Martial arts supreme

Chapter 140 Desire to Destroy the Constant Moon (Fifth Change! Please subscribe and ask for a monthly pass)
"It's unavoidable to do evil by the sky, and you can't live by doing evil yourself. You, Sima Chuan, know better than me why this battle started and why the blood of Hengyue Mountain was shed."

The golden silk soft sword repelled Sima Yanru, Yu Zhongnan carried the golden silk soft sword behind his back, and looked at Sima Chuan coldly sideways.

"Don't tell me big things, you were still wearing crotch pants when I ruled the rivers and lakes. Let me ask you, is your sword sect really fighting me for life or death?"

"Yes, so what? No, so what? You see, it's almost noon. Even if you want to release Ye Feng now, I don't intend to stop. If you want to fight, how can you quit?"

After Ding Zhongnan finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Sima Yanru, with a cold snort coming out of his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes, he shook the soft golden sword in his hand and stabbed straight at Sima Yanru's throat.

This move has already revealed Ding Zhongnan's murderous intent.

Seeing that Sima Yanru frowned tightly, Liu Ye's black eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he threw the black knife to Sima Chuan, turned his hands over and aimed at Yu Zhongnan, and suddenly shot twelve poisonous needles.

Looking at Sima Chuan again, he raised his hand and took the black knife thrown by Sima Yanru. He gently stroked the dark blade with his left hand and looked directly at the two sword sect elders in front of him with fierce eyes.

"Your young master has already spoken, the two of you...haven't lit your sword yet?" Sima Chuan asked with a sneer.

The two men in gray clothes frowned, and cast their gazes at Yu Zhongnan, a touch of complexity flashed in each of their eyes.

When they saw Yu Zhongnan stabbing Sima Yanru's vital point with his sword, the two sighed respectively, and slowly raised their hands and drew out the long sword behind them.

The two elders already understood that the young master wanted to destroy Jianzong in his heart.

As the two men drew their swords, the elder who was wandering around and fighting among the disciples of the Heng Yue Sect knocked away the disciples of the Heng Yue Sect in front of him with a wave of his palm. He stood there and sighed softly, and then a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. At the same time, he also drew out the long sword on his back.

At this moment, with Ding Zhongnan's intention to destroy Hengyue, the original battle of saving lives has officially turned into a massacre of the faction, which is undoubtedly a catastrophe for the Hengyue faction.

If Sima Chuan had not planned to have the seven elders dead and severely injure Ye Feng, then the battle between the Heng Yue Sect would have been easier at this moment.If Sima Chuan had handed over Ye Feng before, he might have avoided this catastrophe.

The difference of one thought, the difference between life and death.Regret is useless, only one thought.kill
At this moment, Yu Zhongnan and Sima Yanru had no mercy.In the blink of an eye, Sima Yanru was left with three or four sword wounds.

This was Sima Yanru's continuous shooting of poisonous needles. If he fought Yu Zhongnan with bare hands, Sima Yanru would have already gone to hell by now.

His father, Sima Chuan, was not much better either. As the battle with the two elders of the Sword Sect grew longer, Sima Chuan's strong and burly body began to tremble, with sword wounds left on his left shoulder, thigh, and chest. Blood had stained his shirt red.

Sima Chuan and his daughter were relatively good, but the most tragic ones were the disciples of the Heng Yue Sect.

The third gray-clothed white-haired old man of Jianzong, the long sword in his hand was like a flood dragon, and was swung by this man with a whistling wind. Every time he swung it, he would definitely take the life of a Hengyue sect disciple.

It can be said that following Ding Zhongnan's secret order, the battle situation took a shocking turn.Only an hour later, the number of disciples of the Hengyue Sect who died increased from one thousand to two thousand and seven.

However, Jianzong's casualties were not small, and only 1000 of the [-] Jianzong disciples brought by Ding Zhongnan remained.

In the blink of an eye, this battle has lasted for an hour and a half, and there is only half an hour left before noon.

Sweeping and repelling the two elders, Sima Chuan looked up at the sky, gritted his teeth angrily, his face was purple and his lips were blue.

"Hmph! What's saving people? From my point of view, your sword sect sent for Hengyue. That's all! If you want to fight to the death, then fight."

Sima Chuan slashed the bloody black knife, glared at the two elders of Jianzong who were also injured, and rushed out to fight with the two of them again.

His daughter, Sima Yanru, is also extremely embarrassed now. As Yu Zongnan became more and more courageous in the battle, Sima Yanru could only parry but had no power to fight back, and was repeatedly repelled by Ding Zhongnan's golden silk soft sword.

And the disciples of the two sects were even more red-eyed, roaring into the sky one after another, and one after another dead bodies crashed down.

Time flew by in the killing, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

As soon as noon arrived, the Hengyue faction roared everywhere, and Hengyue Mountain also rumbled and trembled.

The moment the mountain trembled, Ding Zhongnan sheathed his sword and stepped back 15 meters. He turned around and glanced at the mountain gate of the Hengyue Sect, knowing that the remaining three elders of the Sword Sect were coming with ten thousand people.

Sima Chuan's figure flickered, and he retreated directly to the gate of Ziyue Hall.He kept panting heavily while holding the black knife, and at the same time stared at the mountain gate with eyes full of anger.

The disciples of the two factions in the battle backed away the moment the roar sounded, and also turned their gazes to the mountain gate.

The battle between the Jian Zong and the Heng Yue Sect stopped because of the sound of killing and the trembling of the mountains.One by one, they all looked towards the mountain gate.

Time flies, and within a quarter of an hour, three people appeared at the gate of the mountain. These three people, one old, two young, each held a sword in their hands.

As the three people appeared, disciples continued to pour out from behind. The swords in the hands of these disciples had been unsheathed, emitting dazzling white light under the sunlight.

"Young master! Ten thousand people have arrived, please give your order."

The three leaders came to bow in front of Ding Zhongnan, and the old man among them spoke respectfully.

Ding Zhongnan nodded, pinching both ends of the soft golden silk sword with both hands and bending it, pinned the soft sword to his waist with a click, turned around and stared coldly at the pale Sima Chuan.

"Sect Master Sima! Do you think I have enough disciples from Jianzong? There are also six elders from my Jianzong. Do you think it is possible to destroy your Hengyue Sect?" Ding Zhongnan sneered.

Sima Chuan took a few deep breaths angrily, his left fist clenching loudly, his eyes full of anger and resentment.

"So what if you have twice as many disciples from the Sword Sect as my Hengyue? If you want to destroy my Hengyue faction, you have to pay a corresponding price."

"Oh? The price? Since ancient times, it has been said that one general has achieved ten thousand bones. If a sect wants to stand proudly in the world, which one does not step on the bones?" Yu Zhongnan sneered again.

Just as Zhong Nan finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from nowhere.

The moment the laughter sounded, Yu Zhongnan's black eyebrows frowned suddenly, and the complexions of the six elders behind him changed drastically.

"A good sentence will make all the bones dry, this old man... also thinks this is reasonable."

The hoarse words shook the entire Hengyue Sect, and with the hoarse voice, a person walked out of the Purple Moon Hall.

This man had white hair, piercing and deep eyes, a hunched back and bent hands. The moment he walked out of the Ziyue Palace, he first looked at Ye Feng who was in a coma, and then looked up at the Heng Yue Sect square filled with dead bodies. He glanced at the six elders of the Sword Sect and finally fixed his gaze on Yu Zhongnan.

"Little doll! Who are you?"

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