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Yue Zhuang did not dare to slack off in the slightest. He completely eliminated his breathing, and his true energy circulated perfectly within his body.

His eyes flickered with a cold light! The entire courtyard was now silent. Not a single sound could be heard. Yue Zhuang and Dhamun did not dare to make a single sound. They were all waiting for the opportunity to attack.

For a moment, both sides started the battle of patience! A gentle breeze blew past, and a few fallen leaves fell.

The withered leaves brushed past Yue Zhuang's face. Dhamun's figure flashed strangely, and he pounced in the direction of Yue Zhuang. Right now, he was relying solely on his senses. A cold light flashed!

Yue Zhuang's figure shot out explosively with a flash of cold light. He locked onto Dhamun's true body. He dared to use the same move twice, so of course, he could see the flaw!

Hiss!

The broken white silk flew in the air like snowflakes.

The situation was very strange. Within the flash of light, Dhamun felt that the short blade in his hand had hit a piece of clothing, and he immediately cried out in his heart. His body was about to flash out again, but it was already too late! A huge, uncast blood-red sword energy, suddenly exploded from the thick fog like the rising sun, and the cold killing intent did not carry any emotion.

Dhamun's heart trembled, and his four limbs trembled lightly as if they were out of control! "Hehe, I've said that it's an ordinary move. It's completely unseen before!" Yue Zhuang's cold voice sounded in the thick fog. "I know who you are, Gumu Sect! White Lotus Cult Leader, Jue Wutian was injured by Gumu Sect back then!" Dhamun's face finally revealed a fearful expression.

Back then, White Lotus Cult Leader, Jue Wutian dominated the martial arts world of the Central Plains. Later on, he was defeated by a mysterious expert. It was the Gumu Sect.

"It's too late to know now. You have committed all kinds of crimes. Even if you die, Buddha will not be able to save you!" Dhamun called out his origins, but Yue Zhuang did not panic. His figure flashed and the iron sword in his hand made a cold light and swept Dhamun 's attack into the sword shadow. "Ten Thousand Swords Origin!" Dhamun suddenly jumped three inches off the ground and flew toward Yue Zhuang. The short blades in his hands give off a cold light. Yue Zhuang felt the shadows of the short blades in front and behind him and he was secretly shocked.

The opponent's double blades attacked his entire body.

In one move, there were countless exquisite moves, and at the same time, he pointed out all 36 weaknesses of his body. The demon monk of the western region was indeed capable. Yue Zhuang's black iron heavy sword changed its stance again and was thrown forward.

However, with a 'clang', the metal shook violently.

He used 120% of his strength in this move, causing Dhamun to jump and take two steps back. Dhamun was startled. He had never heard of the Gumu Sect using sword techniques before.

In the martial arts world, it was said that the Gumu Sect was good at spells, spear techniques, and fist techniques. He did not expect the sword techniques to be so sharp. Yue Zhuang waved the sword in his right hand again and used the thirty-six forms of the "Tiger Racing Sword Technique". He used the "Little Tackle Dragon" of the Bajiquan to grab Dhamun's shoulder. The Tiger Racing Sword Technique was a sword technique that evolved from the military. It was open and wide, mysterious and unpredictable, and it did not lose its balance.

His left hand, on the other hand, used the hand-to-hand technique to grab. Not only did he grab the joints, but he also grabbed the enemy's weapon. Dhamun did not dare to be negligent. He immediately displayed his strengths, and the sword light immediately interweaved with each other, causing the entire courtyard to dance. As someone who had joined forces to fight Yue Zhuang to a draw, he felt a little embarrassed. Yue Zhuang's iron sword seemed to be stuck to the Giant Que Sword. As the two swords intersected, Yue Zhuang felt that the true energy that was injected into the sword had disappeared, and he quickly drew his sword and retreated. However, it was still too late! Yue Zhuang felt a strong and overbearing energy coming from the other party's sword. It passed through his Giant Que Sword and quickly seeped into his wrist from his palm. In an instant, all the strength in his entire arm was lost. Then, Yue Zhuang raised the tip of his sword, and Dhamun's entire arm shot up into the sky with the Giant Que Sword! At the same time.

Wei Qiancheng personally led countless soldiers and surrounded the Spiritual God Temple. "Everyone, listen up! Launch the rockets!" Wei Qiancheng ordered. There was a saying, 'the wind aided the fire, and the fire borrowed the might of the wind'. As the cold wind blew, the rockets landed on the roofs or other buildings, instantly turning into a prairie fire. It quickly spread to the surroundings, and the flames burned fiercely, it devoured the Spiritual God Temple. The northern wind was fierce, and the fire was fiercer. It forced the disciples of the Spiritual God Temple to have nowhere to hide.

The entire Spiritual God Temple was in chaos, and all the disciples were rushing to put out the fire.

No one had the time to care about Yue Zhuang and the others in the hall. Some disciples even took advantage of the chaos to escape from the Spiritual God Temple. However, what the disciples of the Spiritual God Temple did not expect was that when they escaped from the mountain gate of the Spiritual God Temple, they would see the well-armored Yangzhou soldiers in front of them. The surroundings of Spiritual God Temple had long been surrounded by soldiers and horses. The sabers on their waists were unsheathed, and the crossbows were nocked, waiting for them to come out. "Release the arrows!" With Wei Qiancheng's order, tens of thousands of arrows shot out in an instant.

The disciples of the Spiritual God Temple who had fled in front were instantly shot into hedgehogs, and miserable screams rang out one after another. The disciples of the Spiritual God Temple didn't expect to be surrounded. They hurriedly waved the weapons in their hands and pulled out the arrows that were shooting at them. Now, they were in a dilemma.

Because not only were there soldiers, but dozens of grandmaster experts were waiting for them.

The disciples of the Spiritual God Temple were skilled cultivators. They set up four formations of the Spiritual God Temple. They waved their weapons to block the arrows and retreated into the Spiritual God Temple. In just a short while, the front gate of the Spiritual God Temple was already covered with corpses.

The disciples of the Spiritual God Temple who were in the front were killed and injured countless times. The arrows whistled like rain. No matter how powerful the twenty-four formations of the Spiritual God Temple were, they could not block the arrows that flew like locusts.

A few disciples of the Spiritual God Temple were not paying attention and were hit by a few arrows. They hurriedly dragged their injured fellow disciples and helplessly retreated back to the Spiritual God Temple. "Lord Magistrate, do you want to continue firing the arrows?" The soldier beside him asked.

"The Spiritual God Temple is on fire. If they retreat back to the mountain gate again, they will only be courting death. It won't be long before they rush out. "We just need to surround the Spiritual God Temple. When they lose the confidence to fight, we will persuade them to surrender!"

Wei Qiancheng was very experienced. He had grandmasters and the Yangzhou Army by his side, so he was not in a hurry to kill them all.

He would try to win with the smallest sacrifice possible.

Subduing the enemy without fighting was the most powerful way.

Dhamun stopped the bleeding on his broken arm. He turned his head to look at the Spiritual God Temple that was covered by the raging fire, and his eyes shot out monstrous killing intent.

However, Dhamun, who had lost an arm, already lost the chance to turn the tables.

The people in the dungeon also heard the shouting outside.

They could not help but become excited.

"There's a raging fire burning outside. It must be the Imperial Court's Army that has suppressed this group of demon monks. We're saved!" The white-robed grandmaster stuck his ear to the wall and listened to the voices outside.

"When I get out, I'll definitely kill a few demonic monks to vent my anger. They tortured me until I wasn't even human."

"That's right. I'll definitely kill all of them. I'll let them know how powerful the martial arts world of the Central Plains is!"

With hope in front of them, they were eager to leave immediately. Once the poison on their bodies was removed, they would kill to their heart's content.

"Hehe, the Gumu Sect has finally appeared. I'll personally take revenge for my father back then!" The black figure flashed past with monstrous killing intent.

Countless figures followed behind the black figure, all heading towards the Spiritual God Temple that was on fire.