That night, the sky was gloomy and the surroundings were dark.
The Jin Huotang, who had been planning for a long time, finally launched his all-consuming sneak attack on Tianshui Sect tonight. The Tianshui Sect had known for a long time that Jinhuotang had evil intentions, so they had been conducting night patrols for the past few days. Tonight, Lan Chong, the right envoy, was patrolling the night. Before it was late at night, he dismissed all the patrolling disciples and went back to his house to rest.
Just at this time, the people from the Jinhuo Hall broke into the door, and set fire to the Tianshui Sect just like they did at the Natural Gate. Countless people were killed and injured in the sect.
While Zhao Po and Lan Chong were trying their best to rush out, Zhao Po was a little confused and asked Lan Chong: "Aren't you on patrol tonight? Why did you carelessly let the people from Jinhuotang in?" Lan Chong argued: "I didn't let him go. "Yes, is this what the internal commander of Jinhuo Hall did?" Zhao Po said: "The two thieves from the Natural Sect have left, who are the internal commanders?"
"That's me!" Before he could finish his words, Lan Chong pierced Zhao Po with his sword.
Zhao Po's eyes widened in surprise and he pointed at Lan Chong: "You——?"
Lan Chong smiled and said: "You are insects, you are insects. Lan Chong was killed by us long ago when he visited your young lady Long Chanyu. Do you know who I am?"
As he said this, Lan Chong took off the mask on his face, and it turned out to be Zhang Bushan, the head coach of Jinhuotang. And Zhao Po knew all this too late, and that knife had already killed him. At this moment, Yan Zhen and his troops had arrived, and Zhang Bushan hurriedly paid his respects. Yan Zhen asked: "Where is Long Yinxiao?" Zhang Bushan said: "My men lead the way and can kill the old thief!"
So Yan Zhen led people and Zhang Bushan to the secret room where Long Yinxiao practiced. Zhang Bushan opened the door according to the mechanism, only to see Long Yinxiao practicing the Seven Evils of Heaven in the secret room. There were many bones around the table. Yan Zhen looked up to the sky and laughed, saying: "It turns out that the Seven Evils are made from the bones of living people. I don't know how many people you have killed in Long Yinxiao. No wonder your daughter doesn't want to stay at home. It turns out that you are also a murderer." Sir, today I am just being punished by others."
Long Yinxiao was practicing martial arts. Normally, no one was allowed to enter this secret room no matter what, for fear that he would get distracted while practicing and cause an accident and hurt himself. As soon as Yan Zhen interrupted him today, Long Yinxiao immediately reversed his energy and blood, and his true energy flowed backwards. He even saw bleeding from seven holes. Long Yinxiao opened his eyes and glared at Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen said: "Go to hell, Master Long!" Long Yinxiao tried his best to send out two palms, but his own tendons were broken by the uncontrollable zhenqi. Yan Zhenpiao dodged the powerless palm force, raised his hand and stabbed with his sword, and a ray of fire penetrated Long Yinxiao's chest. Long Yinxiao vomited blood. Yan Zhen was now approaching and struck out with a palm. Long Yinxiao was hit and flew away from his seat. Yan Zhen then flew over again, cut off Long Yinxiao's head with a wave of his hand, grabbed it in his hand, and then kicked Long Yinxiao's dead body aside.
Yan Zhen suddenly felt his heart tremble at this moment. He didn't know why?
After a while, Yan Zhen ordered someone to show the head of the Dragon Smiling Man outside to the public. The remaining disciples in the sect did not dare to speak and surrendered to Yan Zhen's command. Li Yuankai, the general manager, knew that the situation was over, so he drew his sword and died. So overnight, the Tianshui Sect fell into Yan Zhen's hands.
There is a poem that sighs:
Don't be ruthless and stained with blood, and want to bring misery to the world.
The great pride turns into loneliness, and the tears rain down all over the body.
There is nothing to regret when looking at a handsome man, but feeling ashamed of one's own talent is too much to write about.
How much does You Lian Rose mean? For whom are you waiting and for whom are you busy?
Another poem sighs:
Xiu Yun's achievements are very difficult, and the three-foot sword energy dominates the country.
There is no owner around the world, and dusk clouds hang in the sky.
