The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

A dilapidated temple thirty miles south of the capital.

A dozen Qingcheng disciples were guarding outside the door, and from time to time there were sounds of whipping and scolding from inside.

Lin Zhennan's hands were hung on the beams of the house, and two Qingcheng disciples beside him kept whipping him, his silk robe was torn and blood was oozing out.

Mrs. Lin had a rag stuffed in her mouth, tied up and thrown in the corner, her face full of pity.

Yu Canghai sat upright on a chair, drinking tea and said coldly:

"Lin Zhennan, hand over the Sword Manual of Exorcism as soon as possible, so that you can suffer less physical pain."

"Wishful thinking, Lin is not a coward."

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

This sentence was extremely harsh in Yu Canghai's ears, and he felt that Lin Zhennan was mocking him for handing over the Qingcheng secret book and begging for mercy from Yue Zhuoqun.

"Pah!"

He smashed the teacup and stood up angrily: "I think you are not willing to accept my toast and drink a forfeit."

Stepping forward, he grabbed Lin Zhennan's shoulders with both hands and twisted and pulled violently.

Crack~

The bone-breaking hand broke Lin Zhennan's arms in one go, causing his face to twist in pain.

"Ah~"

"Will you hand it over or not!"

"No!"

Crack~Crack~

"Will you hand it over or not!"

"Pah~"

"Ah~"

After a while, several major joints of Lin Zhennan's body were broken, and he was sweating all over from the pain. His eyes were dull, but he never gave in.

Boom!

The angry Yu Canghai slapped out with his palm, and half of the clay Buddha statue not far away was broken.

He gnashed his teeth in anger: "Asshole, how can there be such a hard-headed person like you in the world!"

"Master, do you want me to whip him a few hundred more times?" The two disciples couldn't help asking.

"Hmph, a stinking stone like him, I'm afraid he won't let go even if you beat him to death." Yu Canghai shouted angrily, he had seen through Lin Zhennan, this guy was a man who would rather die than surrender.

When he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Lin in the corner, his eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth rose:

"How could I forget that everyone has weaknesses.

Mrs. Lin is still charming and seductive at this age, which must be one of your weaknesses!"

"You...what do you want to do?" Lin Zhennan was anxious, his eyes wide open.

"Haha, I'm not interested in married women, but my group of disciples are all young men with blood, they may not be."

"Hehehe~"

The two disciples next to him immediately smiled obscenely.

Yu Canghai was right. The two men were really attracted to Madam Lin and looked at him expectantly.

"Go, take good care of Madam Lin."

"Thank you, Master!"

The two were overjoyed and rushed to Madam Lin impatiently.

"Bastard, Yu the Dwarf, Yu the Barbarian, come at me if you can. You are not a hero if you touch my wife!"

Lin Zhennan's eyes were about to burst, and he roared angrily.

Yu Canghai just smiled at him sinisterly, and didn't say a word at all, and turned to walk out of the temple.

"Yu the Dwarf, what kind of leader of a famous and upright sect are you? You are worse than pigs and dogs. You are not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the leader Yue.

Even if I, Lin Zhennan, die and go to hell, I will come back to seek revenge on you.

Asshole, let my wife go~"

Yu Canghai paused, his mouth twitched, and his eyes became colder: "Four more people will go in."

"Master, I'll do it!"

Immediately, four more disciples rushed into the temple.

Hiss~

The sound of torn robes was heard.

Puff!

Bang bang bang~

There was a noise, and then the inside returned to calm.

Yu Canghai, who was standing outside the door and listening, was stunned, and confusion flashed in his eyes.

This doesn't sound like the sound of taking care of people?

No!

He was startled and quickly turned around and rushed into the ruined temple.

I saw that the six Qingcheng disciples in the room had fallen down, each with an iron spike stuck in their throats, and they died with their eyes open.

Lin Zhennan and his wife had been rescued by a group of boys and girls, and were carrying them to climb over the back wall window to leave.

"Huashan disciples!"

Yu Canghai's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned around and ran away.

But when he saw that Yue Zhuoqun was not in the crowd, his tense spirit relaxed, and his eyebrows raised:

"You little bastards who are looking for death, you actually want to save people from me? I can't deal with Yue Buqun, but can't I deal with you!

Come and die!"

Boom!

New and old hatreds surged into his heart, and he waved his palm to slap the back of Yang Lin, who was walking at the end.

His son and four outstanding disciples all died in the hands of Yang Lin and his men. This palm did not leave any room for them, and he used murderous intent.

The heart-breaking palm power gushed out, and a gust of wind was raised in the temple, and the dead leaves and yellow grass scattered on the ground were flying.

Sensing this powerful palm power, Yang Lin and Mu Renqing turned around at the same time and waved their palms to meet it.

Bang!

Double palmsThe air was torn apart in an instant.

Yang Lin and Mu Renqing stepped back four or five steps, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

They were the strongest palmists among the Huashan disciples, and their Hunyuan Palm was powerful and domineering, but they were still no match for Yu Canghai.

Although Yu Canghai had no power to resist Yue Zhuoqun, he was a figure of the older generation after all, and it was more than enough to deal with them, the rising stars.

"Junior Brother Mu, Junior Sister Shuanghua, you two take Lin Biaotou and his wife away first, and the others will come with me to deal with Yu Canghai."

"Okay."

Mu Sang responded, and immediately carried Lin Zhennan, Cheng Shuanghua also supported Mrs. Lin, and jumped out of the back window to leave.

"You keep ruining my good deeds one after another, none of you will leave alive."

Yu Canghai roared and attacked with the Heart-breaking Palm again.

"Yu the Dwarf is stronger than us, don't fight him head-on, use swordsmanship."

Chichichi~

Six long swords flashed with cold light, surrounding Yu Canghai.

Yang Lin, Linghu Chong, Feng Xinghua, and Yue Lingshan used the Dugu Nine Swords to break Yu Canghai's moves.

Xia Xueyi and Mu Renqing used the Golden Snake Sword and Huashan Sword respectively, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Yu Canghai was frustrated to find that his own strength was obviously stronger than the six people, but he couldn't make an effective attack.

The opponent's martial arts were too disgusting. Not only did his sword moves break his palm techniques everywhere, but they also had the power of pulling and rebounding.

It was because he had deep internal strength and rich experience in fighting against enemies, otherwise he would have been injured by his own attacks long ago.

Clang!

In desperation, he could only draw out his own sword and use the Qingcheng Sword to fight the enemy.

Unfortunately, the situation did not change.

The more he fought, the more flustered and depressed he became, wishing he could spit out blood.

On the contrary, Yang Lin's six people had bright eyes and were getting more and more excited.

In the end, it became a battle of five people, one person approaching and fighting.

This was completely treating him as a whetstone.

"Damn it, how can the younger generation of Huashan disciples be so difficult?"

Yue Buqun's own martial arts were powerful, but how come his disciples were trained into freaks?

Compared with them, the Qingcheng disciples were nothing.

He had already seen clearly that if he continued to fight, he would fall into the hands of this group of younger generations, not to mention killing people for revenge.

He bit his gums hard, tried to take a sword, and quickly jumped out of the temple and fled far away.

But after running a dozen meters, he felt a gust of wind sweeping his back, and his body flew five or six meters away, rolling heavily on the ground.

Then the unbearable pain and itching spread all over his body, torturing him and rolling on the ground, his fingers scratching his skin frantically.

"Ah~ It's so itchy and painful~"