Chapter 9 Blood Wash Tieshan Temple

The sky is slightly white, and all the disciples in the temple have already got up to sharpen their swords and prepare for today's fierce battle.

Everyone knows that this is a hard battle today. The opponent is Wu Kui, the current imperial master. This man's martial arts skills are strong, cruel and ambitious. Today, he will lead troops to seize the treasure of his family, the swordsmanship. I'm afraid that if he seizes and learns, with his ambition, the world is bound to be in chaos. In the situation, the people will not live, and those who suffer will suffer. It is the people of the world.

More than a hundred disciples gathered on the martial arts field, and the host abbot and Master Yuan, as well as Uncle Mu and Uncle Fang came out.

Although the abbot is nearly sixty years old, because he is a martial arts practitioner, he is more healthy than ordinary people. He looked at his disciples and said, "Today is the day of great trouble for the master. If you want to leave, you can leave from the back mountain immediately. Wu Taishi's people are already on the way. If you want to go, go quickly!"

Master Yuan saw that none of the disciples were willing to leave: "If you want to leave, go quickly. Today's battle is a fierce battle. Masters all know that the disciples are reluctant, but if they don't leave, they can't leave."

"Master, don't persuade me. If you don't leave, we won't leave. The disciples are vowing to protect the master."

"Yes, we won't go, we'll go together..."

"We are not greedy and afraid of death. We will swear to protect our teachers."

"Vow to protect the master to the death... I vowed to protect the teacher to the death..."

At this time, a disciple ran over in a hurry: "Master, the master's men and horses have arrived at the foot of the mountain, and they will be here soon."

Master Yuan turned his head and said, "Brothers, you should protect the abbot and leave the secret channel if necessary."

"Don't worry about me, it's not that you can't fight. You protect your disciples and the sword spectrum," the abbot looked at Master Yuan: "Can the sword spectrum be handed over to...?"

"Abbot, don't worry, I have handed it over to him, and before that, he has learned the 28th formula from the old man Murong Feng."

"Uh-huh..." The abbot nodded.

"Apprentices, since you don't choose to share difficulties with your teacher, be ready to fight at any time!" Master Yuan said and walked to the courtyard door: "Open the courtyard door and let them in."

The door of the courtyard opened, and Wu Taishi's people and horses had arrived in front of the door. When they saw the door of the courtyard open, they were invited to enter.

Wu Kui led people into the temple. Seeing that the abbot did not seem to intend to hand over the sword score, he frowned slightly and groaned, "Abbot, where is the sword score?"

The abbot's dark and deep eyes looked at Wu Taishi and said coldly, "To tell the truth, Wu Taishi's sword score has been lost for many years."

Wu Taishi waved his hand, and his men immediately surrounded the whole temple.

"The monks don't lie. I don't think the abbot will blush when you tell a lie!" Wu Kui stared at the abbot with a sneer on his face.

"The sword score has indeed been lost for many years, and Lao Ya can't hand over the sword score." The abbot is not in a hurry.

"It seems that you are toasting and not drinking!" He stared at the abbot coldly and turned to his men beside him and said, "Search for me, search carefully."

"Presumptuous! Is the temple casually searched? Master Yuan roared, "Who dares to go forward?"

Abbot: "Let them search!"

Master Yuan: "Abbot..."

The abbot raised his hand and motioned him not to say anything more.

"Search for me..." Under Wu Kui's order, his subordinate Lin Yuan took the two teams to search separately.

In the process of searching, the two sides are facing each other.

"Abbot, you'd better hand over the sword score, so that it won't be cost-effective for such a large group of disciples to lose their lives for this sword score!" Wu Kui sneered and pointed to the disciple below with the whip in his hand.

"If there is no sword score, how to hand it over?" The abbot kept plucking the Buddha beads in his hand: "Amitabha Buddha."

Wu Kui snorted coldly: "If you don't hand over the sword score today, even Buddha can't save you."

Master Fang shouted to Wu Kui angrily, "Buddha is quiet. Wu Taishi is a teacher of a country. How can he be so unreasonable that he is not afraid of the Buddha's sin?"

"Bold, how dare you be so rude to me." Wu Kui was like an enraged lion, squinting his eyes and staring at Master Fang coldly.

"Well, if you are self-respecting, who can be rude to you?" Master Mu's voice sounded like thunder.

Wu Kui couldn't help turning his head and looking at him. This man's internal strength was extremely difficult to deal with.

At this time, Lin Yuan came out empty-handed: "Master, I have never found it."

"The abbot must have hidden the sword. It's not easy to find such a big temple." Wu Kui said softly to Lin Yuan, "When you fight later, you should be careful to prevent someone from slipping with a sword."

Lin Yuan: "Yes"

"Abbot, I will ask you for the last time, will you hand in the sword score or not?" A murderous anger in Wu Kui's eyes looked directly at the abbot.

"The old man can't hand it over," the abbot said, still touching the Buddha's beads.

"In that case..." Wu Kui looked around coldly and shouted, "Kill me, I won't leave one."

The two sides suddenly got together, and the whole temple was full of fierce fighting.

Shouting to kill the sky, the blood keeps splashing.

The abbot and Master Mu tried their best to deal with Wu Kui, while Master Yuan and Master Fang dealt with Lin Yuan, Li Gu, Duan Zhenghan and others under Wu Kui.

Ling Tianhong's brothers struggled to kill, with swords and shadows, with bursts of blood fog, and the air was full of a strong smell of blood.

The temple in the past was clean today, but today it is like boiling pot water, with people fighting everywhere; even the tall Buddha statue is splashed with a little blood, but the Buddha statue still stands upright and seems to be looking at the greed of the world coldly.

Tieshan Temple can no longer smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, only a strong smell of blood, the broken limbs on the ground are miserable, and the blood has stained the temple red.

After a fight, both sides have been killed and injured by more than half, and the abbot's physical strength is gradually weak. Although Master Mu's internal strength is strong, he is also difficult to defeat Wu Kui, which is obviously at a downfall.

Master Yuan saw that the abbot and Brother Mu had obviously fallen behind and shouted, "Tianhong, go and help the abbot."

Ling Tianhong opened a bloody road to the abbot. At this time, the abbot's left shoulder was injured. He took Wu Kui's move and shouted to Master Mu, "Uncle, please help the abbot down first. Wu Kui gave it to me."

Wu Kui saw that he was actually a young man and didn't pay attention to it: "It's not a small tone. Let me see if you have the ability to fight against me."

"Old man, you are so old, and you still want to learn peerless swordsmanship. Everyone knows what your heart is. How can you succeed?" Tianhong's fierce sword spirit was full of murderous intent and went straight to Wu Kui's throat.

After a confrontation, Wu Kui was a little surprised: "I can't see that you are young but have such martial arts skills. I'm going to have a good fight with you today."

"The old man is talking a lot of nonsense. Look at the sword..." A sneer on Tianhong's face

The two swords met each other and hit a burst of Mars. Ling Tianhong's arm shook, and with a sword spirit, it came straight to Wu Kui.

"Hmm..." Wu Kui snorted coldly and jumped up. In the air, a sword front turned straight to Tianhong and stabbed Tianhong. Tianhong raised his sword and retreated several steps in a row. Seeing that there was no way to retreat, there was a wall behind him. He hurriedly climbed over Wu Kui's head and fell behind him.

Wu Kui immediately turned around and split his side with a sword. Tianhong's sword move had changed. The combination of man and swordsmanship was very wonderful. The sword light was like a silver and white rainbow flying towards him. Wu Kui was suddenly shocked. Why had he never seen this swordsmanship? He was unprepared this time. If he hadn't worn soft armor, he would have been hurt by the sword gas.

"Bad boy, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"It's okay for the old man to tell you that this is a shameless old thing like 'Lingfeng Sword'." There was an uncontrollable anger in Ling Tianhong's eyes.

"It seems that there are a lot of good things in Tieshan Temple. In addition to 'jumbership', there is also this powerful 'Lingfeng Sword'." Wu Kui's eyebrows twisted into pimples, and the blue veins on his face were pounding.

"Old man, you're wrong. This 'Lingfeng Sword' is a swordsmanship taught by people in a world that is not the swordsmanship of Tieshan Temple." Ling Tianhong told a little lie.

At this time, there was a sneak attack behind him. Tianhong's sword did not look back and stabbed into the waist of the sneaker, and suddenly blood surged like a spring. Wu Kui took this opportunity to take Tianhong's throat with a cold light. Seeing this, Tianhong pulled the sneaker in front of him. Wu Kui's sword stabbed into the sneaker's throat. The sneaker suddenly lost his life.

Wu Kui's eyes narrowed slightly and showed a cruel light. With a move of 'West Wind Roll', the sword wind rolled up the blood-stained fallen leaves on the ground and flew all over the sky, and the sword front stabbed straight to Tianhong.

Tianhong sneered and raised the twenty-second type of Zhenqi Lingfeng Sword 'Aolong Chasing the Moon'. With a dazzling sword light, the fallen leaves that originally flew all over the sky flew to Wu Kui like a flying knife.

Wu Kui was shocked by his powerful swordsmanship. A swallow turned over the clouds and dodged the knife-like fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves stabbed on the wall one by one.

Before Wu Kui stood firm, Tianhong used the 18th type of "Meteor Holding Moon" of the "Lingfeng Sword". It was all shrouded under the light of his sword within two feet, and countless light and shadows were killed or injured. Wu Kui stepped back a few steps to avoid the light and shadow. He could not think that although he was young, he had such a profound swordsmanship, which really underestimated the enemy.

Tianhong's several moves 'Lingfeng Sword' made Wu Kui no longer dare to act rashly, but deal with it carefully. However, Tianhong became more and more profiant. Wu Kui couldn't help screaming secretly. He jumped to the side and roared at his subordinates: "Moving the rescuers" then jumped forward to lead Tianhong.

Seeing that the other party was going to move the rescuer, Tianhong kicked up the long knife on the ground, and the long knife shot directly behind the rescuer who was about to move the rescuer. It sank deeply into his body and immediately fell down.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan jumped up and climbed over the wall and quickly left.

Tianhong shouted in his heart that he couldn't help. The other party moved the rescue soldiers, and the brothers were already tired, dead and injured. Another group of enemies could no longer deal with it, so they couldn't help using the twenty-seventh type 'chasing the tiger in the wind'.

The sword in Tianhong's hand was waving rapidly. The silver-white sword light was like a small sword shot at Wu Kui, and the sword front also chased him. Wu Kui danced the long sword in his hand and resisted the sword light flying towards him. He only had the ability to resist but no power to fight back.

Tianhong's sword front followed him closely. Wu Kui resisted the flying sword light, but he didn't have time to avoid the following sword. His right arm ate Tianhong's sword abruptly, and the long sword ran through his right shoulder. His left hand stretched out a palm and hit Tianhong's chest. Tianhong suddenly retreated a few steps and surged up. Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Wu Kui was seriously injured and did not dare to fight again, so he had to greet his men to protect him and withdraw from the courtyard.

Seeing that Tianhong suffered internal injury, Master Yuan had no intention of fighting again, he hurriedly asked his disciples to close the gate and helped the injured disciples into the inner hall.

Ling Tianhong covered his chest and said anxiously, "Master, Wu Kui's rescuers will arrive soon. It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time."

Master Yuan turned around and counted the remaining disciples, not more than 30. The losses in this battle were too heavy. Now the abbot has also been injured, and the disciples are exhausted and can't fight anymore.