Soon, Fan Sizhe brought Anne to Light Summit. Along the way, there were traces of battle everywhere. Most of the corpses were dressed in Ming Cult uniforms.
Hopefully, he could make it in time!
Fan Sizhe was burning with anxiety. It was his mission to stand up for the Ming Cult. He had to protect the main leaders and important figures of the Ming Cult. Otherwise, if he failed the mission, he really did not know what the outcome would be!
After a faint worry, Fan Sizhe remembered his current cultivation realm and couldn't help but be energized. He held Anne's smooth and tender hand and walked as fast as flying. In addition, he had been practicing in the underground secret room for two and a half days, so he was full of internal energy. He used internal energy to exchange for physical strength, and his speed was even faster. On the way, he encountered people from the six major sects, but they couldn't stop him. A few Taoist priests from the six major sects were shocked and immediately shouted a warning.
Fan Sizhe didn't care about these minor characters. He ran as fast as he could and threw off the pursuers in a playful manner. He rushed in through the gate and passed through two halls. In front of him was a huge square.
The field was filled with people. There were fewer people in the west. Nine out of ten of them were injured. They were either sitting or lying down. One could tell from their clothes that they were from the Ming Cult. On the other hand, there were several times more people on the east side. They were divided into six groups, and it was obvious that they were from the six major sects.
These six groups of people seemed to be surrounding the Ming Cult. Fan Sizhe took a glance and saw that the Ming Cult had suffered many injuries. The difference in strength was obvious, and he sighed in his heart. If the Ming Cult had a leader who could command the overall situation, the six major sects wouldn't be able to defeat them even if they combined their strength. However, Yang Dingtian had died in the underground secret chamber for no reason and hadn't even chosen a successor. This resulted in a situation where many people were fighting for the position of the sect leader, and no one was willing to submit to the other.
There were two people fighting in the center of the square. Everyone was watching the battle attentively. Fan Sizhe brought Anne in, but no one noticed.
One of them was a slender and handsome young man who wielded a sword. The other was tall and had drooping white eyebrows and a crooked nose. His every move was quite powerful, and he wielded a pair of short iron rods.
Fan Sizhe didn't recognize the young man who wielded the sword, but he could guess the identity of the white-browed elder.
"Old Master Yin has finally come," Anne said softly.”
Fan Sizhe thought for a moment and knew what she meant. Yin Tianzheng did not forget his roots and brought the Heavenly Eagle Cult back to Light Summit to support the Ming Cult.
"Anne, do you know the person who uses the sword?”
"I know. He is Mo Shenggu of the Wudang Seven Heroes.”
Fan Sizhe nodded repeatedly. He was secretly observing Mosheng Valley's Wudang swordsmanship and comparing it with the Cihang Sword Manual that he had yet to use.
Mo Shenggu's sword moves were light and agile, flashing like a rainbow. When he opened and closed, it was both elegant and solemn, with the style of a famous master. Yin Tianzheng's moves seemed dull, striking the east and smashing the west, somewhat out of order. However, those with more experience knew that his moves were clever but clumsy, and had reached the highest realm of martial arts.
Yin Tianzheng's footsteps were also very slow, while Mosheng Valley was running high and low, running east and west. In just ten minutes, they had already attacked more than sixty fierce killers, forming a sharp contrast.
After another dozen rounds, Mo Shenggu's sword moves became faster and faster. The sects of Kunlun and Emei were all skilled in sword techniques. When the disciples of these sects saw that a long sword from Silent Sound Valley had undergone such a transformation, they were secretly impressed.?
Fan Sizhe's current martial arts cultivation was no longer the half-rookie he was three days ago. Cultivating the Nine Yang Scripture and the Heaven and Earth Great Shift at the same time had raised his standards by dozens of times. At this moment, he was greatly inspired by the battle with Yin Tianzheng and Mo Shenggu.
After fighting for a long time, Silent Sound Valley was unable to do anything to Yin Tianzheng. Suddenly, with a loud whistle, the sword technique changed. The long sword seemed to have turned into a soft belt. Its attack was strange and erratic.
The people of the six major sects couldn't help but cheer in unison. At this moment, Yin Tianzheng could no longer maintain his clumsy and skillful movements. He also used his lightness skill to fight against the Sound Void Valley's speed.
Suddenly, Mo Shenggu's sword bent strangely and stabbed into Yin Tianzheng's left arm. Blood splattered everywhere, but at the same time, Yin Tianzheng stepped forward sideways. For some reason, his right arm suddenly grew half a foot longer. He brushed Mo Shenggu's wrist and snatched his sword away. His left hand was already pressing on his Jianzhen acupoint.
"Eagle Claw Capturing Hand!" someone exclaimed.”
The Eagle Claw Capturing Hand of the White-Browed Eagle King was extremely famous. It could be said to be one of the best in the martial arts world in the past hundred years. It was unparalleled in the world. Mo Shenggu's shoulder fell into his palm. He only needed to squeeze his fingers and Mo Shenggu's shoulder would be broken into pieces and disabled for life.
The Wudang chivalrous men were shocked. It was too late to rush out to save them.
Fan Sizhe knew that Yin Tianzheng would not be stupid enough to hurt Silent Valley. As expected, Yin Tianzheng sighed and said,""One is too much. How can it be repeated?"
Yin Tianzheng loosened his grip and retreated. He pulled out the sword from his right shoulder and returned it to Mo Shenggu.
Mo Shenggu was stunned on the spot. Although he won first, the other party deliberately did not kill him and did not hurt him. He was stunned for a moment and said,"Thank you for showing mercy, Senior." He had studied the sword art, but in the end, the weapon in his hand had been snatched away by the other party. He felt ashamed and retreated without taking the sword.
"Senior Yin," a middle-aged man said in a clear voice,"I've learned my lesson!"”
This person had a square face, big ears, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.
White-browed Eagle King nodded, his face solemn.""If Great Swordsman Song makes a move, I, Yin Tianzheng, will not lose my reputation if I die in his hands!”
At this moment, Yin Tianzheng was the only one left in the Ming Cult to support them. The situation was extremely critical.
This Great Swordsman Song was naturally the eldest of the Wudang Seven Swordsmen, Song Yuanqiao. Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect had long ignored the secular affairs of the sect. Song Yuanqiao was the actual leader of the Wudang Sect. He had made a name for himself very early on. His martial arts skills and fame were proportional in the martial arts world. When the heroes of the six major sects saw Song Yuanqiao fight, they all revealed relaxed expressions.
This battle was finally going to end!
"Wait a minute!" Fan Sizhe stepped forward. "I am Fan Sizhe, the sect leader of the Nine Suns Sect, and I am willing to fight Great Swordsman Song on behalf of Senior Yin.”
All eyes were on Fan Sizhe.
Everyone was stunned. No one knew what sect this Nine Suns Sect was, and they did not know why this person had jumped out. He actually did not know the immensity of heaven and earth and wanted to fight with Song Yuanqiao!
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