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Song Yuanqiao turned his sword and stabbed Zhang Sanfeng in the throat.

His sword was as fast as lightning.

The route pointed was about to cross Zhang Sanfeng's throat and point towards Yu Lianzhou's neck.

He actually wanted to kill his master and then his junior brother with one sword.

At the same time, many Wudang disciples drew their swords around.

The target of their swords is not their enemies, but their fellow disciples.

Some even pointed at their uncles and uncles.

Just a moment later, dozens of important figures from the Wudang Sect would be killed on the spot...

At this critical juncture that the Wudang Sect has not experienced in decades, Zhang Sanfeng faces an important choice.

He can choose to save people.

With his martial arts, the true energy bursts out of the body and can break the weapons of dozens of people at the same time and save dozens of disciples.

However, if he did that, he would not be able to avoid Chu Feng's palm, and he would not be able to escape death.

It's not like Zhang Sanfeng has never thought about such a situation.

Ordinarily, he should save his disciples and grandchildren regardless of his own life and death.

He has lived long enough.

120 years old is far beyond the life span of ordinary people.

Someone might have called him Old Immortal behind his back.

However, who would think that they live a long life?

What's more, if he dies, who in this huge Wudang can stop Chu Feng?

Isn't it a failure in the end?

And if he could block Chu Feng's palm and survive, he might be able to correct the chaos and kill the rebels.

Zhang Sanfeng's thoughts instantly became firm.

He decided not to care about his own life or death.

Because, if Yu Lianzhou dies, if those dozens of Wudang sect’s backbones die.

Even if Wudang survives at 1.5, it doesn't make much sense.

Without people, leaving only a name and a mountain gate, what's the point?

Zhang Sanfeng's hands drew two semicircles around his body.

The magic of Tai Chi finally comes into play

In an instant, a huge yin-yang fish appeared around him.

It rotated slowly, and the movements of everyone around it froze.

You can clearly see Song Yuanqiao's ferocious face, and the tip of the sword that flashes with cold light and does not waver at all.

In another moment, Zhang Sanfeng can knock all the swords away.

But at this time, Zhang Sanfeng's heart sank.

Chu Feng's palm had already pressed on his head.

Chapter 232 Wudang surrenders

As expected by Zhang Sanfeng, Chu Feng was not affected by his Tai Chi magic power driven by his innate Qi.

As expected, he is also an innate warrior, and his level is probably better than mine.

A look of relief appeared on Zhang Sanfeng's face, and all his strength was about to be released, even if he died, he would save his disciples.

But suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he was no longer in the main hall.

He looked at the endless white surroundings in surprise, as well as Chu Feng smiling at him in front of him, and couldn't help but be horrified.

"You, you have reached this point!"

Chu Feng smiled and said: "Yes, I have reached this point. So, are you willing to go with me?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at his hands in confusion.

His hands were still clenched.

But there is no sword in his hand.

With his martial arts skills, he still can't have a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart.

Therefore, he can't hurt anyone.

He raised his head and Chu Feng miraculously disappeared.

It's like nothing27 happened.

Obviously a moment ago, he saw Chu Feng's palm pressing on the top of Zhang Sanfeng's head.

The joy that he was about to succeed made him almost scream.

Who knows the next moment, Chu Feng disappeared.

The sword in his hand also disappeared.

Not only that, all the people he bribed and the weapons in their hands disappeared.

"Why?" Zhang Sanfeng asked puzzledly.

Song Yuanqiao suddenly laughed, a sad smile.

"Master, you don't understand why? Song Qingshu is dead, and he is my only son."

Zhang Sanfeng was a little stunned.

Song Yuanqiao's son deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, and he was shot to death on the spot.

Song Yuanqiao didn't express anything at first, but it turned out that he had always been worried about it.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, and the look in his eyes couldn't help but dim a bit.

On the top of the hall, Chu Feng stood with his hands behind his back.

Watching all the guests leave Wudang with sighs on their faces.

"Has everything been taken care of?" he asked suddenly.

Following his question, a figure appeared next to him.

With white hair and white beard, he is none other than Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng said: "It's taken care of."

Chu Feng asked: "Who was going to succeed the leader?"

"Song Yuanqiao."

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Sanfeng continued: "Although Song Qingshu died unjustly, I always feel that I owe him something. Now that I'm fine, I will spare his life. We owe nothing to each other."

Chu Feng smiled faintly: "Song Yuanqiao has lost all his martial arts skills and is imprisoned in Wudang. It doesn't seem much better than death."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "I can only do this."

Chu Feng looked into the distance and asked quietly: "What are you going to do in the future?"

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and bowed.

"Everyone in Wudang is willing to follow Master Chu and establish unparalleled achievements."

The corners of Chu Feng's mouth curled up slightly.

Wudang is indeed an obstacle, but there are many ways to remove obstacles.

Killing is always the last resort.

Daqimen is a strict and huge organization, its influence not only spreads all over the Central Plains, but also reaches far outside the customs.

Daqimen can exist today because of three good friends who have always shared life and death together.

These three people are Zhao Xiaofeng, Sikong Jian and Chen Changren.

They used their blood and sweat to create the banner gate, victory and glory.

They are life and death friends, not only can share adversity, but also can share wealth.

Therefore, there has never been any struggle for power between them. They only focus on supporting the weak and hoeing the strong.

But the tempers and personalities of the three of them are definitely three different types.

Sikong Jian is the oldest, has the mildest temper, and is a well-known wise man in the world.

He didn't like to quarrel with others in his life, and he didn't like to kill and shed blood.

Sikong Jian believed that no matter what happened, it could be solved with human wisdom, and there was no need to use a knife at all.

Although the disciples of Daqi Sect respect him very much, they don't necessarily really admire him.

These enthusiastic and passionate young people always thought that Sikong Jian was a bit hypocritical and cowardly in his actions.

They are full of ambitions, but they always fail to realize them.

Because Sikong Jian had already decided on the policy to deal with their powerful enemy Lei Tang.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

Never take action unless necessary?

700 If any of the disciples of Daqi Sect invade the territory of Lei Hall, they will be killed without mercy!

Chen Changren is a golden man who keeps his mouth shut no matter what happens!

Even his close confidants who have followed him for many years find it difficult to hear him say a word.

He always believed that everyone had the right to retain some privacy and would never allow anyone to interfere with his private affairs.

Chen Changren's wife died early, and his only daughter was sent to a distant place.

Now he not only has no relatives, but even few friends.

Chen Changren's loneliness and arrogance were known to the world, and no one could get close to him.

Therefore, among the three of them, the most beloved among the disciples of the Daqi Sect is the sect leader Zhao Xiaofeng.

When Zhao Xiaofeng was a boy, he rode horses across the rivers and lakes, relishing the grudges and drawing out his sword in the street, blood splattering every step of the way.

Although his temper has gradually softened now, he is still an upright and gentle person!

As long as you are truly his friend, even if you ask him to cut off his head and give it to you, he will not frown.

This kind of person is the typical hero in the minds of young people.

Chapter 233 The Powerful Thunderbolt

Zhao Xiaofeng is also the leader of Daqi Sect.

This time Wudang Zhang Sanfeng celebrated his 120th birthday, and he and Chen Changren came to celebrate his birthday.

Only Sikong Jian was left to sit at Daqi Gate.

Zhao Xiaofeng was sitting on a chair at this time.

Wearing a purple silk robe, he held in his hand a jade snuff bottle that he always loved.

His son Zhao Tiancheng knelt in front of him, with tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

Because his father, Zhao Xiaofeng, the famous Golden Dragon Swordsman among the three giants of Daqi Sect, lost his head.

Zhao Xiaofeng is not an ordinary person.

When he was less than 20 years old, he started to make his way into the world with his sword.

When he was 17 years old, he drew his sword and killed the Chang'an Tiger in Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.