A bright moon, like a jade plate, hangs in the night sky, and the clear light shines inside and outside the Great Wall.

On the winding Great Wall, the wind was howling. On the aisle of the Great Wall, more than a hundred people of various costumes appeared, including old and strong, men and women. They held various weapons, including swords, swords, axes, steel claws, and flying knives.

On a beacon tower on the left, there were more than ten people standing, almost all of whom were white-haired and silver-bearded, standing in the wind, but they were as vigorous as old pine trees, each showing the momentum of a strong martial arts world.

These more than ten old people with extraordinary auras are the leaders of the five sects and ten sects, or the elders with high power and other leaders.

On the beacon tower on the right, there was a mysterious man wearing black clothes and a silver mask, holding Deng Ziyu with a rope tied in his hand.

Although the mysterious man was wearing a mask, his eyes were as sharp as lightning. His black clothes were flying in the night wind, like a hero coming, with a momentum coming.

This mysterious person with silver mask is Wan Jianchen, the leader of the Netherworld Sect.

In front of the beacon tower where Wan Jianchen was located, there were about twenty men in black wearing green-faced, fanged ghost masks on the Great Wall aisle, all holding sharp swords in their hands.

Under the moonlight, the man in black wearing a green-faced and fanged mask had a long sword on his hands, and the cold light flashed, just like a group of evil ghosts running out of the underworld, with a stunning aura.

The two beacon towers are three to four hundred meters apart. (Note: The actual distance between the two beacon towers on the Great Wall is several kilometers. There is a difference between fiction and reality. Do not check the seats.)

The masters of the five sects and ten sects and the men of Wan Jianchen, the leader of the Netherworld Sect, face each other from afar, forming a confrontation.

The wind blows, the clouds fly, and the wind and clouds change in the night sky.

On the Great Wall, there was also an invisible hostility in the air among the masters on both sides.

The elders of the five sects and ten sects and the Wan Jianchen, the leader of the Netherworld Sect, both guessed that the other party appeared here tonight for Lin Fei's Martial Saint Heart Sutra.

That's right, the Five Sects and Ten Sects received a letter from Yun Zhen and learned that Lin Fei was going to hand over the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint to them, so they quickly rushed to the Great Wall.

But they did not expect that there were masters from the underworld on the Great Wall.

Although they guessed that Wan Jianchen, who was holding Deng Ziyu, who was wearing a silver mask, must be a person with a very unsimple identity in the Netherworld, they did not know that this person was the leader of the Netherworld.

Both sides have guessed that once Lin Fei appears and hand over the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint, both sides will inevitably fight for the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint and fight for each other.

But neither side was willing to retreat.

They were all waiting for Lin Fei to appear.

Swish.

At this moment, under the moonlight, three figures flew from the bottom of the mountain to the Great Wall, like three eagles flying in the night.

Soon, three figures flew over the Great Wall. These three were Lin Fei, Li Guang, and Leng Ying.

The position where Lin Fei and the other two flew to the ground was just between the masters of the Five Sects and the Master of the Netherworld Sect, Wan Jianchen.

Seeing Lin Fei appear, the five sects and ten sects immediately fluctuated. Obviously, Lin Fei's appearance means that they will get the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint, so they are excited.

Are you Lin Fei? On the beacon tower on the left, an old man wearing a white Tang suit and silver beard asked to Lin Fei's majestic voice.

Lin Fei smiled on his face, clasped his fists at the old man, and said: "I am Lin Fei, I don't know what to call him senior?"

The old man stroked his silver beard with a proud face and said: The leader of the Changsheng Sect in Jiangnan Province is known as the number one sword in Jiangnan, Jiangbuer is me.

It turned out to be Senior Jiang, who has heard of his reputation for a long time and is very honored today. Lin Fei immediately said with admiration.

Jiang Buer is the leader of the Changsheng Sect, one of the five major sects in Jiangnan Province. He has always been very famous in Jiangnan Province, so Lin Fei's flattery made him feel comfortable and ironed.

He looked at Lin Fei, quite arrogantly, and said: You sent us five sects and ten sects, saying that you would hand over the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint to us, but it is true?

Lin Fei nodded immediately: That's true, I am just an unknown person. The martial arts saint scripture like the Martial Saint Heart Sutra is a waste of resources when it falls into my hands. Therefore, I want to hand it over to a martial arts master like Senior Jiang, who is worthy of having a treasure like the Martial Saint Heart Sutra.

Well, you have a self-knowledge. The Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint is a treasure in the martial arts world. Ordinary people will only cause death disasters when they take him. But it is different for us. Not only can we keep it intact, but we can also carry forward the martial arts of the ancient Martial Saint. Jiang Buer said as if he was thinking about Lin Fei.

Lin Fei said: Senior Jiang is right, I will give you the Martial Saint Heart Sutra now.

Hearing this, the leaders of the five sects and ten sects, including Jiang Buer, all of them showed a look of secret joy on their faces.

Lin Fei took out a roll of yellow silk cloth from his arms and said to Jiang Buer: Senior Jiang, I will send you the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint to you.

Lin Fei, you are not allowed to give the Martial Saint Heart Sutra to them, otherwise I will kill Deng Ziyu. At this moment, Wan Jianchen, wearing a silver mask, shouted coldly on the beacon tower on the right.

Lin Fei's eyes immediately looked at the beacon tower on the right. In fact, as soon as he arrived on the Great Wall, he had already seen Deng Ziyu, who was held hostage by Wan Jianchen in a silver mask.

Moreover, he found that Deng Ziyu might have been blocked by Wan Jianchen and could not move or speak, but he was not injured except for the tied ropes.

This made Lin Fei feel a lot more relaxed.

Seeing that Wan Jianchen also wanted the Martial Saint Heart Sutra, Lin Fei was secretly happy. It seemed that this fake Martial Saint Heart Sutra had caused hostility between the five sects and the Netherworld Sect leader Wan Jianchen.

Master of the Netherworld Sect, don’t kill my friend Ziyu. I will give you the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint. Lin Fei looked to Wan Jianchen on the beacon tower on the right and reached out to beg and shouted.

Is he the leader of the Netherworld Sect?

No wonder I compete with us for the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint!

Lin Fei said that we should give us the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint, and we must not let the Lord of the Netherworld Sect take it away!

On the beacon tower on the left, all the leaders and elders of the five sects and ten sects, including Jiang Buer, were full of righteous indignation and were very angry at Wan Jianchen's behavior.

Lin Fei, don’t give it to the people of the Netherworld. The Martial Saint Heart Sutra must not fall into the hands of the Netherworld without blinking, which is like a demon. In that way, there will be countless innocent people in the world who will die at their hands. Jiang Buer shouted to Lin Fei with a righteous face.

Jiang Buer, stop talking about me, are there too few bad things you have done in the Changsheng Gate? Today I will win the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint. Whoever dares to rob me, I will be killed without mercy! The murderous voice of Wan Jianchen resounds throughout the changing night sky.

Master of the Netherworld Sect, listen to me too. Although you Netherworld dominate the northwest desert, our five sects and ten sects are also dominating the south of the Yangtze River. We will never let you get the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint! Jiang Buer also sounds like thunder, shaking the mountains of the Great Wall.

Lin Fei, give me the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint! Wan Jianchen, wearing a silver mask, stretched out his hand to Lin Fei and said with great charm.

Lin Fei, give us the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint! Similarly, Jiang Buer also looked at Lin Fei, with a very kind face, just like a great person in the world.
Chapter completed!