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Volume 3 Swordsman Chapter 475 Attack

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    Chapter 475 Attack

    Jiang Nanyun brought five women, all of whom were young and beautiful. They looked delicate and timid, not like martial arts practitioners.

    They are all very charming, and the nuns from the Hengshan sect pale in comparison to them, like masters and servants.

    Jiang Nanyun rolled his eyes at them, and with a slight curse, they suddenly changed, and all the radiance around them disappeared. Although they were still beautiful, they were not intimidating.

    ¡°Little Master Uncle, how many people are there in the Snow Melting Formation now?¡± Jiang Nanyun asked.

    Yilin sighed softly: "There are only twenty-four people."

    Jiang Nanyun frowned and glanced at Yilin: "Twenty-four? Junior uncle, this is too many!"

    Master Yiqing was too stunned for a moment, but then he realized that he was afraid of rumors about the Melting Snow Sword Formation, so he hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Gang Leader Jiang, their loyalty can be guaranteed."

    Jiang Nanyun shook his head: "Snow Melting Sword Formation, more is worse than finer. One formation can be as powerful as one master. It is the superposition of the power of several people With a few more formations, it is better to use one's heart to improve the people. Once the formation is completed, one can become a first-class master, one can defeat a hundred." ."

    Hearing this, Yilin seemed to have some realization: "I didn't expect this."

    "Uncle Master, practicing the Snow Melting Sword Formation is difficult and requires extraordinary qualifications. Otherwise, progress will stagnate in the later stages," Jiang Nan said.

    Yilin nodded, suddenly understanding.

    At noon, at the foot of Hengshan Pagoda, a group of people, about fifty or so, stood motionless, with faces ranging from excitement, nervousness, or excitement.

    A group of them were about twenty feet away, next to a pine forest. Six of them were sitting under a pine tree, discussing in low voices with solemn faces.

    There are six people, two in their twenties, three middle-aged people, and one old man. His eyebrows are gray and his face is full of vicissitudes of life. The wrinkles on his face are like knives engraved on them. The hardships he experienced in the past seem to be engraved on his face.

    They sat around and talked in low voices.

    A middle-aged man snorted and smiled disdainfully: "If you ask me, just attack them directly. It's a small Hengshan sect, it's no big deal!"

    "That's right, what are the abilities of a group of nuns from the Hengshan sect?!"

    A middle-aged man with a long scar on the right side of his face shook his head: "Don't be careless. It is said that the skills of the new head Yilin are no worse than that old nun Dingyi!"

    "Hehe, it's just a rumor, do you believe this?!" Another middle-aged man shook his head and sneered again and again, with a look of disdain.

    "Okay!" A deep shout sounded, and the gray-haired old man stood up, patted his butt, and glanced at the five people: "Let's fight it openly and above board!"

    After saying that, he turned around and left.

    The five people looked at each other, looked at each other, shook their heads, some were happy, some were helpless, and dispersed to greet their men.

    A middle-aged man came to the crowd, stepped on a stone, and looked down at the crowd.

    He is tall, has silkworm eyebrows, red and phoenix eyes, a slightly purple face, a majestic appearance, and the aura of Guan Gong.

    His eyes were like lightning, scanning everyone's faces one by one, missing no one, and said in a deep voice: "On the night of the fifth day, the Hengshan faction sneaked up to our Songshan Mountain in the dark, attacked and killed more than thirty people, and left calmly!  "

    He paused, glanced at everyone with a stern look, took a breath, and said coldly: "We are a dignified Songshan sect, the number one sect in the Five Mountains, but we were bullied to the head by a group of women, making everyone in the world laugh at us, and our entire Songshan sect was humiliated.  You are also ashamed of my Songshan ancestors!"

    The people below were buzzing, their faces full of anger, their eyes widened, and they were gasping for air. Thinking of being humiliated like this, they became so strong that they wanted to kill these nuns even if they risked themselves!

    The middle-aged man sneered: "As a disciple of the Songshan Sect, I can't avenge this shame and have no shame to walk in the martial arts world. It's better to go home to farm and have children!"

    "Avenging shame!!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

    "Excuse me!" Everyone shouted angrily, the sound shook the sky, and the momentum was like a rainbow. A group of sparrows flew up and fled in all directions.

    ¡°Okay¡ª¡ª!¡± The middle-aged man nodded and waved his hand vigorously: ¡°Let¡¯s go! Go to Hengshan Mountain!¡±

    He jumped off the stone, turned around and walked towards the mountain, taking long strides and going very fast.

    ¡°Kill¡ª¡ª!¡± Everyone shouted angrily, followed him closely, used Qinggong, and rushed towards Hengshan Mountain like arrows.

    Under Jianxing Peak, there is a flat place in front of the mountain path, where a group of nuns are standing. Yilin and Jiangnanyun are standing together.

    There are a total of twenty-four nuns in this group. Looking down from a high altitude, the twenty-four people are lined up like a plum blossom, perfect.

    Yitai and Shi Qingshi were also among the twenty -four people. They stood quietly, saying nothing, her face was dignified, and she stared at the front facing the front.The intersection we came from.

    "Uncle Junior, we are almost here." Jiang Nanyun said softly.

    Wearing a moon-white gown, she is bright and elegant. Taking advantage of her graceful figure, her face is like white jade, her eyes are like dots of lacquer, and her expression is calm and restrained.

    "Yilin is wearing a moon-white monk's robe, her face is as beautiful as white jade, her eyes are soft, even though her face is solemn, she still has a charming and charming temperament.

    She nodded lightly: "I didn't expect that they only came with such a small number of people."

    "They are quite interesting, I thought they were the Songshan Sect from the past!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and shook his head.

    In the past, when Zuo Lengchan was there in the Songshan Sect, he would often fight one against ten without falling behind, because Zuo Lengchan was one of the three great masters of the righteous way, and his martial arts skills were not inferior to Shaolin Master Fangzheng.  Fearful and courageous.

    Yilin said softly: "Nanyun, it seems that you people don't need to take action."

    "That's the best." Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled.

    "Master, they are coming!" Master Yihe said in a deep voice, his face tensed, and the tip of his sword pointed not far ahead.

    Six people walked in front, wearing yellow robes, and behind them were more than fifty men and women. They were all full of energy, with blazing eyes, staring at Yilin and the others.

    When they saw Yilin and Jiang Nanyun next to them, they were startled. They didn't expect that the two girls were so beautiful, and their eyes suddenly lit up and they couldn't open their eyes.

    Many of them have seen Yilin, but the Yilin of today is completely different from the Yilin of the past. The radiance of her body is like the difference between the moon and the sun.

    As for Jiangnan Yun, even if she has lost her luster and is as calm as a bright moon in the water, she still has an overwhelming splendor that is eye-catching and difficult to ignore.

    Yi Lin took a step forward, joined in the tithe, pronounced a Buddhist name, and said softly: "Seniors of the Songshan Sect, come to our Hengshan Mountain, what do you want to teach us?!"

    The middle-aged man who spoke earlier stood up, glanced at Yilin with a stern look, and said, "Master Yilin, we Mingren don't tell secrets, but we are here for revenge!"

    "Revenge?" Yilin raised her eyebrows, shook her head and said, "What grudges do I have with you?"

    "Haha, Master, why do you have to pretend to be stupid? You led people to kill so many people in our Songshan sect. This account must be settled?!" The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed, with a cold expression on his face.  Smiling, he looked sideways at Yilin.

    Yilin nodded. A monk would not lie. Moreover, she did not bother to deny it. If she did it, she would do it. It was no big deal.

    She shook her head and said: "We monks have taken the killing prohibition, but we have no choice but to do so. It is true that those senior brothers wanted to kill us first, and the killing was for self-defense."

    The middle-aged man waved his hand with an impatient look on his face: "Stop talking nonsense! Since the person is dead, this revenge must be avenged!"

    Yilin sighed, her jade face showed a look of compassion, as if she was in inexplicable sorrow.

    ¡°Go ahead and kill me!¡± The middle-aged man sneered and waved his arms.

    Yi Lin also raised her arms and shouted softly: "Sword Formation!"

    "Clang¡ª¡ª" Twenty-four swords were unsheathed at the same time, but just like one sword was unsheathed, the dragon's roar sounded, lingering in the valley.

    The long sword pointed diagonally at the upper right, and the figure remained motionless. A gust of wind blew by, the sword spikes fluttered, and the broad monk's robes fluttered.

    More than fifty people rushed forward in anger, one group of twenty-five or six, divided into two groups, and each surrounded the twelve people in formation.

    They also formed a circular formation, just two people dealing with a nun, as if they were specially prepared and restrained, so many people came here on purpose.

    When they didn't move, the twenty-four female nuns stood motionless, their swords pointing diagonally, like statues.

    When they started to attack, the twenty-four female nuns suddenly moved, the cold light surged, like an explosion, shooting out silver light, and the sword formation immediately started to move.

    The fifty or so people began to understand the power of the Snow Melting Formation. They were like a violent storm, but when they attacked the Sword Formation, they were like mud and cows and had no effect.

    They were originally two against one person, keeping one person in check, but the Melting Snow Sword Formation was rotating, and their footwork was mysterious. They stabbed clearly, but often missed the target. They could not stop it, nor could they stop the rotation and movement of the sword formation.  .

    The six leaders of the Songshan Sect surrounded Yilin and Jiang Nanyun.

    "This girl has no idea who she is, why does she want to get involved?!" The middle-aged man who had been talking asked Jiang Nanyun warmly.

    Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head. His reputation was indeed not big enough, and people from the Songshan Sect did not recognize him.

    She whispered: "Little girl Jiang Nanyun."

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± The middle-aged man was suddenly startled, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at??Jiang Nanyun, as if he was about to pierce her eyes, hummed in a deep voice: "Are you Xiao Yihan's disciple, the dangerous fairy Jiang Nanyun?!"

    "It's just the little girl." Jiang Nanyun smiled softly.

    The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed, looking very happy: "Good! Good!  It's really hard to find a place to go after wearing iron shoes. It's great. I don't have to run to Lin'an City!"

    Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled: "You guys want to take advantage of the Hengshan sect. It's really ridiculous!"

    ¡°How presumptuous!¡± The gray-haired old man shouted in a deep voice, his eyes gleaming with cold light.

    Jiang Nanyun just pursed his lips and smiled, but said no more.

    The old man said coldly: "Do it!"

    After saying that, he unsheathed his sword and stabbed Jiang Nanyun with one sword. His movements were extremely fast, but he did not bother to bully the weak and slender Yilin.
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