This tea shed was originally built with thatch. Suddenly, a sneer sound seemed to have a powerful weapon to break through the sky. The "wall" built with thatch was swept open by a sword, revealing six hidden figures.

With a sound of gold and iron clashing, sparks splashed, and a sword forced the golden vertebrae smashed by the red-robed monk.

This swordsman was a middle-aged man with a pale face and a cold expression. His sword momentum changed, like a catkin in the wind, and he stabbed out in a swaying manner.

The monk from the red robe only felt that the sword was coming strangely and erratic, as if aiming at his throat, as well as the eyebrows, heart and other vital points. He could not grasp it for a while and was forced to retreat.

At the same time, the Tong brothers also joined forces to fight against Tan Jiugong and Deng Bingkun. The two sides kicked with fists, fierce and fierce, and made continuous muffled sounds when the force collided.

Tong Banjin shouted: "Tan Jiugong, Deng Bingkun, you two are also famous figures in the world for many years. Why should you be the lackeys of the Qing Dynasty embarrassing?"

Tan Jiugong remained silent. He was known as the "soul-chasing legs". At this moment, his legs were dancing like a circle, linked together, bringing huge pressure to the Tong brothers.

Deng Bingkun sneered: "Good birds choose trees to live in. If you pass your single-plank bridge, I will enjoy my glory and wealth!"

Seeing that the Tong brothers were full of anger, he shouted again: "Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth! It seems that you brothers are powerful, or my monument-opening master is better!"

The middle-aged swordsman with a white face and no beard face was in his hand, flying like a flowing cloud. He enveloped the monk in his moves, and said, "I'll deal with this monk, you can go and save the fourth brother."

When the rest of the people heard this, they bypassed the battlefield and rushed into the direction of the prison van in two directions.

"Want to save someone? Have you asked me if I have, stay with me."

A charming voice sounded, Zhu Tao flew with her hands and her five fingers widened, as if five small snakes were "swishing" and spitting out their letters, flexible and fast, and her body twisted like a big python, and she actually entangled two masters of the Red Flower Club with her own strength.

The incident in the teahouse immediately alarmed the others. Elder Jiang took the lead in reacting, jumped to the carriage, and waited outside without leaving.

The remaining three Honghuahui masters saw Elder Jiang and others and snorted angrily: "The Wudang Sect's reputation for hundreds of years will definitely be destroyed by Baimei."

The other man shouted softly: "Don't care about Wudang. As long as they don't take action against us, there is no need to pay attention to it. Kill in first and rescue the fourth brother."

While speaking, the three of them rose up and took advantage of the fact that the guards could not react and a fierce attack was advanced. As the swords and swords flashed, blood splashed everywhere.

The "Fourth Brother" they mentioned was a leader of the Red Flower Society. They were accidentally caught by the Qing court masters more than half a month ago. The Red Flower Society masters found out the news and made a plan to rescue them halfway. Unfortunately, the time was too hasty and they were not able to mobilize many people.

"Elder Jiang, what should we do?"

The Wudang disciples looked at each other and were a little panicked, especially the four new disciples except Song Mingjing, who had seen this life and death scene for the first time. Looking at the bloody scene, they couldn't help but feel so shocked that their hands and feet were cold and their faces were no longer visible.

Elder Jiang waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't worry about that much, you all gather together and protect the 'Young Master'!"

He looked at the three good players of the Red Flower Association who had entered the officers and soldiers, and showed mercy: "As for these people, they are just seeking death."

Song Mingjing looked up and saw that the three Red Flower Association teamed up, and the defenders were invincible. All the Qing soldiers retreated, allowing them to rush into the center.

It was just that the authorities were confused, and the bystanders were clear. Those Qing soldiers were not defeated. They clearly wanted to retreat, allowing the three of them to go straight to the core, and they fell deeper and deeper.

Thinking of the actions of the monks from the red robe that night, Song Mingjing had a guess in his heart, but was afraid that the one who was imprisoned in the prison car was not their companions, but a trap that led to the trap.

Thinking of this, Song Mingjing shook his head and suddenly said, "It's true that he is seeking death, but unfortunately they may not die!"

A Wudang disciple next to him heard his words and immediately shouted loudly: "Junior Brother Zhang, what do you mean? It's not them who died, are it still us...?"

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly flew back several feet backwards and hit a big tree trunk next to the road. His face suddenly turned pale, his whole body was soft, and he couldn't get up.

In an instant, the eyes of the Wudang Sect were all focused on Song Mingjing, and his face was horrified: "Zhang Yunxu, are you crazy?"

Song Mingjing was calm and calm, ignored the shocked eyes of many disciples, stared at Elder Jiang and said, "My surname is Song, Song Mingjing!"

"What Song is not Song? Aren't you Zhang Yunxu?"

The Wudang disciples felt inexplicable and thought that "Zhang Yunxu" could not stand this cruel killing scene and was stimulated to become crazy.

"return!"

Only Elder Jiang had a serious expression and shouted out his disciples. He took a step forward, confronted Song Mingjing, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"Haha!" Song Mingjing chuckled and pulled off a film-shaped, translucent mask from his cheek, revealing a handsome face. Although it was somewhat similar to Zhang Yunxu's face, the unconcealed flying spirit at this moment was not comparable to Zhang Yunxu's?

Elder Jiang could not hide his shock when he saw such a magical disguise technique.

There is no way to disguise in the world, but it is unique in such a way that it is fake and real, and it is only seen in life.

"You have worked hard to get into my Wudang Sect and now you have been exposed. Why is it?" Elder Jiang said in a cold voice.

"Teaching hard work?" Song Mingjing laughed silently and said with a smile: "The elder is really wrong about this. I didn't have much effort to get into Wudang. As for the fact that it is revealed now, it is because I have to let the elder know who killed you!"

Before he finished speaking, a long sword clashed with a "clang" and Elder Jiang was the first to take action. But when he saw the flash of light, the sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed and instantly stabbed Song Mingjing's chest.

The sword was launched with great speed. Even the Wudang disciples standing beside Elder Jiang were unaware of anything, but this sword suddenly stopped before he could achieve success.

The two palms slapped in the air, locking the sword tightly like iron pliers. Wherever the energy passed, the "collapse" sounded, and the sword had been broken.

"My move is the third move in Wudang's Six Steps. Elder Jiang thought I've learned it?"

Song Mingjing asked casually, his figure rushed forward, and his palm slapped out, and the air made a "pop" sound, as if a firecracker exploded out of thin air. This was the Wudang Taiyi Mian Palm, and the Six Steps of Strike were all asked by him from Qiu Wanqian.

The muffled palm broke through the wind and arrived in front of Elder Jiang in an instant. The latter raised his palms to meet him, and his palms hit each other. There was a stalemate in the air. Elder Jiang's face changed drastically. He felt that the opponent's palm was first like a sword mountain, and it hurt a lot. Then, it was like a torrent of cold wind, rushing in waves one after another.

This clearly means practicing Taiyi Mian Palm to the superior state of combining hardness and softness, and his energy was quite familiar to him, so he couldn't help but blurt out: "Hunyuan Boy Master?! It turns out it's you!"

With a "bang", his arm could no longer bear the force and suddenly broke open, spitting out a mouthful of blood, flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Song Mingjing let out a long roar and jumped towards the Qing court officers and soldiers. His body spread out in the air like a bird. His whole body was filled with energy. A warm current flowed all over his body in the blink of an eye, as if he had broken through some kind of shackles. However, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art was achieved at this moment.
Chapter completed!