In Fengcheng, since early this morning, a person has been standing outside the city gate.
A middle-aged man.
He has a Chinese character face, a red robe, and a large sword on his back.
"Squeak."
The city gate opened, and the middle-aged man stepped forward to enter the city.
"Who is it? Put down your weapons and accept inspection."
The soldiers guarding the city were furious when they saw someone entering the city without checking.
The middle-aged man looked calm and walked slowly towards the halberd in the hands of the defenders.
When the soldier saw that the man was unmoved, he became even more angry. However, the man's eyes were cold, and the closer he got to the soldier, the more the soldier felt upset.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The man's footsteps were like a heavy hammer hitting the soldier's heart. Each step made the soldier break into cold sweat and his throat became dry and hoarse.
"Stop."
He shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to stop the man from walking.
Behind him, several soldiers ran over.
The man's expression remained normal and he continued to walk forward.
"Don't blame us for being rude if you leave again."
The soldier's lips turned white, and even he himself was not confident in what he said.
Finally, the man reached the city gate.
"boom!"
The man was suffocated by the invisible murderous pressure of the soldiers. He just stood there casually, giving people an endless sense of oppression.
The man walked gently past the soldiers, and the sense of depression suddenly disappeared. The soldiers collapsed on the spot, sweating profusely.
Everyone looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. The murderous aura in that man was so heavy that it almost solidified. They had never seen such a terrifying person before.
The man took his time and walked slowly towards the west of the city.
Half an hour later, Zhumen.
The gatekeeper disciple hurriedly shuttled between the courtyards, sweating profusely and shouting.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Xiangchuan, the deputy head of the wealthy sect, was admiring flowers in the courtyard. Hearing this, a trace of displeasure flashed between his eyebrows.
"What's the matter? You're yelling."
When the gatekeeper disciple heard this, he immediately ran over, panting heavily, as if he had seen a life-saving straw.
"Deputy Sect Master, someone is attacking."
Aikawa said
"Who has the heart of a bear but the courage of a leopard? There are several people on the other side."
The disciple said
"one person."
Aikawa suddenly stood up
"What!"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying shock wave destroyed the door of the Zhumen, and the sound resounded throughout the Zhumen.
Aikawa was furious, showing off his momentum, and rushed out quickly while his robes were beating.
"Disciples, follow me to fight!"
Before the person arrived, the news arrived, and Aikawa was already extremely angry.
Disciples gathered quickly from all over the Zhu Sect, and before long, Xiangchuan led hundreds of disciples from the Zhu Sect to gather in the Zhu Sect's courtyard.
The middle-aged man is wearing a flying red robe. He is like a blazing sword, exuding infinite edge.
"Where are Zhang Liailiao and Zhang Jianyang?"
The middle-aged man said coldly.
Aikawa's pupils shrank
"It's none of your business. If you break into the Zhumen without permission, you won't be able to go back alive today. Disciples, follow me and kill this beast."
"kill!"
Hundreds of people surrounded the middle-aged man, and countless sword shadows attacked the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man frowned coldly, drew out the sword from his back, and slashed forward with the sword.
"boom!"
The sword was full of energy, and as soon as the terrifying sword light appeared, it killed several people.
Looking at the terrifying sword light, Aikawa felt a chill in his heart.
"Hunyuan Sword Technique, you are Li Chengshuang!"
Then he got angry
"Li Chengshuang, as the leader of the south, it is too overbearing for you to wantonly massacre the southern martial arts sects."
Licheng's eyes were like daggers, cutting everything apart.
"Colluding with You Mansion is tantamount to betraying fellow martial artists, die!"
After speaking, he waved the simple sword in his hand, and several more heads rolled to the ground. The disciples saw this and felt terrified.
Aikawa's eyes turned gloomy, and he said coldly
"Even if you are a great master, you cannot slander my sect out of thin air, nor can you kill people at will in my sect. Today I will let you know that my sect is not for you to come and leave whenever you want. You alone can do nothing to my sect." how!"
"Disciples, follow me to kill the Grand Master today!"
Having said that, Aikawa's wall of strength spread out externally and internally. As one of the ten masters, he was confident that even Li Chengshuang would not be able to remain unharmed under the siege of hundreds of Zhumen disciples.
Licheng Shuang faced him coldly, then rushed into the crowd with his knife in hand.
………………
Outside Jiangzhou City, two young men arrived one after another. Together with Mo Bei, who was already here, three people came to kill the coffin bearer at the same time in one day.
Chuxia looked at Chang An in the distance, her delicate face slightly distorted. Everyone in the world knew about the grievances between Chang An and Mo Bei. She had naturally heard of it, but today, Chang An actually came here to deliver the coffin with Mo Bei. People, the coincidence seems to be that the two of them have already discussed this, which is really incredible.
In the wine shop, a group of people from all walks of life were also staring at Chang An, wondering why he appeared here.
The swordsman Ye Siqing had a smile in his eyes, folded his hands on his chest, and looked like he was watching a good show.
"Interesting, this is getting more and more interesting."
Lian Congyun and Ji Rufeng stepped forward and greeted Chang An familiarly.
"Hahaha, Brother Chang, you are fine."
Chang An smiled
"Master Lian, Master Ji Valley, we said goodbye to Qingzhou in the past, but I never thought we would see each other again here."
Chang An looked around, all of them were old friends.
"Comrades, you are well and well. Chang has something important to do today, so I am sorry that I cannot chat with you."
Many people in the world clasped fists with Chang An.
Lian Congyun smiled and said
"Brother Chang, please excuse me. I will wait and watch the battle without disturbing you."
In the distance, Mo Bei looked at Chang An with cold eyes and said nothing.
Chang An's eyes met with her, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
"Junior brother, we finally meet."
When Chu Xia heard this, she broke into a cold sweat. Her eyes flickered, she looked at Mo Bei and then at Chang An, and a bad premonition came over her.
I saw Mo Bei hesitantly spit out two words:
"Senior brother?"
The two influential figures in today's world shocked everyone when they met for the first time.
These two are actually brothers?
Chang An laughed, jumped up, and arrived at Mo Bei's side in a few leaps.
The masked man Jia Li applauded and laughed.
"Okay, it's such a joyful scene for brothers and sisters to meet each other. If so, I'll just give you a congratulatory gift."
As he spoke, he took out a small box from his arms and threw it to Mo Bei.
Mo Bei took the box and opened it. A pill with a faint red light lay quietly in the box.
First exclamation
"God Pill! You are the King of Thieves!"
Jia Li raised his eyebrows
"Yo? The girl has good eyesight. Not many people have seen this thing."
Chu Xia's eyes dodge and he smiles awkwardly.
"My guess."
Jia Li sneered, did not continue to ask, sighed, and said to Mo Bei with a look of resentment.
"This is a good thing I stole from Dao Zun at the risk of death. There is only one in the world. For your sake, Lao Chang threatened to betray me to my father. Grandfather, you must use it sparingly."
Chang An looked at Jia Li and was furious. He took out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve. The paper was densely covered with ghostly handwriting, and he laughed and cursed.
"Can you take some time to practice your ghost painting talisman?"
Mo Bei also took out the same letter from his arms and looked at Jia Li quietly.
Not far away, the coffin bearer, who had been silent since entering the world, now had a hint of life in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly
"If you dare to play tricks on You Mansion, you three cannot stay."
Jia Li tilted his head with a mean smile on his face
"Old man, come and hit me."
The eyes of the coffin bearer were full of death.
"bump!"
He unexpectedly removed the coffin from his shoulders, and the coffin fell heavily to the ground, raising endless dust.
Both feet bounced up, like an arrow from the string, rushing towards the three of them at extremely fast speeds.
Jia Li laughed
"Well done!"
After saying that, he dodged away directly, and everyone onlookers looked at him with disdain.
Behind him, Chang An's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
The tip of the hanging sword was dripping with hot wine.
He swung his sword gracefully, using a third of the alcohol and a third of his momentum, and flew straight past the chest of the coffin bearer.
During the exchanges, the sword moves were accompanied by drunkenness, and they were unrestrained and unpredictable. The punches were as strong as the wind, and the tigers and tigers were powerful.
Between the opening and closing, another figure rushed in. Mo Bei came with a sword in hand. He looked domineering and knocked back the coffin bearer with one strike of his sword.
Chang An made a free and easy sword move, and went straight towards the eyebrow of the coffin bearer.
The coffin bearer's palm blew up from his sleeve, and he blocked Chang An casually.
"There are white clouds in the sky that are invisible, but I have a sword that leaves no trace."
Jia Li's voice came belatedly from behind the coffin bearer. He drew out the soft sword from his waist, shook off three ounces of cold light, and with the fastest speed in the world, he averted the boundless murderous intent.
Like the best assassin in the world.
Right up to the pallbearer's vest.
"boom!"
The vast internal force is like a small mushroom cloud, centered on the coffin bearer, bursting out and rolling up yellow sand all over the sky.
Jia Li touched the gravel with his feet and walked away gracefully, leaving no trace in the air.
There is no trace of walking in the snow, and the gods and ghosts are unpredictable.
While the yellow sand was flying, a figure came from afar, a finger penetrated the obstacles, and he wrote with a hint of drunkenness, stopping three feet away from the coffin bearer.
"Bang!"
The surrounding air suddenly became clear, and the gravel was dispersed by the internal force. Chang An's fingertips rippled, and waves of internal force impacted the coffin bearer's external air wall.
In the blink of an eye, another domineering sword hit him on the head. The heavy sword had no edge and was ingenious but useless.
Mo Bei held a long sword in his hand, and with the power of thunder, he broke through the outer air wall of the coffin bearer.
"boom!"
The wall of air exploded.
Mo Bei and Chang An took a few steps back, but a figure bucked the trend and stepped forward, pointing a cold light directly at the brow of the coffin bearer.
Behind the cold light, a black figure came like a ghost.
The coffin bearer's eyes were filled with fear. His legs, which were originally rooted to the ground like the roots of an old tree, moved at this moment. A bit of dust flew up, covering Jia Li's eyes.
A sword thrust out, but there was nothing.
The coffin bearer had retreated three feet away and looked at each other with serious eyes.
Jia Li put away his sword and laughed.
"It turns out that you can also retreat. I thought you would only move forward."
Chang An and Mo Bei looked at the coffin bearer coldly, waiting attentively.
In an instant, the four people switched between offense and defense like a violent storm, shocking everyone to the point of breaking out in cold sweat.
Ye Siqing swallowed bitterly and held the long knife in her hand. Such fierce battles were rare in the world.
In the distance, on Qingcheng Mountain, noise and dust billowed up.
Lian Congyun looked sternly and looked at Ji Rufeng beside him.
Ji Rufeng stroked her long beard, smiled knowingly, and said to everyone
"Everyone, it's our turn."
While talking, everyone in the wine shop dressed up and left the place.
The coffin bearer looked at the three of them with a dead look and said something calmly.
"I do not understand."
Jia Li sneered, took a long breath, and let out the anger he had been feeling for the past few months.
"Why don't you understand? In order to kill you, Mo Bei waited for two years in Kunlun, and finally got a letter from Zhang Liaoliu. In order to kill you, Lao Chang did not hesitate to bear the infamy of killing Jian Zong. In order to kill you, Mo Bei I pretended to be deceived by the content of the letter and went down the mountain, using the youngest grandmaster in the world as bait to lure you into the world just to kill you."
The coffin bearer showed a suspicious expression
"August 15th is a very good day."
Jia Li sneered
"It's a good choice, but you won't live until August 15th."
………………
At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, among the woods.
Hundreds of women in plain clothes gathered here. They were uniformly dressed, and the swords in their hands were all unsheathed. The leading woman looked solemnly, looking at the official road in the distance, as if she was waiting for something.
Behind him, a female disciple stepped forward and said
"Sister, when will we take action?"
The leading woman said calmly
"Don't worry, wait for the letter from the sect master. Today's battle is extremely important, so we need to be extra cautious."
"Hahahaha! Little girls from Qingcheng Mountain, you don't have to wait any longer."
A voice lingered among the trees.
The leading woman looked around.
"who!"
There was a rustling sound in the woods, and a group of people came slowly. The two leaders were Lian Congyun and Ji Rufeng.
The leading woman said in shock
"Why is it you? Aren't you here..."
Lian Congyun pretended to be confused and said
"Yes, shouldn't we wait over there and let them both lose and benefit?"
"Hahahaha, yes, at least that's what they think."
Ye Siqing laughed.
Ji Rufeng slowly walked forward
"Haha, if we don't pretend to be more similar, how come the old man who resists the coffin allows so many rich and powerful fellows to gather in Jiangnan?"
Lian Congyun's expression suddenly became solemn, and he changed from his previous cold look.
"We, the Jianghu people, put our righteousness first. How can we ignore the justice of the Jianghu for our own selfish interests? We, the righteous men, gathered in Jiangzhou because we were invited by Brother Chang'an to kill the scum of the martial arts who colluded with Youfu."
The leading woman was angry and yelled
"Under the guise of fighting for the chance of immortality, You Mansion mistook you for thinking that you are just a bunch of clowns coveting the chance of immortality. In fact, you secretly gathered together to hinder You Mansion's plan. What a despicable and shameless Chang An!"
Ye Siqing sneered.
"Despicable and shameless? Collaborating with You Mansion is tantamount to betraying fellow martial artists and should be killed!"
Hundreds of martial arts comrades behind him raised their weapons in response.
"To be killed!"
"To be killed!"
"To be killed!"
