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Green mountains, green valleys, small bridges and flowing water.
It is obviously a beautiful scenery, but the screams and shouts from all around have stained this beautiful scenery with a layer of blood.
There are people on the bridge, only one person.
The three leaders stood on the bridge, overlooking the scenery inside the Tang Sect. They were playing with a copper coin in one hand and holding a folding fan in the other. The white fan had four kinds of facial makeup painted on it: sadness, joy, joy, and joy.
But the golden mask was no longer on his face, or in other words, he had taken off the mask the moment before he took action. Instead, there is a smiling face. The eyes are bent in laughter, the corners of the eyes are bent down, and the corners of the mouth are upturned. This is a white face.
The copper coins in my hand have been tossed several times.
The moonlight above the head was bright, looking at the mottled copper coins that had flipped over and then settled in the palm of the hand, the three alliance leaders' eyes flickered, and he whispered softly: "It's actually a Qian Gua."
He has thrown it several times and made several hexagrams, and it seems that he must get the hexagram he wants. Even though he knows that this kind of thing is nothing more than illusion, but his mind dictates that if he wants to get it, he must get it.
"Well, Shangjiu, there are regrets for being a proud dragon."
Qian is the sky, strong and upright.
There is a hexagram in the Book of Changes: "Qian hexagram, Yuan Henry Zhen". This hexagram implies the tendency to reach the peak, but unfortunately the line falls on the upper ninth. The so-called: "A strong dragon has regrets, and it cannot be prosperous for long." It means that going too far is not enough. Reaching the peak also means the beginning of decline. You should know whether to advance or retreat to survive. Only then can you not regret it.
The third alliance leader smiled lowly, his laughter was full of ridicule, but he said: "Good news!"
Who wants to retreat? He only wants to advance, and he only wants to advance. If the dragon flies to the nine heavens, how can he be afraid of having regrets if he is too strong?
As long as he soars into the sky, he doesn't care whether he falls to pieces.
The midnight killings continued.
Under his feet, there were already many corpses lying strewn about.
"Suffer death!"
Suddenly hearing Li Xiao, a young man from the Tang clan came up to the bridge with red eyes.
This man's attack was extremely fast, hard and fast, and the hidden weapon strikes were like a meteor shower directed at the three alliance leaders. They were densely packed and overwhelming, and it was an angry strike.
The three alliance leaders glanced at each other with soft eyes, and suddenly shook the fan in their hands. The fan turned horizontally, only turned twice, and all the hidden weapons clinked on the bridge.
Before the man could prepare his killing move, the three alliance leaders fluttered their sleeves and raised their fans. Suddenly, a piece of facial makeup flew out from the fan like a ghost and landed on the man's face.
The young man's eyes widened sharply. The moment his face was covered with makeup, his body was still standing on the same spot, but his head had already flown out and rolled to the ground.
The headless body trembled slightly, and the blood from the broken neck surged like a roar.
The three alliance leaders waved their fans again, and a bloody storm flew out, covering an old tree under the moon.
"Puff puff……"
The two Tang clan disciples who were hiding in the dark were immediately riddled with holes in blood and died on the spot.
Not just people, but all living creatures in his eyes, no one, no matter whether it was a cat, a dog, or a bird, survived.
If you either don't do something or if you want to do something, then you must do it to the last possible extent.
Although Li Muchan is deep in the city and scheming, he still has a bottom line, he is still moral, and he still desires good things. Maybe he can destroy the Tang Sect, but he will definitely not kill them all, and kill them completely, so the three alliance leaders decided to take action personally. .
Beings like the Tang Sect, if they are not killed cleanly, will be in bad luck sooner or later. These are experts in using poison and good at using hidden weapons. Once they are left alive, they may be poisoned to death one day, or stabbed to death with hidden weapons. , must be eradicated completely.
Li Muchan is ruthless, he can be more ruthless than Li Muchan, more ruthless and more sober.
Both of them seem to be seeking fame, but they are actually somewhat different.
Li Muchan was frustrated in many ways, suffered all kinds of hardships, and was depressed, but in the end he had nothing in the beginning.
But he went from being to nothing, and now he has lost it and found it again.
He has seen through the faces of too many people and experienced everything in the world. He was heartbroken by this world, so he naturally became ruthless.
The difference is that most of what happened back then was achieved by his father with the help of Li Xunhuan's reputation. But now, he wants to accomplish his goals with his own hands, win everything with his own hands, and use his strength to tell the world that he can still make waves on his own without relying on anyone's reputation.
And he is Long Xiaoyun.
In fact, it is not only for myself, but also for the person who has been buried deep in the earth for many years.
His father, Long Xiaoyun.
This man betrayed his sworn brother, stole his brother's love, and occupied his brother's family property. From birth to death, he lived in the shadow of Li Xunhuan. He was pitiful and humble. In the end, his conscience realized that he died for Li Xunhuan again. How ridiculous.
Life is ridiculous, death is ridiculous.
But no matter how much he looked down on this man, he was still Long Xiaoyun's son.
Long Xiaoyun could say he was sorry to anyone, but he had never been sorry to him. He doted on him with all his heart and always granted his request.
So, should a son erase this shame for his father?
This idea has been intertwined and reverberated in his mind almost every day, every night, and almost every moment for more than 20 years. It has been deeply rooted in his marrow and turned into an obsession.
He could still control himself when Lin Shiyin was around, but without Lin Shiyin, he couldn't sleep or eat well.
So he wanted to join the world and fight, even if he couldn't escape intact.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, an old man walked out holding a nine-ring sword.
As soon as this person came out, there were a group of old, weak, women and children behind him.
But without exception, just like the "Excalibur Villa" back then, these people either held swords or concealed weapons in their hands, and the four or five-year-old children were all holding daggers tightly, with hatred and murderous intent in their eyes.
In addition to people from the Tang family, there are also some people with other surnames who are married to the Tang family. They are all children and disciples of other forces. Now they are all facing a powerful enemy and are ready to fight to the death.
"Bitch thief, if anyone from our Tang family survives today, I will fight you to the death until the end of the world and the end of the world."
A boy of eight or nine years old said viciously.
Long Xiaoyun nodded and said with a very serious smile: "I believe you."
He turned around and calmly ordered the killers coming behind him: "Kill them all."
The four killers were already in action, while the remaining two were hiding in the dark, responsible for harvesting the lone Tang clan disciples and chasing those who wanted to escape.
This "Tangjia Fort" is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is surrounded by mountains and has only one entrance and exit. Once the enemy invades, it will be extremely difficult to escape without a secret passage.
More bloody killings began.
Since these people's surname is Tang, they will definitely use hidden weapons.
Just when Long Xiaoyun turned around, at least a dozen or twenty people had turned out hidden weapons in their hands, and the rest were taking out hidden weapons.
Boo hoo hoo…
The sound of breaking through the air, the sound of flying, and the sound of explosion.
For a split second, several strange flowers of flame seemed to bloom between the two parties, which were dazzling and dazzling, and also illuminated the scalp-numbing hidden weapon.
Throwing needles, darts, throwing knives, throwing guns, hidden swords, caltrops... and even two-shot firearms.
The fire light and the cold light intertwined, and they all shot towards Long Xiaoyun among the electric light and flint.
But what is desperate is that the two lamas and monks among the four killers took off their monk robes in an instant, unfolded them in the wind, and flew around. With their strength poured into them, they were like gold and iron, and they had all the hidden weapons in their pockets. , took the next step.
The remaining two women, taking advantage of the four people's interception of hidden weapons, squeezed in, one on the left and the other on the right, and rushed into the group of old, weak, women and children.
"Kill!"
"kill!"
"I, a descendant of the Tang Clan, will never live an ignoble existence."
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Hearing the shouting of killing behind him, Long Xiaoyun suddenly paused and looked at his feet. A head rolled over. It was the young man who had been promising revenge just now.
He sighed: "Poor!"
After experiencing so much, he no longer sees things in terms of right and wrong.
The world is like this, the moment you jump in, everything is doomed.
If we really want to say that anyone is at fault, it is that this chaotic world is at fault.
After sighing, he looked forward again and saw seven figures walking out of the shadows.
He is clearly a master of the Qinglong Club.
"Altar master?"
Long Xiaoyun greeted him with a smile, and threw a yellow money from his fingers and threw it into the pool of blood.
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For a long time, the sky-high fires ignited one after another from inside Tangjiabao, dyeing half of the sky red, and burning the mountains.
The fire burned for a full day and two nights.
It wasn't until the evening of the next day that the fire was extinguished.
"Who did it?"
Tang Da and Tang Si, who participated in the ambush of Li Muchan, rushed back. Looking at the scorched earth in front of them and the corpses in the scorched ashes, they were all in agony, grief-stricken and indignant, as if blood could ooze from their eyes.
There were also many Tang clan disciples who had gone out and survived, but at this moment they were all kneeling down and crying.
In just half a day, a terrible news spread throughout the world.
The Tang Clan in the middle of Sichuan was brutally destroyed, and no one of the 247 lives was spared. Hundreds of years of foundation were burned to the ground by a fire.
Tang Da looked at the piece of money he found among the ashes. He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes seemed to be spitting out flames. His eyes were red and his expression was ferocious.
"Shangguan Xiaoxian, my Tang family and I will never stop fighting until death!!!"
(End of chapter)
