Comprehensive Martial Arts: Get the Nine Suns Divine Art at the beginning

Chapter 224 On the Bright Summit
When they got closer, they saw two people lying down in the snow, blood spattered in the white snow, and all four of them were wounded by swords.

Three of them were wearing Mingjiao uniforms, and the other was a monk, who seemed to be a disciple of the Shaolin School.

Gao Huan let out a soft sigh, and said: "We have stayed in the mountainside for a long time, and the people from the Six Great Sects may have already attacked the Guangming Peak by now!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch the mouths of the four people, and found that there was no warmth, and it was obvious that they had been dead for a long time.

Gao Huan immediately pulled Xiao Zhao and ran up the mountain following the footprints in the snow. After walking about ten feet, he saw seven people lying on the ground again.

Gao Huan shook his head helplessly, he walked faster and faster, almost lifting Xiao Zhao's body to fly, turned a corner, and saw the corpses of five Ming Cultists hanging on the branches, all with heads and feet Hanging upside down, each person's face was bloody and bloody, as if they had been scratched by sharp claws.

Xiao Zhao said: "It was caught by the tiger claws of the Huashan School."

Gao Huan looked sideways at Xiao Zhao, and said, "Xiao Zhao, you are young, but you are quite knowledgeable."

After Gao Huan finished speaking, without waiting for Xiao Zhao's answer, he took her flying up the peak. Along the way, he saw corpses scattered all over the place. In one day and one night, the six major sects launched a fierce attack on Guangmingding. The Mingjiao was defeated because Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and other important leaders were seriously injured, and there was no one to command them. As a result, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

When the two of them were about to reach the top of the mountain, they suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing, and the ping-ping-pong-pong fight was extremely fierce. He felt a little relieved and thought to himself: "Since the battle has not ended, the six major factions may not have entered the hall yet. .”

Thinking about it, he quickly ran to the fighting place.

Suddenly there was a whistling wind, and two steel darts were thrown from behind, followed by someone shouting: "Who is it? Stop!"

Gao Huan didn't stop at his feet, and swung his hand back lightly. The two steel darts immediately flew back, only to hear a scream of "ah", followed by a cry, and someone fell to the ground.

Gao Huan was taken aback, and when he turned around, he saw a gray-robed monk lying on the ground, with two steel darts nailed to his right shoulder.

Blood gushed out from the Shaolin monk's shoulder immediately, but he didn't know that this monk was extremely fierce, he kicked Gao Huan's abdomen with a loud kick.

Gao Huan was standing very close to him, he didn't expect him to launch a sneak attack, startled, the monk flew upside down, hit a tree with his back, broke his right foot, and spurted blood wildly from his mouth.

At this time, Gao Huan's true energy was circulating in his body, and when he encountered an external force, he naturally launched a counterattack, which was a little stronger than before.

Seeing that the monk was seriously injured, he couldn't help frowning, the monk stared at him viciously, more frightened than angry, although he still wanted to attack the enemy, but he was powerless.

Suddenly he heard three muffled groans coming from inside the wall, Gao Huan quickly pulled Xiao Zhao up, rushed in through the gate, passed through two halls, and saw a large square in front of him.

The square was densely packed with people, and there were fewer people in Xishou. Nine out of ten people were dripping with blood, sitting or lying down, and they belonged to the Mingjiao side.

The number of people in Dongshou was several times larger, and they were divided into six piles. It seemed that all six factions had arrived.

These six groups of people vaguely formed a siege to Mingjiao.

With a glance, Gao Huan saw Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Monk Peng, Shubu, Zhang Wuji and others sitting in the Mingjiao crowd, and it seemed that it was still difficult to move.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji has not yet mastered the great teleportation of the universe, and he is far from being an opponent of the masters of the six sects with his nine suns magic skills alone.

There were two people fighting in the center of the square, and everyone was watching the battle intently. When Gao Huan and Xiao Zhao approached, no one paid attention.

Gao Huan pulled Xiao Zhao to approach slowly, and when he focused his attention, he saw that both fighters were empty-handed, but their palms were whistling, and their power was as far as several feet. Obviously, both of them were extremely masters.

The two people turned around and beat extremely fast. Suddenly, their palms intersected, and they were glued together. In just a split second, they changed from an extremely fast jump to a complete stillness. Seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help it. Zhu Hongtian yelled: "Okay!"

When Gao Huan saw the faces of the two people in the field, his heart was shocked. It turned out that the middle-aged man with a short stature and a vigorous face was Zhang Songxi, the fourth hero of the Wudang School.

His opponent was a tall, balding old man.

The old man's long eyebrows are more than snow, the corners of his eyes are drooping, his nose is hooked, and his mouth is like an eagle's.

Gao Huan understood, and thought to himself: "This person should be Yin Tianzheng, the white-browed eagle king, one of the four guardian kings of the Ming Sect, right?"

Glancing at Zhang Wuji who was anxious but helpless, Gao Huan shook his head helplessly, and said: "After this incident, we need to help him learn the Great Teleportation of the Universe, otherwise, it may be difficult for him to be among the best with the Nine Suns Divine Art alone." Among the world's best."

Suddenly someone from the six major sects shouted: "Old man Baimei, give up quickly, how can you be the opponent of Zhang Sixia of Wudang?"

But seeing that both Yin Tianzheng and Zhang Songxi's heads were steaming, the two of them have already exerted their internal strength that they have practiced hard all their lives.

One is the leader of Tianying Sect, one of the four guardians of the Ming Sect, and the other is Zhang Sanfeng's proud disciple, the mighty Wudang Seven Heroes.

The Mingjiao and the six major factions held their breaths, both of them knew that this competition was not only due to the prestige of the Mingjiao and Wudang, both of them were fighting for the victory with their true strength at this moment, the loser probably had their lives in danger.

I saw that the two of them were still like two stone statues, not even the hair and the corners of their clothes fluttered in the slightest.

Yin Tianzheng looked majestic, his eyes sparkled like lightning.

Zhang Songxi, on the other hand, sticks to the gist of "waiting for work with leisure, and restraining with tranquility" in Wudang's heart method, and guards it closely. He knows that Yin Tianzheng is more than 20 years older than himself, and his internal strength has been cultivated for more than [-] years, but he is still in his prime. , full of long-term strength, the opponent is old, and after a long time, he has a chance to win.

Unexpectedly, Yin Tianzheng is really a strange person in the martial arts world, although he is old, his energy is not inferior to that of a young man, his internal energy is like a tide, like a huge wave in the deep sea, hitting Zhang Songxi from his palms.

Gao Huan silently watched the situation in the arena, and suddenly heard Yin Tianzheng and Zhang Songxi yelling in unison, exerting force with four palms, and then each retreated six or seven steps.

Zhang Songxi bowed his hands to Yin Tianzheng, and said: "Senior Yin's skills are outstanding, I admire him!"

Yin Tianzheng said in a loud voice, "Brother Zhang's internal cultivation is extraordinary and holy. I am not as good as a puppet. Your Excellency is my son-in-law and a senior brother. Is it necessary to decide the winner today?"

Zhang Songxi shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "The junior took one more step back just now, and he has already lost half the move." After speaking, he bowed and bowed, and retreated calmly.

Suddenly a man from the Wudang faction grabbed Yin Tianzheng, pointed at Yin Tianzheng and shouted angrily: "Old man Yin, it's fine if you don't mention me, Fifth Brother Zhang! It's so annoying to mention it today, and I, Third Brother Yu and Fifth Brother Zhang People, all wounded and broken at the hands of your Tianying Sect, if you don't avenge this revenge, I, Mo Shenggu, will be called the 'Seven Heroes of Wudang' in vain."

After Mo Shenggu finished speaking, he suddenly heard a clang, the long sword was unsheathed, the sword was shining under the sun, and he immediately made a gesture of "Wan Yue Chaozong".

This is the starting move of Wudang disciples and elders. Although Mo Shenggu is very angry, he is already a very respectable master in the martial arts at this time. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he must not lose his courtesy in every move.

Yin Tianzheng sighed, a look of sadness flashed across his face, and said: "After the death of my little girl, I don't want to use a sword again, but if I fight empty-handed with Wudang heroes, I would be really disrespectful."

He pointed to a believer holding an iron rod, and said, "Lend me the iron rod in your hand."

The Ming Cult disciple held the eyebrow-level iron rod with both hands horizontally, walked up to Yin Tianzheng, and bowed respectfully to present it.

Yin Tianzheng took the iron rod, bent his hands, and with a slap, the iron rod broke in two.

Seeing this, the onlookers immediately let out an exclamation in unison. They didn't expect that the old man would have such astonishing supernatural power after a long battle.

(End of this chapter)