C13 Who Is the Murderer

Book Sword, Wen Zhu, and Du Le arrived one after another.

When Wen Zhu saw the corpses littered all over the ground from afar, his eyes turned moist and tears began to fall. She was too familiar with everything here.

With the sword in his heart, he quickly pulled her to the side and concealed himself.

Tang San said, "Master Xuan Ku, before you understand this matter, don't go too far."

The Mysterious Bitter Demon Staff swept across the army of a thousand, the staff was heavy, and it was like a small mountain was heading straight for Tang San.

The Bashu Tang Sect had made its name known in the martial arts world for the past few years, especially to the current Sect Leader, the three Young Masters of Tang Clan. Around 30 years old, full of vigor and vitality. The secret weapons of the Tang Sect were peerless in this world. Therefore, not only was Tang San proficient in all sorts of concealed weapons, the incense in his hands was also exceptionally fragrant and fierce.

Tang San was a young and vigorous man, and he did not listen to Grandmaster Xuan Ku's explanation. In his heart, he thought: "Wu Lin has always followed the lead of the Shaolin and the horse, but I will see if you will or not."

Seeing that Xuan Ku had struck with his staff, Tang San leaped. A few feet above the ground. From high up in the sky, his right hand folded fan and struck straight towards Xuankong's face. He then continued, "Master Xuan Ku, I respect you as my senior. Do you think I'm afraid of you now?"

Xuan Ku hurriedly retracted his staff to dodge. Tang San took advantage of this opportunity and closed in on Xuan Ku's chest with his folding fan.

It had to be known that although the Master of Mystical Bitterness was the abbot of Shaolin, one was that he was old and powerful, and the other was that his martial arts was more aggressive. Exhaustion of energy. In addition, when Master Xuan Ku held the staff in his hand, the weight of the weapon could be imagined. Tang San, on the other hand, was too young and his steps were light. The folding fan, tap, tap, and pick were all used to bully the body and give a short fight, so the two of them were evenly matched in this battle.

Xuan Ku had not been able to defeat them for a long time, so he was more or less impatient. Young Master Lin Wu Dang had always been the top disciple of Wu Lin. He couldn't deal with the young man in front of him at this moment. Xuan Ku was somewhat impatient. One had to know that this was a violation of the taboo of martial artists. Originally, Xuan Ku's cultivation was far above Tang San's. However, Tang Thirty-Six had come and gone lightly, dealing with the tribulations. He had used up all of his opponent's internal energy. In this battle, they were actually evenly matched.

On the contrary, the more time passed, the more it was disadvantageous to Xuan Ku. Tang San got closer and closer, but the Xuan Ku Da Mo Staff was unable to unleash its might. He dodged the folding fan and took a few steps back. The Damocles' staff swept across his body. Tang Thirty-Six charged at Tang Thirty-Six, who was like a mountain toppling over the sea. He rolled over to Xuan Ku's side and lightly waved his fan. "Dang, dang, dang" He hit the staff three times in a row. Although his fan was small, it was made of fine steel. A close-combat technique could pierce through a person's body. This was the advantage of folding fans.

Master Bitter Ink suddenly felt his palm go numb as Tang San's fan shot towards Master Bitter Ink's right rib, surprising him. Taking a step back, he noticed that his kasaya had been pierced by the folding fan.

Tang San cupped his hands and said, "Master, if I, Tang San, were to kill the people here, how could I walk right into a trap?"

Xuan Ku stood at the side, ready to speak. A figure flashed before his eyes. He saw a person standing in front of him like a cool breeze. He had five long whiskers and his eyes were shining brightly. A pair of shiny shoes, holding a horsetail whisk. It was precisely Daoist Wu Dang.

"He flicked his whisk." "Immeasurable Sage." "Third Sect Master Tang, in the current martial arts world, only the Tang Sect is respected in the art of concealed weapons. You say that you did not kill a person, then how do you explain this power poison needle?"

Tang San held the poisonous needle in his hand and carefully observed it. He felt quite puzzled. This poisonous needle truly did belong to the Tang Sect. He was silent for a long time. He seemed to have comprehended something.

At that moment, Tang San turned to Qing Shui and said with a bitter cupped fist, "This poison needle is indeed owned by my Tang Sect, but I am absolutely not the one who killed these people." Inside, it's very straight. It's inconvenient for me to say anything. "

Seeing the sword coming from afar, the little loach quickly crept along the bushes outside the hall and found it. Seeing the middle finger of the sword standing at the corner of the little loach's mouth, indicating that the loach was not allowed to make any noise, the few of them gathered together to hear Wen Zhu say in a soft voice, "Strange, why can't I see master?"

Daoist Qing waved his horsetail whisk, "Sect Leader Tang, since you admit that this poisonous needle belongs to your Tang Sect, then you say that you didn't kill the people here. "That's strange, could it be that an outsider will use your poisonous needles to kill someone?"

Tang San did not say a word, and his expression was gloomy and uncertain. He said, "Everyone, give Tang San some time. I will give everyone an explanation."

"My brothers died just like that in the hundred lives of our Kongtong Sect."

As these words were spoken, Dian Cang, Emei, and the group of martial artists nodded in agreement. For a time, the entire place was bustling with noise and excitement.

Enchanting Shadow also stepped forward and coldly said, "Sect Leader Tang, you have no basis for your words. With just a few words, will we believe you?" I, the Demon brothers of the Demon Clan, have always been like brothers in arms, with the strength of the Demon Brothers, if they were not poisoned in front of the needles, how could they have died in the chaos of the blade? How do you explain that? "

Finished speaking, Phantom Shadow pointed his sword at Tang San. Despite killing people like blood, he did not frown, but the departure of the two brothers this time, had indeed caused his liver and lungs to hurt. Even the hand holding the sword was trembling.

Seeing how Tang San was unmoved, a Daoist said with a sigh, "Since ancient times, killing to pay with one's life has always been a right and natural thing to do. "If the people here really did die under the hands of Sect Leader Tang, then I can only administer justice."

Tang San said coldly. I said, if I didn't kill the person, then I didn't kill the person. " There was no point in speaking any further. What else do you want?

"I want to avenge my third and fourth brothers."

The Great Shadow Sword Flower rose up, attacking as well.

The two were filled with grief and indignation, their swords were vicious, every move was fatal. They all thrust towards Tang San.

Tang San did not explain. His white robe fluttered in the wind. Under the frenzied attacks of the two devils. It was actually not inferior in the slightest.

During the fierce battle, Tang San avoided the sharp sword of evil spirits, swiftly turned around and stood behind the Phantom Shadow, and lightly waved his folding fan. When he touched the back of the back of the Phantom Shadow, it was unable to move. Big Shadow was shocked, he struck out his Tornado Flower towards Tang San.

Tang Shan did not dare to be slow and followed the flow to avoid the sword. He flipped himself over like a kite. Next to his body, the fast folding fan attacked Big Shadow's wrist, dang dang. Unable to hold the sword in his hand, the sharp sword flew out.

The two of them were extremely embarrassed as they looked at Yi Qing. A Daoist said, "The Tang Sect's concealed weapons are unrivalled, and their martial arts are also quite impressive. Have This Penniless Priest come to seek your advice. "

He leapt up and down. The horsetail whisk unfurled, and like a myriad of lines of rain, it hurtled towards Tang San.

Tang San arched his legs and did not dodge. The folding fan opened. He went up to meet it. The force from the horsetail whisk was exceptionally strong. He saw that Tang San did not even try to dodge. Instead, he used the folding fan to charge forward. He then increased his strength to more than a thousand Jin.

Who knew it would be so soft when he touched it? It had originally been Tang San who had seemingly met force with force, but in reality, he had taken advantage of this opportunity. The instant the folding fan collided with the dried whisk, he had slid down the boat instead of rising up. This was the main meaning of Taiji Fist.

The clear horsetail whisk moved towards a pile of cotton. There was no strength to speak. He quickly retreated, left and right, using all his strength to sweep away the three armies. He looked at Tang San's face. There was an extremely fine steel wire mixed within the dense hemp thread of the horsetail whisk. As long as the horsetail whisk swept it, it would be able to touch it. It must be a laceration.

Despite Tang San's young strength, after three fierce battles, his physical strength was gradually running out. He ducked. Who knew that this move of Daoist Three's was just a feint? Taking advantage of Tang San lowering his head, the second move was like a bolt of lightning, blocking his path of retreat. Tang San had nowhere to dodge. Even though the bridge flipped backwards, it was still too slow. His right shoulder was hit by the horsetail whisk and his white robe instantly cracked. Two streaks of blood could be seen.

Tang San jumped out of the circle, still in shock. The clear whisk was like a flower falling from heaven.

There was no place to hide, no place to hide.

At that moment.

Ding! A sound was heard.

One of the Daoists' horsetail whisk was blocked, and it was placed to the side. Yi Qing was startled. When she looked down, it was a small swallow dart that landed on the horsetail whisk.

He picked up the swallow dart and studied it for a long time. He muttered to himself, "Swallow dart, Swallow dart..." It's Junior Master, it's Junior Master. "

He said loudly, "Is it Martial Uncle? Is it Martial Uncle? If Martial Uncle comes, I have offended you. I am very polite."

From a nearby forest, a skinny youth walked over.

His eyes weren't big to begin with, so he smiled. It was like a crescent moon with dimples at the corners of its mouth. But there was a sunny and happy expression on his face.

"What Martial Uncle, what Martial Uncle." I shot the swallow dart. It's fine if you win, but why do you have to press on? It would already be unfair for them to fight three matches by themselves! "

Shaolin Xuan Ku, Wu Dang Qing, Qi Mei and the martial artists present all cast their gazes towards that person.

"One of them asked." This little brother is rather impartial, but let me ask you, where did you learn this swallow dart from? "

The little loach put its hands on its shoulders and said, "What? You're asking Swallow Darts? Of course it's taught by Master."

The Taoist Yifeng came from the same faction in the morning, and he was going to call Yifeng martial uncle in the morning. The daotong under Yi Feng and Yi Qing were of the same generation, and Yi Chen was about the same age as the little loach. So according to seniority. Although the little Loach was young, it was indeed of the same generation as Yi Qing.

Little Loach was not to be bullied. The sun was shining again. At this moment, he purposely laughed out loud, "Rumors in the martial arts world say, don't let the swallow come. "But don't worry, nothing bad will happen to my Swallow Escort."

Yi Qing asked, "Your master, is your master Daoist Yi Feng?"

The little loach smiled and said, "About this, I won't tell you. Guess."

In the morning, when he saw the young man's glib tongue, he was slightly angry, "In this whole world, my martial uncle is the only one who knows how to use the Swallow Escort Technique. Martial Uncle's whereabouts are unknown, could it be that I have taken you as my disciple again? "

The little loach laughed again. "Yes, yes, I was joking with you. I am the disciple of Daoist Yifeng, and the little loach is also. If you call him senior uncle, then we are of the same generation. I don't need to call you elder anymore. "

After saying that, the little Loach laughed again.

Looking at the little loach in the morning, he thought, "Why did Martial Uncle accept this disciple?" So he said, "Of course not, of course not. Then, can I call you Little Loach? "

The little loach smiled and said, "Of course, of course. It's pretty good, pretty good. I'll call you Daoist Qing then."

Qing Qing didn't mind at all. Only, little Loach, I don't know why you came here, or why you used a dart to save people. You're so young, why are you wading in this muddy water? "

Tang San had long since stood to the side and looked at the little loach with gratitude.

Seeing that it was the little loach that had arrived, the two of them were both surprised and happy. Qimu Ying asked: "Good brother, where is that Young Hero Shi? You've all come. "

The little Loach was overjoyed to see the two of them. He called out loudly, "Big Brother, come out. The two brothers, Chimei and Mei, have missed you."

From where the leaves flashed, the scholar sword, Wen Zhu and the scholar with the holy hands, Du Le, came out.

Shujian stood in the middle and cupped his hands towards the crowd, "Greetings Grandmaster Xuanshu and Taoist Qing!" He then waved his hands in greeting to all the martial artists on the street.

"My surname is Shi, my name is Shu Jian." This is my little brother, Little Loach. " He pointed to the two brothers. These are the two brothers that I just made friends with.

Seeing the crowd gather below, the book sword started to discuss. He said loudly, "Don't hurt our relationship until we know the truth. "Everyone, think carefully. If it is the Tang Sect that wants to massacre the Kongtong Sect, then let us ask, does Kongtong Mountain have a blood feud with the Tang Sect?"

The sword paused for a moment before continuing, "Why are all the people that died in the Kongtong Mountains servants, guards, and me, the Sprite Brothers? Why are we not seeing Yun Yangzi, Green Snake, and White Snake? And why did he choose to kill before the two brothers left? Therefore, he said that he had many doubts. Before he knew the truth behind the matter, he had to be careful not to make wild guesses. In order to avoid falling into the enemy's trap. "

The young scholar was a rare figure, and his words were loud and forceful. As soon as his voice fell, it immediately drew applause and praise.

"That's right. This young hero is great!"

The two of them looked at the book sword with eyes full of gratitude and admiration.

The sword said, "Since the matter has already been resolved like this, then I will definitely find out who the real culprit is after giving me a little time to think about it. Give everyone an explanation. "

Another round of applause.

The sunlight was shining through the leaves.

It shone on the young man. It was as if there was an inexhaustible power within him.

He wanted to pluck the silk thread out of the cocoon to find the real culprit, but … Who was the murderer?

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