Volume 3: The Demon Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 128: What a Show
There was indeed a temple on the mountain, an unnamed Zen temple.
The monks in the temple had fled long before they came in.
Although the ancient temple was a bit shabby and in disrepair, it was still a good place to temporarily shelter from the wind and snow. A group of people rushed in and lit fires to dispel the coldness in their bodies.
Moreover, these people were not in a hurry to find food. They were extremely vigilant. They just grabbed a handful of snow and swallowed it whole. Then they formed a formation to meet the enemy and paid attention to the movements outside.
They are indeed elite.
Forces from all sides gathered at the foot of the mountain, with huge flags raised high, and they were coming in full force.
But these people were in no hurry to attack.
The Great Elder retreated, Qiu Xiaolou also waited attentively, Li Muchan, Ma Kongqun and Duo Qingzi guarded the other three sides respectively and led the people to meet the enemy.
The decisive battle is coming.
No one expected that the Demon Cult, which was so powerful that the Central Plains martial arts world was terrified by the mention of it, would be heading eastwards and would be faced with a decisive battle so unexpectedly just after it began.
Logically speaking, this scene of being at the end of one's rope and being attacked from all sides should have been experienced by the Central Plains martial arts world, and they were the attacking party, sweeping across China, razing the Central Plains, and making all the heroes bow down to them. Unfortunately, now it has all become a fantasy and turned into a dream.
But not yet lost.
The goddess of bliss whispered behind Li Muchan, "She's coming."
Li Muchan nodded: "I know."
At this moment, they were standing on the snowy roof of a Zen room, looking down at the mountain.
On one side was a steep cliff, with a surging lake below. The sharp lake breeze blew on everyone's clothes, bringing a blood-pumping sense of murderousness that made everyone involuntarily clench their swords.
The snow finally subsided.
The murderous intention is coming too .
Under the scattered snow petals, Li Muchan glanced at Shangguan Xiaoxian who was disguised as one of the Five Tigers of Pengmen.
Now that the Demon Cult is showing signs of decline and defeat, why would this person still want to put himself in danger?
For these thousands of elite soldiers? Or...
Li Muchan's thoughts raced as he looked at the wooden box on Qiu Xiaolou's back. Inside was the "Green Jade Wand", the cult's treasure.
What is so mysterious about this thing?
Moreover, who is Shangguan Xiaoxian in Luoyang City?
But these thoughts were quickly suppressed by Li Muchan and no longer important.
What is important is whether his ambition can be realized in this battle.
Suddenly, Li Muchan's mind calmed down, and the evil wind around him surged. He said in a deep voice: "Here it comes!"
The murderous intention is coming.
There were shadows moving at the foot of the mountain, some on the trees and some on the ground, they were coming with great force and cold light everywhere.
Li Muchan pulled off the cloak that was already wet with frost and snow, crossed his two swords and retreated, whispering softly, "Come on!"
The second dragon head came walking on the snow, saying simply: "Kill, leave no one alive!"
The figure hasn't moved yet, but the hidden weapon has already arrived.
Whoosh whoosh! ! !
Before the hidden weapon fell, dozens of figures flew into the air, climbed branches and trees, and descended from the sky like monkeys hanging on vines, and landed in the Zen temple.
Li Muchan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. The knife light turned rapidly, with green light moving forward and cold light circling to the right. He made knife moves on the left and sword moves on the right. The two knives spun like lightning, sweeping down the hidden weapons while the tips of the knives had already pierced the throats of the two men with a trembling sound, cutting one of them in half.
The sky was filled with blood mist.
The decisive battle has begun.
“Kill!”
There were shadowy figures in the mountains and forests, and countless people from the martial arts world swarmed over.
At this time, seeing that Qiu Xiaolou had come to his senses and was determined to fight to the death, those people seemed to no longer care about these elite troops, because they did not want to give the cult leader any chance to breathe, let alone a chance to escape.
If the Demon Cult abandons its pawns to save its king, and Qiu Xiaolou is determined to leave, who in the world can stop that crescent-shaped scimitar?
As long as this man doesn't die, he will make a comeback sooner or later. How can we let the tiger go back to the mountains?
These people have also noticed the change in the situation. Moreover, the people down the mountain have different intentions, and the alliance is destined to not last long. Therefore, they must bury Qiu Xiaolou here today.
Although Qiu Xiaolou lacked in wisdom, his talent in martial arts was truly shocking. At the smell of blood, he was like a tiger out of a cage, with a burning murderous intent. As the sword flashed, corpses fell to the ground one after another, split in half. No one could match him.
Tongtuo and Duoqingzi followed closely beside him, and the great elder was killing people everywhere beside him, killing people as easily as cutting grass.
Only at this time did Qiu Xiaolou display an indescribable power and shocking strength.
This person may not be a good leader or a shrewd leader, but that does not affect his top swordsmanship and unrivaled strength.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened.
The elder suddenly opened his eyes wide with anger, formed a Tantric seal with his hands, and shouted, "Hum!"
Amid the overwhelming blood, Qiu Xiaolou's eyes became blurred and changed, and then returned to clarity.
In an instant, this man seemed to have found his ambition again. He roamed the battlefield, looking down on all directions with overwhelming power. He even changed from being decadent, as if he had become a different person, arrogant and with a shrewd look in his eyes.
"Hmm...why do you want to drink this? It seems to be a Buddhist mantra."
Li Muchan was undoubtedly good at observing details, especially when he discovered that Qiu Xiaolou had such a drastic change after hearing this word, his mood had been quietly fluctuating.
"Heart-shaking technique," the voice of the goddess of bliss suddenly sounded from behind him. Although it was very low, it could not hide her shock. "Sir, the elder is performing the Western heart-shaking technique."
"Mind-scarring technique?"
Li Muchan's eyelids twitched wildly as he listened, and he suddenly remembered something, something particularly important.
It seems that Qiu Xiaolou has twelve personal guards who are his lifelong heroes. Where are they?
There were twelve masters who were able to rival the leaders of various sects. They also mastered the magic blood technique and had first-class killing weapons, but they didn't follow him closely.
Thinking of this, Li Muchan looked at Qiu Xiaolou, who was killing everyone, and the great elder who was almost evil, and the expression on his face gradually changed.
Cheated again?
Li Muchan almost instantly thought of Qiu Xiaolou's meaningful look. He was a little confused at first, but now he finally understood.
This was a big show for all of them.
Li Muchan thought carefully. Ever since he heard the Great Elder learn about the alliance between the "Golden Money Gang" and the "Excalibur Villa" on the way here, he seemed to have been led into a misunderstanding. He subconsciously felt that the north was full of dangers. However, the Great Elder and his men were determined to head north, which made everyone feel that the leader of the Demon Cult was extremely stupid and that he was just walking into a trap.
This also caused Li Muchan to ignore the existence of the twelve people, thinking that they were scattered in Jinling and Gusu and had not yet reunited.
But think about it from another angle, it is precisely because of this that all forces will be mobilized in full force and will be thoroughly lured out.
It turned out that they did not fall into the trap themselves, but the Central Plains martial artists were led into the trap.
After figuring out everything, Li Muchan couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself: "No one in this world is simple. They are all calculating and scheming."
It would be fine if Shangguan Xiaoxian was already very scheming, but now two more people have appeared who even deceived herself.
Each one is better at acting than the other, even using tricks to scare the mind, making it impossible to defend against them.
"Get ready, the offense and defense have to change, we have to kill." Li Muchan suddenly wiped the blood off the blade and said so.
Tieyan and the other two were confused by what they heard, and King Miao was also stunned. It was difficult for them to just defend themselves at the moment, so how could they fight back?
The one who answered them was not Li Muchan, but Qiu Xiaolou.
"Hehehe, Mr. Ghost is indeed very smart." Qiu Xiaolou laughed loudly and boldly. There was no trace of depression on his face. His voice was like thunder, and he was full of domineering. "That's right, the offense and defense must change. I have already ambushed 3,000 elite soldiers by the Taihu Lake, and the 12 death warriors are on standby. Now all the martial arts forces in the Central Plains are out, and they all have to die."
As expected.
Among the mountains and hills, figures appeared quietly like ghosts, and surrounded and killed the several groups of people from both sides.
The situation unexpectedly reversed again.
"Kill him."
Qiu Xiaolou led the way, leaped up, and rushed out of the ancient temple like a tiger descending from the mountain.
Tieyan and the other two, together with Miao Tianwang and Ji Le Tiannu, protected the surroundings. The others also formed a formation as they had retreated before, and attacked and defended in an orderly manner.
A strong smell of blood spread.
Li Muchan also saw powerful enemies on his side. He saw Xiao Siwu flying in the air and walking on the snow, as well as two dragon heads and the holder of the "Eternal Life Sword".
The three of them arrived together, followed by hundreds of members of the Qinglong Society.
"It's really a narrow road for enemies to meet." Xiao Siwu sneered.
Li Muchan raised his knife and said calmly, "That's too vulgar. I think it should be called "When we meet on a narrow road, kill!"
In an instant, the two groups of people collided with each other like two torrents, creating a bloody scene in the sky.
The bloody battle begins.
