Gao Qiang has excellent eyes and can see the characters clearly from a distance in the dark night.

But the figure of the man holding the Sword of Heaven was slim. He was obviously a woman, wearing a square hat and was much taller than an ordinary man. Under the moonlight, his two high-rise eyebrows were raised, his eyes were wide open, his lips were thin and thin, and his face was steaming. The one with this unique appearance was naturally the head of Emei, Master Mie Jue!

Below, the Tianying Sect and the Thick Earth Banners were buzzing and talking softly. Someone couldn't help but curse and went back in a mess. There were only Li Tianyuan, Yan Yuan and a few altar masters, and the fragrant master endured speechlessly and quietly watched the person coming.

Master Mie Jue slowly walked down from the sand hill with his hands holding the sword of the sky. He didn't see how her feet moved. He just stepped on the quicksand, standing there lightly without weight, down the sand, without any dew, without any trace of fireworks, but extremely fast.

If the sand is flowing normally, it is definitely not the reason why the sand is moving so quickly. The miracle seems to be slow and fast to perform light skills. Several disciples around followed closely. Only then did Gao Qiang see clearly that the light skills they performed were also the same skill of the qi miracle. The temperature was only 100,000 far away. Several disciples waved their robes slightly, and there were no traces under their feet. Some of the other disciples had less skills, and their shoes and socks were trapped in a few inches deep in the quicksand. However, if this skill was seen in the martial arts world, it would be a great skill. Gao Qiang could see it clearly and secretly estimated that these thirty or forty Emei disciples were probably elites in the Emei Sect. Each of them was not weak. Although there were few people, they were not weaker than the hard hands of the Tianshitang and the Thick Earth Flag of the Heavenly Eagle Sect.

Only then did everyone see clearly that there were dozens of Emei disciples behind Miejue. With female disciples as the crowd, there were seven or eight male disciples following behind. Most of these female disciples dressed as nuns, and a few of them dressed as girls. When they saw the female disciples who were following closely with the sword sheath of the Heavenly Sword beside Miejue, Gao Qiang's heart sank slightly. The woman looked beautiful and elegant, with a slim and thin figure. Although she had not seen her for several years, she was clearly the appearance of her sister Zhou Zhiruo! It was her frowning.

He looked bitter and seemed to be full of thought.

Li Tianyuan frowned. When he saw Master Mie Jue commanding only thirty or forty people, his brows slowly loosened. He said contemptuously: "Even with you, thirty or forty people, I want to pick my Guangmingding?"

When Yan Yuan heard him speak, why didn’t he know his meaning? Since Li Tianyuan brought out all the Guangming Pin, he naturally reminded Yan Yuan that everyone is a disciple under Ming Zun’s throne. Therefore, he should naturally work together when encountering this force.

Yan Yuan coughed and said, "The head of Emei, Master Miejue, the majesty of a good man! Will you compete with us with a sword of the Heavenly Sword?"

Miejue stood more than ten feet away, his body was as tall as a lonely pine, looking directly at everyone proudly. She ignored Li Tianyuan and Yan Yuan's words, ignored them, looked down at the four-foot green edge in her palm. But when the light flowed under the moonlight, a cold and cold air came to her face, and she felt a surge of passion in her heart. "Senior Brother..." Miejue's thought flashed. He slowly raised the Sword of the Heavenly Sword. He was higher than his head and moved his internal force, but when he heard the buzzing buzzing and the gentle dragon roar slowly rang, and gradually the sound turned high and sad. Under the moonlight, the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was heard far away, and I don't know how many people were shocked, but under the moonlight, the Sword of the Heavenly Sword gradually changed from hazy green light to dazzling red and white light! "Sword of the Heavenly Sword came out, and blood came back to the sheath! Kill the demons and slay the demons and eliminate the bandits."

Mie Jue Leng Sensen pronounced the words one by one. The disciples of the Emei Sect drew out their swords and recited four sentences loudly one by one. They were aroused by Mie Jue's words and were eager to try.

Gao Qiang and Zhang Wuji were shocked. They never expected that this nun would encourage morale so much. The Heavenly Sword is worthy of the title of Divine Sword. One sword is released, which is breathtaking, two sounds are released, which shocks people's souls, and three lights are released, which makes the world have no color.

Yan Yuan is worthy of being a veteran in the martial arts world. Although his kung fu is better than Zhang Wuji, he woke up from the soul-catching sword of the Heavenly Sword. He laughed loudly, and an internal force rushed straight from his dantian to his voice, laughing: "Don't let it go! Your thirty or forty people are not enough for me to plug two hundred soldiers into my teeth!"

Although Yan Yuan said a tough word, he was actually afraid of his own death. He was not afraid of his death, but was afraid that his brother would not be able to stop the sharp sword of the Heavenly Sword behind him, and the heavy casualties and injuries were absent from Guangmingding.

The two hundred heroic soldiers he mentioned were actually adding the Tianshitang people and the Dutu Banners of the Tianying Cult, and including forty or fifty dead people who fell to the ground and those who were seriously injured and unable to move, but everyone ignored what he said.

After Yan Yuan laughed so much, the other gangs were like hehe, haha, hehe, and he laughed. The two incense masters behind Yan Yuan stood up. They both had loud voices and had internal skills. The two deserts drew out swords and slashed each other, pounding each other, and sang in the clanging sound of iron tools. "The old nun of Emei is extinct."

"It's the best master in the world."

"But she is not the best in kung fu."

"The Sword of Heaven is the best."

"When it's all together, it's the best in the world, ahhhh...a master." "You have the Sword of the Heavenly Sword!"

"I have a celestial spirit cap!"

"The Sword of the Heavenly Sword is here to cut it."

"I'll knock it with the sky spirit cover!"

"That sword is so fucking powerful!"

"I lost my head but it was just a scar as big as a bowl!"

"What should I do!"

"I'll fight with you nun in eighteen years!"

"You must wait for me..."

The two incense masters "played and sang themselves" here. Later, the Tianshitang and the Hutu Banner began to cheer. They fought each other a while ago, fighting each other desperately. At this moment, facing the threat of the Emei Yitian Long Sword, they immediately hugged each other and cooperated with each other. You ridiculed me and laughed, and they immediately played the Emei Sect's "mouth" on their "mouth". The Mozi, who was not virtuous, specifically talked to the beautiful Emei disciples, and for a moment, they pressed the Heavenly Sword in their hearts and removed the heavy feeling.

Some people joked, some people prepared for war. Everyone was a veteran of revenge for a long time. Although they were not very skilled, they had rich experience. They rushed up while taking advantage of their blood. They were full of fighting spirit, red necks and naked eyes, and their arms were exposed at the top of their throats. They held the sword with their umbrella swords, slashing in the air, and wished they could rush up and slash and kill.

Master Mie Jue was silent. A middle-aged nun next to him strode forward, and used his internal strength to say coldly: "All the devils, don't you look back and look around you?"

Gao Qiang and Zhang Wuji had long noticed that there seemed to be a large group of people coming from left and right. At this time, after hearing the nun's words, they looked left and right, but saw a hundred people coming slowly on their left hand. When the moonlight shone, Gao Qiang saw clearly the appearance of the person coming.

Walking in the front was an old man with a tall crown and wide robe, his body straight and straight as a pine tree. He walked slowly in his eight-character steps and walked over one by one, as if he was slowly, but he shrank into an inch. He stepped over several feet in a few steps, and then stepped up without any fire.

Beside him was a white-haired woman. She was old, her waist was slightly bent and her wrinkled face was cold. She was full of indifference that was thousands of miles away, but as her eyes opened and closed, her eyes flashed and her feet moved slightly. She couldn't see how she raised her breath and raised her feet. The hem of her skirt moved slightly, and she followed the old man.

Behind the old man were four children, one handful of swords, one handful of long pianos, and two children. Due to vision problems, Gao Qiang could not see clearly what they were holding in their hands. Behind the four children were seventy or eight women in pink long skirts. These women were all forty or fifty years old, and the youngest was about thirty years old. They were all dressed as women. Behind them were disciples No. 20 or 30. Gao Qiang could see clearly that the Si Niang of Lightning Street and the Yellow-robed Taoist Xi Huazi were among them. The two people they met on the beach ten years ago. For ten years, their appearance was even older, but Xi Huazi, who was so hot-tempered, was also respectfully and with the team forward.

Behind these 20-30 people were young disciples in their thirties, about fifty or sixty. Gao Qiang secretly estimated in his heart: He Taichong, the head of Kunlun, Ban Shuxian and his wife, and seven or eight women behind him, well, they were wearing golden hairpins and rubbing rouge, and the women were dressed up. Could it be He Taichong's concubine?

By the way, although He Taichong was afraid of his wife, his concubines married one after another, and they were all the junior sisters of the past. Well, these seven or eight women are probably not weak. Looking at those disciples in their thirty years old, Kunlun has all the elites, both of them, middle and lower, old, middle and young, all have arrived. Could it be that He Taichong planned to "send" the neighbors in the bright land and enjoy this blessed land by himself?

Zhang Wuji suddenly said "ah", and Gao Qiang looked at him, but saw a woman pursing her lips tightly in the Kunlun abortion, and was walking forward by two female disciples from the Kunlun Sect on both sides. A female disciple of Kunlun was still hanging a black long sword around her waist.

Gao Qiang could see clearly that the woman was Yin Li. She looked like someone had lit the acupoints on her upper body, and her qi and blood were not smooth between her legs, so she could only barely walk. If she wanted to escape and hurt someone, it would never work.

Zhang Wuji and Gao Qiang looked at each other, and their eyebrows were full of sorrow. Gao Qiang thought, where could this little girl run? Why did she hit He Taichong's hand? Zhang Wuji thought, no matter what, she would have to rescue her cousin later!

Zhang Wuji nodded at Gao Qiang. Gao Qiang understood his intentions. After looking at Kunlun, he carefully looked at the Kunlun disciples on Yin Li's left and right sides, and turned to look again. But he saw that the Ming Cult's right hand was over ten feet away, and he was overwhelming with people.

The first one was five old men, with white hair, straw sandals, yellow gauze clothes, simple buns on their heads, and a blue wooden hairpin was tied up.

Among these five old men, there are those with big figures, those with short figures, those with tall and thin as bamboo poles, and even those with good figures, such as those of young men in their twenties and thirties, these are the Five Elders of Kongtong.

Except for knowing Tang Wenliang, Gao Qiang didn't know what the other four elders were named. The impression left in the book was not very deep, and he had long forgotten it, but he saw five old men in high spirits, each with their heads raised their chests and taking big steps.

But seeing the third person in the left hand, Gao Qiang thought to himself: This is Tang Wenliang, the cheap master of the leader of the Poyang Gang, Liu Qingfeng, who also met him ten years ago at the beach.

Behind the Five Elders of Kongtong, twenty or thirty disciples were in their forties or fifties, and were dressed simply and wearing thin-soled fast boots under their feet, but they looked much better than the Five Elders of Kongtong. Later on, they were mostly disciples in their thirty years old.

There were many people sent by Kongtong, and they were all over the place. Gao Qiang glanced over and knew that there were about a hundred people.

The disciples of Tianshitang and the Houtu Banner turned their heads and watched, and saw the situation clearly. Some of them scolded: "Damn, I set off fireworks and called someone to help the fist, but called three evil wolves!" This was true. Tianshitang set off the Sky Eagle Order Fireworks and the Thick Earth Flags and Thick Earth Flags. They never expected that they could not attract help, but attracted the people of the six sects. Now they have arrived at the three sects of Emei, Kunlun and Kongtong. These three sects are more masters, and there are fewer people in the Emei Sect, but Kunlun and Kongtong each have a hundred and ten people. If they really fight, they will not suffer any losses in number. There are also many strong hands in the three parties. Master Mie Jue who holds the Heavenly Sword will be left without anyone. If this battle is not fought, they will lose.

Yan Yuan and Li Tianyuan looked at each other, and there was so much regret in their eyes.

Yan Yuan stepped forward and said, "Li Bald Head, it seems that people are not good. I am going to return to my position today. Your bald head is all my slap in the ground with a poisonous palm..."

Li Tianyuan had a bad look, and Yan Yuan continued to say to himself, "I will give you a life today. Kunlun, Kongtong, and Emei each occupy a corner, and there is no one in the southeast corner. You took the brothers from Tianshitang quickly backed away. When you saw the other brothers of the Five Elements Flag, you said, "I, Fatty Yan, eat too much and can't climb quickly. The Lord General is incompetent and exhausted the three armies. I'm sorry to my brothers from the Thick Earth Flag."

Li Tianyuan's eyes flashed a few times, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Yuan's dirty fleshy hands and said, "I won't say anything else, the bullshits in the past are all written off."

He turned his head and shouted at his cousins ​​in Tianshi: "Listen, our feng shui is not going well today. The Feng Shui envoy of the Dutu Banner wants to break the road for us and let us live alone. Do you agree?" "Don't you agree!" "Why did these hole-punching mice break the road for us?" "When did our brothers in Tianshitang be cowards?"

"Okay!" Li Tianyuan's face was red, and even the bald man was lit up three or four points. He said excitedly: "We and the brothers of the Houtuqi will be side by side. Kill one of them, and kill two of them. If they can't kill anyone, they will also take the cushion before they die, okay?" "Okay!"

A group of men responded to the promise, and everyone present was full of energy and loud voices. As soon as the sound continued, the sound rolled and rolled, and it seemed like a hundred thousand thunders hit the plains, heading towards the four sides vigorously.

Yan Yuan laughed loudly, held the two-meter-long flag and waved it a few times. The wind was strong and the momentum was loud. Standing in front of the Thick Earth Banner, the short body did not shrink at all. He roared: "Life and Death Collect... Kill his mother!"
Chapter completed!