Chapter 672： Behind Wudang, the strong gathered

But in the face of this sharp sword, these mighty Supreme Buddha Lights are useless.

Tang Linglong's sword has already got the essence of Tai Xuan's thirteen swords.

This sword was as traceless as a white foal with a antelope hanging its horns. It passed through numerous defenses at an extremely delicate angle, pierced the monk's body, and then a sword penetrated his chest.

A blood arrow erupted from the insignificant monk's chest.

The monk fell to the ground on his back, died instantly, and shocked the others.

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After Tang Linglong hit with a hit, he immediately withdrew more than ten meters later, holding the **** sword, and yelled coldly: "Who dares to offend this is the end!"

"Dark girl, dare to hurt my loved ones, the poor monk and you endlessly!"

Seeing this, the dustless monk could not help but crack, the steel teeth were broken, the fire was furious, and the murderous sky rose.

The disciple who died was actually the son born to a nun after practicing happy zen.

He has taken him by his side in the name of his disciple over the years and loves him.

But now that Tang Linglong was killed by a sword, how could he bear it on the spot?

"Dark girl, you kill my disciple of the Nine Towers. Today, I will take your life!"

Bang!

An old man rushed out of the gate into the courtyard.

Next to him was a colorful tiger, more than three meters long, with white eyes and large mouths.

When everyone saw this, they were taken aback, and backed up, giving way.

This old man attacked the green cloth gown, but the shape was powerful, the breath was deep like a sea, and it was obviously strong.

"Gong Yile, the master of the Nine Towers!"

"It turned out to be him! According to legend, during the Republic of China, he was a close comrade in the traitor Wang Jingwei!"

"Don't talk nonsense! This person is amazing. In the Republic of China, he had a divine spirit cultivation. Now I am afraid that he has stepped into the top of the divine spirit!"

"Yes, did you see the old man behind him? That was his disciple, Wan Qili, the leader of the Bamboo Federation of the First Gang of Baodao Province!"

"Like the heads of the Hong Kong Island Yian On Society, He Lian Sheng and the Number Gang, all are disciples of the Nine Tower!"

Seeing this, someone exclaimed and moved.

During the period of the Republic of China, the Nine-Story Pagoda was an ace special organization of the Wang pseudo-government. It went hand-in-hand with Sun Yat-sen supporter Zhonghong Hongmen, Jiang Gong's Lanyi Society, and the Gang of Youth.

However, with the defeat of the Wang pseudo-government and the rise of Ye Tianren, sweeping Huaxia, the Nine-Story Pagoda collapsed, Gong Yile sadly left Huaxia.

For more than ten years, Gong Yile and the Nine Towers traveled to France, Britain and other places, survived in the cracks, and survived.

It was not until the death of Jiang Gong in the 1970s that the atmosphere in Baodao Province was relaxed, and they settled in Baodao Province.

After decades of painstaking management, the Nine Towers has already sprung up and re-emerged.

In Treasure Island, Macau, and Hong Kong Island, the Nine Towers secretly established and supported powerful associations such as the Bamboo Alliance Gang, the Four Sea Gang, and the Number Gang, with tens of thousands of disciples.

They played with black gold politics and were able to control the parliament, control the elections, and the height of the temples, which Gong Yile controlled.

In Treasure Island, Hong Kong Island, and Macau Special Administrative Region, Gong Yile is a terrible existence that covers the sky with one hand. In the international Chinese community, it is comparable to the Chinese community in Xingzhou.

Even Hong Kong ’s gambler He Hongchen, King of the Treasure Island, Hong Kong Island and Lian Sheng Gang, Mr. Hong, are rich and powerful nations and powerful people who met him and respected and acted as disciples.

"Fox Girl Fuxi!"

Gong Yile swayed violently, flicking his fingers, a green light condensed into a short knife, Tang Linglong shot, and turned towards lightning.

"Oh!"

In this regard, Tang Linglong was not polite. With a long sword wave, a sword curtain composed of sword lights came out in succession.

Snapped!

Qingguang's short knife collided with the sword curtain and collapsed together. Tang Linglong was shocked with blood, and stepped back a few steps.

"It is worthy of being Jiang Taichu's disciple, who can catch my air knife!

There was a look of admiration on Gong Yile's face.

Although he caught a stab, Tang Linglong was uncomfortable. He was so shocked that his mouth cracked and blood flowed.

But she was very hard, and she did not lose, neither humblely nor arrogantly:

"Gong Yile, I didn't kill your disciples, you don't want to spurt people!"

"Dare you touch me with one finger and try, my master will not let you go! It will destroy the gate of your nine-storied pagoda! My master is a half-step immortal and kills you like a chicken and a dog!"

"Dead girl, when you die, you dare to speak hard, you know, your master will never come!"

Surrounded by many outside students, Lin Menghan stepped into the courtyard and arrogantly sneered:

"Your grandpa is already in my hands! If you don't rush to give up your sword and concede, you will be arrested!"

"Lin Menghan, you do something to an 80-year-old man, do you want to nod?"

Tang Linglong's face turned wild. I saw Tang Guozhu being held by two Wudang disciples with a sword on his neck.

What made her even more sad was that Master didn't come, didn't she have any place in Master's heart?

But think again.

If Master comes, she may not be able to hold so many immortals, and she secretly sighs again.

"Huh, your master destroyed the Nie family and other three people in Jinling. I went to investigate, but he was repressed by his power. Why is it weak?"

Lin Menghan hated the sky and said:

"Now, I'm a knife, you're a fish! Little girl, you better recognize the reality!"

Her unusually full **** caused many male disciples to stare round and toes with pride:

auzw.com "Tang Linglong, you immediately give up your sword and concede, otherwise I will kill your grandpa!"

As soon as her voice fell, a Wudang disciple who had escorted Tang Guozhu stroked, and Tang Guozhu's neck immediately flowed with blood.

"You mean, you are shameless!"

Tang Linglong hated the sky.

But helplessly, she can only throw the sword to the ground.

"Linglong, run quickly, leave me alone!"

Seeing this, Tang Guozhu was astonished.

"Grandpa, I can't run! I run, what do you do?"

Tang Linglong said with tears.

Several Wudang disciples immediately stepped forward and tied them with handcuffs and ropes full of pattern.

"Despicable? What about? Just kill Jiang Taichu, that's enough!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Menghan was smug and sneered with disdain:

"In addition, I would like to thank you for killing several people in a row. In fact, many forces are not necessarily hostile to Jiang Taichu. But you killed them, I am afraid they will have to kill Jiang Taichu too!"

"I didn't kill anyone from beginning to end!"

Tang Linglong angrily said:

"Dirty and shameless people, if you want to kill me, then kill it. You don't need to find so many good reasons! Give your face gold!"

"Kill you, what do you have to kill? Our goal is Jiang Taichu!"

Lin Menghan held his sword in his arms and smiled proudly:

"This time the Wudang ancestors were compared, and the head said that they would pass on you, just to attract Jiang Taichu over and break him up!"

"But I didn't expect this son to be very cunning, even as a tortoise. But isn't it? If we don't come, we will chop your hands and feet a day until he comes to Wudang!"

"At that time, he was surrounded by a lot of enemies, and the gods and immortals appeared together, killing him without leaving a piece of armor!"

"What? I'll do it alone, you just kill me, don't hurt my master!"

Tang Linglong's complexion changed, her heart despairing.

I did not expect that the other party had long noticed everything, and the layout was so far-reaching.

According to rumors, Master's practice is now to reach half a step.

However, there are many strong men such as the King Kong Temple Dust Free Master, Wudang Zhangjiao Chen Anping, and the Nine-Story Pagoda Gong Yile. They are gods and half-step immortals.

"Stay down!"

Lin Menghan was too lazy to make nonsense, and with a wave of his hands, several disciples took Tang Linglong back to the mountain to send him over.

Suddenly, a rage sounded: "Stop! Disciples, Jiang Taichu, how dare you offend?"

I saw a young man wearing a Tsing Yi out of the crowd, drinking like an angry thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums, dizzy.

Behind him, there was also a middle-aged man who looked very ordinary, with no expression on his face and no mountains.

This is exactly Jiang Tian who turned into the image of Xiao Wei, but the average person naturally would not notice him.

"Who is this person?"

Many people stared at Zhang Qianlei and exclaimed.

"You, aren't you Tang Guozhu's guard? Why are you a master of martial arts?" Lin Menghan couldn't believe it.

"It turned out to be Zhang Qianlei, a heavenly master of the Republic of China! My old friend came, and I am so old-fashioned!"

Seeing this, Gong Yile moved slightly and hugged fist.

This person is like a waterfall, a star-shaped eyebrow, a magnificent device, and a mighty domineering. Who is not Zhang Qianlei?

"What? He is Zhang Qianlei!" Lin Menghan's face turned wild.

The Longshi Mountain Heavenly Master Sect was originally a semi-hermitist, but was suppressed because he had served as Jiang Gong's master. The inheritance of the Zongmen was almost cut off, and it has now been reduced to a scenic spot.

But in the Republic of China, Zhang Qianlei was the same figure as Chen Anping. How could she not be surprised?

"Lao Gong, you and Wang Jingwei are traitors, don't be close to Dao Ye!"

Zhang Qianlei dismissed and smiled:

"Hurry up and let the people go. Otherwise we will set foot on Wudang Houshan!"

"Chen Guzi rotten sesame seeds, don't mention it again!"

Gong Yile heard it, his face blushed and he was very angry.

Then Guangguang chilled, and Shen Shen asked, "Brother Lei, are you really going to make an appearance for Jiang Taichu today?"

"What is it?" Zhang Qianlei was tit-for-tat.

The dustless master snorted:

"Zhang Qianlei! Haven't you lost to Jiang Taichu? Why should you speak for him and be a running dog, nod?"

"I and the hero Jiang cherish the heroes, but after a tie, they shake hands and make peace. They are commensurate with their brothers. You do n’t know how to fart!"

Zhang Qianlei yelled, then raised his hand and pointed at Lin Menghan: "Smelly girl, don't let people go!"

Lin Menghan was originally afraid of Zhang Qianlei.

But she thinks that at this time in Wudang Dojo, with so many leaders, brothers and allies present, where does Zhang Qianlei dare to touch his finger?

"What dare you, dare to order me! I will not let go, what can you do!"

The princess Lin Menghan's temper broke out, a undulating breast, raised a jade white chin, and hummed proudly.

"Big chestless dog thing, I have endured you for a long time!"

Zhang Qianlei stared fiercely, raising his hand as a flash of lightning flashed towards Lin Menghan.