Being stabbed at the beginning! Summon the net to suppress the world

Hearing this, Hebi Weng suddenly picked up his crane-beaked pens without saying a word, and his body was as fast as lightning, wrapped in a sharp wind, and he attacked Fang Yufeng directly.

Fang Yufeng was caught off guard by the sudden attack.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly. When he reached the Grandmaster level, he could perceive his soul.

The Supreme Grandmaster can even attack with his mind and form "true meaning", so his mind is extremely sensitive.

In an instant, he drew out his long sword with his backhand and blocked it with all his strength in a hurry.

There was a loud "dang" sound, like a huge bell ringing, shaking the air around.

Where the internal energy of the two people intersected, the majestic internal energy was like a surging tide, surging and overflowing in all directions, and directly overturned the originally stable teahouse to the ground.

The Lingxiao Sect disciples who followed Fang Yufeng suffered even more. Those with lower cultivation were blown away like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and died on the spot; those with higher cultivation, seeing that the situation was not good, had the idea of ​​retreating and tried to take the opportunity to escape.

However, Lu Zhangke would not let them escape easily. He did not rush to help He Biweng besiege Fang Yufeng, but turned around and chased the fleeing disciples like a ghost.

The gap in strength between the two sides was too great. Lu Zhangke's deer-head short stick seemed to be a casual tap, and those disciples were like fragile porcelain, their heads instantly shattered, and blood splashed everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, there were only corpses lying in all directions, and the bloody smell spread.

"Brother, why are you still standing there? Come and help. This guy is a bit tricky. I can't handle him alone!" Hebi Weng saw Lu Zhangke finish dealing with those disciples and shouted anxiously.

"Don't worry, brother."

Lu Zhangke responded indifferently, but his feet did not slow down. While Fang Yufeng and Hebi Weng were fighting fiercely, he quietly went behind him.

He suddenly attacked, and the short stick in his hand wrapped with cold internal force pierced Fang Yufeng's back of the head.

Fang Yufeng sensed the fatal crisis behind him, and hurriedly turned around with a sword, barely blocking Lu Zhangke's insidious sneak attack.

"Two supreme grandmasters?"

He already knew that the two people in front of him were masters of the supreme grandmaster level.

His heart sank suddenly. He didn't expect that he would really encounter two supreme grandmasters to rob and kill them on this trip.

Could it be the Sixth Prince of Dajin's men? No, it shouldn't be. If I die, what will happen to the conflict between the court and the martial arts world?

"Who are you and why do you want to kill me?" Fang Yufeng asked with difficulty while performing the secret technique of Lingxiao Sect's top mental method "Lingxiao Zhenchuan" and trying his best to fight two people alone.

Now he is no longer as calm as before, and of course he is not afraid.

After all, although the two people on the opposite side are supreme grandmasters, if they join forces, he may not be their opponent.

But defeating a person is different from killing a person. It is easy to defeat a person, but it is extremely difficult to kill a person.

Because you only need to run away. It is difficult to catch without three or four strong men of the same level. This is Fang Yufeng's confidence.

Hebi Weng smiled coldly and shook his head: "Since you want to know, then let you be a ghost who knows.

Do you remember that forty-seven years ago, you led Lingxiao Sect and those so-called righteous martial arts in the Central Plains to destroy the Fang family.

But unfortunately, the Fang family did not die out, and the people left by the Fang family have done us two a favor.

So let us take your heads, I wonder what the answer is?"

"Impossible!" Fang Yufeng seemed to be touched by the reverse scale, his eyes widened, and he roared in disbelief: "At that time, I had clearly killed all the people in the Fang family, how could there be any remnants!"

Doesn't he remember? No, he remembered clearly that all the people in the Fang family had been killed; no one in the Fang family was spared, and he was sure that he had done it perfectly.

"Really? Think about it again?" Hebi Weng smiled coldly and stopped answering. He shook the two pens in his hands and attacked again like a storm.

Fang Yufeng swung the unparalleled sword in his hand fiercely. At this moment, he was not using the swordsmanship of Lingxiao Sect, but the unparalleled swordsmanship of their Fang family.

Then, he wanted to escape from the dense forests on both sides of the official road. As long as he entered the dense forest, even the supreme grandmaster would find it difficult to find him.

Seeing Fang Yufeng trying to escape, the two elders of Xuanming looked at each other and stopped procrastinating.

The two had cooperated for many years and naturally knew each other's thoughts.

The two shouted in unison, and their palms came out at the same time, and the powerful palm force rushed straight to Fang Yufeng.

Fang Yufeng noticed the surging palm wind behind him, and there was no way to avoid it. In desperation, he had to bite the bullet and turn around to slap a palm, trying to resist it with his internal force.

But soon,I only felt that the palm power of the two people opposite me was strong, like a tidal wave.

And the extremely cold internal force spread all over my body in an instant, and I felt cold to the bone, and I couldn't stand steadily, and I took several steps back...

The Xuanming Divine Palm was created by Baisun Taoist, and his two disciples got the true teachings.

The person who was hit will instantly feel cold to the bone, and a green five-finger palm print will appear on the surface of the body. The cold poison will quickly invade the body and spread along the meridians, causing the injured person to suffer.

If you are hit by the cold poison, it will be a bit troublesome to get rid of it.

After all, when Zhang Wuji was hit by the palm method, even if Zhang Sanfeng had Wudang Nine Yang Gong, he couldn't really dispel the cold poison.

Even in the later stage, the martial arts of the two Xuanming elders and even the Xuanming Divine Palm can still be ranked in the top ten in terms of strength.

At this moment, Fang Yufeng originally thought it was just an ordinary palm, and he was ready to escape immediately after resisting it.

However, he did not expect that all his meridians were corroded by the coldness, and the internal energy of his body seemed to be frozen.

Even his soul and thoughts seemed to be penetrated by this strong coldness, becoming slow and numb.

This palm method also carries true meaning.

In this state, Fang Yufeng certainly could not escape. The two elders Xuanming picked up the fallen Wushuang sword calmly, and with a flash of cold light, they cut off his head.

"Ninth on the list of the Great Jin Dynasty? The list is a bit watery, but it is a good sword." Lu Zhangke flicked the sword lightly, and the sword hummed, as if wailing.

"Take it back as a gift for His Highness." Hebi Weng thought for a while, leaned over to pick up Fang Yufeng's head, and tied it to the neck of his divine horse.

An old horse knows the way, and can find the way back.

Then, Hebi Weng used his blood-stained fingers to write sixteen large characters on a piece of white cloth: "The Fang family's evil spirits are here to claim our lives; Lingxiao will not spare any chickens or dogs!"

Then, he let the divine horse go.

The horse seemed to sense something ominous, neighed in fear, and ran wildly towards the Central Plains with its four hooves.

Fang Yufeng's face was quite recognizable. Those martial artists, no matter who saw this head, would surely tell the Lingxiao Sect about this news.

"It's time for us to get on the road." After doing these things, the two Xuanming elders headed towards the Central Plains.

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At this time, the leader of Lingxiao Sect and another great elder were in the hall. The two looked solemn. After looking at each other, the leader frowned slightly and spoke first:

"Junior brother, I don't know how a Wudang Mountain appeared in the Central Plains. It seems that the leader is also a supreme grandmaster.

If you want to get a share of this martial arts world, we have to think twice about annexing other sects."

"Wudang? I haven't heard of it before, but those Wudang disciples seem to be exorcising demons, and a demon head of a grandmaster has been killed.

I'm afraid These are true, maybe it is a hidden sect that came out of nowhere? Now that the world is in a big situation, they naturally want to get a piece of the pie.

It doesn't matter, he just appeared suddenly, and he has no accumulation.

When Junior Brother Fang comes back, we will unite the forces of the three sects, either to destroy him or try to get them to join our alliance.

Only in this way can we completely control the Central Plains.

In the next big change, we will be qualified to sit at the table. "

"Junior Brother is right, then do it, and immediately send someone to test Wudang and find out what they are up to.

If Wudang doesn't know what's good for them, don't blame us for being rude"