Chapter 672: Wudang Back Mountain, Where Strong Men Gather

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But facing this sharp sword, these powerful supreme Buddha lights were completely useless.

Tang Linglong's sword had already captured the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Taixuan, and was extremely exquisite.

This sword, like an antelope hanging on a horn and a white horse passing by in a flash, left no trace. At an extremely subtle angle, it passed through the heavy defenses, pierced the monk's protective aura, and then pierced his chest with a sword.

A stream of blood spurted out from the wretched monk's chest.

The monk fell on his back and died in an instant, shocking the others to retreat.

Tsk!

After Tang Linglong hit the target with one strike, she immediately retreated more than ten meters, holding the blood-dripping sword, and shouted coldly: "Whoever dares to offend, this is the end!"

"Witch, you dare to hurt my beloved... beloved disciple, I will never stop fighting with you!"

When Monk Wuchen saw this, he couldn't help but burst into anger, gnashed his steel teeth, and was furious, with murderous aura rising.

The dead disciple was actually his son born after he and a nun practiced happy Zen.

Over the years, he brought him with him in the name of a disciple and doted on him.

But now he was killed by Tang Linglong with a sword, and died tragically on the spot. How could he bear it?

"Witch, you killed my disciple of the Nine-Layered Pagoda. Today, I will also take your life!"

Boom!

An old man actually strode into the courtyard from outside the door.

He was followed by a colorful three-meter-long tiger with hanging eyes, white forehead, and bloody mouth.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and stepped back to make way.

This old man was wearing a long blue cloth gown, but his appearance was mighty, and his aura was as deep as the sea, and it was obvious that he had a strong cultivation base.

"The leader of the Nine-Layered Pagoda, Gong Yile!"

"It turned out to be him! According to legend, during the Republic of China, he was a close comrade-in-arms of the great traitor Wang Jingwei!"

"Don't talk nonsense! This man is extraordinary. He had a divine realm cultivation base during the Republic of China, and now he may have entered the peak of the divine realm!"

"Yes, did you see the old man behind him? That's his disciple, Wan Qili, the leader of the Bamboo Union, the first gang in Formosa Province!"

"Like the big bosses of the Hong Kong Yi'an Society, He Liansheng, and the Number Gang, they are all disciples of the Nine-Layered Pagoda!"

Seeing this, some people exclaimed and were moved.

During the Republic of China, the Nine-Layered Pagoda was the trump card special intelligence organization of the Wang Puppet Government, and it was on par with the Blue Shirts Society and the Green Gang led by Sun Yat-sen's supporters, and Chiang Kai-shek, and its strength was extremely strong.

However, with the collapse of the Wang Puppet Government and the rise of Ye Tianren, the Nine-Storied Pagoda was defeated and Gong Yile left China sadly.

For more than ten years, Gong Yile and the Nine-Storied Pagoda traveled to France, Britain and other places, surviving in the cracks and lingering.

It was not until the 1970s, when Chiang Kai-shek died and the atmosphere in Formosa Province was relaxed, that they settled down in Formosa Province.

After decades of painstaking management, the Nine-Storied Pagoda has branched out and re-emerged.

In Formosa, Macau and Hong Kong Island, the Nine-Storied Pagoda secretly formed and supported powerful associations such as the Bamboo Union, the Four Seas Gang and the Number Gang, with tens of thousands of disciples.

They played black gold politics, were able to control parliament and influence elections. Gong Yile controlled everything from the far reaches of the rivers and lakes to the high places of the temple.

In Formosa Province, Hong Kong Island and the Macao Special Administrative Region, Gong Yile was a terrible existence with a single word and a single hand. In the international Chinese circle, he was comparable to the Xingzhou Chinese Association.

Even the Macau gambling king He Hongchen, the Taiwan shipping king, and Mr. Hong, the boss of Hong Kong and Liansheng, who are rich and powerful, have to be respectful and behave like a disciple when they see him.

"The witch is dead!"

Gong Yile came swaggeringly, flicked his finger, and a green light condensed into a short knife. Tang Linglong shot it towards the lightning-fast.

"Clang!"

Tang Linglong was not polite about this. He swung his long sword and a sword curtain composed of sword light came out continuously.

Snap!

The short knife with green light collided with the sword curtain and broke together. Tang Linglong was shocked and spurted blood and stepped back several steps.

"As expected of Jiang Taichu's disciple, you can actually catch the Qi knife condensed by my 10% cultivation!"

Gong Yile's face showed a touch of admiration.

Although he caught a knife, Tang Linglong was not feeling well. He was already shocked to the point of cracking the tiger's mouth and bleeding.

But she was very stubborn, and she didn't lose the battle, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"Gong Yile, I didn't kill your disciple, don't slander me!"

"If you dare to touch me, my master won't let you go! He will destroy the gate of your nine-story tower! My master is a half-step immortal, and killing you is like killing chickens and dogs!"

"You dead girl, you still dare to be stubborn when you are about to die. Do you know that your master will not come at all!"

Surrounded by many outer disciples, Lin Menghan strode into the courtyard and sneered proudly:

"Your grandfather is already in my hands! Why don't you give up your sword and admit defeat and surrender!"

"Lin Menghan, you attack an eighty-year-old man, do you still have any shame?"

Tang Linglong's face changed wildly, and she saw Tang Guozhu being held hostage by two Wudang disciples, with a sword on his neck.

What made her even more sad was that her master didn't come. Didn't she have any place in her master's heart?

But she thought about it again.

If the master came, he might not be able to handle so many human immortals, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, your master wiped out the Nie family and other three major families in Jinling. I went to investigate, but was suppressed by his power. Isn't it the law of the jungle!"

Lin Menghan said with hatred:

"Now, I am the knife and you are the fish! Little girl, you'd better face the reality!"

Her unusually plump breasts caused many male disciples to widen their eyes and say arrogantly:

"Tang Linglong, abandon your sword and admit defeat immediately, or I will kill your grandfather!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a Wudang disciple who was escorting Tang Guozhu slashed his sword, and blood immediately flowed from Tang Guozhu's neck.

"You are despicable, you are shameless!"

Tang Linglong was filled with hatred.

But in desperation, she could only throw the sword on the ground.

"Linglong, run away quickly and leave me alone!"

Tang Guozhu was shocked when he saw this.

"Grandpa, I can't run! If I run away, what will you do?"

Tang Linglong said with tears.

Several Wudang disciples immediately stepped forward and tied him up with handcuffs and ropes full of Dao patterns.

"Despicable? So what? Just kill Jiang Taichu, that's enough!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Menghan was very proud and mocked with disdain:

"In addition, I want to thank you for killing several people in a row. In fact, many forces are not necessarily enemies of Jiang Taichu. But if you kill them, I'm afraid they will also have to kill Jiang Taichu!"

"I didn't kill anyone from beginning to end!"

Tang Linglong said angrily:

"Despicable and shameless people, if you want to kill me, then go ahead and kill me. There is no need to find so many fair and upright reasons! I'll put gold on your face!"

"Kill you, what do you have to kill? Our target is Jiang Taichu!"

Lin Menghan held the sword with both arms, smiled proudly, and said proudly:

"In this Wudang Sect competition, the leader said that he would pass on you, so in order to attract Jiang Taichu, he was cut into pieces!"

"But I didn't expect that this guy is so cunning that he actually acted like a turtle. But is it okay if he doesn't come? If he doesn't come, we will chop off one of your hands and feet every day until he comes to Wudang!"

"And when the time comes, he will be surrounded by many people, and all the gods and immortals will come out to kill him without leaving a trace behind!"

"What? I am responsible for all the work. Just kill me. Don't harm my master!"

Tang Linglong's face changed with shock, and her heart was filled with despair.

Unexpectedly, the other party had already noticed everything, and the plan was so far-reaching and vicious.

It is said that the master's current cultivation level has reached half a level of human immortality.

However, there are many powerful people such as Master Wuchen of the Diamond Temple, Chen Anping, the headmaster of Wudang, Gong Yile of the Nine-Storied Pagoda, who are in the divine realm and half-step immortals. If the master comes, he may not take advantage.

"Put it down!"

Lin Menghan was too lazy to talk nonsense. With a wave of his hand, several disciples escorted Tang Linglong to the dungeon in the back mountain.

At this time, suddenly, an angry voice sounded: "Stop! How dare you offend Jiang Taichu's disciples?"

I saw a young man in Tsing Yi coming out of the crowd and shouting angrily like a thunderbolt, which made everyone's eardrums roar and their heads were dizzy.

Behind him, there was also a middle-aged man who looked very ordinary, with an expressionless face.

This is Jiang Tian who has transformed into the image of Xiao Wei, but most people will naturally not notice him.

"Who is this person?"

Many people stared at Zhang Qianlei and exclaimed.

"You, aren't you Tang Guozhu's guard? How come you are a martial arts master?" Lin Menghan couldn't believe it.

"It turns out to be Zhang Qianlei, the Heavenly Master of the Republic of China! An old friend has come to greet me, but I feel so far away to welcome him!"

Seeing this, Gong Yile moved slightly and cupped his fists.

This man has black hair like a waterfall, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, majestic weapons, and overwhelming domineering power. Who is this man if not Zhang Qianlei?

"What? He is Zhang Qianlei!" Lin Menghan's face changed wildly.

The Longhu Mountain Celestial Master Sect was originally a semi-hidden sect, but was suppressed because it served as Jiang Gong's Celestial Master. The sect's inheritance was almost cut off, and it has now been reduced to a scenic spot.

But in the Republic of China, Zhang Qianlei was as famous as Chen Anping. How could she not be surprised?

"Old Gong, you and Wang Jingwei are both traitors, don't get close to Taoist Master!"

Zhang Qianlei smiled disdainfully and said:

"Hurry up and let him go. Otherwise we will crush Wudang's back mountain!"

"Chen Guzi rotten sesame seeds, don't mention it again!"

When Gong Yile heard this, his old face turned red, feeling ashamed and angry.

Then his eyes turned cold and he asked in a deep voice: "Brother Lei, are you really going to stand up for Jiang Taichu today?"

"So what?" Zhang Qianlei said tit for tat.

Master Wuchen snorted coldly and said:

"Zhang Qianlei! Didn't you lose to Jiang Taichu? Why do you want to speak for him and be his lackey? Do you want to save face?"

"Lao Jiangxiongxiong and I cherish heroes, but we shook hands and made peace after a draw, as brothers, you know nothing, bald donkey!"

Zhang Qianlei cursed loudly, then raised his hand and pointed at Lin Menghan and said: "You stinky girl, why don't you let me go!"

Lin Menghan was originally afraid of Zhang Qianlei.

But she thought that in the Wudang Dojo at this time, with so many masters, brothers, and allies present, how could Zhang Qianlei dare to lay a finger on her?

"Who do you think you are, you dare to order me! I won't let you go, so what can you do!"

Little Princess Lin Menghan's temper exploded, she straightened out her undulating chest, raised her jade-white chin, and snorted proudly.

"You big-breasted and brainless bitch, I've tolerated you for a long time!"

Zhang Qianlei glared fiercely, raised his hand and shot a flash of lightning towards Lin Menghan.