Meng 49 sword

Chapter 144 Ruthless Peak

"Boom!" The ancient clock was still ringing.

Wang Ziling rang the bell with all his might, and occasionally turned his head to look at Hou Muyun who was standing on the mountainside, feeling tense in his heart.At this moment, the bell has just rang, and the monsters are still running from afar, so the mountain is still empty, not a single monster.

But the turbulent beast tide was on the way, Wang Ziling stood at the highest point, and could see it from a distance—they were like an isolated island at this moment, surrounded by turbulent waves, which were about to hit the shore.

But Hou Muyun's voice was very firm, "Knock!"

Knocking a moment earlier is a moment, you can't wait for Meng Qiqi and Liandong to be in place before knocking, if you delay a moment longer, there will be more danger outside, and maybe more people will die.

Hou Muyun only asked Wang Ziling one question: "Are you afraid of death?"

Wang Ziling's thighs were trembling, and he answered him honestly: "I'm afraid."

Hou Muyun was pleased by his honesty, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "What a coward, then you should ring the bell."

Do you have a logic problem, senior?Wang Ziling slandered, but still went. At this moment, he was ringing the bell, as if he was sending himself to Huangquan Road. This feeling is really great.

"Boom!" There was another sound, as if to smash Wang Ziling's grief and indignation into pieces.

If he fucking died here today, he would be a ghost and he wouldn't let that bastard Wang Changlin go!

There's also Meng Qiqi and that pretty girl Lonicera, hurry up!

Soon, monsters rushed over from all directions at the foot of the mountain, just like in the Wang Clan's secret realm back then, but at this moment there were only Wang Ziling and Hou Muyun here.

They have no more companions, and it can even be said that they are seeking their own death.

Wang Ziling took a breath and looked at Hou Muyun on the mountainside.From a long distance, he could only see a vague figure there, one person with one sword, blocking the middle of the road so fiercely.

This was what Prince Lingxiao imagined the hero would look like.

But this is a pale, emaciated hero who will die at some point.

Not long after, the monsters rushed over from all directions, and Wang Ziling stood on the top of the mountain, as if he could feel the oncoming hot wind.It was the wind mixed with the stench of monsters and beasts, and it was not cooled in the slightest by the coldness of the rain.

"Senior!" Wang Ziling was really worried.

Hou Muyun didn't answer him, he didn't have any extra energy to talk to others at this time.His gaze, like that of a falcon, fixedly stared at the monster beast that was about to rush in front of him, he pressed down his legs to stabilize his lower body, and tightened his hand holding the hilt of the sword again.

Nearly.

Closer again.

Hou Muyun stopped waiting and took the initiative to attack.

His sword, named Duanchuan, is made of extremely cold iron.His swordsmanship, called Wuqingjian, is a swordsmanship he created himself during the century-old journey of cultivating immortals.

The first form of the ruthless sword - drawing the knife to cut off the water!

Wang Ziling watched in astonishment that the sword intent on the Duanchuan sword had almost condensed into substance, and then the moment the long sword was swung down, it broke away from the sword body in an instant, and quickly elongated at a speed visible to the naked eye, stopping at the charging monster. Group cut off.

"Roar—" Countless monsters shouted in unison, and the elongated sword light, like a giant sword, with a ruthless and cold murderous aura, chopped off all the monsters that hit head-on like melons and vegetables.In an instant, severed limbs and blood arrows flew together, rendering the halfway up the mountain like Shura hell.

Wang Ziling's eyes widened and he was speechless. This person is too scary. Anyone who can make friends with Zhou Zi is really not a good person!

Hou Muyun raised his sword to kill again, and the monsters continued to charge up on their companion's corpse.

In the icy rain, the blood was quickly flowed down the stone path in the mountain, until it flowed down the mountain, as if a bloody path had been dyed.Hou Muyun's clothes were already completely wet, his face became even paler, and the soles of his shoes didn't know whether the mud or the minced meat of monsters were sticking to them, but none of these could stop him from swinging his sword in the slightest.

"Go away!" Hou Muyun shouted, kneeling on one knee, while the Duanchuan sword pierced the ground, the energy in his body poured into Duanchuan along his arm, and then blasted from the tip of the sword into the ground.

The ground beneath his feet began to tremble.

The turbulent soil and rocks slapped towards the monsters like turbulent waves, and the monsters howled everywhere, some were directly pushed off the cliff, some rolled into the forest, some were buried by the soil, and even worse , was directly pierced through the body by the tumbling rocks.The ones in front squeezed the ones behind, and the monsters trampled on each other, rolling down the mountain like a snowball.

This was not over yet, Hou Muyun drew out his sword, and slashed at the precarious cliff again.Just hearing a "bang", that piece of cliff was cut off by the sword light, and the flying stones and huge mountain fell into the group of monsters. The moment of flying flesh and blood was not enough to describe it with "horror".

It was too fierce, too fierce, Wang Ziling couldn't tell whether it was excitement or instinctive fear, the strength of a master at this level was too terrifying, if one day he could reach this level, how majestic it would be!

"Keep knocking!" Hou Muyun shouted, interrupting Wang Ziling's reverie.He hurried back to his senses and continued to ring the bell.But when the "dong" sounded again, Wang Ziling caught a glimpse of the monster rushing up from another direction in his peripheral vision.

"This way!" Wang Ziling reminded loudly.

Hou Muyun's movements were faster than his voice, and the figure appeared on the other side of the pavilion in the blink of an eye. The long sword swept across, and directly shook it out with profound cultivation without any fancy or skill.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A few monsters fell on the roof below. Hou Muyun raised his sword and stood firm. He turned his head and spat out a little blood foam to the side as if nothing happened. The next moment, the violent figure was like a gust of wind , rushed into the group of monsters and strangled them.

Wang Ziling's heart was beating like a drum, he vigorously wiped the rainwater from his face, grabbed the wooden mallet with his right hand and slammed it like an ancient clock, "Boom!"

When the bell rang, Wang Ziling pulled out the Huntian Pestle, howled and rushed towards the monster.

Die!Try your grandpa my pestle!

At the same time, the monsters near Tianmu Mountain gradually retreated to the secret realm, reducing the pressure on the surrounding monks.Everyone still doesn't know what happened in the secret realm, but they all heard the bell.

"It must be the bell!" A young monk who had participated in the Immortal Knocking Conference shouted loudly.

"Someone must have gone to ring the bell, everyone, work harder, and quickly clean up all the monsters scattered outside!" The senior brothers in charge of the command were all in high spirits.

"Reinforce the barrier in front of every crack, be quick!"

"The extra manpower will go elsewhere! Don't run around, those who are seriously injured hurry up to heal! Hurry up!"

Everyone is wrestling with time, but also with themselves.The young monk was covered with scars, but he gathered his clothes and was still about to run down. The sharp-eyed companion stopped him, and he turned his head to reveal a pair of bloodshot eyes, and gritted his teeth to break away: "Let go of me, Junior Brother Ruofan!" They are all dead, I want to fight them desperately! To avenge my juniors!"

"You calm down!"

Cries of grief and indignation cannot bring back the lives that have been lost, and the same situation happened in every corner of Sichuan.

On a small hillside next to a certain village, several disciples of Tianmu Mountain lined up with other comrades in Sichuan to block the edge of the mountain forest.Everyone was panting heavily, and the leading disciple from Tianmu Mountain couldn't move even with his arms covered.

He knelt on the ground, blood flowed into his eyes from his forehead, but his eyes were still fixed on the front, and at a certain moment, he shouted with all his strength: "Jie Zhen—"

"put!"

Five or six sword formations lit up at the edge of the forest at the same time, and the countless sword lights were like an occasional freezing rain, rushing towards the monsters constantly rushing out of the forest.

In the village, the barefoot farmer stood on the ridge of the field and was so frightened that he lost his voice. The roar of wild animals and the screams of people were more terrifying than thunder, making his heart flutter in the wind and rain.

Continue to flutter.

But when he ran home and packed up his family's belongings to escape, when he looked back, there was still no scary thing escaping from the forest.

That radiant and frightening sword light was like an indestructible fence.Every time it seems to be broken through, but every time it holds up again.

"Go!" The commander who fell to the ground threw out the natal sword that had accompanied him for countless years.The sword fell crookedly in the distance, without stabbing any enemy, but the light of the sword on it was brighter than sunlight.

It was a call to counterattack.

The fence is surrounding upwards, the flesh and blood of a dozen people is a rope that is gradually shrinking, and the swords are the spikes on the rope, repeating the strangling action.

Unknowingly, someone has tears in their eyes, and in the tears, they continue to move forward.

In the forest farther away, two figures jumped out from two big trees, one on the left and the other on the right. The same sparrow landed, and the two stepped on the head of a monster into the mud with great tacit understanding.

Then the toes were pushed hard, the body turned, and the two were back to back, one drew a bow and shot an arrow, and the other chopped horizontally with a big knife.

The sound of breaking wind came from behind them.Tu Youqiong shouted anxiously: "Xiao Yu'er, Aunt Qing, wait for me!"

Tu Youqiong really didn't want to admit that Qinggu and Xiaoyu'er were both younger than him, but in the situation in Shuzhong, he couldn't even match one of them.

Their fighting methods are tacit and efficient, and they kill monsters quickly and neatly. They have completely inherited the fighting style of the little master uncle, which makes it difficult for an orthodox disciple of the immortal sect like Tu Youqi to flatter.

An hour passed, and thanks to the bells from the secret realm, the wandering monsters in Tianmu Mountain were quickly dealt with, giving some monks a precious chance to breathe.

But Chen Boyan, who was still standing at Tiandi Zhenhai Tower, couldn't help frowning, without relaxing at all.

Although the bell continued to ring, he could tell that it was only ringing from one place.Who is it that is ringing the bell now?Can he hold on?

Could that person be Axiu?

Chen Boyan clenched his fists tightly, but at this moment, the next bell did not ring for a long time.The monks who were slumped on the ground felt strange, and quickly stood up from the ground. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Not long after, the monsters that had lost the bell came out of the secret place again.

"what happened?!"

"The monster is back!"

"Everyone be careful!"

No one had time to think about what happened in the secret realm, Xiao Yu'er, Tu Youqiong, and Qinggu, who had learned about the situation from Chen Boyan, became anxious.They quickly resolved the trouble in front of them, and then rushed towards the nearest crack!

In the secret realm, the situation at this time is a bit bad.

Hou Muyun hurriedly spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground, her hair turned white at an extremely fast speed, as if all the vitality in her body was being pulled away quickly.

At the end of the crossbow, this is probably what I said.

Wang Ziling gulped. Although he was in the rain, he felt desolate in his heart, and the earth was about to crack.He hurriedly went to pull Hou Muyun, and the Huntian pestle and hatchet slashed out alternately, and only then did he pull him out from the pile of monsters.

"Senior? Senior!" Wang Ziling was about to die of anxiety. According to the time Meng Qiqi said, they had already lasted for a long time, and the second bell should be ringing soon.

Perhaps as long as it lasts for a while, the bells can be connected into pieces.

"Senior!" Wang Ziling dragged him towards Zhong, but the ground was too slippery and he was too tired, he staggered and almost fell down the mountain.

"Cough, cough..." Perhaps the illness is contagious, Wang Ziling himself began to cough, and there were bursts of tingling pain in the meridians where the energy was excessively consumed.

His hands and feet were soaked in the rain, cold and numb, as if they were no longer his own.

The monster was still rushing upwards, Wang Ziling threw out the life-saving magic weapon and set up a protective barrier, looked down at Hou Muyun, who was as withered as an old tree, and suddenly felt sad.

How invincible and brave Hou Muyun was just now, but now?

Wang Ziling gritted his teeth and dragged Hou Muyun to stand up again: "Senior, hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, I'll carry you up...I'll carry you up!"

Wang Ziling couldn't control anything anymore, and he didn't know what was the use of climbing to the top of the bell, but somehow he felt that he should go up.

Suddenly, Hou Muyun's withered hands clasped his shoulders again, the fingers were too hard, as if they were about to pinch into Wang Ziling's flesh.Wang Ziling didn't care about the pain, and said pleasantly, "Senior, are you alright?!"

Hou Muyun took a deep breath, stood up straight, and then pushed Wang Ziling away: "Go and ring the bell."

The voice was hoarse and low, as if a handful of sand had been mixed in his throat, which made people want to cry.Wang Ziling instantly understood what he meant, but he couldn't move.

"Go!" Hou Muyun turned his head, spots had already appeared on his old face, only a pair of eyes were still burning with a little fire, like a ghost climbing up from hell, roaring in a low voice: " I, called, you, go, knock, the bell, didn't you hear me!"

The monster rushed forward again, biting Hou Muyun's arm, piercing the bone with its sharp fangs.But Hou Muyun didn't seem to feel any pain, just frowned slightly, and then raised his sword to kill him!

Wang Ziling's lips trembled, he hesitated a few times, but he still followed what he said, turned around and ran towards the ancient clock.He stepped on the puddle with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and ran all the way without looking back.

He could see that Hou Muyun had no intention of leaving here alive from the very beginning.

Outside the secret land, the deteriorating situation has increased the pressure on everyone. There are always some monsters that cannot be stopped, break through the siege and break into the plains and mountain towns.Governments everywhere received the news from Tianzhu Mountain and were already trying to deal with it, but it was a monster after all, and only monks were capable enough to kill it.

Everyone's heart was hanging in their throats, and no one dared to relax easily.

"Boom!" Wang Ziling finally ran to the clock and rang the ancient clock vigorously.The melodious bells echoed on the wilderness of the secret realm again, and then passed through the cracks, bringing hope to countless people.

"Boom!" Another sound, Wang Ziling panted and looked back, Hou Muyun's figure turned into a black dot again, submerged in the sea of ​​monsters.

He is laughing.

Countless monsters died and came again, came and died again, and bumped into the ruthless peak named Hou Muyun, causing their heads to bleed.

Wuqingfeng was bleeding, but he was laughing again, laughing at these stupid monsters with no brains, laughing at this evil God, and laughing at all the forces in this world that want him to fall.

He was defeated by Zhou Ziheng's sword, trapped in the labyrinth of sentient and ruthless, unable to advance an inch for more than thirty years.

So what?If he wants to be sentimental, he will be sentimental, if he wants to be ruthless, he will be ruthless, it's none of your business!

Hou Muyun lowered his head and saw his own reflection in the puddle, people are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, so what?

He listened to the increasingly rapid sound of the bell behind him, imagining it as the final drum of war, and raised the Broken River Sword in his hand.It was still the move of drawing the knife to cut off the water. This sword move, which was realized by the stream at the foot of the Wuqing Peak, was not the most exquisite move, but it was the most satisfying to use.

"Senior!" Wang Ziling shouted.

A bit of sword light lit up on the tip of the Duanchuan Sword.The turbulent sword intent was stripped from the blade, but it still seemed to be held in Hou Muyun's hand, turning into a gigantic sword about ten feet long.

The giant sword swung vigorously, "Boom!"

The strong energy centered on Hou Muyun, spread to all directions, and even slapped Wang Ziling all the way, pushing him a few steps abruptly, kneeling on the ground and spurting a mouthful of blood.

Countless raindrops were also scattered by this energy, turning into the most unavoidable hidden weapon, shooting and killing the surrounding monsters one by one!

The entire mountain was trembling.

Wang Ziling got up from the ground trembling, and at this moment, another bell finally came from afar, spanning countless distances.

"Boom!" Meng Qiqi flew in front of the bell, without using the mallet, he kicked it directly.Then he used his strength to turn around, showing his sword to block, "Dang!"

As the two swords collided, Meng Qiqi looked at the face under the hood of Shiqi, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.