"Damn it, you two shameless old men, even if you can hide it for a while, how can you hide it for the rest of your life? Sooner or later, you will pay the price for your filth."

The Wudang Patriarch roared and launched a frantic attack.

But the ancestors of Huashan and Kongtong have lived long enough, and they no longer react to such words. They don't care at all, but the force of their attacks becomes more and more fierce and domineering.

They were both Hongmeng monks, and even former Taoist friends. They fought bloody battles together, killed the enemy bravely, and left their backs to him. But now these words have turned the fantasy into an illusion.

I have seen extraordinary things, but I have never seen such extraordinary things.

All of this has been prepared for a long time. The leader of the Hongmeng Alliance was restrained by the Qingcheng Patriarch. Even the Tianshan Patriarch who had not taken any action was carefully checked and balanced by the Emei Patriarch.

This also confirms the saying, never give up until you achieve your goal!

Ning Tao's chest rose and fell violently, and he was extremely gloomy. He was waging a war of hesitation in his heart. He didn't want to see all the lives lost, and he didn't want to see Wudang disciples die because of Wuyou.

Then he will be condemned and judged in his heart.

Hearing this, Wuchenzi became furious and twisted: "You bunch of bastards have been planning to do this for a long time. You have even used the sect's background, so what kind of compensation can you use to make excuses...!"

He seemed to want to spit out all the bitterness in his heart, and he kept yelling angrily. All the years of cultivation were completely pissed off by him.

"Wuchen, please calm down. It's useless to say anything now. There is only one battle. Use the sword in your hand to kill all the enemies," Yue Wuhan said decisively, revealing murderous intent.

Leader Ziyang had seen through it and immediately issued a stern order: "All Wudang disciples will obey the order and fight bloody battles to kill all the enemies and use their blood to baptize our unyielding souls."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hua Tu and others laughed evilly and waved their hands, and several elders came out from the darkness. Except for the leaders, basically the whole sect... had arrived in person!

And this kind of combat power is enough to crush Wudang and the two Tianshan sects. There are as many as ten infant refining monks alone. It can be said that if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent if you don't succeed.

All disciples obey the order, and anyone who blocks it will be killed without mercy!

As soon as he finished speaking, the four elders were the first to rush out. They had strong and majestic strength. Their disciples gritted their teeth and rushed out first. It was time... to fight to the death!

Wuwang, Head Ziyang and others immediately roared angrily, took out their weapons, and charged forward brazenly.

The two giants are about to collide, just like two sports cars speeding on the highway. Once they collide, one of them will be injured or killed, or both will be killed.

Just when they were about to collide, a figure stepped in the middle, seeming to be blocking them. With his small body like a thin mantis, he blocked the two giants.

He is none other than... Ning Tao!

I saw that his whole body was filled with sword energy, his eyes were like swords, and his clothes were windless and automatic. He was like a master of swordsmanship, exuding unparalleled power. Even the four refining gods who were fighting fiercely looked at him sideways.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and no one dared to move. Even the four people who were fighting all retreated in unison.

Everyone's eyes turned to... Ning Tao!

"Disciple, what are you going to do? Come back as soon as possible. Today, as my master, I will vent my anger on Wuyou. I would rather die without regrets."

"I would rather die without regrets...!"

All the disciples preparing for the battle roared at the same time, with firm belief.

On the other side, Hua Tu smiled ferociously and said: "Boy, what kind of trick are you trying to scare us with? You want to have a sword fight with me from the Huashan School. Who in China has the qualifications?"

When Ning Tao heard this, his face was indifferent. He no longer wanted to waste words on such a brainless and mentally retarded old thing.

Moreover, when it comes to swords, there is only one person in his heart...the Sword Immortal!

He took a deep breath, looked at Wudang, and said respectful thanks: "Disciple Ning Tao, thank you seniors and brothers for your help. I will definitely keep it in my heart."

Seeing this, Wuchenzi suddenly felt something bad and said anxiously: "Disciple, you can't be stupid. If you dare to hand Wuyou over, I will sever the master-disciple relationship with you."

"Uncle Ning, I in Wudang only have people who died in battle, but no souls that surrendered. Even if I shed the last drop of blood, I will never surrender to these old bastards. It's absolutely impossible...!"

Hearing the grief and anger of these disciples, Ning Tao was moved in his heart, his eyes were blurry, and he looked in the direction of the cave. The senior sister weakly supported the stone wall and conveyed her firm belief to him.

It seems that this is the only way to do it!

He turned around slowly, showed a wry smile, and spoke a few words with difficulty, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Wudang disciples are never afraid of death, and never give in. Anyone who is afraid of death is the one who will be raised. I, Wu Hailin, will be the first to look down on him, and so will I. Count me in...!"

When Ning Tao saw this, he had a complicated look on his face and shook his head.

Seeing this, Xu Wu sarcastically said: "It seems that you in Wudang also have people who understand righteousness, and they are children... Father, if you can think of it, just hand over the child."

Dao Xuan also stood up at this time and said with a smile: "Ning Xiaoyou... consider the overall situation... Gu Hongmeng, it's best if you don't fight. Once the blood flows into a river, it will be no good to anyone."

"If the leader of the alliance knew about it, he would definitely be heartbroken. The mighty Wudang sect is actually a selfish person, but fortunately, because of Ning Xiaoyou's... righteousness...!"

The last word he said was...kill the bride!

The disciples of the two factions were already furious and decided to kill a few more bastards. Even if they bite and break their teeth, they still have to bite off a piece of meat. Killing one would be enough, killing two would make a profit...!

Wuchenzi's roar, Ziyang's big order, Wuwu's firm dissuasion, the disciple's reluctance, and the old dog's pride...!

When Ning Tao heard this, he suddenly smiled and said calmly: "When did I say...I will leave Wuyou to you. If your ears don't work, don't be careless."

"Zheng!"

"Junior, don't talk nonsense and hand over the person immediately, otherwise, I will behead you immediately," the ancestor of Huashan said with a cold face and said very impatiently.

"How dare you," Miao Jingjing shouted angrily with her eyebrows raised.

When Ning Tao saw this, he smiled casually and said slowly: "I have one more move, which should sweep everything away and end...everything."

"This move is called I'd rather break the jade into pieces than make it whole!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cave suddenly erupted with the aura of the powerful Infant Refiner. It was as vast as a lake and as strong as a mountain, but it made even the God Refiner Ancestor's face change greatly.

"No, they want to detonate the source of disaster!"

Liao Kong and others lost their voices in horror and stepped back one after another. However, if it exploded, the entire Wudang Mountain would be covered, and they would not have time to escape.

Although the source of disaster has not existed for a long time, the power it absorbs is equivalent to the smallest, simplest, and most simplified version of a gun, and its power... is impossible to fathom.

Even if Ling Kong and others can protect themselves, their foundation, these disciples, will not be able to escape. It is impossible, and their four major sects will be finished.

"My little friend, don't be impulsive. Everything is easy to talk about. Just think about your children and the sect," Liao Kong said in shock.

"That's right, that's right, everything is negotiable, don't be impulsive, otherwise, this Wudang will be over...!"

Voices of dissuasion came out one after another. Although Ning Tao looked very cold, he did not have the courage to do so despite his worries.

In mid-air, Huashan Ancestor's eyes narrowed. If Ning Tao and the others were allowed to take the initiative, then they would lose more than they gain this time. They might even steal the chicken but lose the rice, with serious consequences.

Seeing that everyone was shocked by this momentum, he felt a move in his heart and instantly drew his sword, transforming himself into a galloping wind sword.

"Huashan's unique skill, the fierce wind and swift sword!"

"Um...no...old man...how dare you...!"

Miao Jingjing, Wudang Ancestor, Wuchenzi, Yue Wuhan... These people care about Ning Tao, but they can't get there.

As for Ning Tao himself, he had no time to dodge. This blow was beyond the range of what he could bear, and it was also a sneak attack. How could he easily resist the attack from the God of Refining?

In the pupils, a sharp sword was projected, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Ning Tao was so frightened and angry that his eyes were about to burst, but he vaguely heard a mysterious, old, and vast Hong Zhong Da Lu.
Chapter completed!