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Chapter 50 Alcohol is poisonous?ghost monk out of control
On the top of Yueyang, the bright moon is reflected in the lake; the night wind is gentle, and the clothes are flying.

One robe and one armor, one sword and one spear, the two of them faced each other quietly like this, as if they were exiled immortals discussing martial arts.

Amidst the eager debate, countless people were looking forward to the fight between the two sides as soon as possible, but there were also people who were anxious, fearing that the two would fight in the next moment.

By the lake two miles away from Xiyue Pavilion, a group of bald monks gathered here, but they were from Jinhong Temple.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Master Master made a move yet?!"

"Yes, uncle, what are you waiting for?"

"Master, did you find the wrong place?"

"Abbot, what should we do?"

The chief seats were anxious, the abbot Xuankong was also as big as an ox, he didn't know what to do.

At this time, the two people above Yueyang Tower finally made a movement.

"Sword come!"

Hearing Xie Changfeng's loud shout, the swords of nearly a hundred patrolling soldiers around Yueyang Tower were unsheathed in an instant, and jumped up, forming a circular sword array, enclosing the two of them together.

Watching this stunning scene, countless people were amazed and applauded.

However, as the instigator of this scene, Xie Changfeng frowned secretly.

Because he suddenly felt that his control over those long swords was extremely sluggish, and the entire sword array was actually just a fake. If he manipulated it further, the sword array would collapse directly.

What's worse, he even forgot the secret of controlling the sword array!

What's more, the heaven-level saber in his hand, which has long been connected with each other, has become extremely strange, giving him the feeling that he is holding a fire stick.

These kinds of discoveries gave him an incomparably absurd feeling, as if he had suddenly changed from a talented swordsman genius to a beggar!
At this time, chaos suddenly appeared in the Beiyue Pavilion, and there were faint roars of "poisoned wine", "Your Majesty is poisoned", and "find the imperial doctor".

The next moment, Cheng Long suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then glared at Xie Changfeng in shock and anger, and the murderous roar spread throughout the sky.

"Xie Changfeng! You despicable villain! How dare you poison your wine!"

As soon as this sound came out, there was an uproar in the field.

"What, what's the situation?"

"I heard that His Majesty personally gave wine to the two of them before the battle. The wine and the wine vessel were brought by Xie Changfeng."

"Hiss! How dare this Xie Changfeng poison His Majesty?!"

"What is he planning? Is it because he has no confidence in winning Cheng Commander?"

"Then who knows, anyway, this Shang Fazong is going to end..."

……

Just as the spectators around were discussing a lot, a shout suddenly came from Beiyue Pavilion.

"Xie Changfeng, the patriarch of the Shangfa Sect, poisoned His Majesty, a heinous crime! Your Majesty has an order to order Cheng Long, the commander of the Forbidden Army, to kill Xie Changfeng immediately! Order the Forbidden Army to immediately round up all members of the Shangfa Sect, but those who resist and disturb will be killed!"

"The minister leads the order!"

Cheng Long wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and threw a pill into his mouth, then flicked his spear, bringing hundreds of gun shadows to press towards Xie Changfeng.

"Wait! I didn't poison you! There is a misunderstanding!"

Xie Changfeng was startled and confused, trying to defend himself.

Perhaps his head was dizzy and his thoughts were confused. At this moment, he thought that there was something wrong with the wine, and he didn't think that this was a game.

However, Cheng Long never gave him a chance to explain.

The two of them officially started fighting, and the violent aura and aftermath caused waves in the surrounding lake.

On the other side, [-] forbidden troops had already surrounded the place where Shangfa sect members watched the battle, and at the same time, more and more forbidden troops were coming.

Although Shang Fazong showed his best this time, in addition to six ninth-rank powerhouses, there are still more than twenty eighth-rank masters and hundreds of sixth- and seventh-rank masters, but facing tens of thousands of well-equipped, well-equipped troops The strict siege of the forbidden army, they can't be opponents at all.

After all, the Forbidden Army was the top army of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Its soldiers consisted of fourth-rank generals as the main force, fifth-rank generals as low-level generals, sixth-rank generals as middle-level generals, and many generals of seventh and eighth ranks.

Perhaps the ninth-rank powerhouse still has hope of escape, but the others are determined not to leave.

Facing the sudden change, none of the other forces in the world around Shangfa sect dared to get involved.

Poisoning the emperor is a serious crime of the nine tribes of Yi. No matter how high the prestige of Shang Fazong in the Jianghu is, it is impossible to get the open help of allies in this kind of matter.

Beiyue Pavilion.

Looking at Zhou Xin who was safe and sound on the seat, Meng Chuan, who was being escorted to kneel on the ground, felt infinitely terrified.

Faced with this situation, how could he still not know that this is simply a killing game aimed at Shang Fazong?

I think he was still fantasizing about the day when he would become the Grand Master of the Great Zhou. However, within a short time, the cruel fact slapped him hard!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... I am willing to serve the imperial court, I beg Your Majesty to spare my life..."

Meng Chuan begged tremblingly, and all his original ambitions were replaced by the fear of death at this moment.

"Kill it."

Zhou Xin waved his hand, too lazy to answer.

Although this person has nine-star aptitude and talent, his fate is doomed only by the status of Xie Changfeng's direct disciple.

Meng Chuan's face turned pale, and he screamed while struggling.

"I know a big secret, I beg Your Majesty to give me a way out!"

Leng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing that Zhou Xin was unmoved, he dragged Meng Chuan out of the hall.

He naturally has a way to deal with such a small matter.

……

Great changes have taken place, and the sounds of fighting are endless, but most of the spectators are still reluctant to leave.

In the middle of the lake, Yueyang Tower was already riddled with holes, and Xie Changfeng had already become a bloody man, who had been suppressed and beaten by Cheng Long from the beginning to the end.

This kind of result gave many people a feeling of unreality. Xie Changfeng, the majestic suzerain of Shangfazong and No. 1 in Jianghu after being hailed as a ghost monk, is so unbearable, which is really depressing.

In mid-air not far from Beiyue Pavilion, Bai Wudang and the ghost monk were walking towards Beiyue Pavilion unhurriedly.

Along the way, the ghost monk's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

He didn't understand why the famous Xie Changfeng was so bad, as if the other party's reputation was all boasted.

He also didn't understand why Shang Fazong fell to this point.

In the center of the lake, as Cheng Long turned and stabbed back with a carbine, Xie Changfeng's throat was pierced in an instant, and his figure suddenly froze in mid-air, and finally dropped his head powerlessly.

The majestic Sect Master of Shang Fazong died like this, which made all the spectators sigh, but also felt somewhat unreal.

On the other side, Bai Wudang and Xuandu also came to the sky above Beiyue Pavilion.

Also at this time, Bai Wudang smiled suddenly, stared at Xuandu and spoke in a low voice.

"Do you know that Jinhong Temple will be reduced to ruins tonight?"

Xuandu's eyes were fixed, and the momentum on his body rose slowly, like a volcano about to erupt.

"What did you say?"

"Hehe, you people in the Jianghu have repeatedly violated the ban with military force, occupied the imperial court's land, and despised the imperial power. Now it's time to suffer the consequences."

Bai Wudang squinted his eyes and giggled, secretly playing very carefully.

"Bastard! Dog Emperor!"

Xuandu was startled and angry, and after yelling violently, he punched Bai Wudang violently.

This punch was sent out in anger, its strength was as powerful as a mountain avalanche, and a thunderbolt exploded in the sky above Beiyue Pavilion.

At this moment, countless astonished eyes were attracted.

Jinhong Temple is the place to watch the battle.

"Master?! Why did he go there?"

"Uncle, what is he doing? How could he insult the emperor in public?"

"Hiss! Uncle Master has made a move!!"

"not good!"

……

Boom!

With a loud noise, Bai Wudang was thrown back more than ten feet by Xuandu's punch, and almost hit the corner eaves of Beiyue Pavilion.

Bai Wu was horrified in his heart, but he shouted in shock and anger.

"Ghost monk Xuandu! You want to assassinate His Majesty?!"

"Ahhhhh! I will kill you all!"

Xuandu hissed and roared, wisps of black air surrounded his eyes, face, and even layers of black mist appeared around his body, as if there were more than a dozen ferocious ghosts hiding behind him.

At this moment, most of the world was silent, and then it was replaced by pieces of uproar.

"That person is actually a ghost monk???"

"How is this possible? Isn't the ghost monk already passed away? And that man still has hair..."

"Who says monks can't grow their hair?"

"With that kind of strength, who else can there be besides the ghost monk?"

"It's the ghost monk! There's no mistake! The ghostly shadow is the unique symbol of the ghost monk Xuandu!"

"It's really him? But why did he assassinate the emperor?"

"Hiss! The sky is about to change! First Shang Fazong poisoned the emperor, and now the ghost monk from Jinhong Temple wants to assassinate the emperor. This..."

Facing the shocking changes one after another, not only the spectators were shocked and suspicious, but even those who were about to assassinate Zhou Xin were equally confused.

Shang Fazong and Jinhong Temple also want the emperor's life, which is really strange.

Another key problem is that their plans have been disrupted because of this, and they don't know whether to continue or temporarily hibernate and wait and see.

……

At the same time, in North Cangzhou, Jinhong Temple.

Eight hundred heavily armed black shadows that looked like iron cans quietly touched under the mountain gate of Jinhong Temple.

Different from Shang Fazong's elites, Jinhong Temple not only left a head nurse, but also a small half of elites and high-level officials remained in the temple.

"This battle is my first battle in the camp, and there must be no mistakes! Outflank according to the established strategy."

Gu Zhao ordered in a cold voice, and then pulled down his helmet.

"Remember, no one will be left alive!"

"promise!"

The eight lieutenants responded in a low voice, and then each led their subordinates to move in different directions.

Mahavira Hall.

Huixin, the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, frowned, got up from the futon and walked out of the hall.

Looking at the bright moon in mid-air, Huixin's frequency of turning the beads was a little messy.

For some reason, he was inexplicably agitated tonight, unable to calm down at all.

Is something bad going to happen?

While Hui Xin was thinking to herself, a figure covered in blood suddenly appeared staggeringly in front of the square.

"Enemy, enemy attack!"

After the monk shouted these words with the last of his strength, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.

Huixin's face suddenly changed, startled and angry.

The defense system in the temple is tight, even if many elites leave, the alarm bell will always be sounded, right?

What kind of enemy is here?
(End of this chapter)