Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 317 Confrontation
The north wind has grown stronger since night fell.

Flying low over the empty and uninhabited wilderness, whistling, ghosts and wolves howling.

Dark clouds hung low, covering the earth.

Instead of being blown away by the strong wind, it became thicker and thicker, covering the stars and closing the moon like a mountain pressing down on the top.

The dots of snowflakes fell with the wind, and soon they seemed to have sprinkled a layer of fine salt on the ground.

Not long after, the snow fell more and more.

From sporadic ice chips to goose feather snow, the fine salt on the ground quickly piled up into a thick white blanket, and there was a vast expanse everywhere.

Two carriages were slowly moving in the middle of the official road.

Two straight wheel tracks are left behind.

The horses pulling the cart were not ordinary rough horses, they looked very handsome.

Even in the cold night where the wind was cutting like a knife and the ice and snow were whistling, he did not show any discomfort, as if he was walking gracefully in a sunny afternoon.

Soon after, the carriage climbed up a gentle slope.

Looking from the top of the slope, you can see a building in front of you, standing alone in the depths of the snow.

Because of the distance, only a vague outline of it can be seen.

In the open and desolate wilderness, and there are no crowds around, seeing such a building suddenly seems a bit abrupt.

It even gives people an inexplicable eerie feeling.

"Master, there seems to be a house ahead."

The expression of the driver was still calm, and there was no fluctuation in his tone when he spoke, as calm as eating and drinking.

"I saw it, you stop for a moment."

A slender young man in brocade clothes got off the first carriage, came to the rear carriage, and asked respectfully.

"Old Ancestor, do you want to go to the house in front to avoid the wind and snow?"

"Where are you now?"

After a while, an old and hoarse voice slowly came from inside the carriage.

It sounds frail and decrepit, like an old man dying.

"If we go back to our ancestors, we are almost at the border of Qizhou, about a hundred miles away from our destination."

"Then take a break."

The old man in the car took a sip of tea, "Take the water first, and then turn to the land. I haven't really rested for such a long time. I'm tired of people and horses."

"Being able to serve by the side of the ancestors, the grandson can only feel joy and joy every day, without feeling tired at all."

The young man bowed again. Even though he was in the dark wilderness, with the barrier of the carriage, his appearance and posture were still impeccable.

"You little guy can make people happy."

The old man laughed, but then his voice became low again.

With some memory and nostalgia faintly, "I still remember that the last time I came to Qizhou was 40 years ago.

At that time, I had just changed from virtual to real and became a master of the anode. It was at the time when I was in high spirits that I met masters of the Northern Wilderness in this land and fought with them one after another.

Looking back at this moment, it seems like yesterday, and the scenes are still clearly emerging in front of my eyes. "

Speaking of this, he sighed slowly, "It's a pity that a hundred years ago I was just a child who just entered martial arts, much younger than you are now, and my level of strength is not worth mentioning.

Therefore, I didn't have the chance to follow His Majesty Emperor Wu to conquer the east and the west, conquer the south and break the north, and also didn't see what is the ultimate demeanor of a life-long struggle. It is really a pity that lasts a lifetime. "

The young man stood with his hands down, listening silently, with a gentle smile on his face from beginning to end.

It wasn't until the voice in the car gradually died down that he said, "Please wait a moment, my ancestor. My grandson will take someone to clean up the room in front of me, and then please move over to rest."

The lonely building seems to be a Taoist temple.

It's like a clan ancestral hall that has been around for some years.

It is not known when it was built, nor why it was abandoned.

Except for the relatively complete main hall, the other houses have collapsed and turned into ruins.

The hall was empty, without any utensils, even the statues that were supposed to be enshrined were tilted aside, leaving only half of the broken body, which looked a little ferocious and distorted under the light of the fire.

Two bonfires burn quietly, dispelling the darkness and bringing warmth.

Beside the fire a little further in, an old man sat motionless, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

A few young men and women around were silent, quietly eating the food in their hands, and cast vaguely disgusted glances at another bonfire from time to time.

One of the girls in white snorted coldly, put away the things in her hands and was about to get up.

The old man opened his eyes at this moment, "They are all poor people who are begging for a living, what can you do for them here?"

"The disciples just think they are too noisy, and the teacher's injury is still unhealed. I'm afraid these people will affect your rest."

"Your heart is restless, that's why you feel irritable."

The old man exhaled slowly, "This old man thinks it's very good. It's at least a little more lively to hear this noise in the empty snowy night."

The girl nodded, then sat back in a sullen mood, drinking clear water, not knowing what she was thinking.

Not far away, a few men gathered around another fire, eating wine with dry food and chatting nonsense.

Clothes covered with mud and snow were still being baked next to it, and all kinds of smells mixed together, which suddenly became extremely complicated.

Although there were no good dishes and only the worst shochu, the atmosphere in the venue was quite lively.

They all laughed happily and chatted happily.

He also sang ditties with his tone-deaf voice everywhere, thinking about the new year's business through drunkenness.

A certain black-faced and black-bearded man took a sip of shochu, took another hard bite of the dry bread in his hand, and patted the burden beside him, saying, "We should buy some carriages after running a few more orders to save money." .

That way, we can pull more goods, and we don’t have to deal with only a small area like now, and we don’t dare to go long-distance for business. "

Another person said with a smile, "Now with the help of a great master Wen Wushi, let alone buying a carriage, even setting up a real business firm, that's more than enough!"

"Yes, now is a great opportunity for us to make money while other big firms are huddled in the city and dare not come out.

We have Wen Wushi to support the scene, let alone a man-eating ghost monk, even if there are ten or eight, they will definitely not be opponents. "

Immediately, there was a sound of echoing, and the atmosphere became even more exuberant and jubilant.

In another fire, several young men and women showed disdainful expressions at the same time, but because of the old man's reminder, no one spoke out.

He just closed his eyes silently and rested his mind, taking these bragging words as passing clouds.

Everyone flattered and turned their heads to toast to Master Wen Wu whom they were talking about.

Master Wen Wu didn't move, as if he was in a state of mind, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked out of the door.

After a few breaths, the old man also opened his eyes suddenly, and quietly grasped the long sword lying in front of him.

The sound of light footsteps came.

From far to near, finally stopped in front of the door.

"Friends inside, is it convenient to come in?"

Immediately afterwards, a gentle male voice sounded slowly.

The black-faced and black-bearded man glanced at Master Wen, and saw that he had no intention of objecting, so he immediately responded, "It's windy and snowy outside, brother, come in quickly, what's the inconvenience.

It's not easy to live outside in the cold weather. Not to mention that this is not our house, even if it is our own, there is no reason to drive people out. "

"So, thank you very much."

A small creak.

The temple door was pushed open.

The cold wind swarmed in with ice and snow, filling the large space inside the door in an instant.

The hall was quiet for a while, only the whistling wind lingered in my ears.

In came a young man wearing a hat and a black robe.

He looked around for a week, his eyes flickered, and a kind smile slowly appeared on his face, "I hope you don't mind the interruptions this time."

"I don't mind, don't mind, do you want to drink two sips of shochu to warm up your body?"

The dark-faced man waved his hand, and took out an unopened new wine bag from the luggage behind him, "Although it's not a good wine, it's better than hot and powerful, and it's best for driving away the cold and relieving fatigue when traveling in winter."

"Then I would like to thank this old man."

He took off his bamboo hat and sat down next to the black-faced man. He took a deep breath after opening the wine bag, but then fastened the stopper tightly, "This wine smells too powerful. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it, so I'd better drink it." Bring it with you."

Martial Master Wen observed silently, a faint light flashed in the deepest part of his eyes, and he said seemingly unintentionally, "My surname is Wen, and our group are all hunters from the Nine Sacred Mountains. sell.

Where is the little brother from, walking alone in the wind and snow at night, but be careful of the danger hidden in the dark. "

"My surname is Wei, and my single name is Tao. I am from Cangyuan in the North."

He replied with a smile, and then asked, "What kind of danger is the danger that Senior said?"

Martial Master Wen sighed, and lowered his voice, "Didn't you hear that there have been ghost monks eating people wandering around in the past few days?"

"Oh?"

Wei Tao's eyes flashed, and when he spoke again, he became a little more interested, "I heard that it was a foreign monk who sneaked in from the northern wilderness. Why did you become a ghost monk again in the mouth of Senior Wen?"

Master Wen Wu looked at those eyes that looked like a deep pool, and while putting the jerky into his mouth, he said slowly, "Little brother, maybe you don't know yet, that thing doesn't look like a living person, but a ghostly creature." of dark demons."

"Ghostly, dark demon."

Wei Tao frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and said, "You can make Senior Wen say the words ghostly, it seems that the one who sneaked in is really not an ordinary monk..."

Having said that, he suddenly remained silent and turned his head to look outside the hall.

At the same time, all the Orions by the fire kept silent, moved in unison, and turned their heads to look out at the same time.

The young man in brocade clothes penetrated the boundless wind and snow and came to the dilapidated Taoist temple.

He walked around the dilapidated wall and stopped just outside the main hall gate.

The night wind was cold and whining.

Through the nearly decayed palace gate, the fire light inside was blown on and off, changing into various shapes.

There is also the sound of talking and eating, which disappears in the wind.

In addition, there is a rather strange and complicated smell, which keeps getting out of the cracks in the door, and even the wind and snow can't blow it away quickly.

The young man stood quietly outside the door, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by indifference and arrogance exuded from the inside out.

"Master Hong, there are already people inside." An old man with his hands in his sleeves frowned and said lightly.

"Then work hard and drive out the people inside, leaving the fire behind."

The young man shook off the snowflakes on the brocade robe, his face obviously a little hesitant, "If they are sensible, they can talk about anything, if anyone is not sensible, I don't mind burying a few corpses in this ruined Taoist temple, or It is to get a snack ration for the ancestors."

"My subordinate understands."

The old man took a few steps forward and directly pushed open the closed palace door.

"This place has been requisitioned by the young master outside, I will give you ten breaths, hurry up and get the old man away."

The cold wind poured into the main hall, the face of the labor manager flickered, and the voice became more and more cold, "Why, look at you, you still want to use swords and swords in front of the old man, and seek your own death?"

In the depths of the hall, several young people subconsciously clenched their long swords.

Their eyes showed a lot of panic and fear, and the fingers holding the sword were even a little white because of too much force.

The moment Manager Lao pushed the door open, they felt a violent aura blowing towards their faces.

It was like a fierce tiger broke into the sheepfold without any warning, and the aura it exuded inadvertently made them tremble, unable to give birth to any resistance.

The old man took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, stood up with difficulty under the support of the male disciple beside him,

He glanced at Manager Lao who was standing with his hands behind his back, then at Orion who seemed to be unaware, still drinking and chatting, and finally set his eyes on several of his disciples.

"If I'm not hurt..."

A thought flashed in the old man's mind, and he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing a few times, and there was a streak of bright red blood between his fingers.

He immediately calmed down, quietly wiped away the blood, and deliberately raised his voice, "Pack up your things, we're leaving now."

"Wei Daozi, what do you think?"

Beside another fire, Master Wen ate the last piece of jerky in his hand, and when he spoke again, his voice suddenly became ethereal.

His expression was no longer as vivid as before, but stiff and dull, like a marionette on a string.

"I look with my eyes."

Wei Tao smiled again, "But judging from the martial master's expression and tone, he seems a little unhappy.

So, do you plan to continue acting? "

Wen Wushi was expressionless, "It didn't matter if we cooperated with him, but this person didn't understand that tolerance is a more correct choice than monopolizing one's own way.

The so-called sea is inclusive, tolerance is great, and only by learning from others can we be all-encompassing. "

While he was speaking, the black-faced man sitting on the outermost floor got up.

He casually picked up a long sword from under the package and walked towards Manager Lao.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death."

"Can't you get out honestly? I have to force the old man to kill again and leave all of your lives here."

"The thing he holds in his hand can also be regarded as a three-foot Qingfeng?

Even a piece of iron can scare people more than this broken sword. "

Manager Lao sneered secretly, and slowly stretched out his hands from his sleeves.

Suddenly, a gloomy light suddenly lit up.

It was like the galaxy hanging upside down, the sun and the moon shining together, and even the blazing bonfire lost its color in an instant.

"This is……"

"This dirty and shabby Orion is actually a great swordsman!"

"With a sword in hand, a master of swordsmanship with superiority!"

Manager Lao's eyes froze.

His mind was captured by this ray of light in an instant.

He stared at the rising bright light, and his consciousness suddenly went blank with fear.

The next moment, Manager Lao felt his body suddenly become lighter, as if he had merged into the wind and snow, flying freely in the dark depths.

But as his gaze turned, he saw a familiar body again, still standing motionless in the hall like a nail.

In addition, he also saw other hunters, still eating wine with dry food by the fire, and didn't even glance at the door at all.

"Master, old ancestor..."

At the last moment of his life, Manager Lao was not thinking of himself. He wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he couldn't even make a sound. He could only watch as his vision quickly dimmed, until he fell into the endless abyss of death.

Swish!
The sword light suddenly appeared and then retracted, and its speed was as fast as if it had never appeared before.

Only the standing headless corpse was telling what happened just now.

In the dark wind and snow, the young man exhaled lightly, and walked towards the road blocked by broken bricks and stones on one side, carefully planning how to let the carriage pass here and stop directly in front of the hall.

It is best not to take a long step, and you can directly enter the house after getting off the car.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he wanted to impress his ancestors more, being able to accompany him on the trip this time was the best opportunity.

All the details must be considered in advance, so that he can stand out among his peers in the family, and since then he will soar into the sky and enjoy unimaginable cultivation resources.

As for what was going on inside, whether those people were dead or alive, he didn't care at all.

What is really important is to clean up the hygiene and get rid of the peculiar smell thoroughly, so that the old man can rest more comfortably.

Click!

Suddenly a crisp sound came from the hall.

Young Master Hong suddenly turned his head, and saw a chubby thing flying out of the hall, landed on the snow with a plop, and rolled forward for a certain distance before stopping.

The strong smell of blood pierced into the nostrils.

Young Master Hong's eyes were concentrated, and they fell on the frightened and distorted face, which was full of beard and hair. At this moment, his complexion suddenly became extremely ugly.

Manager Lao was killed directly.

Although he was just an old servant in the family, he also had a level of cultivation in the realm of mystical senses. As a result, he opened the door and walked in less than ten breaths before he was beheaded and thrown out?
So, there are masters in it.

At least he is a master warrior who transforms from man to heaven.

It is very likely that he is also a master of swordsmanship.

When Master Hong thought of this, a strong smile appeared on his face.

He was happy from the bottom of his heart, rather than posturing or putting on an air.

It is good to have a master.

And the stronger the master, the better.

Perhaps it was because God felt his sincerity that he bestowed such a great gift on him.

In this case, there is no need to think hard about how to make the ancestor's life more comfortable on the road. It is a great contribution to let the old man know that there is a master of unknown origin here.

With this in mind, Young Master Hong turned around and left without the slightest hesitation or pause.

In the warm spring hall, the black-faced man sat back on the ground, casually threw the rusty long sword beside the bag, and showed a hollow and stiff smile, just like the bold and generous man just now.

The old man who was leading his disciples away had a numb scalp, his whole body felt cold, and he froze in place, motionless.

That Xuangan martial artist who broke in, just disappeared like this?
At the moment of lightning and flint just now, he only felt his eyes light up, and then everything was over?
Then, this sloppy hunter who was almost offended by his disciple turned out to be a master of swordsmanship! ?

Compared with the sword light just now, the swordsmanship he has practiced hard for decades is as ridiculous as playing with a child.

"No, that's not right!"

The old man's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that besides the black-faced man, there were two other "hunters", and a tattered long sword was also pressed under the burden.

So, instead of one master of swordsmanship, there may be three masters of swordsmanship!
Also, what is the level of a person who can sit with three kendo masters and let them respectfully call him Master Wen, and the middle-aged man with long beard sitting behind Master Wen?
Thinking about it further, the young man in black robe who just came in not long ago was actually sitting there upright. If he is not a fool who can't see the situation clearly, it means that this person definitely has a corresponding level of strength.

It's just a ruined temple in the wilderness, and there may be six martial arts masters gathered in it.

The old man opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, completely losing the ability to move freely.

He couldn't figure it out anyway, if he wasn't dreaming now, was he crazy or the world was crazy.

"Teacher, teacher."

The female disciple in white beside her was nervously grabbing the old man's sleeve, and it was only at this moment that she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Teacher, that man, where did his head go?"

In the deathly silence, a charming female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned around and looked at the place where the voice sounded.

Realizing that she had suddenly become the focus of attention, the girl in white was stunned, her body trembling uncontrollably, and she couldn't help crying.

The old man's mouth was full of bitterness, and for the first time he had the urge to strangle his favorite disciple to death.

Wei Tao raised his head at this time, and said in a gentle tone, "If the old man wants to take them away, he'd better go faster, lest something unexpected happen later."

Gudong!

The old man's throat surged, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and immediately gave a deep salute, leading his disciples and quickly left the Taoist temple.

Wei Tao watched the group go away, then turned his head to look at Master Wen Wu, "Just now there was another person outside, did you plan to kill the weeds?"

This time Master Wen did not respond.

Instead, the black-faced man said, "Our time is precious. Since that person has not offended us and has nothing worthy of our attention, there is no need to waste energy on him."

"Oh? Then what is worthy of your attention?"

"We have traveled thousands of miles to come here for the same purpose as Wei Daozi."

The black-faced swordsman was expressionless, and said flatly, "But after meeting Wei Daozi tonight, our focus has temporarily become you, Wei Daozi.

After all, even she said in person that you are the strongest in teaching the younger generation, and it is worth our time and energy until you join our ranks. "

"Who is she?"

"We can't say her name yet, Wei Daozi can come back to ask after a while."

"Can't you say it, then forget it."

Wei Tao's eyes wandered back and forth on several people, and his expression became more and more puzzled, "The expressions in your eyes, the tone of your voice, and the content of your words all give me a very strange feeling.

And the weirdness in your body also reminds me of a friend from long ago, and the teacher of that friend. "

"What's the name of Wei Daozi's friend?"

"Her surname is Bai, and her name is Bai Youyou."

Wei Tao paused, and added, "She may also be called Bai Yiyi, and the third name is Bai Lingyu."

"As for who her teacher is, I don't really want to say, and you don't need to ask any further."

Martial Master Wen raised his head at this moment, and sneered in a very strange tone, "So it's that little maidservant Bai Youyou, it's really unexpected, she's actually a friend of Daozi Wei."

Wei Tao frowned, it was difficult to describe his feelings at this moment.

This Martial Arts Master is at least at the level of the Yin Master, and may even be the Great Master of the Yin Yang. With this level of strength, he can be called a big boss in the imperial court, or in the northern and southern borders. level character.

However, the current Wen Wushi feels very awkward to him.

Especially the look in his eyes when he looked up, and the tone of his sneer, even made his scalp tingle a little, and his skin got goosebumps.

Wei Tao was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked seriously, "Is the martial art practiced by Wen Wushi directly referring to the Sunflower Book of Heaven and Human Transformation?"

Master Wen Wu shook his head, without much concealment, he said directly, "Before joining us, what I cultivated was lotus, not the sunflower that Wei Daozi said."

Lotus, master, surnamed Wen.

Once the three elements are combined, they immediately dispel the fog and illuminate the darkness.

Wei Tao let out a breath of foul air slowly, "Wen Wushi, in fact, it should be Qinglian Wenzuo envoy."

Wen Yan said, "Wei Daozi is talking about the past, but for me now, this name has no meaning."

"The name has no meaning anymore?"

Wei Tao's tone gradually became dignified, "Is Wen Zuoshi's name meaningless, or is it the same for your companions?"

Wen Yan turned his head slowly, and looked at the people around him, "Fanci, Yetian, Yedi, Yeren, but these are all names from the past, and naturally they have no meaning to us now."

"Qinglian envoys left and right, Master of the Three Swordsmen in Jiange."

Wei Tao lowered his eyes, "I have to say, your ability to hide your aura and deceive your perception is so strong that you can even fool me."

"At first, I noticed something was wrong here. I thought there was at most one martial arts grandmaster in it. It wasn't until I came in and sat down that I suddenly realized that all of you are at a level above the grandmaster."

Speaking of this, he secretly sighed, "The concentric knot woven by the mysterious silk is so mysterious and mysterious."

Wen Yan said indifferently, "Seeing our strength, why didn't Wei Daozi take the opportunity to leave, but sat with us all the time?"

Wei Tao asked back, "If I want to leave, can you let me go?"

"We finally met Daozi Xueye, so naturally we can't let Daozi go away alone."

Wei Tao smiled gently, "That's it. Since it's not easy to leave, it's better to stay here for now, and have more time to observe what kind of secrets you guys are hiding."

Qinglian left and right, and the three great sword masters said in unison, "As long as Wei Daozi can join us, he will naturally know what secret we have."

The smile on Wei Tao's face became more and more gentle, "What if I don't want to join you?"

The five of them spoke in unison, "Tonight Wei Daozi met us because of the cause, and the corresponding result is the result of being one with us. It is the so-called cycle of cause and effect, one drink, one peck, one's own destiny."

Click!

Click click! ! !

With this bonfire as the center, the masonry on the ground was shattered inch by inch.

There are also dense spider webs spreading out, covering the entire hall in an instant.

Even the walls, beams, and roof are attached and climbed by spider webs.

The breath suddenly froze.

The bonfire went out silently.

The entire Taoist temple was suddenly plunged into darkness and silence.

The six figures still stood motionless inside.

No one spoke, let alone violently attack.

It seems to have become six statues of gods, but the position has been moved from the back wall to the center of the hall.

Click!

Another soft sound came from the roof tiles.

The only well-preserved building in the Taoist Temple is already on the verge of breaking and collapsing.

hum!
Under the bulging baggage, three rusty swords trembled spontaneously.

It flew into the hands of three sword masters at the same time.

Wen Yan and Fan Ci formed a seal with their hands, like a green lotus blooming, its petals in full bloom.

Boom!
Suddenly, there was a dull heartbeat, which overwhelmed the sound of flowers blooming and swords, and echoed in the dark void.

Wei Tao held the fist seal of Yuantai with both hands, and his aura kept rising.

The qi and machines of the two sides are intertwined and entangled, and the battle is about to break out.

At this moment, several screams sounded from a distance.

The swordsman who had just left, and several of his disciples, failed to leave after all, and all fell down in the depths of the wilderness snow.

An old man with a stooped figure and white beard and hair wiped away the blood from his lips, and walked slowly towards the dilapidated Taoist temple.

His movements looked slow, like an octogenarian who had reached the end of his life.

But if you observe carefully for a while, you will find that he does not seem to exist in the dark wind and snow.

The old figure loomed, flickering.

It always disappears suddenly and reappears in another place without warning.

Every time he takes a trembling step, there will be a sudden gust of wind, covering a distance of at least several tens of feet.

But it didn't leave any traces in the snow, at most there were only a few extremely shallow footprints here and there.

And as the old man approached, the wind howled, sweeping the ice and snow.

In an instant, it broke through the darkness and landed in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple.

Boom!

The barely maintained hall collapsed at this moment.

Walls snapped, beams and columns snapped, roofs fell and crashed to the ground.

A large cloud of smoke and dust rose up, covering the six figures confronting each other inside.

boom!
The majestic aura has disappeared.

A somewhat distorted figure slowly raised his head, with a joyful smile on his face full of wrinkles and ravines.

"My dear grandson is right. In this kind of wilderness, the old man can still meet a martial arts master who has a sympathetic relationship with heaven and man."

"When you go back, whatever reward you want, I will follow you, my ancestor."

Young Master Hong tried his best to calm down the turbulent emotions, "The grandson doesn't need any rewards, as long as the ancestor is happy."

"You are a good boy, even if you are not much better than the eldest grandson of the eldest son, the ancestors remembered your name, and will definitely train you well in the future."

Young Master Hong's face flushed red, he knelt down and kowtowed heavily, "Grandson, thank you for your great love!"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, and sighed deeply, "When I was in the capital, I still needed to restrain myself. Now that I am in such a place of bitter cold, I can make up for the old man's consumption, and by the way, I can endure it for a few days." Year's Tooth Festival."

The cold wind howled and the snow fell.

The high smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

"Oh?"

The patriarch of the Hong family suddenly let out a sigh, and opened his eyes that had been closed just now.

He stared at the six figures standing silently among the ruined walls, his muddy eyes lit up little by little, and the relaxed and joyful smile on his face also quietly disappeared, replaced by a little doubt and seriousness.

"Two Qinglian masters, three sword masters."

"There is also this young man, even I, the old man, can't understand what is going on."

The ancestor of the Hong family kept moving his nose like a dead branch, and his puzzled and dignified expression gradually faded away, finally turning into crazy and distorted smiles.

"Three masters of martial arts and three masters of swordsmanship. It seems that this time the divine will came to the Nine Sacred Mountains, but it has attracted so many ghosts and monsters!"

Boom! ! !

At this moment, a thunder exploded.

Wei Tao's body was like lightning, and his punches were like mountains, hitting heavily on the lotus seals pushed out by Qinglian's left and right envoys.

boom!
The ground suddenly collapsed and a large hole was formed.

Qinglian made her legs sink deeply into it.

Wei Tao took advantage of his strength to jump high, narrowly dodging a sword light that bloomed quietly, and quickly fell towards the empty space on one side.

At this moment, two more sword lights illuminated the void.

Cross left and right, block front and back.

Completely blocked his whereabouts.

The patriarch of the Hong family narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a look of curiosity and anticipation in his pupils.

Swish!
Without any warning, the two sword beams fell into the air at the same time, sank into the ground without a sound, and instantly cut and tore a crisscross pitch-black crack.

"It turned out to be Master Lingming, this move is a bit interesting."

The patriarch of the Hong family chased after the ghostly figure, his gaze focused on Wei Tao's constantly changing wings, and a dazed expression flashed across his face.

"Looking at it this way, this young Lingming Grandmaster is alone, but to take him down, two Qinglian Grandmasters and three Sword Dao Grandmasters are required to join forces. The mentality is at its peak.”

"Since this is the case, the persimmon has to pick the soft one, so the old man will take him down first, and then concentrate on dealing with the remaining five people."

The patriarch of the Hong family moved with his mind and body, and suddenly stepped forward, and disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, he came to Wei Tao without warning.

He stretched out his skinny arm and grabbed it.

"The old thing courts death!"

Wei Tao's heart skipped a beat, he just felt that this grab seemed ordinary, but it completely blocked all his dodging space, there was no way to hide or retreat.

If that's the case, then don't hide or retreat.

Click!

The patriarch of the Hong family dropped his paw, but the place where he started was slippery.

He was slightly surprised, and looked at a long snake that suddenly wrapped around his arm.

"This is……"

"Isn't he the master of Lingming? Why did he suddenly have a snake-cultivating tail?"

The patriarch of the Hong family was slightly taken aback, then grabbed and stirred.

Click!

In an instant, the black scales shattered, and the skin was ripped apart.

With just a simple click, the snake's long tail was almost cut off in the middle.

boom!
Anger rose in Wei Tao's heart, but he turned abruptly with the help of the counter-shock.

It escaped from the surroundings of the ancestor of the Hong family as if shifting shape, and rushed towards a certain direction under the gust of howling wind.

Just because of the momentary trance, the patriarch of the Hong family lost the opportunity to continue to attack.

He stared at the figure that was out of control, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Huge wind pressure fell on his head, and Young Master Hong suddenly raised his head.

Before he recovered from the ecstasy, his consciousness suddenly went blank.

He wanted to turn his head and run away, but found that he couldn't even move his toes.

Just because Wei Tao had already grabbed his neck.

Bang!
Young Master Hong's frightened expression was frozen at this moment, and then he lost all consciousness.

Wei Tao casually threw away the headless corpse, and calmly looked at the ancestor of the Hong family who had just landed and stood upright.

"Old man, want to take advantage of the chaos and attack me?"

"Then break your roots first, and then kill your people!"

(End of this chapter)