The deepest affection in Gu Long's world

Chapter 157 The Number One Swordsman Under Heaven VS The Number One Person on the Weapon Ranking (A long chapter of 10,000 words, with bonus chapters planned)
Even though Ximen Rou is currently in a very subtle state of mental lapse, she subconsciously doesn't want to provoke Guo Songyang, who seems to have a very eccentric personality.

The fervor and obsession that flashed across the other person's face when they uttered those words sent chills down his spine.

He admitted that he genuinely couldn't understand the difference between using a sword and practicing swordsmanship.

At that moment, a voice reached their ears.

“You’re right. Using a sword with your left hand is just for using the sword, not for practicing it. Looking across the entire martial world, there are no more than five swordsmen who can be considered to have reached the level of practicing swordsmanship.”

Ximen Rou and Guo Songyang looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fang Yunhua nodding slightly to them. In particular, Fang Yunhua's mask looked very friendly.

In fact, Guo Songyang had intended to talk to him directly, but Fang Yunhua's aura of "keep away" was too strong. Even the proud Songyang Tiejian only took one step before pulling back.

But now, the two of them can no longer feel that aura.

At the same time, they were also shocked by the methods of the Tianji Tower Master, because although the two sides were now far apart, the voice seemed to be carried by the wind and then rang clearly in their ears.

Recalling the resounding chants that had just filled everyone's ears, the two couldn't help but feel that the master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion was even more mysterious and unpredictable.

"Let's go, they've extended an invitation."

Guo Songyang walked towards Fang Yunhua, with Ximen Rou following beside him like a lackey. He didn't mind his current situation, after all, when he glanced at his old rival Zhuge Gang, he found that the other party was even more huddled in the crowd, keeping a low profile.

Some thoughts couldn't help but arise in his mind. For example, the current weapon ranking only lists the top ten, and no new lists have been released for the rest. Perhaps, in the eyes of Tianji Tower, the remaining people are simply not qualified to be on the list.

After all, he could sense that if Guo Songyang, who was previously ranked fourth, were to fight him, it would be a simple matter of killing him with a single sword strike. But he was ranked three places lower than Guo Songyang before. Was that reasonable?

On the contrary, the current weapon rankings, although it is not yet possible to see how much the difference between the ranks is, whether it is the first place Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva, the second place Shangguan Jin Hong, or Guo Songyang who has fallen to seventh place.

Even if there is a difference in skill level, it doesn't seem to be to the point where a single, head-on clash would be enough to kill the opponent.

Oh, I forgot to mention the third-ranked Li Tanhua. That immortal seems to treat everyone equally, defeating them all in one move.

While Ximen Rou was lost in her fantasies, Guo Songyang had already walked up to Fang Yunhua.

His gaze remained fixed on the Lingxiao Sword at his waist, and after a long while, he sighed.

"Good sword."

"It is naturally a good sword."

Fang Yunhua felt a genuine joy at the appearance of this knowledgeable swordsman, for only a true swordsman could understand the romance of a swordsman.

In his previous life, he had Old Xue, who taught him every six months, so he could have more exchanges with him. Then there was Brother Yuanzi, a half-baked swordsman. Although he learned too many different things and in a very mixed way, his martial arts skills in the 49-move Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword were still above his own, so he could be considered worthy of the title of half a swordsman.

But it's right here!
Where are the real swordsmen? Whether it's A Fei, who hasn't even appeared yet, or Jing Wuming, who has already begun to make a name for himself, both of them specialize in killing techniques and are not true swordsmen at all.

Perhaps only after awakening will A-Fei be worthy of the title of flying swordsman, but for now he is just a boy with a piece of iron, and he can wield it at will with a piece of iron in his hand.

But Guo Songyang in front of him was different. He was a true swordsman, or rather, one of the few like-minded people in this world who could exchange ideas with Fang Yunhua on the way of the sword.

"Your sword is not bad."

"This is also a good sword."

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Seeing the two suddenly burst into laughter, Lin Xian'er and Sun Xiaohong exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled. Then they looked at Ximen Rou, who seemed completely oblivious to the laughter, her expression revealing a kind of naivety stemming from brainstem deficiency.

Then they looked at Sun Baifa.

Sun Baifa was puffing on his pipe, and when the two men looked at him, he gave them a look of incomprehension.

Although his martial arts skills were high, he never practiced swordsmanship and could never understand the mutual respect that only exists between swordsmen.

"You said before that there are no more than five swordsmen in the world?" Guo Songyang asked with curiosity.

"Indeed, you, me, and Xie Tianling, the leader of the Diancang Sect who was defeated by you twice, are all qualified to be called swordsmen as the number one swordsman among the seven major sects of our time."

Then there's the four elders of the Demonic Sect outside the pass, the Gold, Silver, Bronze, and Iron Elders. One of them is a secret sword elder who specializes in the "Myriad Wonders and Nine Great Soul-Stealing Techniques," and he is also worthy of this title.

Finally, there's the one who's going to appear next.

Guo Songyang took this to heart. He and Xie Tianling had another duel a year later. Although he had already defeated Xie twice, he received new surprises from Xie each time they fought.

This was also the only swordsman he could communicate with.

Otherwise, given his reputation as the master swordsman of Songyang, why would he repeatedly accept a challenge from a loser?

Now that he has learned that there are three more masters in the world with whom he can communicate, a sense of joy cannot help but arise in his heart.

His fighting spirit was now almost uncontrollable, which drew the attention of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

The next instant, before Guo Songyang could react, Fang Yunhua's right hand slapped his shoulder. As a chilling, icy energy surged into his right hand, which was about to grip the sword, and then gradually dissipated, he calmed down completely.

However, his gaze toward Fang Yunhua was filled with even more shock and inexplicable horror.

"Your internal energy cultivation level."

"If you don't have some strength, what right do you have to be ranked in this weapons ranking?"

Guo Songyang nodded in agreement. He was initially very dissatisfied when he learned that he had been relegated to seventh place. For someone who valued his reputation highly, this was a real loss of face. However, after seeing and hearing some things on the summit of Mount Lu...

Especially after discovering with his own eyes that the master of Tianji Tower was also a swordsman, he felt a greater sense of trust. If it were Bai Xiaosheng who ranked him in this way, he would have already charged at his door with his iron sword.

"Once this is over, I'll fight you."

"Okay," Fang Yunhua readily agreed.

Such a quick acceptance of the challenge further boosted Guo Songyang's sense of identification; indeed, it was the fellow swordsmen who found it easiest to communicate.

He then whispered a reminder.

"If you sense anything is wrong in a moment, leave immediately."

"I know."

Guo Songyang was finally relieved.

It was at this moment that one of the true protagonists made his appearance.

But then they saw Master Xindeng of Shaolin Temple, Daoist Tieyan of Wudang Sect, and Xuanzhenzi of Kunlun Sect, three renowned elders from the three major sects, escorting an old man who looked almost as old as Sun Baifa as he arrived at the summit of Mount Lu.

With white hair, white clothes, white eyebrows, and white beard, he also had a long sword wrapped in a snow-white scabbard.

Standing next to Guo Songyang, who was dressed entirely in black, they could easily portray the Black and White Duo.

"Is he the Snow Eagle of Tianshan?"

"Is this all there is to the world's greatest swordsman?"

"This doesn't seem right. I hope she won't be slapped to death by the Great Joyful Bodhisattva."

"He must be over sixty years old by now, you unfilial You Longsheng!"

Perhaps it was because their appearance was too unimpressive, or perhaps the atmosphere at the event had been too oppressive, that the experts who came to watch or secretly agreed to help the three major sects began to discuss among themselves.

As for his state of mind, Tianshan Xueyingzi is indeed quite capable.

He completely shut out the noise around him, and after looking at the Great Joyful Bodhisattva who blocked most of his view, his deep eyes looked somewhat wistfully at You Longsheng, who was huddled in a corner.

You Longsheng lowered his head, completely unable to meet his master's gaze.

"let's start."

Without any pleasantries, Tianshan Xueyingzi slowly drew his sword. On the summit of Mount Lu in late autumn, the warm sun cast a golden ray of light on the lingering snow, and the bare pine branches, like ink lines drawn with sword marks, pierced the sky.

Dressed in a simple white outfit, he stood at the center of the mountain peak. As the long sword in his hand hummed and vibrated, the ice crystals condensed on the blade cleaved the falling maple leaves in two. At that moment, the previously noisy crowd fell silent.

The elders from the three major sects who came to witness the battle exchanged glances and then consciously retreated to a safe distance.

At this moment, Fang Yunhua also noticed that while everyone's attention was focused on the three elders and Tianshan Xueyingzi, there was someone silently following behind them.

It was Lü Fengxian, whom he had scared away at the inn before.

Now, not long has passed, but the other person seems to have completely changed. He has a stubble beard, lifeless eyes, and his white clothes are stained with dirt, making him look like a down-on-his-luck beggar.

It's obvious he didn't come voluntarily; he was probably caught on the way by Elder Tie Yan of the Wudang Sect, since the Lü family and the Wudang Sect have close ties in private.

So, Lü Fengxian was brought here as a figurehead, barely managing to hold his own.

"They've already started fighting?" Sun Xiaohong asked in surprise.

According to rumors she heard from her grandfather, true masters would engage in a sophisticated exchange during a fight, which would set the atmosphere and make the fight even more impressive.

But these two powerful figures, one known as the world's number one swordsman and the other ranked first on the weapon ranking list, are actually so pathetic.

"Because there's not much to say."

Fang Yunhua expressed his understanding, saying that it was already very polite of Tianshan Xueyingzi to say "Let's begin" first. Otherwise, what could he say? Is my disciple useful? Is my disciple smooth? He would just say "Good disciple" and then the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva would reply that he was a good disciple.

The two of them can't talk to each other in this situation.

Even the reason for this war was something that would be embarrassing to hear about.

In Fang Yunhua's view, starting the fight as soon as possible, whether it's life or death, is the most correct decision.

At that moment, he also saw what he wanted to see.

The summit of Mount Lu is situated at the cusp of late autumn and early winter, and just three days ago it welcomed its first snowfall. Due to the low temperature at the summit, the snow has not yet completely melted, which greatly benefits the Tianshan Snow Eagles' operations.

But then, a thin layer of snow around his feet began to swirl spontaneously, forming seventy-two spiral snow patterns. This was the starting move of the Seventy-Two Styles of Wind and Snow: Thousand Mountains and Evening Snow.

As the greatest swordsman in the world, Tianshan Xueyingzi undoubtedly possesses the true essence of martial arts, and his intentions, combined with the current advantageous location, have produced extraordinary results.

However, he was about to face the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva.

As its true power arose, wisps of mist spread out from all directions. The Great Joyful Bodhisattva standing opposite it seemed to be completely obscured by the gradually forming sea of ​​clouds, and its enormous size gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

However, the next second!
The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the sound of footsteps like muffled thunder could be faintly heard!

The increasingly resounding voice dispelled the thick fog, and everyone could clearly see the figure of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

As she shattered the ice with her bare feet, the entire cliff trembled!

Its 800-pound body was wrapped in a scarlet kasaya, like a moving vermilion peak, but each step it took did not break the pine branches, but instead created dents in the snow!

Despite its enormous size, it gives the impression of being extremely agile!

Her narrowed eyes were fixed on Tianshan Xueyingzi. After he leaped up, his body pressed down like a mountain collapsing. His raised fists smashed down with a sound of tearing through the air. Wherever the fist wind passed, three fir trees as thick as a person's embrace snapped at the waist!

boom! ——

A shocking blow!
Tianshan Snow Eagle's figure soared like a crane's shadow, his cold iron sword drawing a mysterious trajectory. When the tip of the sword touched the left fist of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, it produced a crisp sound of metal clashing!
"This is... the Great Heavenly Demon Hand? No, it seems to be the Indestructible Vajra, the Great Divine Search Hand. These gloves are quite elastic."

Fang Yunhua narrowed his eyes. The former was a technique that turned the hand into a sharp blade, while the latter was a piece of equipment: a pair of gloves that were as sharp as metal yet as transparent as ice.

Twenty years later, Shangguan Xiaoxian, then known as the Lone Peak Heavenly King, used it.

The identities of the four Heavenly Kings and four princesses of the Demonic Cult that Fang Yunhua has been able to confirm are as follows.

The Heavenly King of Wisdom is Bai Xiaosheng; the Heavenly King of Power and Law is suspected to be someone closely related to Lü Di, and there is a possibility that he is a senior elder of the Wudang Sect; the Heavenly King of Love and Desire is Donghai Yuxiao Daoren; and the Heavenly King of Lone Peak is currently unknown.

Of the four princesses, only three have confirmed identities: the Lady of the South Sea, who is currently in disguise, the Iron Maiden, who is also in disguise and has been following the Lady of the South Sea, and Hua Baifeng, the daughter of the leader of the Demonic Sect, who is still outside the pass.

The situation of this Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva may be that of the last of the Four Great Princesses, or possibly the Lone Peak Heavenly King.

Just as Fang Yunhua was deep in thought.

But then the Great Joyful Bodhisattva's fist unleashed such force that it cracked the sword!
She took the opportunity to sweep her right fist across again, but Tianshan Xueyingzi suddenly sheathed his sword and used the scabbard to block the attack. The force of the impact blasted the snow between the two of them into dust!

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst her laughter, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva suddenly changed her tactics, her robe billowing like a sail, and she crashed into Tianshan Snow Eagle like a cannonball!

At this moment, the sound waves emanating from his mouth were mixed with powerful internal energy, causing the onlookers to once again feel the intense, dizzying impact. Not to mention Tianshan Xueyingzi, who was standing right next to him.

In that moment of distraction, he was slammed into the ground!

The sudden sandstorm, mixed with drifting snowflakes, exploded like a grand firework, obscuring the details of the battle beneath the pervasive sandstorm.

But one thing is certain: Tianshan Xueyingzi was hit head-on by the Great Joyful Bodhisattva. Given the size of that behemoth, that blow would probably have torn the old man apart.

But soon, the battle situation changed completely.

Beneath the sand and snow, streaks of blood gushed forth, and the crimson that caught everyone's eye began to spread rapidly, mixing with the murky mud and the pristine white snow, filling the summit of Mount Lu with an eerie atmosphere.

"They're starting to risk their lives."

With Fang Yunhua's exclamation, Guo Songyang, who had been paying close attention, finally saw the battle clearly. He saw that Tianshan Xueyingzi's movements were incredibly fast, as if he had transformed into the fluttering snowflakes!
As beams of sword light fiercely attacked that enormous body, its steps shifted continuously, swiftly shuttling back and forth around the enormous body of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva!

What caught Guo Songyang's attention even more was the other person's slightly sunken chest and the bloodstains that were still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

This is a complete burning of one's own life force, launching this final, decisive attack!

Therefore, he had already anticipated the final outcome, because although the Great Joyful Bodhisattva was constantly suffering additional injuries, the effects of these superficial wounds would not affect her combat state at all.

Fang Yunhua was also quietly watching this scene, while in his mind he was simulating how he would deliver a fatal blow if he were to face off against the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

First of all, this kind of life-burning fighting style is very unwise. The old man may have really run out of options and could only use this method to continuously wear down his opponent. His goal was not to actually kill the opponent.

Rather, they were well aware of the agreement between the three major sects and those masters of the weapon rankings, and placed their hopes on those who wouldn't act until they saw the benefits.

He has already admitted his defeat.

By this point in the battle, it has been proven that the Great Joyful Bodhisattva has won.

As Fang Yunhua watched the giant beast, which was suppressed by the constantly flashing sword light but whose aura was growing stronger, he continued to ponder.

If it were me, the Demon Heart's killing intent would provide an opportunity to pierce the opponent's skull with a single sword strike, and the sharpness of the Lingxiao Sword would be more than enough to break through the opponent's thick layer of fat.

Alternatively, one can use the first sword move, which is like a gentle breeze, to continuously accumulate sword momentum, and then use a grand and imposing force to flatten everything head-on!
After all, to break through this strongest shield, one must either adopt an agile fighting style to find an opening and strike a fatal blow, or use the most indestructible spear to shatter its defense head-on.

However, Tianshan Xueyingzi's Seventy-Two Styles of Wind and Snow lacked the speed to find weaknesses in his attacks, and his power was insufficient to shake his opponent. Therefore, this was a duel destined to end in defeat.

After letting out a long, quiet sigh, Fang Yunhua understood the old man's fate.

In this world, the four great swordsmen who can communicate with him will likely be one less.

All he can do now is memorize all of the Seventy-Two Forms of Wind and Snow, but the exquisiteness of its techniques cannot compare to the Thirteen Forms of Gentle Breeze, which points directly to the realm of no moves.

What can serve as a reference is the core philosophy of the creator as expressed in each move.

puff!
Once again, the injuries from that collision were aggravated, and Tianshan Xueyingzi's rapid attack came to a halt for a moment, with blood raining down from his mouth.

This exposed a fatal flaw that could be countered by experts of the same level, but Tianshan Xueyingzi, who has extensive combat experience, used this as an opportunity to change his tactics!

As he looked up, he suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the clouds above. Wherever the sword energy passed, the condensed water vapor turned into countless streams of icy rain!
At this moment, the dust and sand around the two combatants had been cleared away by the aftershocks of the battle, and in the midst of what resembled a serene and beautiful snow dance, everyone could clearly see the true state of the two.

Tianshan Xueyingzi was in a bad state. The blow he had taken had put him in a desperate situation, and more experienced martial artists could tell that his opponent was deliberately trading injury for injury.

But on the plump cheek of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, there was a sword scar, and the torn wound clearly revealed several snow-white molars, which made her already ferocious appearance even more hideous.

This wound was naturally inflicted on Tianshan Xueyingzi when he was knocked away. If the force had been greater, it might have secured Tianshan Xueyingzi's victory.

Even against other opponents, this move would be a fatal blow capable of slicing off half a face.

However, Tianshan Xueyingzi is facing the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva.

A powerful opponent with maxed-out defense, only slightly inferior to Tianshan Xueyingzi in speed, made their battle unfair from the start. Tianshan Xueyingzi needed to aim for the opponent's vital parts—the head—and ensure that she could either sever a small portion of it or completely crush its brain to secure victory.

However, given Tianshan Xueyingzi's small physique, he could only withstand two blows from the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva at most. This one blow had already left him severely injured, and his internal organs were likely damaged.

They wouldn't even need to take a second hit; just a few minutes of this high-frequency combat rhythm would be enough to wear down Tianshan Xueyingzi to death.

But the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, who was already somewhat frenzied, clearly wouldn't end the battle in this way!

At this moment, her cassock was torn in dozens of places, and blood was constantly seeping out from the gaps, but she seemed to be completely unaware of it. Her narrow eyes were filled with a vicious light as she stared intently at Tianshan Xueyingzi.

Faced with the ice crystals that completely enveloped her, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva neither dodged nor yielded. She tore off a piece of her kasaya and began to wave it around. The ice light she stirred up could not cause any harm to her enormous body. Instead, it was drawn by her and attacked the Snow Eagle of Tianshan who was coughing up blood again.

Seeing this, Tianshan Xueyingzi dodged in a flash, while the martial arts practitioners watching behind him were riddled with holes by these seemingly non-fatal ice shards!
This is the price to pay for watching.

Fang Yunhua looked meaningfully at Tianshan Xueyingzi, whose injuries were getting worse, but who was constantly holding off the Great Joyful Bodhisattva in mid-to-long-range combat.

In every aspect, he was destined to lose to the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

However, the old man had a wealth of combat experience. Especially after he had fought desperately, he realized that the masters of the weapon rankings still hadn't made a move. He chose to use this method to forcibly drag these people into the fray.

Want to keep watching? Sure, then take a look at those unlucky souls pierced by icicles; they are a warning from Tianshan Snow Eagle.

The old man could continue to harass the Great Joyful Bodhisattva with the same sword moves he had just used. The opponent's counterattacks were exceptionally fierce, and ordinary martial artists did not even have the ability to dodge. Even those who were listed in the Weapon Rankings and ranked outside the top thirties would be riddled with holes.

However, Tianshan Xueyingzi's actions clearly indicate that he no longer cares about his past reputation.

This also drew Fang Yunhua's attention to You Longsheng, who was huddled in the corner, not daring to lift his head.

In the original storyline, the greatest swordsman in the world did not go to rescue his disciple. He may not have known that his disciple had been kidnapped by the Bodhisattva of Great Joy, or other unforeseen events may have occurred that rendered him powerless to help.

However, at this moment, Tianshan Xueyingzi truly shouldered the responsibility of being a master. Knowing that he could not kill or defeat the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, he chose to offend all the experts present in order to secure a chance for You Longsheng to live.

For some reason, Fang Yunhua thought of Master Kumei from the world of Chu Liuxiang.

Although he seemed to be constantly worried that his master would be tricked away by a pretty boy after he awakened his memories, he was actually very clear in his heart that the ending of the original storyline of Ku Mei was not without the influence of the current environment.

To recklessly gamble on the joy of an old tree blossoming again, even disregarding the reputation one has maintained for decades, reveals a hidden tendency toward self-destruction.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, why bother to completely lose face?

The current Tianshan Snow Eagle is probably in the same boat. He no longer cares about face at all. Rumors have spread throughout the martial arts world that his only disciple has become the male concubine of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva and has been tormented for some time.

His reputation, which he had painstakingly maintained for decades, has been almost completely ruined.

Even so, there's no need to dwell on these things anymore.

After truly letting go of the influence of these external things, there was only one thing left for him to do.

Rescue You Longsheng!
At this moment, the atmosphere on the summit of Mount Lu became noticeably strange. No one paid attention to the unfortunate few who had died unexpectedly. Among the seemingly onlookers, nearly a third of the martial arts practitioners gripped their weapons.

This also includes Guo Songyang.

They all seemed to understand Tianshan Xueyingzi's implication; after all, someone who could make a name for themselves on the weapons ranking list must have some discernment.

"Don't push yourself too hard, it's just a favor."

Fang Yunhua's words reached Guo Songyang's ears. The other party was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Fang Yunhua with some surprise.

Fang Yunhua's answer consisted of only six words.

"I am the Master of Tianji Tower."

Yes, an impeccable answer.

It's not surprising that the Lord of Tianji Tower knew about this premeditated ambush.

It's not surprising that the other side knew they were fighting to repay a family favor.

There's a vague feeling that this answer is actually somewhat shameless.

However, he had no time to think about these things now, because the moment was the time he had agreed to make his move with the three major sects. Not only Guo Songyang, but also those weapon masters who could be invited by the three major sects, their strengths may vary, but they were all sharp enough to grasp the timing of the battle.

With Tianshan Xueyingzi's reminder and warning, and taking advantage of the fact that the opponent has not been completely defeated, and that the Great Joyful Bodhisattva has injuries that are worth fighting for, now is the best time to make a move!

I don't know who shouted.

"Let's kill this female demon who's wreaking havoc on the martial arts world!"

Immediately afterward, dozens of onlookers rushed out, including some who were clearly not invited but had chosen to follow suit due to their perilous journey up Mount Lu and their deep-seated aversion to the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

However, before these people could even surround the Great Joyful Bodhisattva after rushing out a few steps, they started killing each other.

A blade flashed suddenly, aimed at the neck.

A long sword suddenly thrust in from the side and behind.

Spears, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks, forks, whips, maces—all sorts of weapons, and even some hidden weapons that rained down like a storm, instantly plunged the entire summit of Mount Lu into a chaotic battle.

This sudden turn of events left even the bystanders, who hadn't made any moves, stunned on the spot.

They subconsciously distanced themselves from those around them, making the already tense and solemn atmosphere on the summit of Mount Lu even more somber.

Soon, the dazzling crimson made the still-falling snow even more vibrant, and amidst the increasingly brutal fighting environment, shouts and curses could be heard from time to time.

"Brother Li! Why did you attack me!"

"You actually want to kill me?"

"Damn it! You've ruined my kidneys!"

"No, you're not Old Wang, and you're not using his Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber!"

"I knew you harbored resentment towards me! Die! Die first!"

"Calm down, some of us have been disguised. Ah! You..."

"What happened to your wife isn't my fault at all! It was my sister-in-law who took the initiative! It's all my sister-in-law's fault!"

"You know that I was the one who killed your brother three years ago? How could that be! I've completely erased all traces!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Although there seemed to be some strange things mixed in, someone had already discovered the disguise mask worn by the attacker when they successfully counterattacked and killed him.

Knowing that there was another group of people stirring up trouble in the shadows, and although it could be deduced that they were most likely in cahoots with the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, this would not have any beneficial impact on the situation on the ground.

Because their gathering was originally organized by the three major sects, there was no trust between them, and some even had private grudges. After all, most of them were experts from the Weapon Ranking, and they must have challenged each other for the sake of ranking.

Now that they know a group of disguisers are causing trouble in secret, their first thought is to withdraw from the battle as soon as possible. As for the promises of the three major sects, they would never coerce the experts of the Weapon Ranking into participating in the war.

Most of the time, it was through personal favors or inducements, which also means that the cost of a failed encirclement and suppression was affordable for them.

But now it's not as simple as them wanting to run away.

Because that giant beast itself has intervened!
But then, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva crushed a weapon master ranked forty-third on the Weapon Ranking with a single, overwhelming force, killing him instantly. A powerful figure who had joined forces with her and was also ranked thirty-ninth on the original Weapon Ranking was still somewhat stunned.

But what came rushing towards them was the large, fan-like hand of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva. As she grabbed the other's head and began to exert force, the people fighting around her seemed to tacitly slow down their movements.

They all spared some attention to observe the situation of the thirty-ninth person, whose grip on the spear had loosened, and whose arms were hanging limply at his sides as he was lifted up by the Bodhisattva of Great Joy.

From the large hand that was constantly squeezing his head, there was a cracking sound, as if bones were breaking.

When the Bodhisattva of Great Joy released her and threw her aside, everyone noticed that the thirty-nine's two eyeballs were bulging outwards, and one of them even fell out of its socket. Her facial features were also filled with a distorted look as if they had been haphazardly rubbed.

Those empty eye sockets, and the only bulging eyeball, seemed to be telling a story of unspoken fear!
This also made many people realize the difference in strength between the Great Joyful Bodhisattva and the Snow Eagle of Tianshan. They originally thought that the Snow Eagle of Tianshan, who was at a disadvantage, was somewhat weak, but now they see that the old man's ability to contend with the Great Joyful Bodhisattva for such a period of time is already a remarkable achievement.

By the way, where is Tianshan Xueyingzi?
Just as some people began searching for the figure of Tianshan Xueyingzi, that deafening laughter once again echoed across the entire summit of Mount Lu.

Moreover, the internal energy it contained was at a higher level than before.

Clearly, this was the full power of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva.

"Today! I will use your blood to forge my legendary name!"

The grand declaration seemed to be mixed with some kind of deceptive brainwashing sound wave at this moment, causing those whose internal strength was insufficient to resist this sonic attack to be affected by the atmosphere of the battle and fall into a state of selfless killing. This also caused the heroes who were originally preparing to retreat to be trapped in this battlefield again.

Furthermore, the passive involvement of the disciples and followers of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva made the battle even more chaotic.

Fang Yunhua paid special attention to Guo Songyang, who was fighting a weakling to a standstill, clearly not putting in any effort.

He also took the opportunity to check on the already dejected Lü Fengxian. The other party's approach was similar to Guo Songyang's; he also chose a madman who was bewitched by sound waves, whose eyes were bloodshot, and who was completely engrossed in killing to engage in a fierce fight.

However, due to the vast difference in strength between the two sides, the battle was essentially a one-sided affair.

As a result, Fang Yunhua also began to observe those martial artists who seemed to have lost their minds.

"Is it the 'Soul-Stealing and Mind-Capturing Technique'? It's somewhat similar, but being able to use sound attacks to cast such a mind-controlling secret technique is a pretty good improvement."

The secret techniques of the Demonic Cult have great potential, and they are among the few in Gu Long's martial arts world that involve inheritance at various levels.

At this moment, Fang Yunhua watched the scene of cruel killing like a spectator. Sun Xiaohong, who was standing to the side, had already huddled in Lin Xian'er's arms, unable to bear to look. Lin Xian'er, on the other hand, stared intently at the scene.

She loves watching men fight.

Their location, and the position of Shangguan Jin Hong, were two rare pure lands on the mountaintop. Both the martial arts practitioners and the Great Joyful Bodhisattva seemed to be intentionally avoiding these two places.

Some observant bystanders noticed the incident and began looking left and right, clearly preparing to move towards a safer direction.

Because some people, though standing still, were also passively drawn into the fighting, the legendary path paved with blood that the Great Joyful Bodhisattva walked was already prepared to use most of the people on the mountaintop as corpses to pave the way.

This forced even the most rational onlookers to ultimately side with the Master of Heavenly Secrets.

After all, this one seemed much more amiable than the seemingly intimidating Money Gang Leader.

As one, two, or three people tentatively approached the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master at a delicate distance, yet were not driven away, they all surged toward Fang Yunhua.

However, these people were still very sensible and kept a few meters away from him. They knew very well that whether they could finish enjoying the show in peace depended on whether this Master of Heavenly Secrets was willing to protect them.

As for the representatives of the three major factions, Shangguan Jin Hong was chosen.

They have some private agreements with each other, and they probably want to get the other party on the field as soon as possible.

But as Shangguan Jin Hong calmly watched the scene of battle, some people couldn't stand it anymore.

He was Ximen Rou, who hadn't rushed out with Guo Songyang earlier. Given his sense of brotherhood, he understood from the conversation between Guo Songyang and Fang Yunhua that this duel involved a higher level of competition.

As an honest man, he was unwilling to think about these things deeply, only thinking that if Guo Songyang rushed up, he would also rush up.

However, before Guo Songyang launched his attack, he had already anticipated the choices that Ximen Rou might make next.

He didn't offer much explanation, he just said one sentence.

"If you consider me a friend, then stay here."

Are the two friends?

Ximen Rou hoped so.

So he didn't rush in. It's just that the chaotic environment at the scene meant that even someone as strong as Guo Songyang wasn't absolutely safe in a chaotic killing situation where friend and foe were indistinguishable. Even if the other party no longer acknowledged him as their friend, he was determined to lend a hand.

But this time he was stopped again.

"Guo Songyang's safety is not in question. If you get involved, you will need his protection. Moreover, you now have an even more important role to play."

The speaker was Fang Yunhua.

He was a mysterious and powerful figure who gave Ximen Rou an initial impression of being far superior to himself, and also a smart person who, after spending a short time with Ximen Rou, inspired a strange sense of trust in him.

If someone else had said that, he would have ignored it.

Now he hesitated, and just as he was pondering how to make a decision, something flew over.

It flew to a distance of about ten meters from where they were, and then rolled over slowly. Its speed was not fast, and even a martial arts expert could see clearly what it was.

But it was precisely because they saw it clearly that they were all shocked and stared wide-eyed.

That was a human head.

A face with white eyebrows and a white beard, familiar to everyone present.

It was the Snow Eagle of Tianshan that disappeared after the chaos of battle.

The head of the world's greatest swordsman, Tianshan Xueyingzi.

(End of this chapter)