The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 146 Take My Sword

These dozens of heroes rushed out from all directions, and broke into the Tarzi army formation from different angles.

The incident happened suddenly, those Tartars were no longer as elite and brave as they used to be, and they didn't organize an effective interception for a while, and they rushed into most of them!

"Quick, form the formation! Form the formation!"

The leading Tartar officer yelled loudly in Mongolian, and his voice pierced through the formation. Immediately, those Tartar cavalrymen formed a group, taking care of each other, and began to besiege and kill these heroes.

It's just that this is not on the battlefield after all, it is not a life-and-death struggle between two armies rushing to kill each other.

This was an assassination, and the assassins were all gangsters with martial arts skills.

Maybe on the plain, they were scattered by the Tartar cavalry in one charge, but at this time, they were on the long street!
I saw that these people either used hidden weapons, or fought with their bodies, their swords were slanted, and their swordsmanship was agile. They quickly penetrated into the deepest part of the army formation. The first wave of attackers soon crashed into the monk formation where the lama was!

"Kill! Make a contribution, and it's today!"

One raised his arms and shouted, and rushed into the monk formation, but it was the palms of three monks who greeted him.

Tantric Mahamudra!
Three powerful palms came over. Wherever they passed, swords broke and people turned on their backs. The heroes of the rivers and lakes who rushed in in the first wave all fell under these three palms, and no one was spared!
These are three internal strength cultivations, they are by no means inferior to the first-class martial arts masters in the Central Plains, but none of these martial arts heroes who assassinate have such skills, how can they resist? !

The three monks killed the rushing assassins, without stopping, they walked forward in the direction that the crowd rushed in, joined forces with the Tazi army, and flanked the crowd of high-ranking guests.

In just half a cup of tea, those gangsters died and fled, except for the corpses of Tartar cavalrymen and assassins, but not even a single monk was injured, let alone successfully assassinated Ba Siba up!
The people along the way, seeing this bloody scene, showed a look of fear on their faces.

"Amitabha!"

Hutu Living Buddha suddenly recited the Buddha's name for a long time. Under the blessing of inner strength, the voice echoed in the night sky and reached everyone's ears.

This voice seemed to contain a special magical power, which eliminated all the negative emotions in the hearts of the people.

The man clasped his hands together, with a pious face, and chanted: "At that time, the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha Mahasattva said: World Honored One, I see all living beings in Jambudvipa, and it is nothing but a sin to move your mind or think about it."Get rid of good profits, and retreat more from the original intention.If you encounter bad karma, think about it to increase.It is the same generation, like walking on a muddy road, burdened by heavy stones, getting more and more trapped, with deep steps...""

What he recites is the Sutra of Earth Store Vows, and Earth Store Bodhisattva, who sits in the underworld and purds all living ghosts and ghosts, is a Bodhisattva with great compassion and great ambitions.

Sentences of scriptures are recited from his mouth, clearing the mind and refreshing the mind, concentrating on meditation, wisps of Buddha's light suddenly appear from his body, the glass is clean, and the treasure is solemn, really walking in the world like a Buddha.

The people beside the road all knelt down and chanted the Buddha's name with obsessive expressions on their faces.

The chariot and sedan chair started again, escorted by all the Tatars, who also chanted scriptures in a low voice to echo. These Mongolians believed in Buddhism more than the people in the Central Plains.

On the street, there is always the sound of chanting and singing, which is refreshing and pleasant to the ears.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, a trace of timidity and fear flashed across Lu Yuncheng's face.

His martial arts may not be superior to those dead heroes, and he is far inferior to those three monks, so he will naturally be afraid.

Mo Li smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm still in front of you."

Lu Yuncheng took a deep breath and said solemnly, "If you die, I will avenge you."

"If I die, I hope you escape!"

Mo Li smiled again, and looked down at the sedan chair below. At this time, he was only a short distance away from the Spring Wind Tower.

His figure was shaking, and he had already fallen from the sky. The cold wind poured into his body, but it made the young man's heart even hotter.

He came here to kill Basiba, not to make a name for himself, but to repay Zhang Sanfeng's ten-year art teaching!
Since this matter started by myself, it will naturally end with me!
The group of Tartars saw a figure of a young man in Taoist robe descending from the sky, blocking the road with a long sword hanging from his waist, and they panicked.

"There are assassins!" a Tartar shouted in Mongolian.

The sound of chanting suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on this young man.

"Is it a Taoist leader?!"

"He wants to assassinate too?!"

"Isn't this sending you to death?!"

……

All the people looked at the handsome young man with a sword hanging from his waist, all of them looked shocked and regretful.

Mo Li didn't even look at the people, but looked at the sedan chair with a calm expression, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Song Qingshu, a disciple of the Wudang School, was ordered by his master to meet Master Ba Siba."

Xiao Daoist's tone was calm and clear, and when it reached everyone's ears, it surprised everyone again!
Wudang faction!
It is the Wudang sect founded by Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang sect who wants to debate scriptures with Basiba in Huashan!
"Wudang faction! It's the Wudang faction who killed the commander!"

A murderous intent flashed in the Mongolian general's eyes, and he shouted: "Kill him and avenge the commander!"

King Ruyang used to command the soldiers and horses in the world, and he was extremely popular in the Yuan court!

A group of soldiers responded in unison, and they were about to charge forward when they hit their horses. At this moment, they only heard an old voice: "Let him in."

The voice was a little hoarse and weak, but there was a shocking majesty. The soldiers who were about to move subconsciously reined in their horses and stopped advancing.

The general said unwillingly: "My lord, the people from the Wudang faction killed the commander-in-chief!"

"Let him in!"

This time, the owner of this voice emphasized a little bit, but in the ears of people, the majesty was even more majestic, like an emperor sitting on a dragon chair giving orders, making it difficult for people to refuse, and they dare not refuse.

"Ugh……"

The general beat his chest unwillingly, and said helplessly, "Let him in."

A group of Yuan court cavalry, hearing the order, retreated to both sides one after another, giving way in the middle.

Mo Li's expression was calm, and he walked slowly into the formation. Those Yuan court soldiers stared fiercely at him, with their hands still on their blades, as if they were going to attack and kill him in the next moment, but he was indifferent , as if facing a group of clay puppets.

Not long after, before the monks, Mo Li bowed his hands and said, "Song Qingshu, a disciple of Wudang School, pays homage to Master."

"It's you?"

Hutu Living Buddha looked at Mo Li with a look of surprise on his face.

He had seen Mo Li and the Six Heroes attacking together in the Zhenwu Seventh Formation that day, this person was clearly Mo Li, how could he claim to be Song Qingshu?

"Song Qingshu?"

Inside the sedan chair, the old voice sounded again, and said hoarsely: "The old monk heard that Wudang sent out a sword god, Li Li, who is extremely extraordinary. Unexpectedly, there is also Song Qingshu, who is also a dragon and phoenix among people."

There was praise in his tone, and Li Li could faintly sense that there were two eyes staring at him that seemed to penetrate him in the gauze.

"Tell me, Master Zhang asked you to come, why?"

Hearing this, Mo Li felt a sharp aura circulating in his body.

His hand slowly fell towards the hilt of the sword. During this process, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger!
"Master said, it's indecent to come and not to go. Since you have received Master Ming's Demon Demon Formation, then please also invite Master..."

"Take my sword!"

Speaking of the last four words, the young man's voice was suddenly high-pitched, like the sound of a sword, clanging!

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(End of this chapter)