Songshan!

This is one of the five mountains, with steep peaks and rugged rocks, and is even more famous in the martial arts world.

This is all because of the Shaolin Temple on Shaoshi Mountain! I have always held the Cow Ear in the Central Plains martial arts world, which is a myth that will never fall for a thousand years!

However, for decades, the Songshan Sect in Taishi has emerged with a strange peak. The head of the sect, Zuo Lengchan, has joined forces with the Five Mountains Sword Sect to become the leader. The Thirteen Taibao of Songshan is also the wings, and its reputation is growing. Although it is still not as good as Shaolin's thousand-year-old heritage, it is also gradually strife.

In particular, Zuo Lengchan is a hero of a generation who is urgently planning the Five Mountains and secting the matter. Once this plan is successful, even Shaolin Wudang will not be able to compete!

Unfortunately, Zuo Lengchan’s plan to dominate the martial arts world is doomed to fail, and he doesn’t even know the reason for the failure, just because a person he has never provoked has paid attention to him!

However, this has been the case in the world since ancient times. The strong prey on the weak will win, and the success of the king will defeat the enemy!

"Is this Taishi Mountain? Speaking of which, I went directly to Shaoshi several times when I went to Songshan. There are really few peaks around me that are rarely taken into consideration..."

Fang Ming walked up with his hands and came directly to the gate of Songshan Sect.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Two disciples of the Songshan Sect immediately came up with the arrogant and arrogant arrogance on their faces.

"That's a problem!"

When the two disciples were stunned, they were immediately angry! Anger like a prairie fire!

Since Zuo Lengchan took office as the head of the sect and then the Thirteenth Taibao has been rampant, there are no more people in the martial arts world who dare to come to Songshan to provoke!

"You're looking for death!"

Two long swords stabbed from the left and right. The tip of the sword was extremely sharp, but the sides were very dull and there was almost no sharp edge. This was the standard long sword for the Songshan Sect.

These two disciples were angry at this time, with their hands sinking and their swords steady, quick and vicious. They can also be considered a master in the world!

"Okay! Zuo Lengchan has accumulated decades of hard work, and it's really good!"

Fang Ming grabbed and threw his hands, and the two disciples flew up and fell outside the Wanzhang Mountain Road next to him. The screams were rippling back and forth, shrill and thrilling!

"Someone breaks into the mountains!"

This shrill scream was an excellent signal, and several low-level disciples of the Songshan Sect shouted loudly.

"To be a pawn, you must have the awareness of a pawn!"

Fang Ming slapped his palms continuously, and the wind whistled, and the other disciples of Songshan fell to the ground and twitched, and blood was even gushing out of their mouths. Obviously, they were seriously injured. They would be rare like ordinary people in the future, and they would no longer have the force to move rampantly.

Fang Ming continued to move forward, and a blood path behind him followed the mountain gate. It was the blood shed from the disciples of Songshan Mountain!

"Who! How dare you break into Songshan?"

Halfway through the way, two light shouts rang!

At the same time, a silver-white sword light and whip shadow roared, and the sword light twisted back and forth, with nine curves and eighteen plates, whip shadows everywhere, and strong wind blew, all of which were first-class experts in the world!

"Well, the Thirteenth Taibao of Songshan, it turns out that they are all here! It saves me from searching everywhere!"

As Fang Ming laughed, his fingers were like a sword, and a sword light shot directly into the sword shadow of the whip shadow in the sky. Countless sword shadows in the void collapsed at once. Under this sword, it melted like snow met the scorching sun, revealing the horrified face of a master of the Songshan Sect behind him.

"What's the use of so many fancy ones?"

Under a sword, the sword shadows in the sky were broken. The sneak attacker of Songshan shouted, and a small hole was broken by the sword energy on his forehead. He fell to the ground with anger and died with his eyes closed!

"You... you actually killed Senior Brother Zhong?"

The master who used the whip next to him shouted.

"If you kill me, kill me, what do you do to me?" Fang Ming slapped his right palm, and the long whip on the old man's hand was suddenly cut into several pieces, and he vomited blood and flew away.

"Oh! When I remembered it, it seemed that I was called Jiuqu Jian Zhongzhen... My martial arts are not very good, but my sword is good!"

Fang Ming kicked his toes, and the nine-curve sword that Zhong Zhen regarded as life fell directly into his hand. This sword was a weapon of Thirteen Taibao, made of the hundred refined steel. For example, Fang Ming snatched it at the beginning, but now he doesn't know where to throw it to a certain extent. A cold air rose as soon as he bought it.

"No, not bad! This sword is really buried in Zhong Zhen's hand..."

Fang Ming waved his sword and the snow-white sword light in the dragon roar had already wiped the throat of the whip master.

"This seems to be one of the Thirteen Taishang Insurance, but what if he doesn't care..."

"Uncle Zhong...Uncle Deng... has been killed by that evil thief..."

A group of disciples of Songshan Sect stared at the scene in cold sweat. Suddenly, someone shouted and ran away. He had completely lost the courage to confront Fang Ming.

As long as this kind of mixed fish does not come to block the road, Fang Ming will not bother to step on it. He will block the people and kill people. The Buddha blocks the Buddha's place and comes to the important part of the inner courtyard of the Songshan Sect.

At this time, the Nine-Curve Sword had already brought a lot of blood from Songshan masters, and it seemed that there were also a few original Thirteen Taibao Zhongren. Unfortunately, Fang Ming didn't have the patience to remember them one by one.

"Linghu Thief!!!"

Before the Ancestor Hall, the surviving disciples of the Songshan Sect surrounded him, with their long sword unsheathed and their eyes red. They were all irreconcilable!

"Thief Linghu, you actually killed so many people in my Songshan Sect for no reason, even Shaolin can't protect you!"

The first person was wearing a yellow cloth robe and a vicious face. It was Zuo Lengchan that Fang Ming came to find this time!

This time, Fang Ming went up the mountain with one sword and killed no less than forty or fifty people, especially many Thirteen Taibao, which made Zuo Lengchan feel bloody inside, but his heroic eyes were so angry that he thought more: "Can't it... Shaolin is finally going to attack my Songshan Sect, no! Fang Zheng that old bald donkey claims to be kind and will never be like this..."

"It's not Shaolin, it's me alone!"

Fang Ming chuckled and said, "I came up this time to ask the Songshan Sect to remove him from the martial arts world from now on..."

Destroy Songshan!

With one person's strength, this almost the third most powerful force in the right way must be destroyed!

Zuo Lengchan laughed in anger: "What a big tone!"

Amid the sneer, his long sword had already died like a dragon going out to sea****!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sword shadow is shining cold! In Zuo Lengchan's hand, the long sword seemed to have its own life. Mu Di transformed into three sword shadows, and even produced three swords in an instant!

One of the swords is a brilliant and timeless move, which is a dragon of man through the ages! Another move is majestic and prudent, which is the Yujing Tianchi Lake, and another move is light and agile, which is a green and floating green!

These three moves are all the "eight inner and nine outer routes" in Songshan. The length and length of the 17th, the speed and speed of each sword technique. At this time, Zuo Lengchan transformed into three styles with one sword. The three sword techniques all obtained the essence of Songshan sword technique and made up for each other, with almost no flaws. The disciples of Songshan Sect couldn't help but shouted the word "good".

Fang Ming's feelings were even more obvious. These three moves attacked him from the upper, middle and lower sides, and Yu Jianlu contained an extremely fierce internal force of Yin and Cold. He knew that Zuo Lengchan had used all the ice true energy at the bottom of the sect's crisis, and his power was extraordinary!

Unfortunately, Fang Ming not only practiced the mystery of Dugu Nine Swords, but also had already mastered it. The cold and cold energy on Zuo Lengchan's sword edge was like a breeze blowing on his face, without any threat.

With the sword move, he pointed directly at the three flaws in Zuo Lengchan's sword technique. If Zuo Lengchan insisted on attacking, he would send him to Zhong Zhen's love sword to open his stomach before the sword tip was reached.

Zuo Lengchan would naturally not do such a loss-making business. He roared wildly and turned around and broke when he couldn't help it, as if he was wandering a dragon, and stabbed another thirteen swords!

These thirteen swords are majestic and simple, and the sword shadows are continuous and exquisite. The disciples of Songshan are already blinded by their eyes.

"good!"

Fang Ming stabbed again with his backhand and returned thirteen swords, breaking all Zuo Lengchan's Songshan sword technique!

The onlookers of Songshan were almost stunned. Zuo Lengchan was already the best swordsman in the Five Mountains. In their hearts, they may also be the world's number one swordsman master. The Songshan swordsman he used were actually broken. This is almost impossible! But now it has happened!

"The Songshan Sect must not be destroyed by my hands..."

After passing dozens of moves, Zuo Lengchan knew that he was definitely not Fang Ming's opponent today, and his disciples had low martial arts skills, and joining the battle circle was harmful and useless. In a sad mood, he had already had the idea of ​​both jade and stone destruction. Suddenly, the sword sharp edge turned and he did not defend at all. A long steel sword was like a strong wind splashing ink. The sword sharp edge was forcing people, and he only attacked but not defended!

Swish!

The disciples of Songshan outside saw the head and the enemy roaring in a continuous sword shadow. Suddenly, a sword energy overflowed, causing a disciple to flow in two pieces, and his intestines flowed all over the ground. They couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"ah……"

Suddenly, a scream like a wolf roar came out, causing the people in Songshan to look wildly, because they had already recognized that this was Zuo Lengchan's cry!

Two figures in the field were about to part with a touch, and there were still some blood on the tip of Fang Ming's Nine-Curve Sword Slides, but Zuo Lengchan covered his face.

On his left face, a sword mark was slashed vertically, and it was only a slightest bit to break his head. Even if he avoided very quickly, one eye was provoked and a large piece of blood gushed out, making him look like an underground Shura.

Obviously, in the rapid attack of the fast sword just now, Zuo Lengchan not only did not hurt Fang Ming at all, but was severely injured by Fang Ming!

"Songshan disciples obey orders and go down the mountain quickly... no mistakes are allowed!"

Zuo Lengchan roared, then rushed up again, thrusting his sword straight, extremely sharp, and seemed to have some determination.

"Senior Brother! Let's fight him together!"

Ding Mian, the only remaining Tota hand among the Thirteenth Taibao, attacked from one side, and suddenly a rosy in his right hand, and a black cow-haired needle sprinkled out like rain in the sky.

Swish! Zuo Lengchan's sprinting body suddenly folded, jumped like yellow lightning, crossed the wall and fled under Songshan!

This time the rabbit rose and fell, turned around and fled in one go, as if it had been practiced countless times.

"Good come!"

Faced with the rain of flowers, Fang Ming laughed loudly, rolled up his blue sleeves in the air, gathered all the black cow-haired needles, and brushed them at Ding Mian!
Chapter completed!