Ding Minjun's eyes searched for the leader hiding in the dark.
When she first spotted Zhao Xihai, she rushed over with her long sword without saying a word.
"Come on!" Zhao Xihai roared, and several direct subordinates beside him rushed towards Ding Minjun with their long knives waving.
Ding Minjun's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his long sword mercilessly stabbed at the neck of the person rushing at the front.
The visitor felt a white light flash in his eyes, his neck hurt, and his breathing suddenly became difficult.
Ding Minjun succeeded in the attack and ignored him, his figure leaped past, and the long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out the letter, and he killed the Beggar Clan disciples who were rushing forward.
Screams continued to sound, and the Beggar Clan disciples fell to the ground.
Zhao Xihai didn't panic when he saw Ding Minjun charging towards him, but when he heard the screams of the Beggar Clan disciples coming from behind him, he couldn't help but shudder.
He knew clearly that it was Lu Qingyun who broke into the Beggar Clan disciples and was approaching him.
Zhao Xihai gritted his teeth and stopped watching. He avoided Ding Minjun with his long sword and rushed into the Emei Sword Formation.
The idea was correct, but he overestimated his own strength.
In the Emei Sword Formation composed of the Grandmaster realm, even masters in the late Grandmaster realm would have to fight in the formation, let alone Zhao Xihai's early cultivation level.
The nine long swords locked all directions and angles. Even though Zhao Xihai twisted his body and waved the long sword to desperately resist the incoming sword, flaws were still exposed.
"Puff puff!"
Three long swords filled with cold murderous intent from Jingxuan, Jingxu, and Jingkong pierced Zhao Xihai's body at the same time.
Zhao Xihai felt a pain in his body and before he could react, the long swords of Jingjia, Jingzhao and Jingxian also pierced his body.
"Cough, cough, cough...!"
With just one move, he was hit by six swords. Zhao Xihai looked at Jingxuan and Jingkong in front of him in disbelief.
As he coughed, blood continued to ooze from his mouth.
"Sheath the sword!"
Jingxuan gave an order.
The six long swords that pierced Zhao Xihai's body were retracted at the same time.
Zhao Xihai's body was shaking uncontrollably. He held the long knife stuck on the ground with both hands and then managed to steady his body. He looked up at the dark night sky and closed his eyes unwillingly.
When Qian Daguang witnessed the killing, he became panicked. His eyes swept over the bushes not far away, and he began to think twice.
While everyone was distracted, he quickly jumped out.
Lu Qingyun had been paying attention for a long time. When he saw Qian Daguang trying to escape, he shot out the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Qian Daguang was really lucky. In his panic, he stepped on the air and fell to the left. Fortunately, he avoided the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Looking at the big tree that was shot down by the Six Meridians Divine Sword in front of him, he shouted in his heart that God would bless him and at the same time, he desperately jumped towards the bushes in front of him.
Lu Qingyun jumped into the air on tiptoes and chased Qian Daguang.
Searching along the traces left behind, he soon arrived at the river. Looking at the calm river water, Lu Qingyun secretly cursed at the bad luck.
At the same time, Chen Youliang, who had run more than fifty miles, stopped and let out a long sigh of relief.
He secretly vowed in his heart that Lu Qingyun and the Emei Sect must pay a heavy price.
A large number of chaotic footsteps rang in his ears. Chen Youliang was shocked and hurriedly lay down in the weeds beside the trail to observe secretly.
I was wondering if someone from the Wudang Clan had arrived.
When countless torches lit up the night sky, Chen Youliang saw through the light that all the people coming were in rags. When he saw a middle-aged man at the head with eight bags hanging on his body, he finally felt relieved.
Chen Youliang climbed up from the grass, shaken off the dust from his body, and strode forward to meet him.
"Who!" The middle-aged man with eight bags hanging on his head was Yu Shanhe, the helmsman of Chongyang Branch. He shouted loudly when he spotted the figure in front of him.
"Brother Yu, I am Chen Youliang."
"Elder Chen!" Yu Shanhe's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly. Looking at Chen Youliang, whose bun was a little messy, he was very confused, "Is Elder Chen here specifically to pick up my brother?"
Chen Youliang looked a little unnatural, "Oh, brother Yu, to tell you the truth, I came back defeated."
"Tonight, I led the Beggar Clan disciples to prepare for a raid on the big devil Lu Qingyun. Unexpectedly, I fell into his ambush and the entire army was destroyed."
"That demon led dozens of demon nuns from the Emei sect to besiege me. Brother, I risked my life and injured several people before escaping. It's pity that I, the five thousand disciples of the Beggar Clan, all suffered at the hands of Demon Lu!"
Yu Shanhe's eyes widened in disbelief, "All five thousand disciples are dead?"
"Absolutely. Even if there are still people alive, there won't be more than a thousand people." Chen Youliang pretended to be heartbroken.
In his heart, he didn't care about the life or death of those people at all, he wanted to provoke Yong Yu Shanhe's anger.
"Bastard! Lu Qingyun deserves to die!" Yu Shanhe's eyes widened and he said through gritted teeth.
"Brother, let me tell you another piece of sad news. Leader You also died tragically in his hands."
Chen Youliang struck while the iron was hot and pinned You Tanzhi's death on Lu Qingyun.
"What!"
Yu Shanhe was shocked.
You Tanzhi was very kind to him. Without his support, Yu Shanhe would not have been promoted to the eighth generation disciple and became the helmsman of the Chongyang branch.
"Elder Chen, why did Devil Lu kill the gang leader?"
Chen Youliang sighed and said slowly: "This starts with the Ming sect Zhang Wuji's kidnapping of the Emei sect Zhou Zhiruo... The gang leader sent us to kill Zhang Wuji and rescue the injured Zhou Zhiruo back to Yuezhou City. Thinking of Lu Qingyun being so indiscriminate, he insisted that it was the leader who suddenly took action to assassinate the gang leader. "
"Extremely shameless!" Yu Shanhe gasped and asked with veins popping out on his forehead, "Where is Lu Qingyun? How many people are there?"
Anger is anger, Yu Shanhe's mind is still very clear. To avenge You Tanzhi, he must find out the opponent's strength and details.
"There is Zhujiazhai, which is more than fifty miles ahead. We, the disciples of the Beggar Clan, are brave and fearless. We defeated Lu Qingyun's ten thousand men with five thousand. Although our entire army of Beggar Clan disciples was destroyed, we also killed all of his I estimate that he only has a few hundred men left now.”
"This is true!"
Yu Shanhe asked with a serious face.
"Brother, how can I lie to you about such a big thing?"
Chen Youliang said confidently.
"In this case, I must avenge the gang leader and brothers of the Beggar Clan tonight!"
The bamboo pole in Yu Shanhe's hand was chopped heavily to the ground.
Chen Youliang was secretly happy. There were about 20,000 Chongyang branch disciples behind Yu Shanhe, and Lu Qingyun plus Emei Kezhan disciples would not exceed a hundred.
Twenty thousand versus one hundred, this is a battle that can be won with eyes closed.
"Okay, let's work together to avenge the Beggar Clan!"
Yu Shanhe nodded, and said loudly with his inner strength towards the disciples of the Beggar Clan behind him: "Brothers, the big devil Lu Qingyun killed the leader of our sect and massacred my disciples of the Beggar Clan. I, the Chongyang Branch, must avenge this grudge. Do you agree?" ?"
"To take revenge, we must kill the big devil Lu Qingyun to avenge the gang leader!" The disciples of the Beggar Clan roared loudly when they heard this.
