Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 127: The End of the Road, the Decisive Battle is Coming
Frost and snow are flying, the heaven and earth are like a furnace, who is the knife and who is the fish?
The vast expanse of white snow fell all over the reeds, and in a trance it seemed as if the reed flowers had not yet fallen, and were floating in the air.
In the rolling snow curtain, between the lonely heaven and earth, murderous intent suddenly arose, and even the cold wind became more biting.
“Kill!”
"kill!"
…
The flashes of swords and sabers have not yet ceased, but the miles have already been stained with blood.
The hurried footsteps suddenly approached, rising and falling like rain, and figures walked out one by one. They were the members of the Demon Cult.
But everyone stopped.
Because there is no way forward.
An endless lake stretches between heaven and earth.
Eight hundred miles of Taihu Lake.
The lakeside was silent, with only empty fishing boats and the mess on the ground.
"Master, those people are coming after us again."
The spy's voice was like a death warrant, mixed with the cold wind and poured into everyone's ears.
Qiu Xiaolou stood by the lake and turned around to look. The people behind him all had pale faces, were covered with frost and snow, and their beards and eyebrows were frozen. Those with profound martial arts skills could still resist the bone-chilling cold, but some were already shivering.
No matter how stupid he was, he finally understood and realized that this was a trap.
Moreover, those people only surrounded them but did not kill them, as if they were intending to drive them northward.
Moreover, he had discovered along the way that although the ambushing forces had not changed, the people pursuing them kept changing, clearly taking turns in a relay battle; in contrast, these people of theirs kept fighting, wasting their physical strength and morale, and as one gained strength while the other lost, they were already showing signs of defeat.
Qiu Xiaolou's face showed signs of struggle and his eyes were gloomy. Although he didn't want to admit it, he, as the leader of the evil cult, could not escape blame for the current situation.
The Great Elder's face was extremely cold and pale, and he was filled with murderous aura. In his hand was a head that had just been twisted off. The man's facial features were distorted and his eyes were wide open.
The sentimental man behind him said urgently, "Master, we can take a boat to cross the water!"
The old lama looked at Li Muchan and asked, "What do you think, young master?"
Li Muchan's face was also very pale, crystal clear, like an icy soul, but his robe was very red, stained with blood. He said calmly: "We can't retreat anymore. We will fight them to the death here while our strength is still strong."
The Great Elder nodded. If they retreated any further, the Yangtze River would be their burial place.
They couldn't even get on the boat. They could still fight on land, but if they really had to cross the water, what if someone in the lake sank the boat? They, who lived far away outside the Great Wall, were landlubbers. Even if they didn't drown, they would freeze to death and commit suicide.
Li Muchan suddenly said, "Go up the mountain."
His eyes moved, and he saw a temple hidden in the mountains beside the lake. He advised Qiu Xiaolou without blushing or beating his heart, "Why are you depressed, Master? We just lost our power, not our martial arts. With your ability and that of the great elder, plus our people, it's still unknown who will win or lose. We are still waiting for you to take charge of the situation."
"That's right." The Great Elder threw the head in his hand into the lake and agreed with Li Muchan's words. "Master, temporary success or failure doesn't matter. Let's go up the mountain quickly and wait until we are ready, then we can kill them to our heart's content."
He also secretly sighed in his heart that Qiu Xiaolou believed too much in personal strength and regarded this attack that swept the world of martial arts as a fight between masters. He became self-righteous and made many wrong decisions from the perspective of a fight between martial artists, thus ruining his great advantage in vain.
Fortunately, it is not too late now.
Qiu Xiaolou also knew that he could not delay any longer, so he said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's do as the deputy leader said and go up the mountain."
A group of people immediately rushed to the mountain beside the lake.
Suddenly, the Great Elder’s eyes rolled, a red glow appeared, and he leaped into the air, flying over everyone’s heads like a blood-red bat.
Among the crowd, the expression of a believer changed drastically. He turned around and dived into Taihu Lake without hesitation.
But he was still a step too late. A blood shadow appeared in the sky, and the great elder rolled up his sleeves , rolling out a ball of water like a whale sucking water. The man was about to fall into the water, but unexpectedly he was grabbed back through the air.
The man struggled and said in fear: "What is happening, Great Elder? Why…"
The old lama did not respond to him. His red monk's robe spread out in an instant, just like a bat flapping its wings to hunt its prey, and wrapped the man up completely. In the blink of an eye, he had wrapped up the man's hands, feet and body, leaving only the head exposed.
The Great Elder sneered repeatedly, lying on the man, his old cheek trembled slightly, and he suddenly bit the right side of the man's neck fiercely.
"ah!"
“Gulp…Gulp…”
As the great elder's Adam's apple moved, heart-wrenching screams and hair-raising swallowing sounds instantly spread through the wind and snow.
Everyone was horrified and kept silent.
Even Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and felt a palpitation in his heart. He felt as if there was some ferocious beast lurking around him, exuding terrifying malice.
This old guy looks mysterious and like a saint or a monk, but he is not only vicious at heart, but also has weird martial arts skills.
The great elder swallowed and inhaled for a while, and the believer wrapped in the monk's robe began to shrivel up at a speed visible to the naked eye. His screams became weaker, and it seemed as if all the energy in his body was stripped away. He was strong and vigorous just now, but now he was skinny and bony.
Such an incredible scene is really too evil and bizarre.
The Great Elder's pale face quickly turned rosy, and he looked radiant. Even his bald head seemed to have some hair growing on it. He looked a lot younger, and even taller and stronger.
After drinking enough, the great elder raised his head and groaned with satisfaction. He spread out his monk's robes and threw the lifeless bones on the ground, making everyone's eyelids twitch.
A coin happened to fall out from the clothes of the corpse, and it turned out to be a member of the "Money Gang".
The elder's eyes turned red as he straightened his gaze. He glanced at the pursuers behind him, let out a long roar, and rushed out into the air: "You go first, and I will cover your retreat."
Li Muchan immediately rushed to the ancient temple on the mountain.
But the higher they went, the more nervous everyone became when they looked back.
They saw huge flags standing in the wind and snow, with the flags fluttering in the wind. There were the five major sword sects, such as Wudang and Kongtong, as well as various martial arts families, people from the "Qinglong Society" and members of the "Golden Money Gang", all gathering from all directions and surrounding them.
The Great Elder turned into a ball of blood and started killing people indiscriminately, as if he was one man blocking a pass against ten thousand. He killed people and horses, causing screams everywhere.
But this scene ended with the arrival of a figure.
In the wind and snow, a taciturn swordsman walked out.
The swordsman was holding the Xie family's magic sword and wearing the unique clothes of the Xie clan. His face looked a little childish. Although he looked ordinary, he had clear eyes and a restrained spirit. There was a sharp and powerful sword intent surging from his body, which was extremely astonishing.
Here it comes.
The third young master of Shenjian Villa, Xie Xiaofeng... is here.
Behind Xie Xiaofeng, Xie Wangsun followed with a large group of people. In addition to the Divine Sword Villa, the leaders of the five major sword sects and many heads of Jiangnan families were all there.
Several dragon leaders of the Qinglong Society showed up one after another. Except for the mysterious big dragon leader and the dead Sun Wuer, all the rest of the people were present, and their murderous intent was overwhelming.
Ye Kai and Fu Hongxue appeared one after another.
Peacock Villa also emerged from the snow curtain under the leadership of Ximen Rou.
And the Money Gang.
Jing Wuming walked out slowly, wearing a snow hat, but there was no sign of Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Where is Shangguan Xiaoxian?
Li Muchan's eyes moved around quickly, as if he was looking for something. Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his neck and turned around to look back in surprise.
He was looking at Ma Kongqun and the five tigers of the Peng family behind him.
After just one look, Li Muchan took a deep breath, because two of the five tigers were actually women.
Moreover, one of them was slightly lifting the hat in front of his forehead, smiling at him, and taking the opportunity to glance at the Goddess of Bliss behind him.
The Goddess of Bliss seemed to have noticed it as well, and looked back with her almond-shaped eyes, a cold gleam in her eyes.
It turns out that the leader of the Money Gang is right in front of us.
There is the 800-li Zhenze Lake in front and the overwhelming pursuit troops behind, with endless murderous intentions. Is this the end of the road?
