Alienated Martial Arts

The north wind has become stronger since nightfall.

Passing low over the empty and uninhabited wilderness, there were howling ghosts and howling wolves.

Dark clouds hang 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 its top.

Dots of snowflakes fell with the wind, and soon it was like spreading a layer of fine salt on the ground.

After a while, the snow became heavier and heavier.

From scattered ice chips to heavy snow, the fine salt on the ground quickly accumulated into a thick white blanket, which was everywhere.

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

Two straight wheel marks were left behind.

The horses pulling the cart are not ordinary steeds, they look extremely splendid.

Even in the cold night when the wind was cutting like a knife and the ice and snow howled, he did not show any discomfort, as if he was taking an elegant walk on a sunny afternoon.

Soon the carriage climbed up a gentle slope.

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

Because it was still far away, only a vague outline of it could be seen.

In the empty and desolate wilderness, there are no human settlements around. It seems a bit strange to suddenly see such a building.

It even gives people an inexplicable eerie feeling.

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

The driver's expression remained calm, and his tone did not fluctuate at all when he spoke. He was as calm as eating and drinking.

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

A tall young man in brocade clothes got off the first carriage and came to the carriage behind, asking him a respectful question.

"Ancestor, do you want to go to the house in front to take shelter from the wind and snow?"

"Where are you now?"

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

He sounded frail and declining, like an old man on the verge of death.

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

"Then take a rest."

The old man in the car took a sip of tea and said, "We took the water route first, and then turned to the land route. We haven't really rested for such a long time. We must be exhausted because we are so tired."

"Being able to serve beside my ancestor makes my grandson happy every day and he doesn't feel tired at all."

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

"You little guy is good at making people happy."

The old man laughed, but then his voice deepened.

With a hint of memories and remembrance, he said, "I still remember the last time I came to Qizhou, it was already forty years ago.

At that time, I had just transformed from virtual reality to becoming a master of Yangji. When I was in high spirits, I met the masters of the Northern Wilderness in this land and fought with them one after another.

Thinking back on it now, it seems like it was yesterday, and the scenes are still clear before my eyes. "

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

Therefore, I did not have the opportunity to follow His Majesty Emperor Wu in his conquests in the east and west, and conquered the south and the north, and I did not see what it means to dominate a lifetime. It is a regret that lasts for a lifetime. "

The young man stood respectfully with his hands lowered, listening silently, with a warm and jade-like smile on his face from beginning to end.

It wasn't until the sounds in the car gradually fell silent that he said, "Ancestor, please wait a moment. My grandson will take people to clean out the house in front of him, and then I'll ask you to move over and have a rest."

The lone building appears to be a Taoist temple.

It also looks like an old clan ancestral hall.

I don’t know when it was built or why it was abandoned.

Except for the main hall, which is still intact, the other buildings have collapsed and turned into ruins.

The hall was empty, without any furnishings. 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 twisted under the light of the fire.

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

Beside the fire further inside, an old man sat motionless, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Several young men and women around him were silent, quietly eating the food in their hands, and occasionally casting vague disgusted glances at another bonfire.

One of the girls in white snorted coldly, put away the things in her hands and stood up.

The old man opened his eyes at this moment, "They are all miserable people, what can you do for them here?"

"Disciple just feels that they are too noisy, and the teacher is still injured. I am afraid that these people will affect your rest."

"Your mind is not calm, that's why you feel agitated."

The old man slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, "I think this is very good. Having such noise in the empty snowy night at least adds a bit of freshness."

The girl nodded and sat back down, sipping water without knowing what she was thinking.

Not far away, several men gathered around another fire, eating dry food and drinking wine while chatting endlessly.

Clothes covered with mud and snow were still baking nearby, and the various smells mixed together, suddenly becoming extremely complicated.

Although there was no good food and only the worst kind of soju went down his throat, the atmosphere was quite lively.

They all laughed happily and chatted happily.

He was so excited that he even sang a ditty with his tone-deaf voice, thinking about the new year's business through his drunkenness.

A man with a black face and a black beard took a sip of soju, took another bite of the dry and hard bread in his hand, patted the bag next to him and said, "When we save money by running a few more orders, we should also buy a few carriages." .

In that way, we can haul more goods, and we don't have to be like now, where we can only deal with a small area, and we don't dare to do long-distance business at all. "

Another person laughed and said, "Now that I heard that this great master of martial arts is taking care of me, let alone buying a carriage, it is more than enough to establish a real trading company!"

"Yes, now while other big businesses are hiding in the city and not coming out, this is a great opportunity for us to make money.

We have heard that martial arts masters hold up the scene, let alone a man-eating ghost monk, even if there are ten or eight of them, they are definitely no match. "

Immediately there was a chorus of echoes, and the atmosphere became even more exciting and jubilant.

At another fire, several young men and women looked disdainful at the same time, but because of the old man's previous reminder, no one said a word.

I just closed my eyes silently to rest my mind, and regarded these bragging words as passing clouds.

Everyone flattered him and turned around to propose a toast to Master Wen Martial Arts.

Master Wen was motionless, as if he was in a fuzzy state, but his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked out the door.

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

The sound of light footsteps came.

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

"Can my friends inside come in easily?"

Then, a gentle man's voice slowly sounded.

The man with a dark face and black beard 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, if there is any inconvenience in coming in.

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 house, there is no reason to drive people out. "

"That's it, thank you very much."

There was a soft squeaking sound.

The palace door was pushed open.

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

The hall fell silent for a while, with only the whistling of the wind lingering in my ears.

A young man wearing a hat and black robe came in.

He looked around, his eyes flashing, and a kind smile slowly appeared on his face, "I hope you don't mind the intrusion."

"You don't mind, I don't mind. Would you like to take a few sips of soju to warm yourself up?"

The dark-faced man waved his hand and took out a new, unopened wine bag from the bag behind him. "Although it's not a good wine, it's still hot and strong. It's perfect for driving away the cold in winter."

"Then thank you so much, brother."

He took off his bamboo hat and sat down next to the dark-faced man. He opened the wine bag and took a deep sniff, then fastened the stopper and tied it. "This wine smells too strong. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it, so I still drink it." It’s easy to carry it yourself.”

Martial Master Wen observed silently, an undetectable light flashed in the deepest part of his eyes, and he said as if unintentionally, "My surname is Wen, and our group of people are all hunters from the Nine Sacred Mountains. We got some fur herbs and ran businesses around them. Trafficking.

Where is my little brother from? Walking alone on a windy and snowy night, you must be careful of the dangers hidden in the dark. "

"My surname is Wei, and my last name is Tao. I come from a distant place in the north."

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

Master Wen sighed and said in a very low voice, "Haven't you heard that there have been man-eating ghost monks wandering around in the past few days?"

"oh?"

Wei Tao's eyes flashed, and he was more interested when he spoke again, "I heard before that he was a Buddhist monk who sneaked in from the Northern Wilderness. How come Senior Wen said that he became a ghost monk again?"

Martial Master Wen looked at those eyes that were like deep pools, and while putting dried meat into his mouth, he said slowly, "Little brother, you may not know yet, but that thing doesn't look like a living person, but a ghostly spirit." The dark demon."

"Ghostly, dark demon."

Wei Tao frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and said, "For Senior Wen to be able to say the words ghostly, it seems that the person who sneaked in is indeed not an ordinary monk..."

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

At the same time, all the hunters beside the fire fell silent, moved in unison, and turned their heads to look outside.

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

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

The night wind was cold and whining.

Through the almost rotten palace door, the firelight inside flickered brightly and dimly, changing into various shapes.

There were also sounds of talking and eating, which were lost in the wind.

In addition, there was a rather strange and complex smell that kept coming out of the cracks in the door. Even the wind and snow could not quickly dissipate it.

The young man stood quietly outside the door. The smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by indifference and alienation, as well as an arrogant and reserved look that radiated 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 just work hard and take care of things, drive away the people inside, and keep the fire."

The young man shook off the snowflakes on his brocade robe, with an obviously hesitant look on his face, "If they know the identity, it's easy to say anything. If anyone doesn't know the identity, I don't mind burying a few corpses in this broken Taoist temple, or I’m getting a snack ration for my ancestors.”

"My subordinate understands."

The old man took a few steps forward and opened the closed palace door.

"This place has been commandeered by the young master outside. I'll give you ten minutes to breathe. Hurry up and get away from me."

The cold wind rushed into the hall, and Steward Lao's face flickered, and his voice became colder and colder, "Why, looking at your looks, do you still want to use your sword in front of me and seek death?"

Deep in the hall, several young people subconsciously clenched their swords.

There was a hint of fear in their eyes, and the fingers holding the sword even turned white from exerting too much force.

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

It was like a fierce tiger breaking into the sheep pen without any warning. The momentum it exuded inadvertently made them tremble and unable to resist.

The old man took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and stood up with difficulty with the help of the male disciple beside him.

He glanced at Manager Lao, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, and then at Orion, who seemed to be confused and was still eating and drinking, chatting, and finally turned his attention to several of his disciples.

"If I wasn't injured..."

Thoughts flashed through the old man's mind, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough a few times, and a wisp of bright red blood appeared between his fingers.

He immediately calmed down, quietly wiped away the blood, and said in a louder voice, "Pack your things, let's leave now."

"Wei Daozi, what do you think?"

Next to another fire, I heard that the martial artist ate the last piece of dried meat in his hand, and when he spoke again, his voice suddenly became ethereal.

The expression is no longer as vivid as before, but stiff and wooden, like a puppet on strings.

"I'll use my eyes to see."

Wei Tao smiled again, "But looking at the martial arts master's expression and tone, he seemed a little unhappy.

So, you guys don’t plan to continue acting? "

Martial Master Wen had no expression on his face, "It would have been okay for us to cooperate with him for a while, but this person didn't understand that forgiveness and tolerance were a more correct choice than being exclusive.

It is said that the sea is open to all rivers and has tolerance, and only by drawing on the strengths of others can it be all-encompassing. "

While he was speaking, the dark-faced man sitting on the outermost floor had already stood up.

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

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

"Can't you just get out of here? You must force me to kill again and leave all your lives here."

"The thing he is holding in his hand can also be regarded as a three-foot green blade?

Even a piece of iron would be more frightening than this broken sword. "

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

Suddenly, a cold light suddenly lit up.

It's like the stars are upside down, the sun and the moon shine together, and even the burning bonfire loses its color in an instant.

"This is……"

"This dirty and shabby hunter turned out to be a great swordsman!"

"With a sword in hand, the master of swordsmanship has an innate advantage!"

Manager Lao's eyes froze.

His mind was instantly captured by this light.

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

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

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

In addition, he also saw other hunters, still eating dry food and wine by the fire, without even glancing at the door.

"Master, ancestor..."

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

Uh-huh!

The sword light suddenly appeared and then disappeared, and its speed was so fast that it seemed as if it had never appeared before.

Only the headless corpse standing still told what had just happened.

In the darkness, wind and snow, the young man exhaled a breath of white breath and walked towards the road blocked by broken bricks on one side. He carefully planned how to let the carriage pass here and stop directly in front of the temple.

It's best if you don't have to walk a single step, and you can go straight into the house as soon as you get out of the car.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he wanted to make his ancestor more attractive, being able to travel alone this time was the best opportunity.

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

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

What is really important is to clean up the house and remove the odor thoroughly, so that the old guy can rest more comfortably.

Click!

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from inside the hall.

Master Hong turned around suddenly and saw a round thing flying out of the hall, plopped down on the snow, and rolled forward for a distance before stopping.

The strong smell of blood penetrated his nostrils.

Young Master Hong's eyes focused on the face that was twisted with fear and hair, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly at this moment.

Manager Lao was actually killed directly.

Although he was just an old servant in the family, he also had a level of cultivation in the Mysterious Realm. However, he was beheaded and thrown out within less than ten breaths after he pushed the door open?

So, there are experts in it.

At least he is a master warrior who is transformed into a heavenly being.

It is very likely that he is also a swordsman master.

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

He was happy from the bottom of his heart, rather than pretending to be a pretentious person.

It’s good to have a master.

And the stronger the master, the better.

Perhaps this was because God felt his sincerity and gave him such a great gift.

In this case, there is no need to think hard about how to make the ancestor's life more comfortable on the road. Just letting him know that there is a master with unknown origins here is a great achievement.

As soon as he thought of this, Master Hong turned around and left without any hesitation or pause.

In the warm spring-like hall, the dark-faced man sat back on the ground, casually threw the rusty long sword next to the baggage, and showed a hollow and stiff smile, just like the bold and generous person he had just changed.

The old man who was leading his disciples away felt his scalp numb and his whole body was cold. He was frozen in place and motionless.

The mysterious martial artist who broke in was just gone?

In that flash of lightning just now, he only felt his eyes light up, and then everything was over?

So, this sloppy hunter who was almost offended by his disciple turned out to be a swordsman master! ?

Compared with the sword light just now, the swordsmanship he had practiced hard for decades was as ridiculous as a child's play.

"No, that's not right!"

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

Therefore, it is not one kendo master, but maybe three kendo masters!

Also, what kind of level would it be to be able to sit with three swordsman masters and have them respectfully call him Master Wenwu, as well as the long-bearded middle-aged man sitting behind Master Wenwu?

Thinking further, the young man in black robe who just came in not long ago is still sitting there upright. If he is not a fool who cannot see the situation clearly, it means that this person definitely has the corresponding level of strength.

It was just a ruined temple in the wilderness, but six martial arts masters might have gathered inside.

The old man's mouth opened and closed 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, whether he was crazy or the world was crazy.

"Teacher, teacher."

The female disciple in white beside him nervously grabbed the old man's sleeves, and it was only then that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Teacher, where did that man's head go?"

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

Everyone turned around and looked at the place where the sound came from.

Realizing that she had suddenly become the center of attention, the girl in white was stunned, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but cry.

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 moment and said in a gentle tone, "If the old gentleman wants to take them away, it is best to go faster to avoid unexpected things happening later."

Gudong!

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

Wei Tao watched the group of people go away, then turned to look at Master Wen Wu, "There was another person outside just now. Don't you plan to eradicate it?"

This time Master Wen did not respond.

Instead, the black-faced man spoke, "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 it that deserves your attention?"

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

The black-faced swordsman had no expression on his face and said straightforwardly, "But after meeting Wei Daozi tonight, the object of our attention has temporarily become you, Wei Daozi.

After all, she even said it herself, you are the strongest among the younger generation of the sect, 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 and ask after a while."

"Can't you tell me? Then forget it."

Wei Tao's eyes wandered back and forth among the few people, his expression becoming more and more confused, "The expressions in your eyes and the tone of your words all give me a very strange feeling.

And the weird threads in your body also remind me of a friend from long ago and that friend’s teacher. "

"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 want to say, and there's no need for you to ask any more."

Master Wen Wu raised his head at this moment and sneered in a very strange tone, "It turns out to be Bai Youyou, that little bitch. It's really unexpected. She is actually Wei Daozi's friend."

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

This martial arts master is at least at the level of Yinji Grandmaster, and may even be the Great Grandmaster of Yinji Yangsheng. With such a level of strength, he can be called a powerful leader, whether in the imperial sect or in the southern and northern wilderness. level person.

However, Master Wen Wu now felt very awkward to him.

Especially the look in his eyes when he raised his head and the tone of his sneer even made his scalp numb and gave him goosebumps.

Wei Tao was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked seriously, "Is the technique practiced by the martial arts master directly referring to the Sunflower Book of Incarnation of Heaven and Man?"

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

Lotus, Grandmaster, surname Wen.

Once the three elements are combined, the fog will be dispelled and the darkness will be illuminated.

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, "Master Wen Wu should actually be Qinglian Wen Zuo Shi."

Wen Yan said, "Wei Daozi was 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 serious, "Is the name Wen Zuo Shi meaning meaningless, or is it the same with your companions?"

Wen Yan slowly turned his head 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."

"The envoys of Qinglian and the three swordsmen of the Sword Pavilion."

Wei Tao lowered his eyes, "I have to say that you are very capable of hiding Qi and deceiving your senses. Even I was able to deceive you."

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

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

Wen Yan said calmly, "After seeing our strength, why didn't Wei Daozi look for an opportunity to leave, but kept sitting with us?"

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

"It's not easy to meet Daozi on the snowy night. Naturally, we can't let Daozi go away alone."

Wei Tao smiled gently and said, "That's it. Since it's difficult to leave, it's better to stay for now and have more time to observe what kind of secrets you are hiding."

The three great swordsmen on Qinglian's left and right spoke together and said, "As long as Wei Daozi can join us, he will naturally know what secrets we have."

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

Still the five people spoke together, "Wei Daozi's meeting with us tonight is the cause, and the corresponding result is the result of being united with us. As the saying goes, the cycle of cause and effect, one drink and one peck, has its own destiny."

Click!

Click, click, click! ! !

With this bonfire as the center, the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered inch by inch.

There were also dense spider webs spreading outwards, covering the entire hall in an instant.

Even the walls, beams, and roofs were covered with spider webs.

His breath suddenly stagnated.

The bonfire went out silently.

The entire Taoist temple suddenly fell into darkness and deathly silence.

The six figures remained motionless inside.

No one spoke, let alone took action.

It seemed that they had turned into six statues of gods, but their positions had been moved from the back wall to the center of the hall.

Click!

There was another soft sound, coming from the tiles on the roof.

The only well-preserved building in the Taoist temple was on the verge of collapse.

Buzz!

Under the bulging bundle, three rusty swords trembled spontaneously.

It flew into the hands of three swordsmen at the same time.

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

Boom!

Suddenly, a dull heartbeat overcame the sound of flowers and swords, echoing in the dark void.

Wei Tao held the Yuantai Fist Seal with both hands, and his aura continued to rise.

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

At this moment, several screams sounded from a distance.

The swordsman and several of his disciples who had just left were unable to leave after all, and they all fell deep in the snowy wilderness.

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

His movements looked slow, and he looked exactly like an old man who had reached the end of his life.

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

The old figure was looming, flickering in and out.

It always disappears suddenly and appears in another place without any warning.

Every time he took a trembling step, a strong wind would rise up, covering a distance of at least dozens of feet.

But it didn't leave any traces in the snow, only a few very shallow footprints at most.

As the old man approached, strong winds roared, sweeping away ice and snow.

In an instant, he broke through the darkness and arrived in front of the ruined Taoist temple.

Boom!

The main hall, which was barely maintained, collapsed at this moment.

Walls cracked, beams snapped, and roofs fell and clattered to the ground.

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

boom!

The majestic breath disappeared.

A somewhat twisted and hunched figure slowly raised his head, with a happy smile on his face full of wrinkles and grooves.

"My dear grandson is indeed right. In such a wilderness, I can actually meet a martial arts master who has a close relationship with heaven and man."

"Whatever reward you want when you go back, ancestor, I will support you."

Master Hong tried hard to calm down his turbulent emotions, "My grandson doesn't need any reward, as long as my ancestor is happy."

"You are a good boy, even compared to the eldest grandson of the eldest family. My ancestor has remembered your name and will definitely train you well in the future."

Master Hong's face turned red, and he knelt down and kowtowed heavily, "Thank you, grandson, for your great love!"

The old man slowly closed his eyes and sighed with emotion, "When I was in the capital, I still needed to restrain myself. Now that I have come to such a bitter and cold place, I can replenish my energy, and by the way, I can fight and endure it for several days." Year’s tooth festival.”

The cold wind howled and the snow fell heavily.

The smoke and dust rising high gradually dispersed.

"oh?"

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

He stared at the six figures standing silently among the ruins. His originally cloudy eyes lit up little by little, and the relaxed and joyful smile on his face quietly faded away, replaced by a little doubt and solemnity.

"Two Qinglian Grandmasters and three Kendo Grandmasters."

"And this young man, even I can't figure out what his background is."

The ancestor of the Hong family's nose kept twitching like a dead branch, and his confused and solemn expression gradually faded away, eventually turning into a crazy and twisted smile.

"Three martial arts masters, three swordsmanship masters, it seems that this time God's will came to the Nine Sacred Mountains, but it has attracted many ghosts and snake gods!"

Boom! ! !

At this moment, a thunder exploded.

Wei Tao's body was like lightning, and his fists came out like mountains, hitting the lotus seals pushed out simultaneously by Qinglian's left and right messengers.

boom!

The ground collapsed suddenly, leaving a large pit.

Qinglian's legs were deeply immersed in it.

Wei Tao used his strength to jump up high, narrowly avoiding 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, cover front and back.

Completely blocking his direction.

The ancestor of the Hong family narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of curiosity and expectation in his eyes.

Uh-huh!

Without any warning, the two sword beams fell into the sky at the same time, sinking into the ground silently, and instantly cut and tore out a criss-crossing black crack.

"It turns out to be Grandmaster Lingming. This move is quite interesting."

The ancestor of the Hong family chased the ghostly figure with his eyes, focusing on Wei Tao's wings that were constantly changing directions, and a slightly surprised expression flashed across his face.

"It seems that this young Grandmaster Lingming is alone, but to take him down, two Grandmasters of Qinglian and three Grandmasters of Swordsmanship need to join forces. They are simply trying their best to fight a lion against a rabbit. Mentality used to the extreme.”

"In this case, if Persimmon is going to be weak, I will take him down first, and then focus on dealing with the remaining five people."

The ancestor of the Hong family moved his mind and body as he pleased. Suddenly he took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

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

He stretched out his skinny arm and grabbed it.

"You old man is looking for death!"

Wei Tao's heart jumped suddenly. He felt that this grab seemed ordinary, but it completely blocked all his dodge space. There was no way to hide or retreat.

In this case, there is no hiding or retreating.

Click!

The ancestor of the Hong family dropped his claw, but it was all slippery where he started.

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

"This is……"

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

The ancestor of the Hong family was slightly startled, then grabbed and stirred.

Click!

In an instant, the black scales shattered, and the skin and flesh were torn apart.

With just a simple move, Xiu Snake's long tail was almost cut off at the waist.

boom!

Wei Tao's anger rose in his heart, but he also used the force of the counterattack to turn around.

It seemed to have transformed from the surroundings of the ancestor of the Hong family, carrying the howling wind, and coming in a certain direction.

Just because he was distracted for a moment, the ancestor of the Hong family lost the opportunity to continue taking action.

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

The huge wind pressure fell on his head, and Master Hong suddenly raised his head.

Before he could recover from the ecstasy, his consciousness suddenly went horribly blank.

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

Just because Wei Tao had already strangled his neck.

Bang!

Master Hong's horrified expression was fixed at this moment, and then he lost all consciousness.

Wei Tao threw away the headless body and looked calmly at the ancestor of the Hong family who had just landed and stood up straight.

"Old guy, want to take advantage of the chaos to sneak up on me?"

"Then cut off your roots first, and then kill your people!"