Chapter 315: The Hypocrite and the Performer

When Ding Mian led the disciples of Songshan Guard to the scene, the battlefield reappeared before their eyes, with the sound of swords clashing incessantly.

Especially the master of the Azure Dragon Hall, the Yellow-faced Venerable Jia Bu. Although his figure was covered in blood, he was still as agile as a dragon. As he performed his lightness skills, he left a trail of afterimages and rushed straight towards a middle-aged couple.

Before the woman could react, there was a flash of cold light, and the sharp blade in Jabu's hand cut through the air and cut off her head.

Seeing this, the man must have felt heartbroken and heartbroken. He ignored his own safety and resolutely fought with Jabu.

The two figures crossed each other, and in the shadow of swords and the light of knives, Jabu stabbed the man in the abdomen with a knife.

"Hah!!!" Zhou Gutong roared and stabbed the spear towards Jabu's heart with all his might, but he dodged it by leaning sideways and only stabbed his arm.

"Die!" Jia Bu swung his sword and cut Zhou Gutong into two halves, and he fell to the ground.

Zhou Gutong's eyes were wide open as he looked at the headless body of Wu Boying not far away. He used up his last bit of strength to crawl through the mud until he touched the cold, headless body of Wu Boying.

"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "I'm coming"

Jia Bu killed the Tongbai Twins who had been wandering in the martial arts world for many years in just two or three moves. Wei Chang and Lu Shizhang looked at each other and rushed towards the injured Jia Bu without saying a word.

Lu Shizhang's body was as fast as the wind, and the sword flashed like the rising sun, accurately and without error sweeping away Jia Bu's powerful long sword.

At this moment, Wei Chang seized the opportunity, his aura surged, and the long sword in his hand chopped down fiercely with tremendous force.

With this blow, the knife was as powerful as a dragon, extremely sharp, instantly cutting through the air and hitting Jabu's chest.

With a "swish" sound, the wound suddenly split open, starting from the chest and tearing all the way to the abdomen, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Jabu felt a chill in his body, and kept muttering, "It's so cold."

The sound was faint and intermittent, like a candle in the wind, and then there was a "bang!", and the tall body fell heavily into the muddy water, splashing a cloud of turbid water.

"Brother Jia!!!"

Shangguan Yun turned around and looked at Jabu's fallen figure. His eyes instantly widened as if they were about to spit fire. He killed an enemy who tried to approach with one move, and blood splattered everywhere.

When I looked again, Wei Chang and Lu Shizhang actually wanted to escape.

"Don't run away, give me back my brother's life!" Shangguan Yun yelled, his voice full of anger.

But dozens of people rushed out from the front and blocked his way. The next moment, a rain of arrows attacked. The people who had just besieged him were now pierced by several arrows and were breathing out more than inhaling.

Shangguan Yun turned his head and saw a group of people reloading arrows, and the people in front of them raised their crossbows again.

The person who was left behind was Ding Mian. He bowed to Shangguan Yun and said loudly, "Diaoxia, we respect you. If you want revenge, go ahead! Leave this to us."

"Songshan Sect?!" Shangguan Yun was stunned. He never expected that the person who helped him in the critical moment of life and death would be his former enemy.

But he couldn't care less about that now, he just wanted to avenge Jabu.

"Thank you very much. I'll remember this favor!" Shangguan Yun bowed and said, "If I can get out alive today, I will go to Songshan Mountain one day and follow the left assistant governor to deal with me!"

"Please!" Shangguan Yun took a step forward and quickly chased after Wei Chang and Lu Shizhang.

Ding Mian stood in front of the formation, calm and composed. With a wave of his hand, the disciples of Songshan Guard came down like divine soldiers from the sky and launched an attack on the remaining enemies in the valley.

Most of these people were outlaws who robbed and killed people for their property. Killing them was to eliminate harm to the people, so Ding Mian was as hard as iron and showed no mercy.

A moment later, Zuo Lengchan arrived with masters from the Five Mountains Sword Sect and saw several people with extraordinary martial arts skills in the valley. Although they were in a desperate situation, they were still struggling.

The crowd did not hesitate and drew their swords to fight with these people.

For a moment, the valley was filled with crisscrossing sword shadows and flashing cold lights. The essence of Mount Hua, the wonder of Mount Heng, the righteousness of Mount Song, the strangeness of Mount Tai, and the softness of Mount Heng, every move and every style contained the essence of the Five Mountains swordsmanship, showing the style of each school's unique skills.

Zuo Lengchan looked at the younger generation. The one who impressed him was Cheng Baiyu from the Hengshan Sect. The new generations from the other four sects were not quite up to par.

After seeing Cheng Baiyu stab the enemy to death with a long whistling wild goose falling move, Zuo Lengchan couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Mo Da has accepted a good disciple!"

"Brother Zuo, thank you for the compliment." Mo Da smiled, unable to hide his joy.

Yue Buqun stood aside and witnessed this scene, and his heart couldn't help but ripples.

His thoughts drifted away, and he thought of his unruly and unruly eldest disciple. If Chong'er were present at this moment, he would definitely be the most popular one, so how could he allow Cheng Baiyu to be the only one in the limelight?
Thinking of this, Yue Buqun felt mixed emotions. Linghu Chong said he would go find an internal martial arts master to save his fellow apprentice.

As a result, he has been gone for more than half a year, and now there is no news from him, and we don’t know whether he is alive or dead.

The autumn rain stopped, and on the Ancestor Mountain, it was as if the sky had opened up to paint a picture scroll. Pearl-like warm milky white clouds slowly gathered and rolled across the sky.

Amid the rolling clouds, the ancient trees with twisted branches on the cliffs look like dragons soaring into the sky.

It’s a pity that despite such a beautiful scenery, Ren Woxing had no mood to appreciate it.

In the gathering hall, various masters were sitting in a slightly awkward manner. On the left were Lu Haoyan and He Haojiu from Xuanming Island in the North Sea, Wei Chang, the leader of Dongguan Village, Tan Nuoti, the leader of Wulong Village, Qianhua Taoist from Bailian Cave, and Mulan, who was obsessed with swords.

On the right are Ren Yingying, Xiang Wentian, Dong Qianfeng, Lan Fenghuang, Zhu Caoxian, You Xun and others.

The Green Bamboo Old Man stood in the center, with a sand table in front of him, on which were three small flags of different colors. The red flag represented Dongfang Bubai, the blue flag represented the righteous martial arts world, and the black flag represented Ren Woxing.

At this moment, there are only a few black flags left on the sand table, all concentrated near Zhongtianmen.

"Under Dongfang Bubai's command, the Seven-Colored Flag was once at its peak, but now it has fallen and is no longer glorious. Among the twelve halls, the most elite Qinglong Hall Master Jia Bu, Qilin Hall Master Hu Jingcheng, and Suzaku Hall Master Li Muyao have all died in battle, White Tiger Hall Master Shangguan Yun has been captured alive, and Wind and Thunder Hall Master Tong Baixiong is still in Shaolin."

"The righteous martial arts world is also in ruins. The Beggars' Sect suffered heavy losses and is no longer able to participate in the next battle. Shaolin sent some people to escort the wounded and prisoners back to the temple, and its strength was greatly reduced. Wudang has many wounded, and only the Five Mountains Sword Sect is almost unscathed."

“Hmph, Shaolin’s move is still a balancing act! In a time of crisis, they are still distracted to protect their roots. They are actually trying to protect themselves, not to fight wholeheartedly.” Ren Woxing curled his lips into a sneer, his eyes fixed on the sand table, analyzing the deployment of various troops.

"Although I am at a disadvantage, no one has given up and they are all determined to fight to the death. On the other hand, Shaolin seems to be compassionate, but in fact they are scheming. They are dividing their forces only for their own safety."

After saying this, Ren Woxing waved his sleeves, creating a gust of wind that raised the dust on the sand table. Three blue flags representing the righteous martial arts world fell down:

"Shaolin's actions will definitely attract the attention of Wudang. Based on my understanding of Chongxu, he will only follow suit. The Beggars' Sect is already defunct, so there is no need to pay attention to it. What we really need to pay attention to are the Five Mountains Sword Sect and Dongfang Bubai."

At this point, Ren Woxing fell silent. Zuo Lengchan was just a little punk, Yue Buqun was just a hypocrite, and Mo Da was just a street performer.

Among this group of people, only Zuo Lengchan could be looked at with respect, but he never expected that he would be pushed to this point by them.
(End of this chapter)