"Damned brat, you ruined my plan. If I see you again in the future, I will definitely let you die without a burial place.”
The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were fierce as he spoke with an extremely unwilling expression.
This person was none other than the expert in the middle stage of the Grandmaster Realm who had used the Phantom Yin Finger earlier, but had been severely injured by Jiang Chen's sword.
At the same time, he also had a nickname in the martial world, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand, Cheng Kun.
However, the current him had already hidden in Shaolin and became a high monk of the Yuan generation, with the Dharma name Yuan Zhen.
Furthermore, he was also the one who proposed the plan to kill Lin Yuantu.
Moreover, he had obtained the agreement of many Shaolin Temple experts.
Lin Yuantu used to be a Shaolin disciple. How could the Shaolin people not know about the reputation of the Evil Repelling Swordsmanship?
To cultivate this technique, one had to castrate themselves with a saber.
In the past, when Lin Yuantu joined the Ming Brocade Guard, Shaolin was unable to obtain the Evil-warding Sword Art. But now that Lin Yuantu had left the Brocade Guard, Shaolin would naturally take action.
Although the requirements for practicing the Evil Repelling Sword Art were harsh, it was not important to Shaolin.
Once they obtained this technique, they would definitely be able to produce a large number of experts in a short period of time.
For the sake of revenge, Cheng Kun did not care about the harsh conditions of the Evil Repelling Swordsmanship.
It was also because of this that they joined forces with others to seize the Evil Repelling Sword Art.
However, what Shaolin and Cheng Kun did not know was that although the cultivation speed of the Evil Repelling Sword Technique was extremely fast, the upper limit was only at the late stage of the grandmaster realm.
Puchi!
Cheng Kun spat out another mouthful of blood and spoke in a deep voice with an ugly expression.
"Damned brat, I don't know where he came from. At such a young age, he actually possesses such a powerful force.”
" The plan failed this time. The most important thing now is to recover my cultivation as soon as possible and then rush to Light Summit. If I can't see the Ming Cult being destroyed with my own eyes, how can I dispel the hatred in my heart?”
With that, Cheng Kun's figure flashed and disappeared from where he was.
On the other side!
On the way to Light Summit, Mount Song Sect's encampment.
Zuo Lengchan, the current Sect Master of Mount Song Sect, was sitting in a large tent.
Beside him, a middle-aged man was leaning against the tent, his eyes closed.
This person was none other than the number one expert of Mount Song Sect and Zuo Lengchan's Martial Uncle.
Songyang Iron Sword, Guo Songyang!
Suddenly, a commotion came from outside the tent. Then, a man in his thirties rushed in.
"Sect Head Senior Brother, Martial Uncle Guo, Elder Shan and Elder Feng have returned. However, the plan seems to have failed this time. Other than the two elders, Old Nine, Old Eleven, and Old Twelve have not returned.”
"What?"
"Ding Mian, what exactly happened? Where are the two elders?" Zuo Lenchan immediately stood up and frowned when he heard the words of the person who had just arrived.
Ding Mian, who was also the man who had just barged into the tent, also had an ugly expression.
"Senior Brother Sect Leader, the two elders are now heavily injured and have lost an arm. Not long after they returned, they fainted.”
"However, according to what they said, just as they were about to succeed, a young man appeared out of nowhere and defeated all of them. Old Nine, Old Eleven, and Old Twelve died tragically at the hands of the other party.”
Bang!
"Damn it!"
Hearing this, Zuo Lenchan was instantly enraged.
Not only did his plan fail, but he had also lost three of his junior brothers and even two of his elders were seriously injured. How could Zuo Lenchan not be furious?
Although the Mount Song Sect was the leader of the Five Mountain Sword Sects, its position was in jeopardy after the emergence of Mount Hua Feng Qing Yang in the past two years.
One had to know that Mount Song Sect had twelve Guardians, and each of them was at the Connate Element Condensation Realm.
Among the Grandmasters, other than his Uncle-Master Guo Songyang, there was only him, the Sect Master, and two elders.
Now, they had lost three peak Connate Condensing Yuan experts all at once. Not only were the two grandmaster realm elders seriously injured, but they had also lost an arm.
It was equivalent to losing half of the top combat strength of Mount Song.
With such heavy losses, Zuo Lengchan wished he could tear that young man into pieces immediately.
"Where are the people from Shaolin? Didn't they make a move?" Zuo Lengchan, who was aggrieved and angry, shouted with an unhappy expression.
"I heard from the elder that apart from the leader, everyone seems to be dead.”Ding Mian carefully glanced at his sect leader senior brother and said in a low voice.
"I've already said that Shaolin's people are unreliable. When that Yuan Zhen appeared, I knew that he was scheming.”
"I also advised you not to do this. Now that my Mount Song Sect has suffered heavy losses, what should you do?”
At this moment, a faint voice sounded in the tent.
At some point, Guo Songyang had already opened his eyes. He held his sword with both hands and said calmly.
"Uncle-Master, don't make sarcastic remarks at this time. Shouldn't I do this for our Mount Song Sect?”Zuo Lenchan's face was filled with dissatisfaction and helplessness.
"I know you're anxious, but cooperating with Shaolin is no different from asking a tiger for its skin.”Guo Songyang lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced at Zuo Lengchan. He then shook his head and said," Let's put this matter aside for now. The most important thing now is to attack the Ming Cult.”
"Moreover, ever since Feng Qingyang was born, he has never fought anyone. I heard that Feng Qingyang also went to attack the Ming Cult this time.”
"I have to find out exactly what level he has reached.”
Speaking of Feng Qingyang, Guo Songyang's eyes were filled with fear.
After all, Feng Qingyang was already a sword expert who had dominated the martial world decades ago.
At that time, Guo Songyang had only just started cultivating.
Initially, he thought that Feng Qingyang was already dead. Now that he had reappeared, Guo Songyang was both surprised and delighted.
If he was able to defeat Feng Qingyang, then the Five Mountain Sword Sect would no longer be the sect, and Mount Song would be the leader.
At the same time, his name, Guo Songyang, would shake the entire martial world.
"Sigh…that's the only way."
Zuo Lenchan shook his head and sighed.
………
Three days later, at noon.
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