The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 186 Desperate
At night, in the depths of Zhongnan Mountain.

This place was originally a rare place, but today, there are already many uninvited guests.

"People are there, put on the signal!"

Several Demon Cult disciples dressed in Mingjiao sharp gold flag costumes looked at the two figures of a man and a woman in the jungle, shouted hurriedly, and scattered in all directions.

Song Qingshu frowned, and stepped forward with his sword straightened out, only to see that the disciples of the Demon Sect had already fallen to the ground, but it was too late.

There was only a sharp whistle, and a firework had already lit up in the sky, which was particularly eye-catching in the night sky.

Looking at the fireworks, Song Qingshu cursed with an ugly face: "These devil bastards really linger!"

The woman next to him, with a slender figure and a green skirt sweeping the floor, with a beautiful face and an elegant demeanor, was none other than Zhou Zhiruo.

It's just that this high disciple of the Emei School is pale at the moment, and his breathing is weak. It is obvious that he is unwell, not only her. Look at Song Qingshu, the left sleeve of his shirt is covered with blood spots, and he is also injured.

"Brother Song, let's go quickly. It will be a little late, and when the masters of the Devil's Cult arrive to fight, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and me to escape." Zhou Zhiruo said anxiously.

The two of them were unlucky to say the least, they originally met up to find a famous doctor and elixir with Li Li, thinking that there are many hermits on Zhongnan Mountain, so they should be rewarded, but they met several bannermen of the Demon Cult on the way.

Emei and the Demon Sect are mortal enemies, and the Wudang Sect and the Demon Sect are even more perpetual. Many masters have died under Li Li's sword. How can they stop when they meet Song Qingshu and others?

Fortunately, this pair of men and women have quite good martial arts, Song Qingshu took the opportunity to take Zhou Zhiruo into the depths of Zhongnan Mountain at the cost of being slapped by Zhuang Zheng, Wudang Qinggong is well-known all over the world, and Emei Qinggong is also not to be underestimated. With the help of terrain cover, the two were able to temporarily get rid of the pursuers.

However, the members of the Demon Sect did not give up. Instead, they asked a large number of disciples to search the mountain to find the whereabouts of the two of them. This was not the first wave of Demon Sect disciples they encountered, but the previous waves were all strangled by them unexpectedly. This is the first time. A group of people who sent out signals.

Seeing the panic of the beauty in front of him, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling a little pain in his heart. He never imagined that he just went out to find medicine, but in the end, she and himself fell into danger together.

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, I have already set off the fireworks. If anyone from our sect sees the message, they will definitely come back to save you and me."

He said seriously: "And don't worry, Song will never let you suffer any more harm before he dies."

"Brother Song..."

There was a strange touch in Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes, especially when she saw the blood on the sleeve of the other party's left hand, her heart was full of self-blame and sadness.

With the opponent's martial arts, even if he encounters the masters of the Demon Sect, he can escape in the chaos. However, in order to save her, he was hit by a palm on the left hand and suffered serious internal injuries.

In the past few days of fleeing for her life, the other party has saved her from danger several times, and there has never been a person of the opposite sex who has treated her so well.

"You pair of wild mandarin ducks, at this moment, still dare to flirt with each other. Do you really think that my Mingjiao disciples can be killed for nothing?"

A deep and cold voice suddenly sounded from the forest. Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo were startled. When they looked up, they saw a short and fat man walking out of the forest not far away, carrying a mace.

The man was wearing a white robe with flame patterns embroidered on it, and he was full of murderous looks. As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the forest seemed to drop. It was Zhuang Zheng, the leader of the Mingjiao Ruijin Banner!

"No, let's go!"

Song Qingshu's complexion changed drastically, and Zhou Zhiruo pulled Zhou Zhiruo to leave, but at this moment, a sinister laugh sounded from the direction they were about to flee, saying:
"Where do you want to go?"

After the words fell, a bald monk appeared in that direction.

The monk is tall and strong, with a smile on his face, wearing a white robe, and looks very friendly, but the cold murderous look in his eyes makes people shudder, but he is Peng Yingyu among the five scattered people.

He said: "I have been playing hide-and-seek with you in this forest for four or five days, hehe, I finally caught you today, come out!"

He only heard him clapping his palms, and in the other directions, masters of Mingjiao Wusanren and Five Elements Banners appeared to block the retreat.

Seeing those Mingjiao masters rushing out, the hearts of Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu have already fallen to the bottom.

The two of them were already injured, and they were surrounded by a group of people in this deep mountain and old forest.

Is today the day of my death?

Song Qingshu's heart was full of unwillingness. Although he was not as good as Li Li, with a sword in his hand, the world surrendered, but he was also the most outstanding young master of this generation in the Jianghu. It can be said that he has a bright future and a bright future.

But now, he is facing a death situation, and the beauty is also involved.

The corner of his mouth was full of bitterness, and he looked at Zhou Zhiruo with guilt. If he hadn't promised her to go up the mountain to find medicine together, this would not have happened.

Never let her die!

For no reason, this idea appeared in Song Qingshu's mind. He clenched the long sword in his hand, looked at the group of Mingjiao masters, and said coldly: "You are all masters who have been famous in the Jianghu for many years. What kind of heroes are you? So-and-so fighting alone?!"

All the Mingjiao masters present couldn't help being slightly surprised when they heard the words, what is this kid thinking, he is not fighting in a martial arts competition, but fighting alone? !
Peng Yingyu smiled coldly, and said disdainfully: "Do you think you are Li Li, or my Mingjiao is the Beggar Gang, just because you want to pick our brothers with a sword?"

When everyone heard the words, they all remembered the past of the five masters of the Jianbai Beggar Clan when Li Li made his debut, and all of them laughed in unison.

Not to mention that their martial arts are better than the masters of the beggar gang, but just to say that Song Qingshu in front of him, although he is sought after by the people of the rivers and lakes with the nickname of a jade-faced swordsman, is also one of the best among the younger generation, but compared to that swordsman God is inseparable, the difference is more than just based on reason.

Song Qingshu was not angry because of the ridicule and disdain of the Mingjiao masters, he said in a calm tone: "Don't you dare, if one of you wins Song's move half way today, you don't need to do it, Song will kill himself on the spot immediately, If Song is lucky enough to win against anyone here, I don't ask anyone else, I just hope that you will spare this Miss Zhou's life, how about it?"

"Brother Song, you..."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated expression, her beautiful eyes were filled with unspeakable meaning.

"Zhiruo, as I said, before Song dies, I will never let you suffer any harm." Song Qingshu said softly.

Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips hard, seemingly hesitating, seeming entangled, but finally made up her mind, and said in a soft but firm voice, "I don't want you to die, let's live together!"

"Zhi Ruo..."

Song Qingshu's heart suddenly felt sweet. At this moment, he still didn't understand the meaning of the other party's words.

But the more so, the more he can't let the other party die here!

With this in mind, he stopped hesitating and stepped out with his sword, and said loudly: "Why, could it be that the people of Mingjiao are all cowardly and cowardly, are they even afraid of a certain injured person in Song Dynasty?"

Zhuang Zheng snorted coldly, and said: "Good boy, you are considered a man, so I will personally send you a ride, so that you will give up your heart!"

He lifted the mace, jumped on the spot, and landed hard on the field, shaking the ground twice!
Ruijin Banner is the head of the Mingjiao Five Elements Banner. As the banner owner, his martial arts can be imagined. He is the most brilliant owner of the Five Elements Banner. From now on, apart from Leng Qian, I will respect him. If not, with Wudang School's martial arts, how could Song Qingshu's left arm be injured by a palm?
Zhuang Zheng waved the mace obliquely in his hand, his tiger eyes stared at Song Qingshu with a menacing aura, and he said: "I think you are a junior, let you take out the sword first!"

mean!

Zhou Zhiruo cursed secretly in her heart, but she couldn't help but looked at Song Qingshu worriedly. Don't look at Zhuang Zheng's good intentions, but Wudang School's martial arts are best at stopping with silence, attacking later, and attacking first, which is a good thing for others, but for Wudang Sending disciples may not be a good thing!
Song Qing's face was cold and indifferent, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, his posture was very slow, but in the process, wisps of sharp and sharp air burst out from his sword, sweeping the audience, It actually suppressed Zhuang Zheng's aura for a few minutes, making all the masters present feel a chill in their hearts!
He has a will to die!

Monk Peng and other Mingjiao masters secretly marveled at the strength of Song Qingshu's sword energy, but at the critical moment when the two were about to strike, they suddenly heard a voice in the darkness: "Wait a minute, Lord Zhuang Banner, let me kill him myself."

The sudden sound interrupted the tense situation in the arena.

Song Qingshu's heart was even heavier. Could it be that there are still masters from the Demon Cult here?

He and everyone present looked towards the direction of the sound, but saw a figure wearing a Mingjiao-style white robe walking out slowly.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, holding a folding fan, with a calm expression, but his eyes are like cold electricity, fierce and extraordinary, with a terrifying aura, making it difficult to look directly at him!

"See the Young Master!"

Seeing the visitor, all the Mingjiao masters present bowed their hands and saluted, with respectful expressions and humble appearance, which clearly showed the dignity of the visitor.

Young Master!
Song Qingshu stared at that handsome and calm face, looked at that pair of sharp eagle-like eyes, only felt his heart getting colder and colder, his mouth was full of dryness, he said hoarsely:
"Yin Ye Wang!"

"Hahaha, unexpectedly, Song Shaoxia also knows that I am honored, honored."

King Yin Ye laughed loudly, unfolded the folding fan, slapped it lightly twice, tapped his toes on the ground lightly, and then the man soared into the air like a big bird, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Song Qingshu.

He looked at Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo, and said with a smile: "Song Shaoxia, don't be nervous, Yin is also a person who loves fragrance and loves jade, and the extermination old nun of the Emei Sect killed as many disciples as my holy sect, so Yin will definitely take good care of this later Miss Zhou's 'repayment' came back, and..."

He paused for a moment, with a icy look in his eyes, and said: "There is also Mo Shaoxia from your sect, who repeatedly and repeatedly beheaded the masters of my teaching, today Yin must ask for some justice. !"

In the first half of the sentence, his tone was a bit joking, as if he intended to provoke Song Qingshu, but when he spoke the second half of the sentence, his tone was full of killing intent, which made people shudder!

King Yin Ye, the son of Yin Tianzheng, just over forty years old, has already won the true biography of Yin Tianzheng. In the past three years, more than one first-class master has died under his hands, and he once faced three of the five elders of Kongtong alone. They teamed up to resist the Seven Injuries Fist with eagle claws and repelled the three masters of the Kongtong faction. Their reputation spread all over the country.
If it weren't for this, how could such arrogant and arrogant characters as the Five Elements Banner Lord and the Five Sanren respect him? !

Thinking of the various victories of King Yinye that were circulated in the Jianghu, both Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo felt a sense of oppression rushing over their faces, almost suffocating the two of them!
"Get out the sword."

King Yinye said coldly: "This is the only chance for you to fight me. Regardless of the outcome, Zhuang Zheng and the others will fight later. Today, we must keep the two of you here!"

Still under siege...

Song Qingshu's heart was extremely desperate. A single Yinye King would be very difficult to deal with, and he had to face so many first-class masters besieged and killed. This Yinye King was determined to keep them here!
"Aren't you afraid that senior brother Mo will take revenge on you and kill you on the Bright Summit?!" Zhou Zhiruo suddenly shouted loudly.

Those three words, Senior Brother Mo, seemed to have some sort of magical power. All the masters of the Devil's Cult present couldn't help but froze, their aura froze, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

King Yin Ye snorted coldly, and said: "If Shaoxia Mo can move, we naturally dare not infringe on the two of you, but... hum..."

He said disdainfully: "According to what Yin knows, this martial arts sword god can only lie on the bed, close his eyes and wait for death. Just such a waste, he can't protect himself, and he still wants to save others?!"

The story of Mo Li being injured and dying is well known in all corners of the world, especially the Wudang Seven Heroes running around in numbers, looking for a good doctor, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, which proves the authenticity of this matter.

Thinking of the scene of the sword god fainting on the mountain and the eagerness of everyone in Wudang, all the masters of Mingjiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed towards Song Qingshu full of viciousness.

Seeing that Mo Li's name couldn't deter them, Zhou Zhiruo sighed helplessly. She clenched her long sword tightly in her plain hand and gritted her teeth, "Senior Brother Song, let's fight them!"

"Zhi Ruo..."

A tinge of tenderness emerged in Song Qingshu's heart for no reason, and there was nothing to regret about being buried here with her.

However, I want her to live more!
His eyes became more and more resolute, and his whole body was full of sword energy. Under the pressure of those masters, he was still very fierce and cold!
However, just when the tense atmosphere was about to break and a big battle was about to break out, a clear and bright laughter slowly came from a distance, echoing in the forest, and lingering for a long time.

"Hahahaha, I haven't seen you in three years. Brother Song, not only has your martial arts improved a lot, but you also have an extraordinary bearing. You sacrificed your life to protect the woman you love. Master is so happy to see this scene."

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(End of this chapter)