The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 214 Fierce Battle

After leaving the ice room, they took another walk outside. The snow was still falling heavily. They didn't find anything unusual, so they decided to go back.

At this moment, a long howl was faintly heard from the middle of the mountain on the distant Kunlun Mountains.

A few people looked over there, and saw two figures fighting at the junction of snow and dark green on the distant mountain.

Jiumozhi said: "It was that monk and the man in white. I don't know where they went to the mountain from."

Huo Linglong said, "That cave is complicated and has many passages. He must have gone in that direction. We'll give him a good beating once we catch up with him."

Wu Xiong asked, "What hatred do these two have? Why did they chase each other for so long and even fought to the death?"

The little girl chuckled twice at this time: "Do you think they have anything to do with those frozen corpses in the cave?"

Wu Xiong said: "Those corpses have been dead for thousands of years, how could there be..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed: "There are monks in the cave, people wearing Hanfu, and signs of mutual destruction. There are also words on the wall. What about these two..."

Jiumozhi's expression changed when he heard this, and he looked at Zhao Ti: "Donor..."

Zhao Ti nodded: "Let's go over and take a look."

Several people used their lightness skills to fly towards Kunlun Mountain. Although they could see the scenery on the mountain from here, it was actually not very close. It was only because the plateau was open and the light was sufficient that they could see what was there.

By the time a few people arrived at the mountain over there, the battle was about to end.

The white-clothed man's sword was cold and emitting sword energy, as if it was invincible. His body was enveloped by invisible energy, and when the sword was swung, the light was like frost and snow, and it seemed to shatter the air around it.

The monk could only defend himself at this moment and had no power to fight back. He was forced to retreat again and again by the man in white. He was caught in a dilemma. His monk robe was cut by the sword energy in several places. His short staff's resistance movements became slower and slower. Every time he tried, he was in danger, as if he would be pierced by the sword in the next second.

When they got here, the two of them had already noticed it. The monk yelled, "There are outsiders coming. Do you still want to fight?"

The man in white sneered: "Kill you first, baldy thief."

The monk was wounded in several places by the sword energy, and blood was flowing out. He said angrily: "Why don't you follow the covenant? What if we are seen by outsiders?"

The man in white snorted, "Who said you didn't keep your promise? If I kill you and then kill them, no one else will know."

The monk cursed angrily: "How despicable and shameless, but if you hurt outsiders, don't you also break the covenant?"

The man in white laughed loudly upon hearing this: "If we kill them all, no one will know. Besides, the sky has changed drastically. The leader will issue an order and the covenant will be invalidated."

"You!" The monk's eyes widened in anger: "You guys..."

Before he could say anything, the man in white had already pierced his chest with a sword. He stared with his eyes and gritted his teeth: "These..."

The man in white shook his arm, and the sword energy rolled, crushing the monk's body into pieces. Then he sneered: "You dare to talk nonsense when you are about to die!"

The girl looked at Zhao Ti at this time: "Did this guy just say he wanted to kill us to silence us?"

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes, and Huo Linglong snorted coldly: "What a pretentious fellow, I haven't even settled the score with him yet, and he's already speaking wildly."

Jiumozhi looked unhappy, and asked with his hands clasped together, "What does this person mean by saying those words?"

Huo Linglong frowned and said, "It's so confusing. Maybe some hidden sect has some agreement with those monks and they want to break it."

Wu Xiong asked, "What hidden sect? Are they the Ice Silkworm Palace and Divine Sword Palace carved in the cave?"

Huo Linglong said: "Nine out of ten times it is."

At this time, the man in white looked over here with an unfriendly look. The girl shouted, "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll dig out your eyes."

The man in white was slightly stunned when he heard the words, then he showed a grim smile and walked towards them.

He dragged the sword backwards, with blood still flowing on the blade, rubbing against the rocks, making a harsh "cracking" sound.

"It's you outsiders who are seeking death. You can't blame me for this."

"What do you mean by outsiders?" the girl asked, "This mountain is not yours, so how can we be outsiders?"

The man in white smiled coldly: "I saw you before on the shore of the West Sea, and I was anxious to kill the monk, so I wanted to spare your lives. I didn't expect you to dare to chase me. Who can you blame for seeking death?"

Huo Linglong said angrily: "What kind of logic is this? Will you die if you see it?"

The man in white said, "If you see me, you can live or not, but if you catch me, you must die."

Jiumozhi's face was as gloomy as water and he said, "What a big tone, benefactor."

The man in white looked at him and snorted, "Shut up, you fake monk! If you dare to say anything more, I'll kill you first!"

Jiumozhi's expression changed: "What do you mean, benefactor? I have been a monk in the Snow Mountain since I was young, how can I be a fake monk?"

The man in white had a contemptuous look on his face: "If I say you are fake, then you are fake. Among all you foreign monks, there is not a single real monk!"

Jiumozhi was furious when he heard this: "Donor, you just killed my fellow Taoist, and now you are slandering me like this. If you want to attack me, then do it. What is the meaning of your words?" The man in white teased: "Why, do you want to avenge that thief bald man just now? Do you think that just because we are both thieves bald, we are fellow Taoists? But you are wrong, you... are not fellow Taoists at all!"

Jiumozhi was so angry that his face turned blue. He stopped talking and saw that the man in white was not far away. He heard a thundering sound like a tiger or leopard and slapped out with the Great Compassion Palm.

The man in white moved his body like flowing snow, dodged the palm wind, and came close, thrusting out the long sword in his hand like a poisonous snake.

Jiumozhi's martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds at this moment, but he could only barely dodge the sword. The opponent's sword suddenly swung back and actually cut off a corner of his monk's robe.

The white-clothed man's sword technique was swift and his sword energy could burst out invisibly and hurt people. Once the sword was out, people would only be able to defend themselves and it would be almost impossible to fight back.

Jiumozhi's forehead was covered with sweat and he quickly retreated, trying to create some distance between himself and the opponent and use the flaming sword to hurt him.

But the man in white was extremely fast, like flowing wind and returning snow, and he followed closely step by step. It seemed that Jiumozhi was about to be defeated.

Seeing this, Huo Linglong roared and rushed over, slapping out with the ninth level of the Great Perfection Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm.

The man in white snorted, "Another technique passed down by a monk."

Huo Linglong said: "I don't care what technique it is, as long as I can take your life!"

The man in white sneered: "You two? Come on, use your skills together, so I don't have to kill you one by one."

Zhou Tong and Wu Xiong looked at Zhao Ti when they heard this. Zhao Ti nodded slightly, and the two of them went up to join the battle.

The man in white was fighting one against four, but he was not at a disadvantage. Instead, he looked extremely relaxed, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "With just this little ability, you dare to chase me? You are courting death, so it doesn't count as me killing innocent people."

The sword in his hand suddenly emitted a strong sword energy, as if snowflakes were flying everywhere. The four men were suppressed and had to retreat one after another.

At this moment, the girl suddenly leaped forward and used the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, slapping three times in a row, making a loud noise.

Seeing this, the man in white dodged and looked at Tong Lao with a hint of surprise: "How can a little boy like you exert such palm power?"

The girl was furious: "Who is the little girl? I am your aunt!"

She had been humiliated in front of Zhao Ti for a long time, and when she heard the other party mention a small word, it immediately touched the pain point in her heart. Her palms flew up, and she exerted her internal force like crazy.

The man in white dodged and looked her up and down, and suddenly his face turned angry: "Have you ever practiced a method to rejuvenate yourself?"

The girl was stunned when she heard this, but she refused to admit it: "Why do you have to control what kind of martial arts my grandma practices? Go to hell!"

The man in white shouted angrily: "Where did you get that kind of skill? How can an outsider like you learn that skill?"

The girl said, "Pah!" "Open your mouth and say outsider, shut up and say outsider, I think you are the outsider, take my slap again!"

The man in white said fiercely, "If you dare to secretly practice this technique, you will die. I will capture you first, and then I will interrogate you after I kill the others!"

As he spoke, the sword in his hand swung like lightning, swift as a startled wild goose. The flashing white light was like frost and snow, extremely dazzling, and it pierced several acupuncture points on the girl's body.

The girl's movements were light and nimble, even better than Jiumozhi's. However, facing the sword shadows that were like streaks of snow-white lightning, she immediately fell into a disadvantage and had to dodge and retreat continuously.

The long sword in the hand of the man in white was seen moving at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. The light it brought was whiter than snow, so fast and dazzling that it almost blinded people.

The little girl screamed and clapped her hands together. Then a blue-white light flashed, and she actually used the Eternal Youth Skill.

This technique was originally just an internal skill, which could cultivate the harmony of yin and yang in the body, and the extremely strong yin internal force, which could be used to activate the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, as well as various second-level martial arts, but it could also be used externally to hurt people.

However, if this kind of internal power is used externally to injure others, it is purely a test of internal strength, and it would not be done unless it is absolutely necessary, because not only is the consumption very huge, but once defeated, it will damage the foundation, and it will take a long time to recover the lost power.

"It is indeed this kind of martial arts, but you are not practicing it correctly!" The man in white let out a long roar, and his body flashed. He dodged the violent and powerful bluish-white palm wind with incomparable speed, and then stabbed the girl directly with a sword like a silver snake.

This happened so fast that the other three had no time to come to the rescue. Just as a sword was about to hit the girl, it would have pierced her scapula. At this moment, a beam of light and smoke came closer, and the air seemed to turn cold in an instant. A powerful energy carrying a sense of frost hit the man in white.

Zhao Ti arrived at the center of the scene and slapped the man in white away with an icy palm, saving the girl.

The man in white screamed, "Ice Palm Technique, are you from the Ice Silkworm Palace? No, you are an outsider, where did you steal the Ice Silkworm Palace martial arts from?"

Zhao Ti snorted coldly. His Ice Palm was cultivated by using the Ice Silkworm Cold Poison induced by the Shenzu Sutra. He thought that the Ice Silkworm Palace had a similar palm technique, so the other party admitted his mistake as soon as he saw it.

He slapped out several more times, and the man in white was furious: "Where did you outsiders come from? Where did you steal these martial arts from? You all deserve to die!"

Zhao Ti frowned: "How dare you, you country bumpkin, you are so shameless. Why don't you put down your sword and surrender? I will spare your life!"

The man in white had a vicious look on his face: "You all deserve to die. What exactly is your intention in coming to Kunlun? Wait until I catch you all, interrogate you one by one, and then kill you one by one!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly changed his sword style. His face turned as pale as snow. The sword in his hand trembled, making a clanging sound, like a startling dragon's roar, as if it would pierce the sky, like a fairy from the sky, locking onto the surrounding directions, even the air was hissing, and he rushed straight towards Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti's face was solemn, and his temperament suddenly changed. Illusion and reality were intertwined, truth and falsehood changed, and existence and non-existence were reflected.

His figure was shadowy, his aura was faint, he raised his arm and rushed forward, his fingers caught the tip of the long sword three inches away in a flash...

(End of this chapter)