you deal with the Dharma Temple first?"
"Oops!"
The Peach and Plum Staff was one of the eight divine objects in the world, so it was natural for the three great masters to not recognize it. But it was precisely because they recognized it that the three great masters showed horror on their faces.
The originally firm confidence in everyone's hearts began to waver unconsciously.
You know, even Master Ku Rong, who was holding the Peach and Plum Staff, was killed, and the Peach and Plum Staff fell into the hands of the Imperial City Division, so I am afraid that my side is also in danger... ..
... ..Hmm!
The master is the master after all. This wavering thought only lasted for a few moments before the three of them put it aside without hesitation. On the one hand, it was because they were determined, and on the other hand, the situation had not yet reached the point where they despaired. After all, they still had a trump card.
"... ..Wang Zhixin, do you think that you can do whatever you want after you have the Peach and Plum Staff and destroyed the group from the Bodhidharma Temple?"
"Please ask Jianghu Sword Master to take action."
"Uphold justice in the martial arts world! Maintain justice in the martial arts world!"
The three great masters who were still uttering harsh words the previous second retreated to Xiao Rumo's side the next second. Even Shemu Susong, who was a great enemy of Xiaoyao Sect, showed a fawning smile and bowed respectfully to Xiao Rumo, hoping that he would not hesitate to help.
Just as Wang Zhixin said before.
Grandmasters are also divided into different levels.
And Xiao Rumo is obviously a warrior of another level. The title of the world's number one swordsman is not earned for nothing. The pure sword energy he has obtained through ninety years of hard training, coupled with the Jianghu Sword, one of the eight divine objects, looking at all the warriors present, perhaps only Wang Zhixin can barely fight with him.
And he was holding Wang Zhixin back.
The remaining three masters attacked in a group. Even with the Peach and Plum Staff, two fists could not defeat four hands.
It was precisely because they understood the difference in strength between the two sides that the masters seemed to be at ease. Although they were surprised by Wang Zhixin's appearance, they did not panic.
... .but.
"It's useless. Xiao Rumo might not be able to protect himself right now."
"Do you still want him to take action?"
"Among all the people who came this time, only Jianghu Sword Master can fight with me. Considering the gap between us, do you think I am unprepared?"
"Innocent."
Wang Zhixin sneered and did not take advantage of the situation to attack. Instead, he lowered his blade and stared at everyone with sharp eyes.
And on the sectarian side.
The three masters also discovered something was wrong.
"... .Sword Master Xiao?"
"Sword Master of Jianghu?"
"Varied... .!"
The three of them looked carefully and found that Xiao Rumo's eyes were full of bloodshot and his eyes were confused. The most important thing was that although there were no enemies around him, the sword energy in his body was naturally overflowing, and his sword intent was high, as if he was fighting with something.
"Master Xiao? Damn... Is this an illusion?"
"But what kind of illusion could have caused Sword Master Xiao to fall? Could it be a poison pill?"
“Hmm!”
Although illusions are rare in the martial arts world, they do exist, especially for the White Lotus Saint and Shemu Susong. As members of the magic sect, they know more about illusions. The so-called illusions, to a large extent, rely on specially cultivated internal strength and the corresponding poisonous fog to be effective.
The conditions for use are extremely harsh, but conversely, once it is successfully deployed, the power is extremely strong.
Just looking at the current situation, one can tell that even someone as strong as Xiao Rumo has fallen into an illusion, and for a moment he can't even break free.
Xiao Rumo's sudden change undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the confidence of the three great masters and even the sect.
After seeing this scene, Wang Zhixin nodded slightly.
“… ..See?”
"Don't count on your Jianghu Sword Master."
"I have said that this day next year will be the anniversary of the death of your five major sects!"
Having said that, after confirming that Xiao Rumo had really temporarily lost his ability to fight, Wang Zhixin finally gave up the idea of delaying any further and directly picked up the Embroidered Spring Knife.
Swish!
The blade flashed, instantly cutting through the darkness and slashing towards the direction of the three great masters!
... ... ... ... ... .
"The Yangtze River rolls eastward, its waves washing away all heroes."
"Success or failure is nothing."
"The green mountains remain, and the sunsets are still red."
At this moment, two figures were standing at the entrance of the tunnel where the four major sects and the Imperial City Bureau came in. The former was dressed in green, with shoulder-length hair tied up with a golden ribbon. He had his hands behind his back, and was gazing at the battlefield between the sects and the Imperial City Bureau at the end of the tunnel while whispering softly.
"... Look? Aren't these people ridiculous?"
"For fame and fortune, for justice, little do we know that we are just a wave in the river, fleeting."
"but... .."
“They are hateful too.”
"The fleeting waves always take away something before they disappear, whether it is the stones on the shore or the fish and shrimps on the bottom of the water. A big enough wave can even smash the reefs, and a big enough wave can also flood the land, causing the loss of life and the corpses everywhere... So in my opinion."
"They all deserve to die."
"Heroes? These people who seek fame and reputation are the root of all troubles in the martial arts world! How ridiculous! How hateful!"
"If they all died, would the world be a better place?"
"What do you think?"
In response to the former's question, the latter simply shrugged: "How would I know?"
"Don't get me wrong."
"I am only here to test my own results. Those great principles have nothing to do with me."
"...I see."
The former shook his head helplessly, then turned his gaze and looked towards the entrance of the tunnel, looking at the dark place without light, and then laughed loudly:
"Since you're here, why don't you show yourself?"
"Come to think of it, I should thank you a lot, Mr. Gu?"
“… … ..”
In the darkness, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked out. They were Gu Moli and Beidou Xingjun. However, Gu Moli's expression looked quite strange at this time.
The former couldn't help but laugh even more happily after seeing this scene. He even opened his arms and spread his palms, as if welcoming an old friend: "What? You're meeting an old friend and you don't say a word?"
"... .ah."
Gu Moli smacked his lips, and finally couldn't help showing a trace of annoyance: "This is really a disaster, it turned out to be you..."
Flames lit up on the supports on both sides of the tunnel.
While dispelling the darkness, it also illuminated the two figures standing at the entrance of the tunnel.
The name of MIT was flashing above the head of one of them, which was naturally not unfamiliar to Gu Moli, and he also expected the other party to appear here.
What really surprised him was another person, the one who just claimed to be his acquaintance.
The darkness faded.
Reflected in the firelight was... .
... ..One of the thirteen true disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, Chen Changzhuan!