From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 222 The Battle of Songshan
Song Shuntian 14 years

At this time, five years had passed since the seven factions of the righteous way besieged Mingjiao Guangmingding, but in just five years, the rivers and lakes were more lively and exciting than the previous 50 years.

The younger generation has seen the most outstanding masters such as Yuan Maung, Yin Li, Yang Wuji, Zhang Tongyan, Yin Xiangjun, and the older generation Fang Sheng, Yang Zhuoluo, and masters of Mingjiao, Shaolin, Zhongnan, Beggar Gang and other factions over the years All are famous all over the world.

The contradiction between Mingjiao and Orthodox sects is also getting bigger and bigger, and even Persian Mingjiao is also involved. .

Due to the prosperity of martial arts nowadays, ordinary warriors are like ants in front of the great masters, and the great masters are like children in front of the great masters who have succeeded in building foundations. Therefore, there are three great masters, Yuan Maung, Fan Yao, and Yang Potian, and more than ten martial arts masters. Saint Mingjiao has the strength to compete with the martial arts of the Central Plains.

However, the Zhongnan School has Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng who set foot in Xianliu, the Shaolin Temple has a Du'er Sage and two Great Martial Saints who set foot in Xianliu, the Great Martial Saint Yang Ding in Peach Blossom Island, and the Great Martial Saint Liushui Zhenren and Liuyun Zhenren in Qingniu Palace. Not to mention Zixiao Palace and Yuqing Palace.

If Guo could invite the real person Zhang Sanfeng and the holy monk Du'e to come forward and invite the great martial saints of the other factions to come forward, even though the Ming sect is strong, there is absolutely no possibility of winning.

However, a lot of things happened in the past five years, Zhang Sanfeng did not want to intervene in the past, and directly announced the method of cultivating Yinshen after closing the deadlock.

Peach Blossom Island did not ask about world affairs. In the end, only Shaolin Temple and Qingniu Palace took the lead and cleared the heads of the seven major sects to gather in Songshan. It turned out to be five years of torment, and finally it was the second battle between the seven major sects in the Central Plains and the Ming Cult. expired.

The second time for the fight was at Songshan.

Because it wasn't the meeting between Shaolin and Qingniu Palace, but because of a coincidence in recent years, Yang Wuji of Mingjiao suddenly learned that monk Yuanzhen, the disciple of the old abbot of Shaolin Temple, was Chengkun, a master of the side door from decades ago.

It was Monk Yuanzhen who caused the dispute between the Confucianism and the Orthodox Church. Cheng Kun and Xie Xun's grievances and grievances lingered to this day, and finally attracted the Mingjiao and the major factions in the Central Plains as enemies. It turned out that all the cities Chengkun wanted to destroy the Mingjiao conspiracy.

So this time, Biedou Mingjiao had to turn passive into active, not only to decide who the future commander of the martial arts would be with the seven major factions in the Central Plains, but also to use this battle to end the grievances for Xie Xun and Cheng Kun.

Xie Xun, Fan Yao and other high-level officials have long known the reason for Yang Dingtian's death, and at this time they are also trying to take revenge.

Before the time of the fight approached, Qingniu Palace Liushui, Liuyun two real people, the leaders of the four sects of Beggars, Emei, Huashan, Kunlun, and the seven heroes of Zhongnan all gathered in Shaolin Temple, waiting for Mingjiao to come to the door.

In a twinkling of an eye, the sun was up three poles, and only three gunshots were heard. The faces of the heads of the heads who were sitting in the Daxiong Palace and having tea and talking changed their faces. Shi Huolong snorted coldly: "The Mingjiao has arrived."

"Today is the period of the second battle between my Ming Sect and the seven major sects. Fan Yao brought Ming Sect disciples to ask for advice."

Fan Yao's voice rang through the three mountain gates in the ears of everyone in the hall.

Kong Jian Divine Monk and Liu Yun Zhenren looked at each other, and then said loudly: "I have been waiting for the seven major factions for a long time, and I also ask Master Fan to wait."

After speaking, Kongjian looked at an old monk in yellow beside him and said, "Yuanzhen, please go and invite the nine elders of the Xinchan Hall."

Yuanzhen bowed and said, "The disciple will go to invite the master and the uncles."

The Nine Elders of Xinchan Hall are the only nine senior monks of the Duzi generation who have achieved fruitful results in the Shaolin Temple. Among them, Du'e, the most cultivated, practiced the method of transforming into a spirit by sitting in dry meditation ten years ago. Phagpa is one of the three equally famous Four Land Immortals.

In addition to the Du'er saint monk, the other eight monks of the Du character generation are also great martial arts monks, but they are limited by their understanding and state of mind, and they have not been able to cultivate into a positive result and condense their spiritual thoughts.

The nine elders of Xinchantang are the foundation of Shaolin Temple, Qingniu Palace, and Zhongnan School as the three leaders of martial arts. Now Zhongnan School has the true immortal Zhang Sanfeng, and the Shaolin Temple has the true immortal Arhat Duer Saint Monk.

Now that the Zixiao Palace is not born, the Yuqing Palace is far away in the Western Regions and does not ask about the Middle Earth. The Qingniu Palace is the most active sect in the Eastern Earth among the three palaces of Quanzhen Sect. Even if there is no true immortal, it depends on the Quanzhen Sect In terms of face, there is no one who dares to disrespect Qingniu Palace as the top three leaders.

After more than half an hour, the central door of the Shaolin Temple opened wide, and the senior leaders of the seven major sects escorted the nine elders out of the Xinchan Hall. Afterwards, the other eminent monks of the Kongzi and Yuanzi generations of the Shaolin Temple could not change to the seven major sects. Elders and disciples, etc.

After a while, more than 300 masters with first-class martial arts stood in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

In front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, more than 3000 Mingjiao congregations guard over 20 high-ranking officials, including the leader, deputy leader, left and right bright envoys, four Dharma kings, five scattered people, and five banner envoys.

Fan Yao and Xie Xun were both wearing dragon robes, but one was a five-clawed golden dragon and the other was a four-clawed dragon. The rest of the Dharma King's messengers and other clothes were also extremely gorgeous. generally.

Standing between Fan Yao, Xie Xun, Yang Potian, and Yin Tianzheng was an ugly bearded young man. He was dressed in shabby clothes and looked like a country man, but everyone in Ming Cult respected him. It was the master of the seven major factions who saw him from a distance and his expression changed slightly.

Du'e waited for the nine elders of the Heart Meditation Hall to sit still, closing his eyes and chanting sutras, but Du'e opened his one eye, looked at the bearded young man, and said in a low voice, "This son is Yuan Maeng? Sure enough. All of his skills, muscles and bones have reached the realm of the great Martial Saint. He built the Taoist Immortal Foundation with the Taisu Huasheng Gong created by the ancestors of Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty. The ordinary Great Martial Saint is far from his opponent. You are defeated by him. Not bad at all.”

Yuan Maung has looked at the old monk from time to time since he came out of Du'e, and he looked at each other with one eye, and then there seemed to be a light snap in the air, Du'e sighed, pronounced the Buddha's name, then closed his eyes and recited the scriptures. His face turned pale, and he took a few breaths before returning to red.

"The old monk has such a powerful spiritual sense, and he deserves to be a famous land immortal for a long time."

For the past five years, Yuan Maung has learned the secret method of refining qi and transforming into spirits passed down by the Ming Cult. Because of his solid foundation and rapid progress, he condensed his spiritual sense two years ago and has become the standard of "land immortals" in today's martial arts.

After listening to Yuan Maung's words, both Fan Yao and Yang Potian's expressions changed. Now, in the Ming sect, Yuan Maung and Fan Yao are the ones with the highest cultivation realm. These two are land immortals who refine Qi and Transform, while Yang Potian, Xie Xun and the others are the Great Martial Saint or Martial Saint.

Although Yang Potian is the reincarnation of Yang Dingtian, his cultivation time is still too short. If he wants to break through the supreme realm of refining and transforming qi, and step into the immortal realm of refining qi, he will have to wait another ten years. .

Therefore, in the second battle between the Ming Sect and the seven major factions, the only candidates for survival and death are the dozens of Wu Sheng and Yuan Maung, Fan Yao and Du'e three immortals from the two sects.

Xie Xun's eyes were burning, he had already seen the monk Yuanzhen behind Kong Jian, he patted his adopted son Yang Wuji, and said in a low voice: "Wuji boy, you will follow your father during the next battle, so as not to be hurt by anyone. your life."

Yang Wuji has been by his foster father's side ever since before going up the mountain, and he still looks around from time to time. At this time, his face changed when he heard the words, and he said in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do, foster father?"

"I'm going to find Cheng Kun, the thief who killed Cult Master Yang and my whole family. You don't have to be afraid, Wuji. Your master will not take advantage of others' danger and attack me if he wants to kill me for revenge. He doesn't want to show up. Participate in the grievances between my Ming Cult and the seven major sects."

Xie Xun's face darkened as he spoke, and he sighed, "Now that I have attained the cultivation base of the Great Martial Saint, I have been refining my essence and transforming my qi to the point of desperation, and I often feel guilty about the evil deeds of the past, but the big mistake has already been made, so I still have to kill him first. It's only right that Kun pulls his neck and kills him."

Yang Wuji was stunned when he heard the words, and asked, "Foster father, is my master already here?"

Xie Xun shook his head lightly and said, "I don't know either, but I think it's somewhere in the dark."

Yuan Maung and Fan Yao whispered: "The two sword saints Fang and Yang should have arrived. Only the two of us and the old monk Du'e can vaguely feel their sword intent. It should be above Taishi Mountain."

Yang Wuji raised his head to look at Taishi Mountain in the depths of the white clouds, only to see the lofty mountains jutting out from the vast clouds.

It turned out that Yang Wuji was accepted as a disciple several years ago, and he passed down the supreme swordsmanship and magic. As a result, Yang Wuji and Xie Xun reunited when they met the Qinghai faction and Mingjiao disciples. Kill him to avenge his family, but can't find it.

Seven years ago, he climbed to the top of Guangming Ding, but was injured by Fan Yao's palm. So far, his injuries have not healed, so he did not participate in the seven major factions' siege of Guangming Ding. Down.

Although Xie Xun has practiced secret immortal arts for many years, his martial arts cultivation is only similar to that of Luzhangke.

Naturally, Yang Wuji couldn't bear to have his foster father killed, so he begged bitterly, even begging his mentor Fang Sheng to spare Xie Xun once.

After that, Yang Wuji followed his adoptive father back to Guangming Ding to practice, and has only descended to Songshan Mountain.

Ming Jiao and the others knew that Fang Sheng would definitely not quit, and he would definitely take another shot if he had a chance in the future, so Yang Wuji followed Xie Xun, lest he would not see him and his foster father would be beheaded by his teacher with a sword.

At this time, the two sides formed a battle in front of the Shaolin Temple, and the battle was about to break out. Yang Wuji also knew the character of his mentor and foster father, and knew that what the foster father said was good, so he nodded in agreement.

Xie Xun jumped to the top of the bluestone square, staring at Yuan Zhen's eyes that seemed to be able to shoot flames, and shouted: "Cheng Kun, you killed my whole family, killed my Ming Sect leader, led me to kill Jianghu heroes, and provoked Ming Sect and the Central Plains martial arts. They are enemies of each other, and I will no longer say anything about them. At this time, under the general trend, a battle must be fought.

But the feud between you and me is as deep as the sea, come out, let's fight a battle, break the deep blood feud between you and me for decades, and the remaining two sects can let go of their hands and feet for a second fight! "

Xie Xun's voice was like a bell, and the copper ring of the Shaolin Temple's gate jingled. Countless orthodox disciples who had not reached the great master's level of martial arts were shaken, their faces turned pale, and they almost vomited blood.

"Amitabha."

Kongjian’s Buddha’s name stabilized everyone’s minds, and then said lightly: “Yuanzhen, since Vice-Sect Master Xie has broken with you, it must be known that my monks should sacrifice my life for righteousness, and cut flesh to feed eagles. Gotta stop."

Yuanzhen bowed his body and said, "Master, this disciple follows your old man to practice Buddhist magic, chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha every day, all four of the four have long been empty, not to mention that my disciple's martial arts was far inferior to me back then, and now I have learned our Shaolin supreme magic. He will not be my opponent, master, disciple can't bear to hurt him."

Kong Jian let out a long sigh, and said, "Since you can cross it yourself, why didn't you use the Buddha Fa to save him?"

With a slightly happy face, Yuanzhen bowed and said, "Disciple understands."

Turning around, Yuan Zhen touched the gray beard on his chest, looked at Xie Xun's gray temples with complicated eyes, and sighed, "Xie Xun, I'm getting old, and so are you."

Xie Xun's pale blond beard and hair when he was young has now turned into gray-black. He is only in his seventies this year, and he can be said to be a middle-aged man in this era when he can live to be over a hundred years old after he has built his immortal foundation.

Therefore, he ignored Yuanzhen, just waved his right hand, made a crackling sound, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, you are kind to me, and you have a grudge against me. It needs to be said that the result of today's battle must be determined, you and I can't survive anyway, you are my master, so I will let you make three moves."

Seeing that Xie Xun had such skill, Cheng Kun's face changed slightly, knowing that this disciple had another adventure, and even if his martial arts was not as good as his own, it was not far behind, so he didn't dare to neglect, he slipped his footsteps and slapped it in front of Xie Xun.

Xie Xun didn't hide or block, he was slapped, and then he swayed back without retreating, and said with a sneer, "Master, you are really old, you can't touch me anymore."

Cheng Kun snorted coldly, but secretly regretted that he didn't use his full strength, and then swiped his left and right hands on his chest and used "one shot and two scattered" which is only one of the Shaolin 72 stunts, but its power ranks among the top three.

Xie Xun still did not block it, but moved the universe to move the yin and yang to the surface of the body.

"Snapped!"

After a loud bang, Xie Xun's shirt shattered, revealing his strong chest.

This time, Xie Xun took a step back, his face turned blue and red, Cheng Kun knew that Xie Xun had been injured, and immediately reversed the Taisu Jiuyang Gong, using his most powerful magic yin finger to move towards Xie Xun's Tanzhong acupoint.

Xie Xun was still unstoppable, but the Qiankun Great Shifting Qi energy in front of his chest was filled with traces of the haze of True Qi.

"Crackling..."

Before Cheng Kun's fingers touched Xie Xun, his fingers felt sore and numb, and there was a crackling sound in the real pressure.

Cheng Kun knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly stopped and took a step back. Xie Xun shouted, "Three moves have passed, the disciple has made his move!"

As he spoke, Xie Xun slapped nine palms with both hands like a gust of wind and rain. Each palm had a different palm force. What was even more rare was that the stacking of the nine palms turned out to be like a round ball, which came first, and moved towards the center in a neat and uniform manner. Kun squeezed down.

Cheng Kun knew that this was Yang Dingtian's Great Nine Heavenly Hand stunt, and he was too late to dodge and parry, so he had to run the Supreme True Qi to display the King Kong Indestructible Magic.

The three-foot air wall suddenly spread out, with a loud bang, Cheng Kun took three steps back, but Xie Xun took five steps back.

The overflowing energy swept out more than ten feet away, blowing the pine trees the size of two water tanks upside down, and the pine needles rained down.

Seeing this, Chuan Xie, Bai Yuan, Shi Huolong and others knew that Yuanzhen had the upper hand, and they all looked slightly happy, but everyone on the Mingjiao side frowned.

Xie Xun was not in a hurry or rash, secretly exuding a haze of infuriating energy, and said sharply: "Master, what about your famous Hunyuanyi Qigong? What about Thunderclap? Why don't you dare to use it?"

Cheng Kun was relieved at this time, knowing that Xie Xun's skill was much worse than his own, and he should be able to win within [-] moves at most. Hearing Xie Xun's words, Cheng Kun snorted coldly and turned his right hand to become famous. After decades of Hunyuan Thunderbolt, the palm wind came to Xie Xun with the sound of wind and thunder and the strength of Yunyin in Gangzhong.

Xie Xun has also practiced this technique for decades, and when he saw it, he clapped his hands and resisted.

Xie Xun took a step back when he got a palm, Cheng Kun was secretly happy, and broke his palm again.

Xie Xun finally couldn't hold back his blood, and his breath became uneven.

Cheng Kun sneered and said, "Teacher, I taught you your martial arts, but you turned out to be a great devil who does all kinds of evil. Today, you will clear the door for your teacher!"

Cheng Kun said that it was to clear the door, so naturally he would not use Shaolin magic.

There seemed to be a sound of thunder in the clear sky, and then the fist was punched out. The fist wind knocked back Xie Xun's hands, and the fist was printed on Xie Xun's chest.

"boom!"

"Father!"

"Third brother!"

"Third Brother!"

……

Everyone on the Mingjiao side exclaimed, and Yang Wuji's eyes were even redder.

The power of Cheng Kun's punch is enough to smash an elephant into flesh, and the stone man and horse will also be turned into powder. Xie Xun is the great martial sage who built the immortal foundation. It has long been broken, and it will not be killed immediately or seriously injured.

Seeing that Xie Xun was hit with a punch, a big hole collapsed in his chest, Cheng Kun secretly rejoiced, but seeing endless suction pouring out of the big hole, Cheng Kun's true qi poured out with the punch, which was hard to restrain. .

Cheng Kun had never heard of the incident and such magic arts that sucked inner strength and true qi. His mind was shaking with fear, but he couldn't break free. His true qi was continuously sucked away by Xie Xun. Sweaty and shaky.

The experts from the two factions watched Xie Xun and Cheng Kun fight. They thought that the outcome was already decided after Cheng Kun smashed Xie Xun's chest with one punch, but Xie Xun and Cheng Kun competed against each other.

Unexpectedly, in just a moment, Xie Xun, who was supposed to be dying because of his vital injuries, became better, but Cheng Kun seemed to have lost his vitality and trembled all over.

The heads of the seven major sects and the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple were not surprised. Except for Yang Potian and Fan Yao, whose eyes showed clear expressions, the rest of the Ming Sect seniors just applauded loudly.

After holding on for another half an hour, Xie Xun's right hand suddenly moved, Cheng Kun's head was like a watermelon being smashed with a bang, and red and white things were scattered all over the floor.

When Cheng Kun's corpse fell to the ground, the exclamations and sighs of the seven major factions and the cheers and cheers of the Ming sect rang out at the same time.

Xie Xun still had a big hole in his chest. It was more than three inches deep. It seemed that his heart, lungs, and internal organs had been crushed and deformed. It was reasonable to say that he would have to lie on the ground and wait for his death, but Xie Xun stood on the field in high spirits. middle.

"I have a great revenge, and I have no regrets in this life."

Xie Xun laughed, blood began to spew from his mouth, looked around for a week, and then shouted up to the sky, saying, "Xie Xun has made many good friends in my life, and I have also done many evil things. The enemy has given the head, and there is only one wish left... "

After saying that, Xie Xun paused, and then looked at Shi Tai Jue with a face of shame and sadness, and said, "I killed Fang Ping's old hero's family, and Sect Master Xie Xun and Fang Jiansheng would definitely want to smash my corpse into thousands of pieces..."

Jue Shi Tai said sharply: "Yes, I heard that Sheng'er searched for you many times and let you escape. This time, he didn't need to shoot, the poor nun killed you with one sword!"

"it is good!"

Xie Xun laughed loudly, facing Mie Jue and said with a smile: "You came to kill me with one sword, and the old hero Qiu was also killed by Yan Ling Fei Tian Dao, Qiu Xiaoxia, are you from Lu Zhuang's family? Come and kill me too... …”

Saying that, Xie Xun turned his head to look at the heroes behind the heads of the seven major sects. Although most of them were disciples of the seven major sects, there were also dozens of first-class masters in the arena.

"Guangling Master... Bai Sect... He Sect... Kongtong Sect's Zong Elder... Come and kill me with a sword..."

Xie Xun saw the experts from the seven major factions one after another, and the names he named were the seniors who killed their relatives, friends, and disciples, and finally shouted to the sky: "Fang Sheng, Fang Jiansheng, I, Xie Xun, ask with all my heart today. Death is only for one death to dissolve past sins, please also give me a sword!"

Out of hundreds of people from the Seven Great Factions, forty to fifty people have already walked out. Everyone waited for Xie Xun with gritted teeth, wishing to stab him to death with a sword, but they were afraid of his martial arts, so they didn't dare to make a move for a while.

After listening to Xie Xun's words, everyone in Mingjiao was silent for a while, and Yang Wuji even had tears in his eyes. He wanted to persuade him, but he felt that he couldn't persuade him. It is also mixed with five flavors, and it is difficult to make oneself.

After Xie Xun's voice echoed twice between the mountain walls, the two figures fell in the wind, and it was Fang Sheng and Yang Zhuoluo, who were said to have already established their foundations successfully and began to concentrate their spiritual thoughts.

Fang Sheng fell in front of Xie Xun and snorted coldly, "You avenged your revenge and wanted to avenge your sins with your death, and ask for peace of mind? Hmph, I wait for my family to be killed by you, and I'm afraid we won't be at peace when we die."

Xie Xun sat cross-legged and said solemnly: "Everyone, please do it, I, Xie Xun, will never resist, Fang Jiansheng, the children of Jianghu only seek pleasure and revenge, I can do nothing to hurt you, I can only lose a cheap life!"

"Okay, although you and I are enemies, I have to admit that you are a hero. I hope you will be a good person in the next life!"

Fang Sheng sighed lightly, then waved his right hand, and a burst of energy rolled around. The forty or fifty Jianghu disciples who were glaring at Xie Xun couldn't help but be moved by Fang Sheng's energy, and then moved forward at the same time. He rushed out, and the long sword in his hand pierced Xie Xun's chest, back, and limbs from all corners at the same time. By the time everyone reacted, Xie Xun had become a hedgehog.

Fang Sheng sighed lightly, glanced at Yang Wuji, and bowed to Shitai Shitai again, and said, "All of our deep grievances and grievances have been repaid, this is a great joy, auntie, I will bring Zhuo here. Lu went to pay homage to my grandfather and father, and to comfort their spirits in heaven."

Everyone killed Xie Xun with their own hands, their hearts were mixed with joy and sorrow, and they hurriedly bowed to thank Fang Sheng.

Shi Tai's eyes flashed with sadness and said, "Sheng'er, give me a bouquet of incense for your grandfather. After this fight is over, I will also go back to Kaifeng to live in seclusion."

Fang Sheng nodded with a smile, took Yang Zhuoluo's hand, and the two of them walked away with a high voice—

Songshan half-hanging in the air constantly echoed the two of them, one rough and heroic, the other tactful and agile singing: "It is a busy world, competing for lust, leisure and troubles... Six Dynasties and Five Hegemony, three points and seven countries, east and west to seek...

Where is Wu Lue now, empty and desolate, wild flowers and grass... Sigh, foresight, ambitious, lackluster, and ashes...

Traveling through the ancient roads of Chang'an, asking about the suburban ruins, the century-old old man... the Han market in the Tang Dynasty, the Qin Palace and Zhouyuan, and the notices...

Thoughts of life and death, forever and ever, who can protect..."

"Thinking of life and death, forever and ever, who can protect..."

(End of this chapter)