"There are such talented disciples in small sects like Yuchi. It's rare, it's really rare! Haha." Everyone tied the reins and saw a man in black standing in front of him with a knife, facing everyone with his back, blocking his way.
Yuchihe felt cold in his heart, and he urged him to take two steps forward, bowing and saying, "Senior, I am a disciple of the Wusect. I don't know... "
"Oh, it's boring! The disciples from the old men from the Wumen are all so silly and uneasy." The man in black suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and interrupted Yuchi He's words.
Seeing the face of the person coming ahead, Yuchi He tightened his eyebrows, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he said in surprise: "Old Qin?"
The man in black was stunned and then looked down and saw that although he was wearing black clothes, he was not masked!
"Haha!" Qin Lao immediately slapped his forehead and laughed, "I am really confused, haha. But since you recognize me, then you can stay here."
Everyone was shocked. Could it be that Tang Haiqin from the Tang Gang was so bold that she actually wanted to assassinate the martial arts disciples in person!
Yuchihe immediately understood that this must be because the Tang Gang knew it would be difficult to defeat the Wumen at the one-month league leader meeting. Therefore, he wanted to kill himself so as to get the position of league leader.
"Escape in all directions!"
Yuchihe suddenly shouted loudly and directly urged his horse to rush towards the forest on the roadside. The other ten people came to their senses and fled in scattered places.
The man in front is an elder of the Tang Gang, so he can't stand it against these few people.
"Ha, the fight of trapped beasts." Tang Haiqin shook his head slightly, then jumped up, and ran towards Yuchihe.
While urging the fast horse to escape, Yuchihe released a signal flare unique to the martial arts.
In just a moment, Yuchihe heard the movement behind him, and without thinking, he jumped up from the horse's back and ran towards the front of the dense forest.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, dense arrows shot from the front, which scared Yuchihe so much that he quickly pulled the stick and swept it across.
Now, there is an assassin in front and an elder of the Tang Gang behind. Yuchihe felt a little disappointed when he thought of this. Tang Haiqin dared to take action in person and showed up directly, so he must have made complete preparations. It was even harder to escape by himself than climbing to the sky.
Thinking of this, Yuchi He stomped his feet and made his heart apart. The long stick in his hand suddenly flew away and penetrated deeply into an old tree in the distance. Looking at his hand, there were two more swords. Then, Yuchi He held the sword in both hands and met several men in black rushing forward.
Wumen has outstanding stick skills, but its sword skills are also not inferior to others.
I saw Yuchihe jumping high, and two long swords in his hand were cut apart. Immediately afterwards, when he was about to approach the man in black, Yuchihe's wrist moved slightly, and the two long swords each drew a brilliant arc. The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded. The two sword shadows seemed like two gorgeous silver flowers, flying towards the two men in black.
I saw that the sharp sword in the man in black was suddenly picked up when he touched the gorgeous silver flower.
Too fast!
The two men in black who rushed the fastest could not see the shadow of Yuchi He's silver flower sword. The sharp swords in their hands quickly deviated from the direction and lost their rules.
Puchi!
Both men in black had a long mouth cut with their necks, and blood squirted and twitched for a few times, then there was no movement. The two men could not see the silver flower sword shadow until they died.
"Ah!" Tang Haiqin, who arrived, was shocked, with an incredible expression on his face and murmured, "What! It's actually a silver flower sword technique! No wonder Yuchihe, who is in the Eighth Realm of the Dharma, can kill two disciples of the Tang Gang's Seventh Realm of the Dharma in one move. Ha! The old man from the Martial Sect really valued this Yuchihe, and such a terrifying sword technique has been taught to him."
"Hmph! Fortunately, he will be killed today, otherwise it will be a big problem in the future." Tang Haiqin snorted coldly, flew up, and drew his sword to face Yuchi He who was so angry that he was killed.
Suddenly, when he heard the murderous aura behind him, Yuchi He frowned, but he didn't look back. He ignored him and swept the long sword in his hand to the man in black ahead.
Crash!
In less than a breath, the unlucky man in black kept trying to retreat, but he directly retreated to a huge old tree. As soon as his back hit the old tree, his entire chest was shattered by the silver flower sword technique that was so terrifying that it was all over the world.
Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind. Yuchi He sneered, and the two long swords in his hand suddenly came out and flew strangely to both sides.
Puchi!
A gorgeous long sword passed through Yuchihe's back without any stop, piercing his heart. Suddenly, Yuchihe felt that the endless strength in his body was instantly exhausted.
The majestic martial arts in the meridians disappeared in an instant. All the laughter and joy of the past, suffering and pain, all emerged in their minds, making Yuchi He recall his short life.
Death felt like this. Yuchi He finally chuckled, then lowered his head weakly, and died young.
Hula!
Tang Haiqin pulled back the long sword covered with blood, looked at the fallen corpse of Yuchihe, and shook his head and said, "If my Tang Gang has such a disciple, why are you afraid of the Martial Sect? Humph!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw pain screams from both sides from time to time. Tang Haiqin was shocked. He looked in the sound and saw two masterless swords that were still constantly picking down the disciples of the Tang Gang. Many people collapsed to the ground and covered their wounds and were in great pain.
Whoosh!
Tang Haiqin frowned, threw out the sharp sword in her hand, then jumped up and caught up with another long sword. However, Tang Haiqin was addicted to the snake, and the two long swords quickly penetrated deep into the trunk of a tree.
"I actually know the second move of Yinhua swordsmanship!" Tang Haiqin murmured to himself, his eyes full of shock.
However, the team of more than a dozen people in the Wumen Sect was killed, and none of them survived.
However, it was not only the martial arts disciples such as Yuchihe who were unlucky.
In a few days, the disciples of Du Mansion and Sun Family Fort were all sneak attacked, and the assassins who attacked were extremely high in cultivation. Even though these two disciples were guarded by masters, they were still vulnerable in front of the assassins.
The disciple who died in Sunjiabao was attacked and died, Sun Xin, who represented Sunjiabao in the previous two league leaders competitions. This is one of the main candidates for the next generation of Sunjiabao masters.
The one who died in the Du Mansion was Du Rundong, a disciple under Du Zhijin. Du Rundong had a dignified cultivation level in the art of Taoism. Accompanied by a group of guards, he died tragically at the hands of an assassin. This shows that these assassins have high cultivation.
Of course, the Tang Gang and Sha Wang Sect were also attacked. However, the casualties were not as heavy as that, and they were all young disciples of the sidelines and foreign surnames.
Before the General Assembly of the League is about to be held, such a thing happened in ASEAN, which undoubtedly casts a gray shadow on the ASEAN Assembly.
Especially the Wumen, the master of martial arts and the leader of ASEAN, his disciples were assassinated, which was unprecedented. Moreover, the one who was assassinated was Yuchi He, who was about to represent the Wumen, and the disciples who were fighting in this league leader competition!
Five assassinations at the same time have not been encountered in hundreds of years. Even though assassinations occur from time to time in recent years, they only happen like this every month. But now, there are five incidents at the same time.
For a time, not only those who practice Taoism, but also many ordinary people vaguely felt that the world seemed to be changing, a huge ASEAN disaster was slowly brewing, and today's stability and peace are about to become a thing of the past.
*******
A mysterious mountain.
In this hot summer, there is still snow here. Only a few lucky rocks are exposed under the scorching sun.
Suddenly, a hunched figure with black all over his body, covered with a thick layer of things that were unknown, flexibly shuttled across the cliff. It was vaguely visible from afar, the lower body of the figure seemed to emit a faint light.
In just a moment, the hunched figure had arrived at a valley below the mountain. He looked around vigilantly, and then quickly drilled into a hidden cave.
In the cave.
The hunched figure exhaled a long breath, shook the snow on his body, and his expression relaxed a lot.
"I'm back." An old voice sounded.
The hunched figure took off the black hat on his head, and it was the Zeng Lao who was conspiring to murder Du Xuan.
Mr. Zeng glared at Mr. Ji, who was in a fire in the hole, and said a little unhappy: "Master, my old bone really can't stand the tossing!"
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!"
Two hearty old laughter sounded.
Mr. Zeng glanced at Mr. Yan and Mr. Yu and snorted: "Next time, I will invite the two uncles' disciples out, I won't go."
"Hey, my disciples are not as useful as you, haha." Old Yan smiled happily.
Mr. Yu nodded and said seriously: "Yeah, it's right. Our disciples are not as useful as you. You are our pillar."
"Hmph." Mr. Zeng snorted lightly, ignored the two of them, turned to look at Mr. Ji, and said seriously, "Master, my disciples have found out. In recent years, the assassination incidents in our ASEAN have been secretly attacking each other."
"Hmph, sure enough, none of these guys are good." Old Ji snorted contemptuously.
Mr. Zeng paused, glanced at Mr. Yu and Mr. Yan, and said, "A few days ago, a disciple of the Wumen was assassinated and died."
"Martial disciple?" The three of them were shocked.
"Yes." Mr. Zeng nodded and continued, "There are disciples of the Tang Gang, Sunjiabao, Shawang Sect and Du Mansion, all of whom were attacked one after another within a few days."
"What! Five consecutive attacks?" Old Yan said in shock, looking disbelief.
Mr. Ji asked again with a cold face: "The attack of the Martial Sect disciples? Is it related to the Alliance Leaders' Meeting?"
"The disciples think so too." Mr. Zeng nodded and said, "The disciples who were assassinated by the Wumen were originally going to represent the Wumen to fight for this martial arts competition. The disciples thought that most of them were taken by the Tang Gang or Sun Family Fort. However, it is possible for the Shawang Sect. In recent years, Shawang Sect has been a little bit difficult."
"Yeah." Old Ji nodded, frowned, and pondered.
Mr. Yu sighed lightly and murmured: "It seems that I, ASEAN, will inevitably have a catastrophe."
"Hmph, it's just right, the more chaotic it is, the better! The fisherman is profitable when fighting against the snipe and clam. We have to do our own things quickly." Old Yan snorted coldly, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.