Chapter 2199 Wudang Sword Formation



Taoist Master Long Yun is not only the general manager of Shenlong Wulin Group, but also the headmaster of Wudang Sect.

He never forgot his latter identity.

In Bazhong, he has his own residence, which is a private villa located on the outskirts of the city.

There are also eight Wudang disciples living in the villa. They are the elites and rising stars of the sect, and they are also the future and hope of the Wudang sect.

Every day after get off work or coming back from a business trip, he would always take time to teach his disciples martial arts.

In his opinion, any martial arts sect that wants to prosper forever must have a reserve of talent.

The seven major martial arts sects all attach great importance to the training of young disciples, and the Wudang Sect is no exception.

Even though he is in a high position and has great power now, being not only the vice-leader of the martial arts world but also the head of the Shenlong Martial Arts Group, he knows very well that when he retires in old age, it will still be up to his disciples to support the sect.

Taoist Master Long Yun has been in Bazhong these days.

Tonight, after giving his disciples some instruction as usual, he returned to his bedroom.

Although this is a villa, the decoration inside is very simple, and each room only has a hard wooden bed.

Taoist Master Long Yun sets an example by meditating before going to bed every night.

The same is true tonight.

At this time, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Taoist Master Long Yun was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating. Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, jumped off the bed, thought for a while, took down the long sword on the wall, and then opened the door.

The yard is quite large, and several street lamps make it as bright as day.

The yard was empty.

But Taoist Long Yun's face was solemn, and he said loudly: "Who are you, you rat? Since you are here, why are you hiding? Why don't you show yourself immediately?!"

His voice was so loud that eight disciples jumped out of the room, each holding a long sword.

"master!"

The eight people stood behind Taoist Long Yun.

Taoist Priest Long Yun ignored them and just looked towards the gate with an even more solemn expression.

The other party has not appeared yet, but he feels extremely dangerous.

It's a wonderful feeling.

With a strange laugh, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed lightly in the yard.

The man was wearing a black robe and a black scarf on his head. His face was hidden in the darkness and he held a scimitar in his hand.

"Who are you, sir? Why are you so afraid to show your true face? Are you afraid of being embarrassed?"

Taoist Long Yun snorted coldly.

The black-robed man said sinisterly, "Are you the headmaster of the Wudang Sect?"

"Yes, who are you? Tell me your name."

"You are not worthy of knowing my name."

The man in black robe smiled contemptuously.

Taoist Long Yun sneered, "What a big tone! I've been in the martial arts world for decades, and no one has ever dared to speak like that in front of me. You're the first."

"Why, you don't accept it?"

"Don't be so presumptuous, sword formation!"

A disciple jumped out, and the others also stepped forward and began to set up the Wudang sword formation, surrounding the man in black robes.

"kill!"

Eight swords came out at the same time and attacked the man in black robe.

"I haven't seen you for decades, and you're still using the same old tactics, outnumbering the weak. Humph, how can a firefly compete with the bright moon?"

The man in black robe smiled coldly and disappeared without a trace.

Eight swords missed.

The next moment, a black shadow fell from the sky again, and then, a group of legs were seen sweeping past.

The eight core disciples of the Wudang Sect were all kicked to the ground.

Five people were seriously injured, two were slightly injured, and only one person retreated to the side of Taoist Master Long Yun, his face full of shock and awe.

So strong!

So strong!

The Wudang sword formation was broken in one move, which was simply horrifying.

“Back off!”

Taoist Long Yun's face looked a little gloomy.

An expert can tell whether it is good or not with just one look.

As the headmaster of the Wudang sect, his martial arts skills are among the top three in the martial arts world. No, in fact, if Tang Xiaobao and Wanru had not appeared, he would be the undisputed number one. He has been immersed in Wudang swordsmanship for decades and has already cultivated sword energy, which is not comparable to that of Junior Sister Yilin.

Taoist Long Yun could naturally see how powerful the black-robed man in front of him was.

He was even afraid before the battle, knowing that he could not beat the opponent.

But we have to fight even if we can't win, the reputation of the Wudang Sect must be maintained.

However, he was very curious about the identity of the man in black robe.

Who on earth has such martial arts skills?

Never heard of it.

There was no expert in the martial arts world that he was not familiar with, but he had absolutely no sense of familiarity with the one in front of him.

Isn’t he from the martial arts world?

"Who are you, sir? With such skills, you must be someone unknown. Are you afraid to even reveal your name?"

Taoist Long Yun provoked.

"Alright, since you're so eager to know who I am, I might as well tell you. Fifty years ago, you so-called reputable and upright sects ambushed me at the foot of Mount Hua. All the elite were present at the time. I remember there was a stinking Taoist priest named Feng Yunzi from the Wudang Sect who was one of the organizers. Unfortunately, I only severed one of his arms and didn't kill him. Fortunately, he didn't meet a good end. My name is Weng Batian!"

Weng Batian's face was covered, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly, but there wasn't much hatred in his tone, as if he had really let go of his previous hatred.

"You, you, you are Demon Blade Weng Batian!"

Taoist Long Yun was so frightened that he took three steps back, his body trembling.

Just a name made him so fearful, which shows how amazing Weng Batian's reputation was back then!

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