"It's a pity, Master Feng. The inscriptions on it have been erased. There's no use finding them..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jiang Wengang complained, and then slapped his thigh as if suddenly awakening, "I know! Monk Yankong collected these ancient relics completely, and then quietly took away the people's hands. It must be

I discovered that the clues on this monument were not what I wanted, so I secretly crossed over to Chencang!"

Feng Daode looked at the ancient stele solemnly, as if he was full of fear of this martial arts senior from the Song Dynasty. His face showed all kinds of emotions, but there was no disappointment as Jiang Wen expected.

The leader of the Wudang Sect turned a deaf ear to Jiang Wen's words and murmured: "The legend about the death inscription on the stele is actually true... Could it be that only ghosts from the underworld can read the words on this stele..."

Feng Daode was in a state of confusion when Jiang Wen suddenly grabbed his shoulders and used Qing Kung Fu to fly up to the beam. He picked up his clothes and sleeves to hide his whereabouts. Even his breathing and heartbeat became long and weak.

As a series of urgent footsteps sounded, a shadow was projected outside the door, and suddenly the door of the remnant hall was opened, and he barged in with cunning movements.

And outside the door behind him, there were a series of Qing soldiers and civilians who fell to the ground and died tragically. A total of dozens of people fell to the ground and died without making a single sound!

Feng Daode gestured with his eyes and asked Jiang Wen why he noticed someone approaching. Jiang Wen mouthed two words in a concise and concise manner - murderous intent.

The intruder was erratic in black clothes. Every step he took was among the shadows in the palace. He was like ripples in the lake. He couldn't see the reality at all. Jiang Wen could only notice his face when his figure was rising and falling.

Wearing a mask, he stood in front of the wordless stone tablet in a daze, watching intently.

And that mask was another one that he was very familiar with. The facial features were upside down and distorted. It was the same ghost-faced person!

Jiang Wen quickly looked at Feng Daode, only to find that he also had the same blank expression. He was observing the situation in the hall with great fear, and his pupils shrank as the other party searched and inspected the stele and extinguished the inscription "Mr. Yanshan's Shinto Stele".

It can be seen that Feng Daode does not know the other party and does not like people who covet the "Nine Nether Scriptures" like this.

Jiang Wen looked at the scene outside the house again. Along the way were the policemen and civilians who died suddenly. This man seemed to have no intention of covering up his whereabouts and started killing as he pleased.

But then he thought, this matter is not that simple.

The ghost-faced man in the same dress secretly caused a storm in the city, stirring up the fragile nerves of all parties. Now this killing will undoubtedly ignite the anger of the Qing court, and the relationship between the Qing court and the Geng family will once again intensify.

contradiction.

And this thing seems to be what the mastermind behind the scenes is happy to see.

With his mind spinning, Jiang Wen raised his head and looked at Feng Daode. As their eyes intertwined, they wrote two identical words with their fingers on the dusty beams.

kill!

At this time, the enemy is as clear as a mantis stalking a cicada and an oriole behind us. If we don't kill the Ghost-Faced Man here, we will miss a huge opportunity!

Seeing that the words came together, Jiang Wen and Feng Daode made no more unnecessary moves. They flew down from the roof beams and used one-hit-kill moves one after another.

Feng Daode restrained his figure in mid-air, and after landing, he jumped out like a civet cat. He was only a few feet away in an instant. His hands were hidden in his night clothes, but his strength was not leaking out. However, when he got closer, he made a move with the force of tearing the wind and roaring rain.

In this state, the five fingers stand upright like tiger claws.

Since ancient times, fists are not as good as palms, and palms are not as good as fingers in the method of killing. Feng Daode takes action and goes straight to the extra-meridian points on the waist and eyes. That is not an area that ordinary laymen can touch during exercise, but the shape of the waist is difficult to grasp and is far away from the opponent.

The source of power from the waist and waist is much closer, and it is extremely difficult to obtain unless you are absolutely sure. However, once you succeed, the enemy will have a narrow escape from death, and will either die or be disabled.

Feng Daode had just shown his prowess with his unique skills. Jiang Wen, who was deliberately half a step behind, arrived immediately and attacked from a flank. He moved close to him in a snake-like manner and struck out brazenly.

Seeing Feng Daode use the skill of punching holes and seizing people, Jiang Wen, who was attacked from both sides, knew that the moves should not be the same to avoid mutual interference and destruction, so he decisively searched for a martial art from the vast sea of ​​martial arts, and used the force of his palm to detonate five feet away.

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Feng Daode suddenly felt a chill hit his face. A palm force was like an overwhelming force, and the cold internal energy rushed over. He was just affected by it, and he was instantly chilled to the bone. The ghost-faced man who bore the brunt was even more cold poisoned into his body, and his tentacles

Cold, Feng Daode's tiger claws are like touching a piece of ice, which means it is bone-chilling.

The ambush was between lightning and flint, and the Ghostfaced Man didn't even have time to react. He was already hit by the two men's martial arts.

Martial arts are all fierce and ruthless, and warriors are second to none. In this case, the ghost-faced man suddenly raised his foot and stepped into a shadow with a strange cry. His whole body started to tremble like a sponge, and his body also changed in strength and softness.

, forcibly broke away from the encirclement and took off into the air, breaking the roof tiles in an attempt to escape.

Feng Daode was inexplicably surprised, and when he saw the strange behavior of the Ghost-faced Man turning back to look at the "Mr. Yanshan's Shinto Monument" which was only one step away before escaping, he gritted his teeth and whispered.

"This person has ulterior motives and must not be left here!"

No further explanation is needed. Jiang and Feng knew the principle of eradicating all evil, so they flew out of the Fayu Hall and followed the ghost-faced man through the thorny forest and crashed into a deserted stone path.

The two of them chased all the way from the stone path east of the main hall of Dingguang Temple. When they saw a square stone pavilion on the mountainside, they had entered the scope of Jiuxian Mountain.

Jiang Wen once saw this road in the daytime, leading directly to the supplementary peak at the top of Jiuxian Mountain. The rocks along the path overlap and form an interesting pattern. Leaning on the railing and looking to the west, the Wushan Mountain is towering green, the ancient pagoda is steep, and there is a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing on a huge rock.

There is a stone carving on the ground, which is the poem "Moon on the West River" written by Xin Qiji while climbing a mountain when he was the magistrate of Fuzhou and the pacifier of Fujian.

The speed of the ghost-faced man is not very fast, and he has obviously been injured by the combined efforts of the two. He only has the advantage because he is familiar with the terrain of Jiuxian Mountain. He can always get one step faster during the twists and turns, but the two of them still grit their teeth to catch up. The strength of the ghost-faced man seems to be

In the end, it didn't work, and there were many strange lags and stagnations in the movements.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this time, an ancient banyan tree appeared on the mountain road with its fibrous roots hanging down and drifting. One tree almost formed a forest. Standing under the mountain rock for an unknown number of years, the tree crown was lush and green, covering the sky.

Block out the sun.

Just when victory was in sight, the ghost-faced man suddenly jumped into the air, jumped into the banyan tree that even seven or eight people could not hold together, and suddenly disappeared.

Feng Daode stood up and was about to climb the tree, but Jiang Wen grabbed him. He swung his sword in the air and struck something as thin as steel with a clanging sound. If he had bumped into it rashly just now,

The only end result would be to have his body cut off.

"Master Feng, how come you can't even recognize the used silkworm silk? The other party seems to have an ambush."

Jiang Wen said with a strange expression: "There must be a hole in the heart of the ancient tree, and that person is hiding inside. Be careful and beware of sudden cold arrows!"

Jiang Wen then jumped up to the tree trunk first, moved the branches and leaves with the ancient bronze sword in his hand, cut off the silk threads hanging between the branches, and indeed broke into a deeply hidden gap between the trees.

In the dark narrow gap, the ghost-faced man seemed to be waiting for work. Facing them, he remained motionless, with an upside-down and terrifying face that seemed to be sneering silently. Jiang Wen sensed that something was wrong, and silently confronted the other party, holding his sword in his hand without saying a word.

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When Feng Daode saw this scene, he raised his hand and was about to strike. His five fingers were like tiger claws pointing towards the fatal point outside the meridian. He showed no mercy from the moment he started, trying to find out where the opponent had the confidence to set up an ambush here.

However, at this moment, Jiang Wen moved a step faster, and struck Feng Daode's tiger claw with his backhand, forcing him back with softness overcoming strength.

"Why stop me!?"

Feng Daode looked at Jiang Wen angrily, "There is clearly no sky silk here!"

"It is rare to see such a scheming person. The escape route left for himself is like a golden cicada escaping from its shell when everything is at an end, Li Daitao's plan!"

In the gap between the trees, Jiang Wen's eyes flickered, and he walked forward slowly. He cut off the silkworm silk behind the ghost-faced man with two swords. When the opponent fell softly, he stepped forward and pulled off the opponent's mask, revealing a

Zhang's face was damaged in many places, but it still looked beautiful and bright.

Jiang Wen was somewhat confident when he spoke, and Feng Daode also frowned and stepped forward, nodded slightly to Jiang Wen, and spit out the name Jiang Wen expected.
Chapter completed!