Tianyin City.
This is the city under the rule of Tianxiahui. If you want to go up to Tianshan Mountain and pay homage to Tianxiahui, you must pass through this city.
Tianyin City is also different from Wushuang City. Under the rule of Tianxiahui, people's livelihood is peaceful and there is no need to impose excessive taxes. Because everything in the world comes from black and white. Even though Xiongba has a ruthless style of dealing with people, he only targets dissidents and never harms innocent people. From this point of view, this person is indeed better than Dugu Fang.
It was getting late, and a child of about ten years old also broke into Tianyin City.
He was covered in dust and dirt, and his face was stained with blood. His only small face was surprisingly cold, as if it were ice that had never melted for thousands of years. It was getting late, and unlike the residents who were rushing home to accompany their relatives and friends, he was alone.
It was clear that he had experienced his father's love not long ago, but in the blink of an eye, his family was broken up and he was left alone.
His eyes were firm. Even though he was only a child of about ten years old, even if no one was willing to help him, even if his enemy was a tyrant who dominated half of the martial arts world, he would still rely on his own strength to avenge himself.
However, with his meager strength, how can he take revenge even if he reaches Tianyin City?
A gust of wind blew by, brushing against his dirty clothes and a notice on the wall.
He glanced slightly and discovered that it was actually a notice posted by the Tianxia Association. The content on the notice was roughly to recruit healthy young people over ten years old, and after careful training, they would be used to expand the association's business in the future.
The child had an idea, a sneer appeared on his cold little face, and then he stepped forward to tear off the notice and put it in his arms.
Not long after, the child had arrived in front of the towering 10,000-level heavenly steps, which led directly to the top of the Tianshan Mountains. There were guard checkpoints every 1,000 steps.
The child finally climbed to the first level in the world, but before he could rest, a burly guard wearing a sword and sword stepped forward and said with a solemn expression: "Boy, what are you doing in the first level in the world? "
The child didn't answer, but took out the torn notice from his arms.
The guard took one look, understood immediately, and snorted coldly: "I originally wanted to join our Tianxiahui, but I have some ambition. Boy, tell me your name."
The child originally wanted to be called Huo Jingjue all his life in memory of his adoptive father Huo Butian, but in order to conceal his past identity, he thought for a while and decided to use his real name, so he said word by word: "Bu, Jing, Yun" !”
At this moment, a large sedan chair carried by eight people passed by. The people carrying the sedan chair were all strong and healthy people, breathing evenly, and they could tell that they had practiced martial arts.
If a foreign expert can lift the sedan chair, the person inside the sedan chair must be extraordinary.
Not only was this eight-person sedan huge, but the curtains were embroidered with nine vicious golden dragons.
In the middle of the golden dragon, there is a big character - Ba, also embroidered with gold thread.
Kowloon supported and dominated the Central Plains.
The monstrous momentum alone is enough to make people understand that the people in the sedan are enough to intimidate the common people and look down upon the world.
"Bu Jingyun? You call me 'Yun'?"
The person in the sedan made a dull and majestic voice and immediately ordered the bearer to stop the sedan.
A moment later, a man stepped out of the sedan, his eyebrows were like swords, and he looked domineering.
The people who were guarding the whole court knelt down and shouted: "The leader of the gang will be majestic for eternity, and his dominance will last forever."
After Bu Jingyun nodded slightly, Xiongba laughed loudly, and the laughter was so loud that it resounded through the mountains like bursts of muffled thunder.
"Bu Jingyun, what a Bu Jingyun, this gang leader likes this name. From now on, you will be a member of the Tianxiahui. If you perform well, my gang leader may consider accepting you as the second disciple."
Are the golden scales just a thing in the pond? They turn into dragons when encountering wind and clouds.
Xiong Ba had a hunch that this child was likely to be the "cloud" that would help him rise to the top.
Now that the clouds have arrived, is the "wind" still far behind?
When the upright and domineering man was in high spirits, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart. He looked towards the horizon, and there was a bright blood-red color appearing on the sky. It looked like a burning cloud, but it was definitely not as bright as the burning cloud.
The blood red was spreading rapidly, making the originally clear sky feel as if a scoop of blood red dye had been thrown on it, giving people an ominous premonition.
After a while, the blood red color reached the sky above Tianyin City.
In the sky, there were originally flocks of flying birds, but after being stained by that touch of blood, they fell down one after another, like being hit by arrows.
The members of the Tianxiahui couldn't help but feel frightened. They felt the red clouds coming over them and almost fell to their knees weakly.
The ominous premonition in Xiong Ba's heart became stronger and stronger, but he still stood proudly like a mountain.
In addition to Xiong Ba, Bu Jingyun also gritted his teeth. Even though his bones were creaking under the invisible pressure, he still did not give in at all, which made Xiong Ba on the side even more certain that this was the "Yun" who helped him unify the Central Plains.
The blood cloud finally got closer and closer, heading towards the world.
And it was only then that Xiong Ba suddenly discovered that what caused such a change in the celestial phenomena was a small bloody sword.
"The target is me!?"
Looking at the blood-red sword getting closer and closer, Xiongba suppressed the fear in his heart and pulled the cloak behind him. Driven by the wind in his palm, the cloak curled up and condensed into a huge palm, carrying the meteor as he fell. Facing the blood-colored small sword, it was the calamity clouds descending from the sky with the Cloud-Pailing Palm.
However, as soon as the giant palm of the cloak came into contact with the small bloody sword, it was torn to pieces by the fierce force, and rags flew everywhere.
Fortunately, at this time, Xiongba had already punched, palmed and kicked.
The fist is the Snow Lingshuang of the Tianshuang Fist. The fist is as powerful as the Ice Man, and the strong wind is so cold that it makes Bu Jingyun and all the minions stagger around, and their whole bodies are almost frozen.
The palm is the Cloud Expelling Palm, which can tear the sky and dispel the clouds. The palm force is so powerful that the air flow is almost torn in half.
The legs are the thunderous legs of the God of Wind. They are as powerful as thunder and as fast as the wind. They carry the shattering energy all over the sky and turn it into one leg.
These three moves were already extremely powerful, but when the three moves were used at the same time, the energy did not repel them, but merged into one. They faced the bloody sword like a tornado, and the power was astonishing.
"Is this... three unique skills in one?" Even Xiongba was surprised by his attack.
In the past, Xiongba became a disciple of the old man San Jue, and learned the three magical skills of Tianshuang Fist, Cloud Dispelling Palm, and Fengshen Kick.
Later, the old man of Sanjue asked Xiongba to duel with his senior brother Xiongwu, and chose one of them to pass on the secret skill "Three Points to Return to Yuan".
In order to obtain the secret book, Xiongba used words to challenge Xiongwu in the competition and won. But the old man Sanjue saw Xiongba's ambition, so he passed the secret book to Xiongwu. That night, Xiong Ba poisoned the banquet and killed the old man Sanjue on the spot. However, senior brother Xiong Wu escaped from the disaster and escaped with the classic "Three Points Returning to the Yuan".
Over the years, although Xiongba has continuously sent people to track down Xiongwu's whereabouts, he has never succeeded.
However, as his cultivation improves, Xiongba has a clue about the return of the three qi, but if he really wants to cultivate it, it will take at least ten years of effort.
But unexpectedly, when he was extremely critical, he actually used the unique skill of returning the three qi to his original state.
However, this bloody sword falling from the sky was too powerful. The torrent of the three qi returning to the origin was suddenly cut in half, turning into an unknown red light and piercing Xiong Ba.
Xiongba used another move of Cloud Pailing Palm to lock deep clouds, but the palm of his hand was instantly pierced.
laugh! !
Xiongba's chest was directly pierced by this sword, and his whole body was taken flying more than ten feet, and he hit the mountain wall hard.
As the gravel rolled down like rain, Xiong Ba knelt on one knee, his face pale and his breath extremely weak.
If he hadn't accidentally stepped on a stone and turned his body slightly, I'm afraid that sword would have caused his soul to die in the west.
And for some reason, Xiong Ba felt as if something was being cut off as the sword struck down.
"Gang leader, gang leader."
"Master, are you okay?"
A group of minions rushed up to help Xiong Ba.
Bu Jingyun looked at the seriously injured Xiong Ba with murderous intent in his heart.
This may be the time when Xiong Ba is at his weakest, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he soon suppresses his murderous intent.
No matter how weak the Xiongba is, it is still not something he can deal with now, not to mention there are many minions around him.
Bu Jingyun looked in the direction where Feijian came from, his eyes flashing with light.
What kind of saint could seriously injure Xiong Ba from such a distance?
I wonder if the nameless uncle in black can do it?
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Unparalleled city.
Yulian City has once again entered this majestic city.
Originally, he had informed Fake Dugu that he would be entering the city today, but the latter did not send anyone to greet him.
Just as Yulian City was passing through an alley, figures suddenly emerged from both sides, a total of twenty-one people.
The sound of choking was endless, and the twenty-one swords in his hands were unsheathed at the same time. The swords turned into a heaven and earth net, covering Yulian City like mercury pouring to the ground.
If the descendants of Baixiao Kuangsheng are here, they may find that this group of people is the second killer organization after the "Tianchi Killers" - Iron Wolf. They were also hunted back then and their whereabouts were hidden, but they were unknown. Why does it appear here.
Yu Liancheng's figure froze, but his expression did not change at all.
But at the next moment, these twenty-one killers fell to the ground at the same time, and each of them had a finger hole on their forehead, with blood flowing out, and they died in silence.
"It is indeed the 'Fear of Panic', what a powerful invisible sword energy." At the end of the alley, someone clapped his hands and strode out with a smile on his face. He was not the fake Dugu.
Yu Liancheng shook his head and sighed.
"What are you sighing about?" Fake Dugu Fang asked.
"I'm sighing at you. You are indeed an unfamiliar dog."
"You are looking for death!" Fake Dugu had a stern look on his face and raised his arm. Wushuang City disciples with brave expressions immediately poured out from both sides of the alley, and there were dozens of archers on the wall, aiming their bows and arrows at Yulian City. .
"Okay, don't take these little minions out to die." Yu Liancheng waved his hand impatiently, looked straight at the end of the alley, and said leisurely: "Dugu Jian, since you are here, why hide? Wouldn’t it damage the reputation of the ‘Sword Master’?”
"Hmph! This mere honorary man has long been forgotten."
Suddenly, a cold snort sounded.
The sound exploded out of thin air, filled with lingering sharp chills that made one's heart tremble. It doesn't look like it belongs to a human being, but rather like a long unsheathed sword that can cut apart all living things at any time.
I don't know when there was someone else next to me.
He was holding a long sword and was tall, with long silver-white hair dancing in the wind. No matter who saw him, a chill would rise from the bottom of their hearts.
Apart from the Sword Master Dugu Jian, there are few people in the world who have such sharp and abundant sword intent.
The moment he appeared, the entire alley was immediately filled with invisible sword energy. Even the minions brought by Dugu Fang felt like a sword was on their necks, as if they could be killed if they made even the slightest rash move. Countless sword energy cut into pieces.
Dugu Jian's eyes were as electric as a sword, and he said coldly: "Pull out your sword."
When the words rang out, all the sword energy in the sky surged towards Yulian City and was used. But as soon as the sword energy approached three feet, it was immediately blocked by an invisible energy wall.
Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a faint smile on his face. He smiled and said, "Have you ever mastered Sword Twenty-Three?"
Dugu Jian frowned slightly and remained silent.
"It seems that I haven't practiced it well."
Yu Liancheng shook his head: "In this case, I advise you not to fight with me. Because although the Holy Spirit Sword Technique is mysterious, to me, except for Sword Twenty-Three, the rest are not worth mentioning."
"Arrogant!!"
The sword master raised his eyebrows slightly and shouted sharply.
Suddenly, the sword energy all over his body burst out, rushing towards Yulian City like a tide, cutting through gold and jade.
But Yulian City was like reaching the Heavenly God Peak, unaffected at all. But three feet away from his feet were already covered with sword marks.
"Two moves." Yu Liancheng raised two fingers and said calmly: "I will defeat you in two moves."
"You! Say! What! What!?" Dugu Jian was by no means a good-tempered person. He was arrogant and felt extremely humiliated upon hearing this. Sword intent burst out, and the ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch. The fake Dugu next to him felt as if he was in limbo, and quickly stepped back three feet.
"I'll defeat you with two moves. If I can't defeat you, I'll kill myself with my sword." Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, his tone was calm, but he was full of confidence in himself and full of ridicule and disdain for the sword master.
"Then you go die."
After the words fell, there was only a cry, and the Wushuang sword was unsheathed.
The lightning flashed, and the sword light was like a rainbow that shook the sky, and it was also like a raging wave.
A simple horizontal stroke of the sword combines thousands of sword skills into one sword. The mystery seems to have gone beyond the scope of words, it is the sword of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.
In an instant, the sword light had reached Yu Liancheng's throat.
Yu Liancheng felt an extremely sharp sword energy coming towards him.
Wherever the sword light struck, the whole body was enveloped by the sword energy, and a biting chill hit his face.
But he didn't look moved at all.
"Well come."
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
