With a sword drawn, he laughs proudly, his martial prowess dominating the heavens!

Chapter 112 The Monk's Disruption Plan Changes

The river flowed swiftly, and the boatman at the bow kept rowing to keep the boat on course; they were not far from Wuhan.

Li Che gazed at the north bank, where a group of nuns in gray robes had already boarded the dock.

From there, heading north, passing through Xinyang and Zhengzhou in Henan, and then crossing the Yellow River, one enters Shanxi.

Ding Mian and his men must have already laid an ambush ahead.

They had only been gone from Immortal Peak for half a day when the news reached Zhurong Peak.

In terms of martial arts, the Songshan Sect is a cut above the rest, but in terms of eyesight, they are no match for the镖局 (bodyguard agency) escorts who spend their days traveling the world.

If you're going to kill someone, how can you lose sight of your objective?

The spring chill is still in the air, unlike the warm and humid climate of Hengyang.

Wine was warming on a stove inside the tent, but the three of them only had two wine cups.

"I've long heard that Young Master Linghu enjoys fine wine, how come you haven't drunk a drop?"

"I have already sworn that I will never touch alcohol again in this life." Linghu Chong said firmly, his eyes looking at the river outside the boat, but he twitched his nose a few times, showing that he could hold back.

Qu Yang shook his head and smiled. These two Huashan brothers were quite interesting.

"Since you know they are on Immortal Peak, why don't you make your move there?" Linghu Chong asked.

"The nature of the crime is different." Li Che finished his drink and said softly, "It was murder on Immortal Peak, and Immortal Peak is too close to Hengyang. Uncle Liu's scale is too large, and there are too many spies."

We just gained a reputation for being on the right track, and then someone got into trouble nearby. It's hard to explain.

Now, saving lives is considered perfectly acceptable, and killing is seen as justifiable.

"What if they hadn't attacked Hengshan?"

"Heh~ Let's just say they were lucky and settle the score later. Besides, the Songshan Sect is used to being domineering. They suffered a great loss in Hengyang, how can they be willing to accept it?"

They might use the name of the evil cult to kill people and then save them.

Li Che recalled the Songshan Sect's usual practices, a cold smile appearing on his lips. "If that's really the case, then we've fulfilled his wish. Let's become demonic cultists for once!"

"Ha—!" Qu Yang laughed, "Interesting, interesting! Working with Young Hero Li is truly fascinating."

Linghu Chong shook his head and smiled bitterly, only now realizing that his senior brother was even more carefree and unrestrained than himself in some matters.

The only difference is that he can handle it!

Upon hearing the word "kill," the boatman at the bow didn't dare turn his head, and his hands moved even more rapidly.

Several more days passed.

It was past midnight, and the sky was about to darken.

Master Dingyi and her seven disciples have arrived at Mengjin Ferry.

"Master, something strange has happened. I just went to inquire, and all the ferry boats along the river were punctured by villains last night. I'm afraid we won't be able to cross the river today."

"Senior Sister Yilin, have you been attacked by river bandits?"

Yilin waved her hand and shook her head, saying softly, "The boatman said... he said, his words were so rude, but basically he said that no valuables were lost and no one was hurt, only the boat was damaged."

Master Dingyi's expression tightened. Before she knew it, the red sun had set and the crescent moon had risen.

He subconsciously squinted, and before he knew it, the night wind began to rise, and the sandstorm was fierce.

"Let's go back to town!"

"Master?"

"Stop talking, take good care of your fellow disciples, and don't let them get separated!"

The people of Hengshan were suddenly startled. They took a few steps closer as instructed, instinctively gripped their longswords, and followed Master Dingyi back the way they came.

The closest town to this is Baihe Town to the south, less than ten miles away.

The town is small, with only a few dozen households, and most of the residents make a living on both sides of the Yellow River.

When Dingyi arrived, he only glanced around and didn't see many people. He assumed that the townspeople had gone out to earn grain and hadn't returned.

Halfway there, she suddenly stopped. Why was there no light or smoke in the town at dinner time?

"Ha! That old thief is quite shrewd!"

"The little nun is quite pretty, brothers, be gentle with her later, don't break her skin or ruin her things."

"Hahaha—! Absolutely right, absolutely right! Kill the old thieving nun, rob the little nun!"

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For a moment, foul language filled the woods, but the voices were hoarse and rough, like a duck talking.

Before the words were finished, footsteps approached quickly, and there were quite a few people coming.

"Who dares to challenge me!" Abbess Dingyi pressed her right hand on the hilt of her sword and stepped forward to block her disciple.

Then a whistle was heard from the woods, and dozens of figures rushed out from both sides, all dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloth, only their eyes showing.

Holding gleaming longswords and sabers, they surrounded the people of Hengshan.

With several sharp sword strikes, Ding Yi led the way, while the seven nuns formed a defensive circle, their swords held horizontally outwards.

However, apart from the second senior sister Yi Qing, the younger junior sisters were all uneasy about this for the first time, and their hands holding the swords were somewhat stiff.

"You old scoundrel, you're out of luck today. The mere Five Mountains Sword Sect dares to challenge my Sun Moon Divine Sect? Now that Mount Heng in the South has fallen, let's take Mount Heng in the North. Let's see how that Zuo fellow can resist!"

Dingyi was greatly surprised upon hearing this.

Liu Zhengfeng!

Qu Yang!

Li Che of Huashan!

We've been deceived! That treacherous villain who pretends to be loyal!

"Form ranks!"

Before the Hengshan disciples could respond, blades flashed and swords slashed, beheading them.

The surrounding enemies seemed to have made prior arrangements. There were three strong men who forced Ding Yi to stay ten feet away in just a few moves. His subordinates ignored him and focused on killing the Hengshan disciples.

Dingyi's longsword flashed, unleashing the "Golden Needle Tribulation Crossing" move. The sword tip trembled, three sword flowers bloomed, severing wrists and necks, barely forcing back the powerful enemy.

She secretly became suspicious. These three people were indeed strong in internal energy, but their moves were very crude, which was really illogical.

Could it be that they deliberately concealed their activities, fearing that their whereabouts would be revealed?

Mount Hua? Mount Heng?

At the same time, seven nuns heard the sound and moved, changing positions to form a seven-person formation in an instant.

Hengshan swordsmanship is inherently meticulous and rigorous, excelling in defense. Although it lacks sharpness, it uses rounded movements as its form, and its moves contain hidden yin and soft power.

There may be nine defensive moves in a single move, but a single surprise attack is enough to kill the enemy.

But Yi Qing was in the center directing the operation, and the seven long swords intertwined to form a dense net of light, which was impenetrable to water and needles.

"ah--!

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Suddenly a scream rang out as Yilin's longsword pierced her waist. She had only used the memory of ten days of sword practice to strike, and this was the first time she had killed someone.

While they were still in a daze, another man in black swung his knife at them.

"Yilin!"

A loud shout finally brought him back to his senses. He hurriedly raised his sword to block, but this also revealed a weakness in his formation.

A gleaming steel blade flashed past her eyes, and with a crisp "clang," the longsword in Yilin's hand broke in two.

The Seven Swords Formation was missing one sword, which greatly reduced its power and caused it to have many flaws.

Meanwhile, in the southwestern forest.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

Li Che watched from afar as Master Dingyi fought against the three alone, barely managing to hold on.

The sword formation of the Hengshan nuns was in disarray, and casualties were imminent.

What are the Songshan Sect waiting for if they don't come to the rescue?

Are you really going to kill someone?

Such a golden opportunity to clear one's name, are you going to let it slip away?!

Li Che frowned, and after a few breaths, he was startled again. There wasn't a need for too many witnesses!

That guy surnamed Ding is ruthless!

"Wait...!"

The sword blade had just partially emerged from its sheath when it stopped.

At the same time, Nan Xiang shouted, "Good daughter, don't be afraid, your father is here to save you!"

"Fuck your mother's bastard, die!"

The three looked up and saw a fat monk with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and a body like an iron tower running wildly towards them.

The head monk cursed and roared, wielding his staff with a whooshing sound. He charged into the crowd in a few strides, then swung his staff out.

Like a dragon emerging from the sea, with the force of thunder, it spun around in a flash, and the sharp, grating sound of flesh being pierced and bones being broken rang out. The sharp crescent-shaped shovel brought up a cloud of blood mist, severed arms and disembowelments, screams and wails mingled together, the scene was extremely bloody.

With a single blow, several people were killed.

The wrath of a monk is terrifying!

The senior monk didn't even glance at Dingyi, but charged and attacked relentlessly, spinning like a top and wielding his staff like a paddle, utterly ferocious.

"Father, hurry and save Master!"

"Why bother with that old nun!" Monk Bujie's voice boomed like a bell, making everyone around him buzz.

Before the man in black beside him could react, Monk Bujie took a step forward, his large, fan-like hand gripping the man's chest. The man instinctively swung his sword to strike.

The sword's edge is like a ring, its force as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Huh? It sounds like the Songshan Swordplay?" one of the young nuns murmured in surprise.

The monk Bujie ignored him, his left hand loosening and tightening, precisely gripping the blade, then twisting and pulling it away.

With a "crack," the longsword snapped in two.

The man in black turned pale with fright and turned to flee.

However, before he could turn to the side, the retracted staff was thrust out again, its hard blade piercing through his chest.

In the blink of an eye, nearly ten people had been killed or injured at the hands of the fat monk.

Lin Zhongli suddenly stood up. "The plan has changed. Our new nickname is: The Three Laughing Heroes! Remember not to reveal our true strength. Let's go, rescue them!"