"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound of the temple bells echoed.
Outside the wing room, the disciples of Bishui Tower were all wearing green clothes and went to the backyard of the temple after everyone gathered.
The venue for this martial arts conference is the martial arts arena.
The martial arts training ground is located close to the mountains. The ground is made of stone bricks and is very flat and wide. In the center is a two-meter-high platform. Master Wu Chen, the Shaolin abbot who is presiding over the martial arts conference, is standing on the platform.
"My fellow martial artists, Shaolin Temple is inviting heroes from all over the world to hold a martial arts conference. We are taking this opportunity to rid the martial arts world of this evil..."
In the dense crowd, Fang Miao and her friends were arranged to sit on the left side. This position was not conspicuous, but fortunately they could hear the passionate speeches on the stage clearly.
"Eradicate this evil cult and restore the peace and tranquility of the martial arts world!"
The shouts of the crowd echoed throughout the mountains and forests.
The young knight who was just entering the martial arts world and was full of passion, and those who had grudges against the notorious Holy Fire Cult, responded enthusiastically, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.
Then, two people came onto the stage.
The Poison Lady and the Blood Hand Demon Yuan Wuji are two feared cult guardians in the martial arts world.
This martial arts conference reached its climax.
Master Wuhui read out the evil deeds done by the two men on the stage, enumerating the countless blood debts, each one making people grit their teeth.
A group of people with grief-stricken faces gathered around, staring at the two people on the stage with hatred in their eyes. At this time, Fang Miao did not realize what was going to happen next.
"Everyone, take revenge if you have any, and complain if you have any. These two are at your disposal."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two men on the stage were rushed by a group of people with knives, and it looked like the next moment the two men would be covered in blood.
“Swoosh~Swoosh~Swoosh~”
At this moment, a burst of cold arrows flew out from the forest and shot towards the stage.
"ah!"
"careful!"
“Ding! Ding ding!!”
The scene was in chaos for a while.
"Hahaha! This is the righteous side of the martial arts world. Look at them running away in panic, it's so funny!"
An extremely wild male voice echoed throughout the mountains.
Although this arrow threw everyone in the field into disarray, that was all it did. After the disciples of the Bishui Tower found a cover and hid, Fang Miao looked up.
The person who spoke was standing on the treetop, wearing a black robe and with his black hair loose behind him, looking particularly arrogant and unruly. At this moment, he looked at the people in the field with cold and contemptuous eyes.
"Cult leader Mo Xiao, it's just right that you've come. Let me come and meet you."
On the high platform, the Shaolin abbot Master Wu Chen revealed the identity of the visitor, leaped forward, and attacked Mo Xiao on the treetop with his palm.
"Well done, old monk. I'll show you the power of the seventh level of my bloodthirsty magic."
Mo Xiao's extremely arrogant voice echoed in the forest.
"Not good." Fang Miao thought to himself.
As the biggest villain in the world plot, the ultimate opponent of the male protagonist Liu Suifeng's hidden revenge, the cult leader Mo Xiao relies on the extremely vicious martial arts book he mentioned.
Guided by blood, if you practice to the seventh level, you will be able to dominate the martial arts world.
In the plot, Mo Xiao's martial arts skills have been perfected, and he has conquered all the major sects one by one, making him very famous in the martial arts world. However, she did not expect that the leader of the sect had already mastered it so early.
Sure enough, after the two men fought for dozens of rounds in the forest, Master Wu Chen was knocked down by Mo Xiao with one palm.
"Host!!"
“Senior Brother!”
Upon seeing this, Wu Hui, one of the Shaolin monks, quickly reached out to support the abbot, Master Wu Chen.
"Demon, stop being so arrogant!" Seeing this, masters from other factions came to help.
Fang Miao noticed this situation and had an idea. This was a great opportunity. Masters from various factions were all there. If they attacked together, the cult leader might not be able to defeat them.
In a flash, she made a decision. Whether the mission could be completed ahead of schedule depended on this one move.
Fang Miao mobilized his internal energy and incited them: "Everyone, don't hold back. The cult leader has mastered his magic skills by sucking human blood. If we don't get rid of him, he will bring disaster to the martial arts world!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
In mid-air, Mo Xiao, who was fighting alone against masters from various factions, was also shocked. The secret of his martial arts skills was pointed out on the spot.
The masters from various factions who were besieging the area were all very powerful. They took every move around them into their eyes. Seeing Mo Xiao's reaction, they knew that what the voice said was the truth.
For a while, both sides fought to the death.
The people in the field also organized their men and women to attack the place where the arrows were shot after a panic, and the field became a melee.
When his manpower was limited, Mo Xiao was besieged by many masters and finally fell into a disadvantage.
He felt regretful and realized that he might really die because of this provocation. His eyes turned red for a moment.
A moment later, a loud roar pushed the people surrounding them back half a step.
Mo Xiao turned around and rushed towards the crowd in the field. His body changed very quickly and wherever he went, people were either killed or injured. In a moment, blood flowed like a river. The blood flowed strangely towards Mo Xiao, and finally slowly formed a layer of protective energy.
It all happened in a matter of moments.
Screams were heard one after another in the field. Fang Miao's face changed drastically when he noticed the figure approaching rapidly in front of him. He changed his Moon-Chasing Step to the extreme and retreated lightly as if stepping on the wind.
"Ah! Second Senior Sister, save me!"
At this moment, a cry for help came into Fang Miao's ears from not far away.
It turned out that the disciples of the nearby Bishui Tower were unable to avoid him, and several of their junior sisters were touched by Mo Xiao who jumped over and was about to be caught in his hands with a wave of his palm.
Fang Miao didn't have time to think, he used the Green Water Technique to its fullest extent and slashed at Mo Xiao with the knife.
The knife was so sharp that it was unstoppable. Although Mo Xiao was protected by the blood-colored force, a shallow scar was left on his arm.
"interesting!"
Mo Xiao had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of anger.
He looked at Fang Miao who was waving a knife, threw away several disciples of Bishui Tower, and approached her in the blink of an eye.
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