Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 95

"Split to help!"

I didn't pay attention to why the big man said "widow and shame".

After leaving a quick message for Xiong Qingshi, Huang Lin rushed to the nearest Tan Qingfang.

"Be careful!"

Along the way, he saved a few members of the Huashan sect, but the words of concern are still floating in the air, and the people have gone away.

"Thank you, Brother Huang!"

The voice came from behind.

Tan Qingfang's opponent was already injured, and he barely held on. Seeing Huang Lin's menacing approach, his hands panicked.

Seeing this, the sword in Tan Qingfang's hand was powerful, and he cut off his head with one sword.

"Uncle Tan, I'll help the head!"

At this time, most of the Huashan faction had the upper hand. After all, these people from the Demon Cult were exhausted after traveling all night with injuries.

Ning Qingyu was also fighting against those four people.

Yu Binzheng and the other three elders barely stopped Ning Qingyu, and when they saw Huang Lin rushing towards him covered in blood, he couldn't help but panic.

Just now, when Huang Lin killed Xue Xu with one move, Yu Bin saw clearly that he must be Huang Bulin!
"Withdraw! All withdraw!"

After yelling, he pestered Ning Qingyu tightly, trying to make the others escape.

Ning Qingyu would almost make them unable to resist, and another Huang Bulin would die here!
"Brother Yu, we've reached this point, if there's anything else to do, let's fight!"

Elder Jiang's face was like gold paper at this time. When he and Dang Long were in Shaolin, they were seriously injured by the monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It was desperate to resist Ning Qingyu at this time.

While they were distracted, Ning Qingyu's sword suddenly changed.

Jian Guang suddenly became seemingly existent and non-existent, seemingly real and illusory.

He obviously aimed at Yu Bin at the beginning, but he turned towards Xu Zhan halfway, and when Xu Zhan was about to block, the sword suddenly cut towards Jiang Chao.

Elder Jiang wanted to rescue Yu Bin, but the sword move changed, so he had to turn halfway to save Xu Zhan.

But he didn't expect that the ultimate target was himself, and it was too late to change his moves, and was stabbed in the chest by Ning Qingyu's sword.

"Old Ginger!"

The few people who were already reluctant to resist were even more difficult now.

And Huang Lin, has come close!

Seeing Huang Lin's wrist shaking violently, the sound of dense hidden weapons piercing the air suddenly sounded, echoing in the valley.

Most of the people in the valley were terrified, and hurriedly danced the weapons in their hands, fearing that the hidden weapon would hit them.

Only a few members of the Huashan Sect recognized that this was the Huashan Sect's sword move, the sound was just a little louder, and they took the opportunity to kill many members of the Demon Cult.

And the three Demon Sect elders beside Ning Qingyu were no exception, that voice was by his side!
Ning Qingyu was facing Huang Lin, and recognized this move, but his eyes also showed surprise. Of course he knew this move in "Xiyi Sword Art", "I don't hear it", but he didn't expect Huang Lin to make such a fuss. Big movement!
Before he had time to think about it, the long sword in his hand trembled, and he made a "three-six" move, covering Yu Bin and Wen Yun.

And Huang Lin's sword light also rolled towards Wen Yun and Xu Zhan!
Two balls of sword light brushed past each other, and the three elders of the Devil's Cult immediately condemned them.

Among them, Wen Bin, who had five willows and long beard, was torn apart and scattered.

"Take care of others!"

Ning Qingyu was obviously also thinking about the Huashanmen, so he didn't say much.

At this time, Ruan Qingshou also killed the last Demon Cult elder, Dewey, and was killing the Demon Cult followers everywhere.

Huang Lin glanced at Gu Zhong while killing those congregants with outstanding combat power.

"Thank you elder!"

"Thank you, brother!"

"Thank you, Brother Huang!"

The voices of thanks kept ringing out one after another.

At this time, most of the Huashan disciples had the upper hand, and occasionally those who were lost would be joined by fellow disciples.

At this time, only a short-haired man with a long iron stick was left among the top leaders of the Demon Cult, and he was fighting fiercely with Xing Qingpeng.

Not far away, there were two other people who resisted the siege of Huashan people back to back.

Xiong Qingshi and Shan Qingyuan had already rushed over there.

It was dusk when the last member of the Demon Cult in the valley was cleared.

Standing beside Ning Qingyu, Huang Lin looked at the Huashanmen who were cleaning up the corpses in the valley, feeling a little lost.

This is the first time he participated in a "group fight"!
Just now I was only thinking about killing more people and reducing the pressure on my classmates, now I will stop, but I feel a little sore all over my body.

This is a manifestation of excessive force.

There are not many members of the Demon Cult in the valley, only less than two hundred, which is not enough for one Huashan Sect per capita.

"Still thinking about the past?"

Ning Qingyu's words brought Huang Lin back to his senses.

"Well, if you don't remind them, these brothers may not die here."

Huang Lin said softly.

Huashan lost 21 people this time. Compared with the nearly 200 people of the Demon Cult, the battle loss ratio is close to 1:10, which is considered a big victory.

But looking at those familiar corpses, Huang Lin was still a little unhappy.

He understands that this kind of large-scale battle will kill people, and he is also mentally prepared, but this time Hua killed 21 people, some of them can be spared.

Tang Bukai was one of the dead. When Huang Lin first entered Huashan, he got a lot of advice on swordsmanship, and his figure also stayed in the deduction disk for a long time. Unfortunately, Huang Lin improved too fast and was replaced.

"You, although you are thoughtful at times, some things are still immature."

"Think about it, since I want to report at Taniguchi, why do I need to clear the Demon Cult sentry beforehand?"

Ning Qingyu didn't explain directly, but asked Huang Lin.

"Make them panic?"

Huang Lin replied uncertainly.

"That's right! They discovered our whereabouts by themselves, and they suddenly heard my voice. The two situations will make their morale completely different."

Huang Lin suddenly realized, and then asked:
"Then why do you have to report to the sect? You said before that it is the style of the sect, and it is already about to start fighting. What else do you need to say?"

"You still spend too little time with me, so I will talk to you."

Ning Qingyu shook his head. This kid is smart, but he still has too little knowledge, and he still doesn't understand some of the big faction rules.

"Our Huashan faction is one of the most prestigious schools in the world. We must act upright, and the head of a faction must be upright."

After a pause, he continued:

"At least it has a high-sounding appearance! No one can find any problems."

"Not counting your master, my Huashan now has three peaks on the surface, and every step must be carefully considered."

"We can sneak attack on the Demon Sect today, and those sects in the martial arts world will wonder whether we will sneak attack on them tomorrow!"

"Although it is a bit unfounded to worry about, but as the head of a faction, these things have to be taken into consideration."

Hearing this, Huang Lin pondered for a long time before opening his mouth slowly:
"Disciple understands!"

"Some things, if you don't come to this seat, you will definitely not understand it."

Seeing him like this, Ning Qingyu knew that he was still feeling awkward, but he didn't explain it any further. Just like what he said just now, he wouldn't think about these things unless he sat in the head of the sect.

Just in time, when Tan Qinghai and Yuan Qingming came over, they stopped talking.

"Master, there are a total of 32 demon cult members who escaped, all of them have been killed!"

Talk about reporting to Qinghai.

"Are there any disciple casualties?"

"No, those who escaped were ordinary congregants, and everyone was injured."

Talking about Hayden for a moment, he continued:

"The resting place has also been prepared, not far from here."

"Then take all my Huashan Sect members there!"

A valley not far from Longbei Mountain was already covered with bonfires.

"cough~"

Ning Qingyu swept up a huge boulder, coughed clearly, and saw everyone looking at him, and then continued:

"This time, it's up to all of you fellow sects to be able to completely punish the Devil Sect's thieves!"

"In addition, four days ago, Huang Bulin, the descendant of my Huashan Mountain, went to Heimuya at night, wiped out all his remaining disciples, and burned the main hall!"

Everyone didn't know this news yet, and they were about to discuss it immediately, and Ning Qingyu raised his voice:
"This seat announces that the Demon Cult will be removed from the rivers and lakes! There will be no more Sun Moon God Sect in the world! Congratulations to Huashan!"

Hearing this, everyone in Huashan Mountain in the valley showed joy, that is the Sun Moon God Sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years!He was actually wiped out by his own sect!
"Congratulations to Huashan!"

"Congratulations to Huashan!"

All the members of Huashan Sect spoke one after another, and their voices gradually became uniform, and the voices spread far outside the valley.

In a few days, the story of the Demon Sect attacking Shaolin at night, hitting a bag, and then being intercepted and slaughtered outside Jincheng by the Huashan faction has spread throughout the world.

It was also reported that Huang Bulin of Huashan went up to Heimu Cliff at night and burned down the main hall of the Demon Sect.

The rivers and lakes suddenly boiled!

There are those who raise their hands to cheer, and there are those who look worried.

Shaolin Temple, Daxiong Hall
There are only two masters and apprentices, Wen Zai and Fang Zheng, in the hall.

"Master, I didn't expect that Huang Bulin didn't come to my Shaolin, but went to Heimuya instead."

Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and sat cross-legged at the bottom of the text.

"Amitabha, how can you count everything in between?"

Wen Zai's face was ruddy at this time, so there was no look of grayness.

"Now that your pretending to be seriously injured has been exposed, and Uncle Wenxiang has also shown his face, then Huang Bulin may not sneak in."

There was unwillingness on Fang Zheng's face.

"Teacher, your heart is messed up."

"Amitabha!"

Fang Zheng recited the Buddha's name before saying:

"I know I was wrong! I will copy the "Prajna Sutra" ten times when I turn around."

"Xichang and the Devil's Sect came up twice, and my Shaolin has been seriously injured. Now the ministers of the court are staring at the matter of the fertile land. It's a troubled time."

Wen Zai looked sad and sighed again and again.

"The disciple also contacted those officials who often came to worship the Buddha, but they all kept silent about this matter."

"This time I made a mistake for my teacher. I thought Huang Bulin was young and would come to Shaolin to avenge that Qi Yunyi after hearing the news. I didn't expect that this son had such a scheming plan to publicize that he was going to Shaolin." Everyone knows it!"

"I knew this earlier, Amitabha Buddha!"

(End of this chapter)