Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 67 The real highlight is coming

Noticing the situation at the foot of the mountain, the Wudang elder's expression changed drastically.

He quickly used his Qinggong skills to rush towards the wounded.

When they learned that a large number of archers were climbing the mountain, the faces of the wounded around them all changed.

Fortunately, although these disciples from the six major sects were injured and could hardly continue fighting, they were still able to move.

Under the urging of the elders of various sects, a group of wounded soldiers endured their physical discomfort and walked towards the mountain.

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Continuing on the mountain climbing path, a system prompt message popped up in front of Shen Pingan.

Sensing the movement behind him, Shen Qingshan asked curiously, "Cousin, didn't you say you wouldn't interfere? Why are you alerting the people from the six major sects now?"

Listening to Shen Qingshan's question, Shen Pingan said calmly: "I didn't intervene before because this was a fight between the six major sects and the Ming Cult. It has nothing to do with us."

"But those people below are Yuan people brought by the Great Yuan Kingdom, not people from our Great Ming Kingdom."

"How the people of the Ming Dynasty want to fight is our own business, but facing the Yuan people is another matter."

Shen Qingshan nodded and said, "Indeed, in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, why should we allow the people of the Yuan Dynasty to act recklessly?"

Qu Feiyan looked puzzled and asked, "Since you didn't want the Yuan people to cause trouble in our territory, why did you just let Zhao Min and the others leave?"

Shen Pingan said softly: "If we don't let them leave, how can we know the purpose of their trip?"

"Once everything is clear, it won't be too late to take action when necessary."

As they were talking, several of them successfully climbed to the top of Guangmingding.

When they reached the top of the mountain, Shen Pingan and his companions looked up and saw that in the vast flat land of nearly a hundred feet in the back mountain, people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult were standing opposite each other.

Every disciple from the six major sects was covered in blood, making it difficult to tell whether the blood was from the enemy or their own.

Mo Shenggu, who had just stepped onto the top of the mountain, also brought Shen Qingfeng and other disciples to meet up with other Wudang people.

He glanced around, then moved with a few people to a reverse slope nearby that was blocked by huge rocks before slowly watching.

At this time, the people from the six major sects were only ten feet away from the Ming Cult.

It's just that both sides were fighting against each other, practicing qigong and regulating breathing to restore their physical strength and the true energy in their bodies, as if preparing for the final decisive battle.

But compared to the six major sects, the Ming Cult's group looked even more miserable.

Yang Xiao, who was in the first place, had blood on the corner of his mouth. Behind him, the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, Xiaoyao Wusanren and other masters of the Ming Cult also had pale faces and were seriously injured.

The situation is similar for the six major sects.

Whether it was Miejue who was injured by Shen Ping'an two days ago, or the leaders of Wudang, Kongtong, etc., all of them had chaotic breaths and were injured.

The number of disciples in the six major sects has decreased sharply.

Especially the Emei Sect and the Huashan Sword Sect, there are only more than a hundred disciples left.

Seeing this scene, Shen Qingshan asked, "This time when the six major sects besieged Guangmingding, Wudang and Northern Shaolin each brought 500 people, while the other four sects almost came out in full force, each bringing over a thousand disciples, a total of 5,000."

"As a result, at the end of the day, only about a thousand disciples were able to stand on the Bright Summit."

"Even if the Ming Cult is destroyed, except for the Wudang Sect and Northern Shaolin, the other four sects are also severely damaged. It will take at least ten years for them to recover."

Shen Pingan said softly: "You can't just look at one side of things."

"Be willing to give up, only by giving up can you gain. If you want to improve the foundation of your sect, you always have to pay a price."

"Even though the four sects including Emei have been severely damaged this time, if they can obtain a few earth-level martial arts or even the "Great Shift of the Universe" from the Ming Cult, combined with the wealth accumulated by the Ming Cult, it will be very beneficial to the Emei forces."

"At the same time, the dross will be eliminated and the essence will be retained. The character of the disciples who remain after this battle will definitely be improved because of this battle, which will bring great benefits."

"If successful, from a long-term perspective, the six major sects will only make money and not lose money."

After an incense stick of time, as both sides finished adjusting, on the Emei Sect side, Master Miejue looked into the distance, and her first focus was on an elegant man in a long robe from the Ming Cult.

It was Yang Xiao, the current leader of the Ming Cult, whose cultivation had reached the ninth level of the Guiyuan Realm.

Staring at Yang Xiao, hatred and ferocity suddenly appeared on Miejue's face.

After taking a few steps forward, Miejue said in a cold voice, "Yang Xiao, when you kidnapped my Emei disciples, I told you that I would make sure you die a miserable death. What do you have to say now?"

Facing Miejue's words, Yang Xiao sneered and said with disdain: "Miejue, you are just relying on the advantage of the Heavenly Sword in your hand."

"If it weren't for this, with your cultivation and strength at the first level of the Guiyuan Realm, you wouldn't be a match for me, not even the five scattered people behind me."

"If it weren't for the disappearance of our Sect Leader Yang, would you, the four second-rank forces of Emei, Kongtong, Huashan, and Kunlun, be qualified to stand here and speak so arrogantly?"

As he spoke, Yang Xiao took a deep breath to ease the pain that was constantly rising in his body, and then he looked around.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the monks of Northern Shaolin, with a chilling coldness in his eyes.

"This time, among the six major sects, including Wudang Sect, attacked my Ming Cult. I, Yang Xiao, am not surprised."

"But your Northern Shaolin is the only one that has the reputation of being the leader of the martial arts world. In reality, it's just a bunch of bald donkeys who use the name of justice to commit shameless and despicable acts." "No wonder the Wudang Sect, established less than a hundred years ago, has been able to surpass your Northern Shaolin in reputation."

Hearing the abuse from Yang Xiao, Master Kongwen, the abbot of Northern Shaolin who was leading the group this time, frowned.

As the true energy was stimulated, the sound echoed over the entire back mountain.

"The Ming Cult's brutal fighting has led them to the path of evil. In your hands, Yang Xiao, you have even more brutally harmed the surrounding civilians."

"You still dare to speak nonsense even now. You are truly stubborn and recalcitrant."

Facing what Kong Wen said, Yang Xiao looked at Kong Wen with a mocking look on his face.

This made Monk Kongwen's face even angrier.

Looking at Yang Xiao who was still as arrogant as ever, the coldness in Miejue's eyes became even more intense.

"Humph, you're still talking so much nonsense when you're about to die! From today on, I want the Ming Cult to disappear from the martial arts world!"

The leaders of Kongtong, Huashan and Kunlun sects also echoed the sentiment.

Only Song Yuanqiao and others from the Wudang Sect remained silent at this time.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao took a deep breath, and the true energy in his body slowly circulated, ready to go.

Feeling the fluctuations of true energy in Yang Xiao's body, the other members of the Ming Cult also gripped their weapons tightly, staring at the people from the six major sects opposite with red eyes.

"No!"

However, just as Miejue and others were about to take action, a loud shout suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a handsome man in his twenties suddenly jumped out from behind the Ming Cult. The fluctuations of true energy emanating from his body indicated that the man had reached the ninth level of the Tiangang Realm.

Song Yuanqiao, the leader of Wudang Sect, recognized the man's lightness skill at a glance. It turned out to be his unique Wudang lightness skill "Tiyunzong".

After noticing this, Song Yuanqiao looked carefully and found that there was a vague sense of familiarity between the brows of the man opposite him.

In the arena, seeing the cloth-clad man suddenly rushing out from the Ming Cult, He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, shouted, "Boy, who are you? How dare you stop my six major sects?"

In response to He Taichong's question, the man in the field hesitated for a moment before saying loudly, "Junior Zhang Wuji, I dare to ask all the seniors to stop."

"What, Zhang Wuji?"

"He is the son of Zhang Cuishan of the Wudang Sect?"

"Didn't they say he died from the Mysterious Netherworld Palm? How come he's still alive?"

Upon learning of Zhang Wuji's identity, Song Yuanqiao and others from the Wudang Sect's expressions changed, and then they quickly rushed towards Zhang Wuji.

Looking at Song Yuanqiao and others surrounding Zhang Wuji, the faces of the leaders of the Emei, Kongtong, Kunlun, Huashan Sword Sect and other sects gradually became gloomy, and the true energy in their bodies circulated, but they began to communicate secretly.

"What should we do? Zhang Wuji suddenly rushed out to protect the Ming Cult. How can we fight him?"

"The fighting has come to this point. We are only one step away from destroying the Ming Cult. Who the hell does Zhang Wuji think he is? How could he want us to stop?" After a day of fierce fighting, the Ming Cult was on the verge of being wiped out.

"That's right, only one out of ten of my disciples is still alive. Now the meat is right at our fingertips. If we stop now, won't we lose everything?"

"Many people from the Wudang Sect also died this time. If we stop just for Zhang Wuji, wouldn't the deaths of the other disciples be in vain? It's better not to..."

Just as the four of them reached a consensus quickly through Qi transmission, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the back mountain.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and when they saw the disciples from the six major sects climbing to the top of the mountain, Song Yuanqiao, Miejue and the others all froze in expression.

After quickly returning to Miejue and the others, Song Yuanqiao said, "Seventh Junior Brother, go see what's going on."

Following Song Yuanqiao's instructions, Mo Shenggu used the ladder to move towards the wounded.

A few dozen breaths later, Mo Shenggu, who had just returned, said anxiously, "Big Brother, it's bad! A large number of archers are heading up the mountain. Elder Yu and the others are worried about the danger, so they brought the injured disciples to the top of the mountain."

Song Yuanqiao's expression changed: "Archers, could they be reinforcements from the Ming Cult?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of Miejue, Kongwen and others also changed.

Song Yuanqiao said solemnly, "What should we do? Yang Xiao and the others are still able to fight, and it will be difficult for us to capture them in a short time. If we delay until the Ming Cult reinforcements arrive, they will attack us from both sides and put us in danger."

Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan Sword Sect, said urgently, "Why don't we retreat first? As long as we hold on to the green mountains, we won't be afraid of running out of firewood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mie Jue angrily said, "To flee without a fight is not the style of our prestigious and upright sect. In my opinion, it is better to burn our boats and take care of Yang Xiao and the others before the Ming Cult's reinforcements arrive."

"Boom~bang!"

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly emerged from the air.

When everyone heard the sound, they looked and saw a streak of light flying up into the air.

When a loud bang echoed, a dark red firework also exploded in the air, and then gathered into the word "Ling".

Looking at the eye-catching Chinese character "令" formed by fireworks in the sky, Shen Pingan, who was sitting on the reverse slope, knew that the real highlight was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)