Chapter 102 Final Battle on the Top of Mount Hua

The head of Huashan School found that Ling Qianxue was looking at him and did not dare to be presumptuously in front of many heroes. He wanted to welcome him. However, this angry word was the key time. It was not the case to change the topic and greet people. From another perspective, Ling Qianxue is just one of the Aojian Villa. Master, do you have to say hello to her?

Lei Wanzhi, the leader of the Wulin League, did not pay attention to Ling Qianxue at all. Although he had met him, he had forgotten it for a long time. He looked at Ling Qianxue and asked, "Who is this hero?"

Ling Qianxue said coldly, "The leader of the martial arts alliance is indeed a noble man who forgets things. Have you once brought Zhang Qingfeng and Void Master to our Aojian Villa with the head of the Wuyue Sword School and forcibly took away a groom of my Aojian Villa with some trumped-up charges? Have you forgotten this?"

Lei Wanzhi said, "So you are the owner of the Aojian Villa, Ling Qianxue?"

"Not bad!" Ling Qianxue glared at these people and crossed the face of the Void Master. The Void Master looked puzzled and expressed puzzled. Ling Qianxue's tone was as cold as ever. "You talk about the world and morality, and you know what you have done that is not as good as pigs and dogs."

Master Void stepped forward, put his hands together, bent down politely and said, "This female donor, the poor monk doesn't know what you're talking about? The poor monk has never left Shaolin this year, let alone been to the so-called Aojian Villa. The whole Shaolin Temple can testify.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ling Qianxue pulled out his sword and said, "You hypocritical gentlemen recently."

The wine monk, the disciple of Master Void, stopped and stood in front of Master Void and said loudly, "Hey! I think you are a woman. I won't fight with you. My master really hasn't left the Shaolin Temple. Don't spit blood.

In the distance, someone immediately shouted at the "side door left road" who watched the hustle and bustle: "Lei Wanzhi, the leader of the martial arts alliance, has admitted it. Why are you still sophistry here, a monk of Shaolin Temple? Is what Lei Wanzhi said to fart?

A man under Lei Wanzhi shouted, "You indiscriminate guys, stop talking nonsense here. Be careful that I cut off your heads with one sword."

Lei Wanzhi also wanted to show a good image in front of everyone and said, "Don't be rude. I have indeed been to the Aojian Villa in Youzhou City. That's to catch the demons in the martial arts. This man is the minions of the demon religion and lurking in the Aojian Villa. We are just doing harm for the martial arts."

"Amitabha." Every time Master Void speaks, he should add these four words, "Lord Lei Shi, has the poor monk ever been to Aojian Villa?"

The head of the Songshan School looked ugly and said, "Don't mention this, don't mention this. Han Ruoli of Aojian Villa in Youzhou City was originally the minions of the magic religion, but unfortunately he slipped away halfway. Aojian Villa is so protected, mostly led by Meng Ranlan, the owner of Aojian Villa. Our Wuyue Sword School will return it to it. Wulin is fair.

"Hey!" The drunken shouted, "Lei Laoer, make it clear that my master hasn't been out of Shaolin Temple for a year. When did he go to Youzhou City Aojian Villa?"

Lei Wanzhi snorted coldly and knew that the incident was not so bright. He thought to himself: The old monk wanted to shirk everything. As the leader of the martial arts alliance, he could order all the major sects in the martial arts to be afraid that he would be an old bald donkey? Thinking of this, Lei Wanzhi said, "Master Void is really forgetful. That time I went to Aojian Villa in Youzhou City. Although I arrived a day late, I did see that you and the head of the Wuyue Sword School and Mr. Zhang Qingfeng of Qingyun Pavilion were already there."

Master Void looked at the head of the Huashan School. As the head of the Wuyue Sword School, he will naturally know this. The head of the Huashan faction said to Ling Qianxue as if he didn't see the eyes of Master Void Master, "What happened last time was indeed a little too much. I hope you can forgive me. At present, except for the white-haired banshee in the world, when we discuss together how to deal with the white-haired banshee, and then explain the last case to you in detail."

Ling Qianxue thought that these people were acting and asked, "What do you want to do with this white-haired banshee?"

When the head of the Huashan School saw the topic, he rushed to say, "If you catch this white-haired female, you will use its blood to pay tribute to the martial arts heroes who died in her swordsman and avenge the martial arts heroes. Isn't that the case?"

The people under the stage shouted: "Kill the banshee, sacrifice the hero, kill the banshee, sacrifice the hero..."

Ling Qianxue said, "I also have two disciples to sacrifice, but not with the blood of the white-haired banshee, but with your blood--" After saying that, the sword in Ling Qianxue's hand came out of the sheath and penetrated deeply into Zhang Qingfeng's heart. When the sword came out, it burst out with blood.

"Ah--" The leader of the martial arts alliance hurriedly jumped back from Zhang Qingfeng, and the sword in Ling Qianxue's hand had crossed over.

The stage were all masters in martial arts. As soon as Ling Qianxue's sword came out, he suddenly felt the fanaticism in his body spread little by little, and his hair fell like silver silk in an instant, and his blood-red eyes exuded endless murderous intent.

The people under the stage retreated one after another. In Ling Qianxue's eyes, these people should all die. Their eyes were so blurred that they could not see who was who they were. As long as they were close to them, they should all be killed!

The head of the Huashan School has hated the "white-haired banshee" to the bone. The revenge of killing the woman can't be revenged. He rushed forward, and the blade of the sword touched the sword in Ling Qianxue's hand, splashed sparks, and the people around him retreated one after another.

Ling Qianxue's 'nine-hole swordsmanship' has its own uniqueness. The moves are all killing moves without any mercy. Huashan School's swordsmanship claims to be the sharpest swordsmanship of the Wuyue Swords School. Under Ling Qianxue's attack, the head of the Huashan School can only retreat steadily, only fighting without fighting back.

Yan San Shao's eyes were straight on one side. Ling Qianxue's sword was too fast, completely beyond his expectation. What was more terrible was that Ling Qianxue's movements were getting faster and faster. After a few faces, the shoulders, chest and eyebrows of the head of the Huashan faction left scars. The head of the Hengshan faction couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed up to help. Ling Qianxue turned around with a sword and killed him at an impossible angle.

The speed of this sword is as fast as lightning, and everyone is thinking about it. If it is themselves, can they avoid it?

Lei Wanzhi became wise in a hurry and shouted loudly, "The white-haired banshee turned out to be the master of the Aojian Villa, the martial arts hero. It shows that it's time for you to reach out your hands and kill this white-haired banshee with me."

Lei Wanzhi shouted loudly, but his movements were very slow and did not rush up at all. Those stupid people were really obedient. Several people nearby died in a blink of an eye. Ling Qianxue locked the figure of the head of the Huashan School and rushed straight to the head of the Huashan School.

At this time, the head of the Huashan Sect already knew why the 'white-haired banshee' hated them. He turned around with his sword to block it, and Ling Qianxue's sword chopped down against his sword...

"Ah--" The head of the Huashan faction screamed and saw his sword and half-broken arm fall on the ground, and the sweat on his face dripping down.

In the distance, those so-called "evil door crooked road" stunned. Ling Qianxue had not stopped, and the pace under her feet was also unheard of and seen. In the blink of an eye, Ling Qianxue had stood in front of the head of the Huashan faction, and the sword in his hand was the same move, from the bottom up, from the bottom, from the bottom to the bottom. Wearing, the tip of the sword appeared in his throat.

Such a cruel way of killing made Zhong stunned.

"What a powerful sword!" Yan Sanshao looked at Ling Qianxue. In the conversation just now, he already knew the relationship between Ling Qianxue and Han Ruoli and had a better impression on Ling Qianxue.

"Let me do it!" The drunken monk jumped behind the head of the Huashan sect and pulled the head of the Huashan sect back. Ling Qianxue's sword flower opened the chest of the head of the Huashan sect. This time, he was completely dead. The drunken monk took the opportunity to slap Ling Qianxue's shoulder, and Ling Qianxue flew back. Falling to the ground, the sword of the leader of Mount Tai sent stabbed him.

Ling Qianxue rolled around on the ground to dodge the sword of the head of the Taishan School, grabbed the medicine bottle given to him by Tang Ziyan, and swallowed all the medicine that improved his martial arts skills. He felt that there was infinite energy in his body and was waiting for the outbreak. The head of the Taishan School saw that Ling Qianxue was hit by a drunken monk, and thought to himself: the opportunity to make contributions. The meeting is coming. The head of the Huashan Sect is dead. If I kill this white-haired banshee, the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect, I will be the only one. Thinking of this, the head of the Taishan faction was even more excited and stabbed him with a sword.

Ling Qianxue's body suddenly disappeared in place. Everyone could not see where she had gone. They only felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing on her face and looked along the smell. More than a dozen people on the stage stood still.

Ling Qianxue shuttled through the crowd and took people's lives wherever she went. In a blink of an eye, she had reached the edge of the high platform, and the sword in her hand stabbed the chest of the person in front of her heavily.

"Kka." With a crisp sound, the sword in Ling Qianxue's hand was broken into several pieces, each section was almost an inch long, and the hilt was still held in Ling Qianxue's hand and against the drunken's chest.

The drunkard laughed, "Little girl, haven't you heard of the iron cloth shirt?" He patted his hands forward and hit both sides of Ling Qianxue's head with endless internal force. This time, only used three points of force. If he tried his strength, Ling Qianxue's head had been broken. Although it was three points of force, it also stunned Ling Qianxue and fell to the ground.

With the fall of Ling Qianxue, the people who were killed by Ling Qianxue just now also fell one by one, all with swords in their throats. Originally, there were 30 or 40 leaders on the stage, but now there are only about half left. The leaders of the Hengshan faction, the Taishan faction and Huashan faction all died under Ling Qianxue's sword.

The head of the Songshan faction and Lei Wanzhi hurriedly poked over and found that Ling Qianxue was not dead, but fainted by the drunkard. He hurriedly took the sword and shouted, "Let me eliminate the harm of martial arts and avenge many dead heroes." With that, the body sword stabbed down.

The drunkard raised his leg and kicked the blade of the head of the Songshan School. The sword of the Songshan school was short several times, and the whole person retreated several steps. Lei Wanzhi looked at the drunkard in surprise and asked, "What does this mean?"

"Amitabha." Master Void put his hands together. "There is one thing that the poor monk didn't understand. Please raise your hands. When this woman wakes up and the poor monk asks clearly, he will give it to the handling of the hero Lei."

Everyone guessed what Master Void was going to ask, but Lei Wanzhi was calm and said, "Then let him live for a moment. It's all the people of Aojian Villa. All the heroes, let's go to Aojian Villa to get justice."

The head of the Songshan Sect found that the head of the Wuyue Sword Sect was almost dead. If you really want to investigate it, you will naturally stand it. Zhang Qingfeng's boy is dead. This big black pot must not be carried by yourself. At present, the best way is to kill Ling Qianxue, but you need to find a high-sounding excuse... ...It's better to fail than to make a good excuse...

The head of the Songshan faction pretended to step forward inadvertently, kicked a broken blade with the soles of his feet, and flew straight to Ling Qianxue's head...