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Xiong Wei stood on the West Shinto Road, his eyes full of ice and snow intermittent, and a winding mountain road stretched in the direction of Nanyan Palace.

Xiong Wei looked down, and there were snow marks mixed with blood on the stone steps in the recesses of the mountains, among the dead grass. Between the overlapping mountain loves, the dark green pine and cedarin also reveal a blood, and the entire Wudang Mountain is as heroic as if it has been stained with blood.

He chased all the way, snowflakes were flying, and the narrow road was full of ice slag. The trees around them retreated, shaking off the snow from the branches.

The bears trotted quickly, and the sound of fighting and screaming grew louder and louder. He quickened his pace and ran in the direction where the sound was coming from.

He had just run to the side of the Horse Bridge and was very surprised: "Why are there so many Qing soldiers?"

The Qing soldiers who went up the mountain were burly, brave and good at fighting, the Qing soldiers held long knives, the Wudang road was narrow, the Qing soldiers collided with each other, and the little Taoists of Wudang fell into the river one after another.

Xiong Wei glanced around, and his gaze suddenly stopped on a little Taoist priest.

One of the Qing soldiers hit a small Taoist priest with his body, and another little Taoist priest took a sword and stabbed at this Qing soldier. The blade of the sword stabbed Qing Bing's back, but it did not pierce his clothes.

The Qing soldiers turned around, and as soon as the long knife was chopped, the sword in the little Taoist priest's hand was cut off with a "bang".

Qing Bing glared angrily at the little Taoist, and the little Taoist slowly retreated. The Qing soldier roared, grabbed the little Taoist priest with both hands, and lifted him up.

Xiong Wei saw that in front of the Qing soldiers was a steep mountain cliff. Without saying a word, Xiong Wei strode over, jumped over, and stabbed a sword into the chest of the Qing soldier.

Xiong Wei glared at the Qing soldiers, and before he died, the Qing soldiers threw the little Taoist priest at Xiong Wei, Xiong Wei hugged the little Taoist priest and turned around, throwing the little Taoist priest to the grass side, and the sword stabbed the Qing soldiers violently.

"Split thorns and thorns!" Xiong Wei raised his sword like crazy and slashed in the mountain road, only to see the cold light on the mountain road dazzling, breathtakingnAd1(

Xiong Wei held the sword in his hand, and the swordsman stabbed all the way forward. The mountain road is very narrow, and the two meet without death or injury. Holding the sword in his hand, Xiong Wei rushed straight forward sideways, using his wrist strength to keep the tip of the sword forward.

The Qing soldiers were suppressed for a while and retreated one after another, and the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain gathered again and blocked the Shinto Road leading to the direction of Nanyan Palace.

At this time, cold-blooded people also rushed over. The cold-blooded side also had more than a dozen black-clothed people in strong suits who also slashed over with big knives.

Although these men in black are not as brave as the Qing soldiers, they are more dexterous than the Qing soldiers, and they just play to their strengths on the mountain road. The cold-blooded man had not yet rushed to the mountain, and the throwing knives had already flown up the mountain road one after another. The Taoist priests who had gathered together in Wudang Mountain just now were scattered in cold blood in an instant.

Xiong Wei swung his sword and swooped down, the tip of the sword pointing straight at the cold-blooded forehead. Cold-blooded battles have always been very brave and never back down, he directly "pounced" at Xiong Wei's sword, Xiong Wei flew up and jumped, and the sword "picked" cold-blooded from top to bottom.

"One in a hundred!" Xiong Wei held the sword hand, his palm turned inward, his body and arm did not move, and he used his wrist strength to make the tip of the sword stab at the cold-blooded head.

"Cold-blooded, you go to die!" Seeing that Cold-Blooded did not dodge, Xiong Wei shouted and flew to stab his sword at Cold-Blooded Brain.

Cold-blooded smiled contemptuously, the tip of the sword pointed at the door of the head before tilting his head to dodge under Xiong Wei's sword, raising his hand to raise the big knife and slashing at Xiong Wei, Xiong Wei couldn't dodge, the knife slipped over his shoulder, cutting a long hole, and the blood immediately flowed down, dripping on the snow.

The Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain couldn't withstand the long knives of the Qing soldiers at all, and with a "bang", the first level of the Western Shendao was broken through in cold blood, and the Qing soldiers rushed straight into the direction of the upper courtyard.

If it is a one-on-one single, maybe the Wudang sword is not inferior to the long knife of the Jurchen clan, but in such a scuffle, the long knife of the Jurchen clan hits the Wudang sword, and the Wudang sword will fly if it is not broken, and there are many people who fly together.

The Taoist priests and the Qing soldiers fought viciously, fighting with Xiong Wei in cold blood, and at the same time led the black-clothed man to Nanyan Chong nAd2 (Xiong Wei and some Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain fought and retreated, retreated from the Horse Bridge to the upper courtyard, and then retreated from the upper courtyard to the middle courtyard.

The cold-blooded and black-clothed people are more profound than the Qing soldiers' martial arts, and the attack speed is very fast, and the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain have not yet come to their senses, and the cold-blooded people in black rushed through the middle courtyard to the lower courtyard. If you break through the lower courtyard again, you can go directly to Nanyan Palace. That is, Wudang Mountain is only the last line of defense that can be defended.

The scenery is picturesque all the way from the Five Dragons Palace, the bamboo forest is dense, the branches are still hanging with ice and snow, the ice waterfall hangs on the cliff, and the stream is murmuring under the cliff.

The places where the cold-blooded and the men in black pass through belong only to fear and death. On the West Shinto Road, the voices were everywhere, and the screams of the people were continuous.

Holding the sword tightly, Xiong Wei swung it again and again and rushed into the enemy group, many people died under his sword, and blood was spilled on the battlefield again and again.

Xiong Wei raised his sword and watched a man in black rush over again, and the hands of the man in black holding the knife kept shaking. Xiong Wei rushed to him, stabbed the man in black in the chest with a sword, and without hesitation, pulled it out and stabbed the other man in black.

The man in black looked at Xiong Wei and was in extreme fear, Xiong Wei stabbed him with a sword, and the man in black seemed to be frightened by Xiong Wei, and he didn't even have time to snort, so he fell under Xiong Wei's sword in frustration.

"Kill!" the Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain had the upper hand again.

Cold-blooded dodged Xiong Wei's blow just now, and just when he turned around and saw Xiong Wei picking two black-clothed people in a row, he was so angry that he scolded: "A group of fools!"

Cold-blooded raised his head, sneered, shook his hands, and more than a dozen flying knives slammed out. "Ahh

"Xiong Wei, I think you are still majestic?" Cold-blooded saw the flying knife fly into Xiong Wei's chest, and Xiong Wei's shoulder was cut by the cold-blooded long knife just now, and he was still bleeding. Now he was stabbed in the chest again, and blood flowed.

Xiong Wei gritted his teeth, looked at the cold blood with disdain, and said: "Cold blood, as long as I still have a breath, I am the majestic Xiong Wei nAd3("

The bear jumped and walked away, past the cold-blooded head, and the divine sword swept the "sea and sky" to make a move,

The sword stabbed out very straight, and the sword stayed on top of the cold-blooded head, and the sword light flashed on the mountain road.

"The sea leaps from the fish, and the birds fly in the sky. Xiong Wei's sword danced endlessly, and there was silence on the mountain road, and it was so lonely in an instant, Xiong Wei's sword didn't even have a "whooshing" sound, as if it was swallowed by the mountain road.

I saw a river of blood flowing on the mountain road, and I lay down again.

Xiong Wei held the sword with the palm of his hand inward, his foot slammed hard, and his body rose into the air again, and the sword slashed down with the person from top to bottom. "Smack!" a chill flashed in the mountain road, and the snow gathered blood and condensed together, scattered on the Nishijinto Road like flowers blooming in May.

Cold-blooded was swept towards a big tree by Xiong Wei's sword qi, and he didn't think that cold-blooded could still make a move when he was impacted, and the long knife in his cold-blooded hand crossed the tree, "click", and the big tree was discounted at the waist.

"Ahh

Cold-blooded stood up while scolding, raised his long knife, and rushed frantically. Cold-blooded and unable to even walk steadily, staggering forward.

All the Taoist priests raised their long swords and rushed towards the cold blood.

Cold-blooded still didn't dodge, which made the Taoist priests a little dazed. The cold-blooded long knife slashed at the Taoist priests, and the Taoist priests suddenly came to their senses. The two sides fought fiercely, and before long, blood soaked the mountain road again.

The cold-blooded hand holding the long sword was like a grim reaper, and the remaining men in black besieged it again. There was another overwhelming shout of killing on the mountain road. Ice, dirt, stones, and even human stumps flew along the mountain road, and the screams and shouts of killing were endless.

Xiong's eyes saw only one color: bright red blood.

"The mountain collapses and the ground cracks!" Xiong Wei supported his body with his sword, retreated a few steps, flew up, stretched out his sword, and walked the "Clear Wind Sword Step" to rush forward from behind, the sword slashed through the ground, and stabbed forward.

Xiong Wei didn't distinguish any sword moves, pointing to that and that, turning sideways for a while, jumping over for a while, and holding a sword straight forward for a while.

"All the things are silent!" Xiong Wei made a sword move, "Iron Horse Binghe fell into a dream", and the silence on the mountain road returned, a death-like silence.

Xiong Wei used a sword to stir up the Qing soldiers and the men in black to retreat, and the men in black and the Qing soldiers were beaten back again.

A killing had long since broken the original silence of the mountain road, and the Qing soldiers and the black-clothed men on the mountain road fell together under Xiong Wei's sword, and scattered ice cubes flew under the sword.

"Cold-blooded! This is where you are buried. Xiong Wei gritted his teeth and looked at the cold blood coldly, "I want to get the punishment that invades Wudang." ”

The sword of the bear flies on the mountain road, the sword light flashes on the mountain road, and there is only death on the mountain road.

Xiong raised his sword, jumped at each other, and stabbed at the enemy with one kick forward and one kick backward. From time to time, he turned around and stabbed at the enemy behind him, and the sword stabbed upwards from below, and then directly into the air, leaping up, and stabbing down from the air.

From time to time, it bounced up, the bent body straightened, and the straight body rolled up again, stabbing the sword into the enemy's chest again and again, and the sword emitted a dazzling cold light under the remnant sun.

All the Taoist priests and black-clothed men were dead and wounded, and only the cold-blooded person on the mountain road was looking at Xiong Qi's sword.

Xiong Wei ran over quickly, jumped up quickly, waved his right hand, and slashed at the cold blood with his sword. Cold-blooded bowed and retreated unhurriedly, Xiong Wei hurriedly turned around, waved his left hand, and a sword qi sent in the direction of cold-blooded.

Cold-blooded flew lightly and jumped behind Xiong Wei. "Hmph!" Xiong Wei quickly flipped back with his feet, and at the same time his hands emitted sword qi in the direction of the cold blood.

"Xiong Wei, do you still want to fight? The Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain have already gone to the Hades Palace. Cold-blooded raised his head and smiled, "If you also think of the city of death, then I will fulfill you." ”

Cold-blooded couldn't wait for Xiong Wei to reply, his murderous hair, rushed up like a wolf, and flew towards Xiong Wei with rampant and arrogant laughter. While shouting loudly: "Xiong Wei, I am going to set this throne." ”

Xiong Wei looked at the greedy and cruel cold-blooded, shook his head and said, "Cold-blooded, don't be dreaming of your Spring and Autumn Festival!"

At this moment, another group of black-clothed people rushed up from the bottom of the mountain. Cold-blooded saw that help was coming, and rushed forward even more violently.

Xiong Wei relaxed his defense slightly, and rushed through the lower courtyard with the man in black in cold blood, and Xiong Wei had to retreat to Nanyan.

Xiong Wei glanced back at the golden top, if the cold-blooded attack on Nanyan, the golden summit of Wudang Mountain would soon be occupied by cold-blooded, which means that no matter what, the last level of Nanyan would have to be defended.