After binding the longevity lottery system, my lottery will become stronger.

The map must be handed over. This is a hot potato. Let it go as soon as possible. Otherwise, the great masters of other sects will arrive and magnify the problem of the evil king, and the matter will be difficult to solve.

But this thing cannot be taken away easily by everyone, otherwise where would Wudang’s face be?

The elders of the various sects present had burning eyes. They knew that Wudang was compromising in disguise.

"Let me spar with you!"

A middle-aged man from the Kongtong sect walked out with a sword, and he was also a middle-stage master.

"Please!"

Song Yushu immediately drew his sword.

The two fought quickly...

in the crowd.

"Son."

Yue Fuyao saw Ye Lingtian walking this way.

Ye Lingtian played with the folding fan and came to Yue Fuyao's side.

Yue Fuyao asked softly: "Have you seen anyone?"

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly: "Everyone is dead and cannot be seen."

Yue Fuyao: "..."

Song Yushu and the elder of the Kongtong sect kept fighting fiercely, and it seemed that for a while there was no clear winner.

"Let them continue fighting like this. I don't know how long they will fight. Why don't you let me deal with them?"

Yue Fuyao looked at Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly and said: "Someone will solve it, they are already here!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody long sword flew from the distance, and the long sword suddenly slashed towards Song Yushu and the elders of the Kongtong Sect.

Before the two of them could react, they were directly chopped away by the blood-colored sword. Half of their lives were lost. They were covered in blood, and a crack of more than ten meters was opened on the ground.

"Who?"

This sudden change shocked everyone present.

"Jie Jie!"

There was a burst of sinister laughter.

shhhhhh!

Three afterimages rushed from a distance.

boom!

The three people instantly appeared in the center of the square.

A white-haired man wearing a attire and holding a long sword turned out to be Zhao Shanhe from Fangwaitian. His aura was obviously stronger than before.

An old man in a blood-colored robe exuded blood evil energy, and the pressure on his body was extremely terrifying. He was a Grand Master-level existence. He waved his hand casually, and the blood-colored long knife flew into his hand.

A woman in a light red dress, holding a strange long sword in her hand, was at the peak of the master's level.

"Who are you?"

A young disciple of the Kongtong Sect didn't know why and roared subconsciously.

boom!

As a result, the next second, his head was chopped off by the long knife in the hand of the old man in blood robe.

Everyone was startled and their expressions changed dramatically.

People from the Kongtong sect also dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

Taoist Xuanyue's eyes narrowed and he stared at the three of them and said: "Zhao Shanhe from Fang Waitian and the Blood Knife Ancestor from the Blood Knife Sect."

His eyes fell on the woman, then stared at the long sword in her hand, and said solemnly: "The Rakshasa Sword, one of the seven swords of Tianshan, you are the disciple of the old man of Tianshan."

Blood Knife Sect and Tianshan are actually Fang Waitian's allies, and they are very close. Now that people from the three parties have appeared in Wudang, I am afraid that they are coming with bad intentions.

"I have seven divine swords in the Tianshan Mountains, but none of them have a famous sword book. This time when I come to the Central Plains, I will challenge the major swordsmanship sects to rectify the name of my Tianshan Seven Swords."

The woman in a light red skirt took a step forward with a long sword. The old man from Tianshan had seven disciples, and she was the third disciple, Hong Yao.

As for the sword in her hand, it is called Rakshasa, ranking third among the Seven Swords of Tianshan.

Everyone's hearts suddenly trembled, and they stepped back again.

They naturally knew the names of Zhao Shanhe and the Blood Knife Ancestor. One was the supreme powerhouse in Fangwaitian, and the other was the bloodthirsty ancestor from the Western Region.

As for the Seven Swords of Tianshan and the Old Man of Tianshan, they naturally know that they should not be underestimated either.

"Old Xuanyue, I haven't seen you for many years. It seems that your cultivation has not improved."

The Blood Knife Ancestor said with a ferocious smile.

Taoist Xuanyue said solemnly: "Why did you three come to Wudang Mountain?"

He didn't take the little girl seriously, but Zhao Shanhe and the Blood Knife Ancestor were not easy people to mess with, especially since he was injured at the moment. If he really had to fight, he might not be able to survive.

Unless the man on Tianzhu Peak takes action...

Zhao Shanhe smiled faintly: "I heard that the evil king is in Wudang, so I came over to take a look. He stole my outer world's skills, and I have to come and take them back."

"When a person dies, he is buried on a coffin cliff in Shu."

Taoist Xuanyue said indifferently.

"No one knows whether the person is dead, but Taoist Xuanyue has a map of the Evil King's Tomb in his hand."

A shit stirrer from the Xiling Sect said in a pitiful tone.

"Oh? I hope fellow Taoist Xuanyue can give me the map."

Zhao Shanhe whispered, his words seemed gentle, but he could not refuse.

If his Mountain and River Sword is unsheathed, even if Taoist Xuanyue is at his peak, he will have to keep his life.

Taoist Xuanyue said solemnly: "I can give you the map, but you have to see if the other people present agree."

“I want a map, who is for it and who is against it?”

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the people around him.

"..."

No reply.

Taoist Xuanyue did not hand over the map immediately, but looked at the Blood Knife Ancestor and said, "What about you?"

The Blood Knife Ancestor said with a sinister smile: "It's nothing, I just heard that there are many swordsman masters in the martial arts of the Central Plains. I haven't been out of the martial arts world for many years. I wanted to test whether their swords are faster or mine. I happened to come to Wudang. I plan to have a discussion with you."

Taoist Xuanyue's face was extremely ugly. In his current state, he could compete with the Blood Knife Ancestor.

But whether you win or lose, you have to pay a huge price.

"The contest between you great masters can be put aside later. I'll find someone to try the sword first."

Hong Yao sneered.

She pulled out the Rakshasa sword and pointed it at Yin Nanfeng: "You are the head of Wudang, your level is equal to mine, and you also practice swordsmanship. Do you dare to fight with me?"

"it is good!"

Yin Nanfeng didn't talk nonsense. He flashed his figure and appeared in the center of the square. Others came to challenge him. If the majestic Wudang leader avoided fighting, wouldn't it be a joke?

call out!

Yin Nanfeng pulled out his own sword and said in a deep voice: "This sword is the Liangyi Sword. It is the sword of my martial arts leader. Please give me some advice, girl!"

Stab it!

Hong Yao didn't talk nonsense and directly drew his sword.

The battle between the two masters at their peak was naturally more terrifying than the previous battle between masters in the middle stage. The ground in the square was instantly shattered, sand and stones flew up, sword energy billowed, and madness broke out in the square.

"Fuyao, who do you think can win?"

Ye Lingtian asked with a smile.

Yue Fuyao whispered: "Within a hundred moves, this Yinnan Peak will definitely be defeated."

Although they are in the same realm, it can be felt that Yin Nanfeng's aura is much weaker and his realm is still unstable. It is obvious that he has just entered the peak of the grand master for a few days.

On the other hand, Hong Yao's true energy was powerful and his sword energy was domineering, which was obviously more terrifying.

Ye Lingtian nodded slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes, and asked again: "If you were to deal with this woman, would you need a hundred moves?"

Yue Fuyao shook her head: "To deal with her, you only need fifty moves. If you have a good sword, thirty moves will be enough!"

"Well! You can spar with her later."

Ye Lingtian smiled.