Chapter 47 Chapter 7 Raising Sword Intent

On November 13th, Chen Luomo, the leader of the Lingbi Sect, proposed to the Shaolin and Wudang factions after making an appointment to fight the four major villas. The Central Plains Wulin has been scattered for a long time, and they should elect a faction to take charge of the affairs as soon as possible, and order each faction to be the leader of the alliance. post. The words contained the intention that Lingbi Sect General wanted to dominate the martial arts in the Central Plains, and as soon as the word got out, there was an uproar immediately. On November 14th, apart from the Shaolin and Wudang sects, the heads of all decent sects gathered in Suzhou Liuyun Villa, the head of the four major villas, to discuss overnight.

November 15th, Suzhou Tiger Hill. As noon approached, Tiger Hill gradually became bustling. Many disciples from various factions came to help the crowd, and many idle martial arts people participated in the meeting. People of all colors lined up until the sword-testing stone under the stone of thousands of people. Behind the Stone of Thousand People is the Sword Pond. In the small pavilion next to the Sword Pond, Shaolin abbot Master Xuezhen and Wudang master Qiusheng Daochang have arrived and are sitting in the pavilion chatting.In the small pavilion, there are still people from the four major villas who have already arrived.

However, the Lingbi Sect, who was about to fight, still disappeared. The weather was not good, it was so gloomy that it seemed that it could rain at any time, and the already chilly autumn wind was blowing. A few bold hawkers saw that there was business here, so they took the opportunity to sell various goods around. A hawker with an umbrella was also selling umbrellas among the crowd. "Brother, show me your umbrella." A girl who just came up from the mountain stopped a peddler who was selling umbrellas while biting a roasted sweet potato. Seeing the business, the peddler hurried up to greet him, showing the umbrella he was holding in his arms: "Okay, look, girl."

The girl grabbed the sweet potato in one mouthful, picked it up quickly with both hands, and said something vaguely. When the peddler was stunned for a moment, she had already reached out and pulled out a light yellow umbrella, and opened it with a "crack". After biting off a big mouthful of sweet potato, the pumpkin fought back, leaving his mouth open, and shook his head: "The writing skills are too bad!" Only then did the peddler understand, and she said that sentence vaguely just now, as if to say: "The color is really vulgar..." It is not uncommon for picky customers to come across. The peddler smiled and held out three fingers: "Miss, I only bought 30 Wen for this umbrella. You want to bring it to Liuyufang for three taels of silver?" Compared with the sixteen-bone purple bamboo umbrella, it will be a bit worse..."

"I don't compare with that," the girl snorted softly, "The umbrellas that Liuyufang transports to the capital every year for three taels of silver are only half as good-looking as your umbrellas." The peddler heard that the girl's tone was too loud, and was about to make some jokes, when he saw her suddenly turn around, and smiled like a flower at the young man in green shirt who was standing behind her, who had been holding his hand all the time: "Brother Xiao, what do you want me to do?" Let's draw an umbrella!" Choked up, the peddler secretly rolled his eyes: You think this is something that everyone can draw!

Sure enough, the young man laughed, and said in a gentle voice, "I can't draw better than the painters in Liuyufang." "I don't care, anyway, I want you to draw it for me, let's draw a kite screen, beams and pillars by the way." Said casually, the girl rolled her big bright eyes and smiled very proudly, "I live in At my house, it will be fine after a month or two of painting!" The peddler was convinced: It's fine that this girl doesn't know how to be reserved, but she's so outspoken... She couldn't help but look up and down at that young man in Tsing Yi, who is so elegant and refined, it's a pity that she was kidnapped.

Amused by the girl's words, the young man shook his head: "You might as well ask me to draw a long scroll of mountains and rivers for you, then I will live in your house for a few years..." "Oh, the beams and pillars of the kite screen are used every day. What's the use of that long scroll other than taking it out every ten years or decades to present treasures to others? I don't ask you to draw that kind of dead thing. See how much I value you!" Hehehe said, the girl had raised the paper umbrella in her hand to cover his head, "It looks like it's going to rain, you're still sick, don't let it get wet again gone."

Her mouth was quicker, and in a blink of an eye, three small silver dollars of one tael were stuffed into the vendor's hand: "Let me tell you, your umbrella is not as shiny as the one made by Liuyufang, and the skeleton is much better than theirs. Those guys have a good reputation." Things that are not necessarily good!" Is this a compliment?Before the peddler could recover, the girl in pink and green didn't close the newly bought umbrella, just left shaking the paper umbrella painted with osmanthus.She took out the hand that was not holding the umbrella from the underarm of the young man in Tsing Yi, lowered her head and gnawed sweet potatoes from her hand.

The silver dollar in his hand was cool, and the peddler put the sweat-stained silver into his bag, thinking: Apart from being crazy, this girl is actually not bad... There were more and more people, and the hawkers soon disappeared. In the crowd that could only move towards Huqiu, there was an open pale yellow paper umbrella. Under the gazebo, on the edge of Huqiu boulder, there was a sudden commotion, because a young man in Tsing Yi suddenly stood on the empty boulder. Bowing and bowing to the surroundings, the young man smiled indifferently: "I dare you, I have an unfeeling request. I would like to take on the Lingbi Sect on behalf of the Four Great Villas. I wonder what you would like, seniors?"

This sentence is really a bit arrogant, not to mention that he is just a little-known junior in the world, even if he is a long-established knight, if he rashly intervenes in the affairs of other families, it will be considered disrespectful to the Four Great Villas. Then someone exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this Xiao Yuncong? He was the one who defeated Wen Yuxian and won the best sword in the world!" Smiling, he raised the Shengxie sword in his hand to his chest, and he smiled: "It's just a mere lack of talent." A white-clothed swordsman suddenly stood out from the boulder on Huqiu.

Like a shadow, he suddenly appeared on the boulder, looking down at the long black sword in his hand. He is not young anymore, but he is definitely not old either.His face was obviously covered with vicissitudes that could not be erased, but in his eyes, there was still a bright and innocent look like a young man. His expression was very indifferent, as if what he was holding in his hand was a weapon he had picked up just now, but because he was comfortable with it, he reluctantly used it, but in that extremely indifferent expression, there was something helpless The pain of speaking is like a wanderer who is wandering in the rivers and lakes. In the busy city, seeing the lover who lived and died in the past with his youngest son walking by, his eyes can no longer be taken away. "I heard that you defeated Wen Yuxian," the white-clothed swordsman spoke, and he finally raised his head to look at Xiao Huan in front of him. "It's just a trick to win." Xiao Huan smiled lightly. "One move is enough." Said lightly, the white-clothed swordsman held his long sword in front of his eyes, "I am Xia Chenxue of the Fengshan sect, I have always wanted to defeat Wen Yuxian, but since you have defeated Wen Yuxian , then I beat you, and it's the same." He spoke softly, and with his sigh-like coda, the jet-black long sword came to life, and the chapped ink blob like a dry branch covered the bright moon in an instant. The sword of Xia Chenxue, the head of the Fengshan Sect, is very fast. If you find out the weapon spectrum released by the good-for-nothing gangster, Xia Chenxue's book anger sword can at least be ranked in the top ten. He praised his swordsmanship, majestic and dangerous.However, the real reason why they threw out such compliments might be that they couldn't see Xia Chenxue's sword at all. Now this sword, which is so fast that it can't even catch the shadow, stabs straight at Xiao Huan. There is no change in a straight stab, and it seems that he is not hiding any tricks. Xia Chenxue is confident that he can do it at such a speed. Changing moves, or for such a sure-kill sword, there is no need to leave behind moves at all? No one knew, because when the sword stabbed in front of Xiao Huan, he was gently clamped by two fingers. Against the biting sword energy, he went up to meet the long sword. Those two pale and slender fingers, Clamped on the jet-black blade. Xia Chenxue nodded: "Very good." He drew the sword, a white light flashed in the air, but the black blade was still firmly held between Xiao Huan's fingers. It turns out that Xia Chenxue's sword is divided into two layers, and this layer of white blade is the true face of the book anger sword. The Book Anger Sword was originally narrower than ordinary swords. After the white blade came out of the black shell, it became narrower and longer, and its weight was much lighter. Xia Chenxue's sword posture changed accordingly. If his original sword posture was Qiqiao , Now it's weird, Bai Jian stabs out several moves suddenly, the continuous sword moves are as fast as a rain of swords. Xia Chenxue really brought the sharpness of the narrow sword to its peak. Every sword of his stabs from a direction that you can never imagine, but this sword and sword are extremely dangerous. An impenetrable sword net pressed towards Xiao Huan with the force of a thunderbolt. A few fluorescent lights flashed in the air, as if a firefly was leisurely flying by, and the sound of gold and spears colliding with the fluorescent lights was also very clear and sweet, the crisp sound disappeared, and the fluorescent light stopped, Xiao Huan smiled: "Jiangnan Book Anger really deserves its reputation. Master Xia's move is not too many, not too many, stabbing in twenty-eight directions." The twenty-eight stabs that were as urgent as a rainstorm were actually just one move. Xia Chenxue silently withdrew her sword, took a step back, and smiled, but her voice could not conceal her hoarseness: "It is true that only one move is enough. Mr. Xiao is superior, Xia is ashamed." After speaking, he turned around and left. He appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly. The crowd under the stone was silent. They didn't know whether they were shocked by the sudden sword wind, or because they hadn't recovered from the short but shocking fight just now. Slow but crisp applause sounded, "It's really wonderful." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man who walked slowly up the boulder from the gazebo, with a slightly thin face, but as he walked step by step, the noise in the venue actually stopped little by little until there was no sound. Qin Shiyue, the owner of Liuyun Villa in Suzhou, is the head of the four major villas in the south of the Yangtze River. There have always been rumors in the rivers and lakes that if the Four Great Villas are called the second in the palm, then no one will dare to be the first. The four major villas in the noble Jianghu have always been famous for their unique palm techniques, and Liuyun Villa owner Qin Shiyue's Panlong Liuyun Palm is the only sword technique regarded as the pinnacle of Jiangnan martial arts besides Wen Yuxian's. Worship of martial arts. Xiao Huan raised his hand and saluted casually but never perfunctorily, but the smile on his lips still did not fade away: "Villa Master Qin, I have admired your name for a long time." Qin Shiyue lowered his hands and stood in the middle of the boulder indifferently: "Since you want to act on behalf of the Four Great Villas, why don't you give it a try?" After finishing his indifferent sentence, a faint cloud of dust started to fly beside him.As if being blown by an invisible wind, the fallen leaves on the boulder began to move extremely slowly, and faster and faster, the fallen leaves moving with the wind split into ravines on the flat boulder, rotating and arranged. "Chicha", very subtle, a yellow leaf located between two adjacent gaps broke from the middle and was quickly drawn into the wind. The invisible stellar energy surged at this moment, and Qin Shiyue slowly slashed out with a palm, the moves were well-regulated and unremarkable. What came with his palm was an invisible and colorless cloud of smoke. The sky was covered in an instant, and in an instant, there was only this entangled and circling breath left, like a thick fog that blindfolded the eyes. A shuddering coercion came overwhelmingly, like a swimming dragon, whirling and approaching. The breath is getting thicker and more violent. This is the majesty of the gods. The pure-blooded beasts contained in the eternal sky come on the wind, whimpering violently, but whirling gently. That is the dragon. After passing through the place where the red sun was born and the place where the sun crow was destroyed, the scales gave birth to gold, and the five claws were like knives. The unfolded body is the cloud hanging from the sky. The wind became more and more fierce, and a piece of hair on the top of Xiao Huan's head that was blown out of the bun was rubbed into the whirlwind, and it was immediately crushed into powder. In just a split second, true energy pressed against Xiao Huan's brow, and the invisible wind that filled the world merged into one. At this moment, which was tens of millions of times shorter than a flash of lightning, Xiao Huan also slapped. A mediocre attack without the slightest opportunism, no matter what kind of moves, has no meaning at this moment. When the two palms pressed against each other, countless fallen leaves were finely crushed into powder. Amidst the violent intertwining of true energy, the green clothes were hunting for the wind, there was no retreat, only confrontation. They may not have fought for a long time, but everyone felt that it had been as long as a lifetime—a palm like lightning landed precisely on Qin Shiyue's palm, and Qin Shiyue, who stepped slightly wrong, kept retreating repeatedly. Shiyue has already stood on the edge of the Thousand People Stone. No matter what kind of competition it is, there is an unwritten rule that the side that is shot down below the stage is the loser. Without fighting back, Qin Shiyue just stood on the edge of the boulder, narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his hands, and never moved again. After a long time, he raised his hand and arched: "Ashamed." Almost at the same time, he let out a mouthful of stale air that he had held back for a long time.It was only then that everyone in the audience began to realize: The owner of Liuyun Villa... Qin Zhuang... has lost! Taking a few steps back, Xiao Huan also cupped his hands and smiled: "Accept." Qin Shiyue no longer looked at him, but turned to face the audience: "I am not as good as others, this battle will be Xiao Shaoxia on behalf of the Four Great Villas to face Lingbi Sect." He turned around and walked down the high platform, his gait was the same as before, slow and dignified, but there was a touch of loneliness in his slightly bowed back. In the crowd, there were slowly scattered exclamations.Although it has long been heard that a young man named Xiao Yuncong broke Wen Yuxian's swordsmanship, no one saw that thrilling battle at all, but today, it was indeed watched by countless people. Moon was defeated by this man. It's just that no matter how strong this young man is in martial arts, his defeat of Qin Shiyue in public like this is tantamount to greatly damaging the face of the Four Great Villas, so no matter whether he can replace the Four Great Villas to resist the Lingbi Sect, he will be Enemies of the Four Great Villas. What did he stand up for?Could it be that this young man who was amazing in the First World War was only for the momentary limelight? "Brother Xiao, that's great, you won..." Cang Cang screamed and wanted to rush up after watching for a long time in fear. Just before Xiao Huan came to the stage, he had already left her in the gazebo. Before he left, he smiled at her and said, "Wait for me here." Not long ago, at the branch forum of Lingbi Sect, he asked her to wait, but she listened to him and waited earnestly.When he finally came out, although he was still smiling faintly, his face was extremely pale. Thinking that there was nothing wrong with him, she went back to the inn with him, and when she went to find him the next morning, she saw him lying on the bed and coughing non-stop, with a strange blush in his snow-pale face.He couldn't eat anything that day, and he had to choke on a sip of water and spit it out, and he couldn't drink the pills, so scared that she almost cried.It wasn't until the next morning, after staying by his side for a day and a night, that he got better. He smiled and stroked the top of her head, telling her not to worry.Her eyes were red then. Now again, he obviously hasn't improved yet, but he still insists on meddling in these Jianghu affairs. "Oh, there is no sword." Suddenly a lazy voice rang in my ear, "Old Taoist priest, I still want to take a look at that rare and peerless sword." "Amitabha, the sword is the form, and the form is the phantom mist..." another equally lazy voice continued. Cang Cang turned his head, only to find that the two bearded martial arts elders sitting behind him, one in a neat Taoist robe and the other in cassock, were looking at the stone, looking very interested. Seeing Cang Cang looking back at them, the old Taoist priest with gray beard asked her slowly: "Little girl, do you know Wang Feng?" Just as he was about to shake his head, Cang Cang remembered... Wang Feng seemed to be the sword of Emperor Dawu.So nod.Then it dawned on me: Isn't that Brother Xiao's sword?Immediately looked vigilantly at the old Taoist priest who didn't know his origin.Immediately found that this old man is really familiar. The old Taoist continued to speak leisurely: "Then do you know what is the only thing that can restrain Wang Feng?" Cang Cang frowned: "What?" "It's another sword," the old Taoist shook his head leisurely, "Of course it's another sword." Before he finished speaking, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed.Cang Cang grabbed them tightly with each hand, and lowered his voice: "I remembered who you are! Wudang Daoist Qiusheng, Shaolin Master Xuezhen... How many court offerings do you Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple eat every year? ?” "Ah? What?" Daoist Qiu Sheng began to play dumb. "Amitabha, Shaolin Temple has received a lot of national grace, I am really ashamed, ashamed." Master Xuezhen is not bad. "Don't talk to me!" Cang Cang didn't give in at all, "After eating the offering, you have to do things for the court. Now I order you two... Hurry up and help Brother Xiao!" "What help?" Qiu Sheng said, looking at her unhurriedly. "Of course it is..." Ask knowingly!Cang Cang glanced left and right, and lowered his voice again, "I tell you, I know you know, and you don't pretend you don't know, this is escort!" "Oh? What driver? Is there a driver here?" Qiu Shengdao squinted his eyes, his expression remained the same. "That's right, that's right..." After stammering twice, Cang Cang was suddenly discouraged—she understood, understood that the reason why he would show up in public, regardless of the fact that he hadn't recuperated, he must have his own reasons for coming here. I didn't try to persuade him, and accompanied him happily all the way here, as if I was looking forward to watching this excitement.Only she knew, the moment she turned to leave him, she felt sour in her heart. "Don't worry," Qiu Sheng looked at her, and there seemed to be some comfort in his lazy voice, "Things that can restrain Wang Feng will not appear today." "Really? Don't lie to me!" Cang Cang regained his spirit immediately after his dejected aura was swept away, "If brother Xiao is in any danger, if you two dare to go up and save someone, I'll kick you out!" It may be the first time that Degao, who has respected Wudang master and Shaolin master for many years, has heard of such a threat. Another tall, straight and unrestrained white figure appeared on the stage.Slowly approaching the center of the boulder, the man raised his hand and drew his saber, neatly. The young man in white in front of him looked over quietly, there was no wave on his handsome face.The long knife in his hand was pointing forward. This is Xu Lai. There was silence in the audience, when did Xu Lai arrive, and when did he jump onto the stage, no one noticed. They came to share the same hatred and prepare to fight the Lingbi Sect, but they didn't even know where the enemy was. Xiao Huan smiled, and clasped Wang Feng at the bottom of his sleeve with his fingers. This is where the real battle begins. Under the gaze of the heroes, the young man in white said coldly, "Our leader said the day before yesterday that my leader will lead the martial arts. You must have understood, and you are willing to bow your head and obey orders?" The haughty gaze swept the audience. The cold autumn wind blew his white clothes, and between the left sleeves that were stretched out against the wind, there were rich golden patterns stacked and criss-crossed, enclosing the upper half of the skirt on the left side, a brilliant tomorrow. There is no pure white gown that is always creased a little, and there is no lazy smile hanging between the eyebrows.Xu Lai, the left hall master of the Guangming Holy Church of Lingbi Sect, looked away. There was dead silence on the suffocating Huqiu Mountain. Xu Lai raised his head slightly. He slowly stroked the silver long knife in his hand with his fingertips. Chongyi: "You are Xiao Yuncong, right? You are fighting against the Four Great Villas today. Let me ask you, are you willing to submit to our sect?" Not long after, a calm and gentle voice sounded from the opposite side: "What will happen if I say I don't want to?" "No way." Xu Lai raised his eyebrows, and the murderous look in his long and narrow eyes suddenly increased, "Those who don't want to submit, kill!" After uttering the last word, the long knife in his hand swung in a semicircle, and the mirror-like blade stretched out, silver as bright as the moon. This is Xu Lai's knife, the magnificent Shu Liu silver knife that swept across the eighteen villages in the Guandong, and suddenly came wrapped in that shocking silver flower. The cyan streamer leaked from the cuff, like a tear, intersecting with the powerful blade. Do your best, fight to the death. Without the slightest pause or hesitation, the silver sharp knife drew a second dazzling arc. The dust was flying, and the sword energy was flying. He couldn't tell who it was, what kind of moves he made, and he couldn't even see the flashing light, which one was the bright silver light, and which one was that Wen Dun's blue light. The crowd didn't know who it was, and they took two steps back as if waking up from a dream, bumping into the chest of the person behind them. No one went to criticize, and no one turned around to laugh at him, laughing at how scared this person was when he was watching a martial arts competition. All the people just remained silent, looking at the two people on the high stone, fighting with all their might. Handing the sword, twisting the body, staggering, dancing, catching, flying, chopping, stabbing... Every movement, singular harmony.Every time the strong wind scatters, the waves are like the sea. It's like the big waves of the same sea, one wave is higher than the other, you think this is the limit, but there is always a higher wave, roaring and rushing, unable to stop. Xu Lai was actually not considered a top expert. Even though his knife was intoxicating, it was always too lazy. Every time Shu Liuyin made a move, he seemed a little careless.Therefore, his sword is not even among the top 30 in the list of swords and swords compiled by good martial arts people. However, today, almost everyone thought of Shu Liuyindao in a panic, and he hadn't been defeated yet. It's just such a knife that is always pushed out by the master lazily. Except for a few times when it was besieged, in every casual confrontation, it has never been defeated. No matter whether the opponent is a hero who has been famous for many years, or a famous rookie who is famous outside. This seemed to be the first time that the always lazy silver light began to wreak havoc and danced fiercely. This life is not in vain - I don't know how many people have this word in their hearts at the same time. It is enough to see this scene of peerless elegance only once in a lifetime. "Xu Lai?" Seemingly hoarse, Cang Cang frowned as he murmured the name. He should be Xiao Huan's friend, right?Cang Cang remembered that when he bumped into the two of them in the pharmacy, this handsome young man in white was joking with Xiao Huan.While constantly satirizing Xiao Huan for being afraid of suffering, he snatched the medicine bag and held it in his hand, as if a few bags of medicine would crush a person. Obviously a friend who cares so much, but why are swords facing each other suddenly today?She can't understand. "Wang Feng." From the seat on one side, Qiu Shengdao said softly. "It's Wang Feng." Master Xuezhen sat up straight at some point, and looked at Shi Shang with a serious expression, "I thought that I would never see Wang Feng again in this lifetime." "Blade of the king, surrender from all over the world..." Slowly speaking, Qiu Sheng said with long eyes, as if looking far away, "So that's how it is." A dripping line of blood splashed from the shadows of the fighting figures, like falling plum blossoms, pouring down on the white clothes. The sword light and sword shadow no longer moved.In front of Xu Lai's chest, a hand was lightly placed on his pulse.There was a bright silver blade on the palm of his hand, and the bright red blood slid down his wrist and slender fingers drop by drop, and landed on Xu Lai's white clothes. It was a sword that should have pierced the heart. In the battle, Xu Lai always missed a step, and was crushed by the oncoming blue sword light, unable to recover. In an instant, the long sword that stabbed at Xu Lai was swiftly retracted into his sleeve, and his long sword was able to be swung out. Instead of blocking the stabbing cold blade, it pierced a pressed palm. Almost no one would do this in such a fierce battle, it is simply nonsense - if the long knife did not come to the chest to protect, but to fight hard to injure both sides, then the person who was pierced through the chest would be Will be replaced by him without a doubt. This is a gamble with one's own life—a bet that the fight can be ended without injuring the opponent. Stretching out his left hand and touching the acupuncture points around the wound on his right hand, Xiao Huan pulled his hand out of Xu Lai's knife. The wound pierced by the thin knife was not big, but deep, and the blood gushed out faster. He clasped his fists: " Hall Master Xu, please tell your leader that Xiao Mou is unwilling to join, and the Central Plains Wulin will not admit defeat either." The small voice, gentle and firm, was sent far away by the rising autumn wind. The martial arts practitioners who were shocked by this storm of swords and swords just woke up. Immediately, some high-ranking guests raised their weapons and echoed loudly: "That's right! I swear to the death!" "Sworn to death!" "Lingbi Sect is too deceptive!" "If you have the ability, fight to the death!" "Death will not submit!" The scattered shouts gradually merged into one, and finally, the entire Tiger Hill echoed with encouraging slogans. With a loud cry, Xu Lai shook off the blood droplets on the silver knife with his backhand, and sneered: "What a bunch of arrogant people, talking nonsense here!" Turning back the long knife, he said calmly: "It's just that I can't make these arrogant people shut up." Before he finished speaking, he reversed his hand and stabbed the snow-white blade into his left shoulder. The thin sharp knife, with a sharp blade sunk in most of it, has a bright red color, and bleeds out from under the white cloth very quickly. With the drawing of the silver knife, blood splashed, half of Xu Lai's white clothes were stained red. Long eyebrows raised, Xu Lai smiled: "I lost." Turning around chicly, dressed in blood-stained white clothes, flying still. There was deathly silence again, and the anger gradually subsided on Huqiu Mountain. All eyes were on the young man in Tsing Yi who stayed on the Thousand Persons Stone. He just stood there silently, neither speaking nor moving.The bright red blood flowed down his fingertips, slowly falling drop by drop onto the flat and smooth stone surface, staining it into one piece. One moment, this person was still an unknown pawn who suddenly appeared, but the next moment, he became a knight who alone defended against the head of the Demon Cult. Such a quick transition is unprepared. What should they do?Just like the slogan he yelled just now, rushing forward to fight to the death with Lingbi Sect?But the catastrophe of extinction has clearly not rushed to the front. In the awkward silence, a pale green figure suddenly rushed out of the gazebo. "Brother Xiao!" The girl yelled anxiously, not intending to hide the worry in her heart, nor did she intend to avoid countless gazes. She rushed straight to the empty stone heart, and in the eyes of everyone, she held his injured arm and hugged his body. Immediately afterwards, she turned her head and yelled at the people under the stone, with tears still in her eyes that had not been wiped away: "Are you all idiots? Just watching Brother Xiao work hard for you, you plan to rely on him alone to block it for you!" Lingbi religion?" With some immature crisp voices, it reverberated. Someone clenched the weapon in their hands—no matter who that person was or what he had done, what was at stake now was the situation in Jianghu, and that person blocked the first wave of bloody storm for them. A white ribbon shot out of the air, like a straight dragon, crossing the sky above the Thousand People Rock. The ribbons shot out one by one, like a white firework exploding from one corner. The ribbon fell into the hand, and four light green figures floated on the Thousand Persons Stone, and the interconnected white ribbons instantly formed a white belt net on the stone. "Xiao Yuncong," the wind blew up the light green gauze shirt of Wu Wushui, the chief protector of Lingbi Sect, "You hurt the head of this church, and you still want to get out of your body?" On Huqiu Mountain, Lingbi Sect disciples in green shirts and white clothes poured in, without making a sound, just like the approaching dark clouds in the sky.