Zixiao Sect, under the sect!

Ziyun Town!

A white-haired young man drunkenly carried a jar of wine and walked around the town.

Like a man who has lost everything, and who drinks and buys drunk.

This person is the night without a trace who was sent by the girl in blue.

"Smack"!

The wine jar couldn't pour out the wine, and Ye Wuxian smiled bitterly, and then turned his head and walked towards a hotel on the side of the road.

"Little Er, bring me all the best wine you have here. ”

After shouting, Ye Wuxian squinted and looked at the town.

The town is prosperous, there are many people, and the clamor is endless.

After receiving the wine and paying the money, Ye Wuxian continued to walk in the direction of Zixiao Sect.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, but the wine is bitter.

But at this moment, a group of more than twenty people dressed in pale white clothes rode fast horses and rushed into the town.

"Everyone, get out of the way, the people from the Zixiao Sect are here!"

There was a purple cloud on the chest of this group of people, the people of the Zixiao Sect.

These people kill people when they see people in the way, and they rob anything they see, which is full of banditry.

Almost soon, they had visited the shops on both sides, and the horses were loaded with large bags and small bags, and there were a few good-looking women, with crying voices, who were placed on the horses.

"Hahaha! Look at it, I haven't seen it! Get out of the way!"

One of the leaders laughed loudly, not paying any attention to the townspeople.

A few men clenched their fists tightly, but after seeing a few people rushing forward and being dealt with by one or two swords, they were afraid, and they dared not speak in anger, so they could only glare angrily.

"Come on, keep coming up! a bunch of waste, Lao Tzu will play with you women in Ziyun Town in front of you today!"

As he spoke, he began to tear at a woman's clothes on horseback, and the sound of tearing clothes made the eyes of those present burst into flames and anger, and the woman was soon left with only close-fitting clothing. But no one stopped them, they couldn't beat them.

"Oh--"

The people wearing the clothes of the Zixiao Sect immediately began to call excitedly, looking at the behavior of their classmates who made their beast blood boil "Beasts are inferior".

The woman didn't look very old, she looked like a girl of seventeen or eighteen water, her eyes were already red from crying, and she cried loudly and begged to let her go, don't ...... Some words.

But her crying did not stop the devil, but made his people who wanted to commit violence against her more rampant and excited.

The girl was in utter despair, and she wished to kill herself as the devil's claws reached out to her last personal covering.

Eyes blurred by tears looked at the crowd of onlookers, hoping that someone would save him.

However, many people even showed excited looks, wishing that the man who bullied her was herself.

But at that moment, a jar of wine flew towards her bullier.

With a clang, it smashed into the man's head, and the blood immediately flowed down.

"Damn, whoever threw the wine jar, get out of the old man. ”

The man was furious and glanced at the crowd, but the crowd took a step back in unison, revealing a drunken young man with white hair and black robes.

"!"

The man stopped his movements, turned over and dismounted, drew the saber at his waist, and walked towards the night without a trace step by step, and said in a solemn tone: "White-haired ghost, you are so fucking impatient, dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs!"

Almost at the moment when the man dismounted, the people behind the night without a trace were like frightened birds, scattering in all directions, revealing a large open space.

The white-haired young man walked forward drunk, his body staggered, as if he would fall to the ground at any time, and he looked dazed, as if he was a little confused: "I still don't want to live, I really don't want to live...... It's not cool, it's cool, come, come and cut Lao Tzu. ”

"Since you are looking for death, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!"

The man raised the sword in his hand, but only swung it in the air before his movements stiffened.

A large pale red knife pierced through his body at some point.

And the spiritual power in his body is being absorbed by the big sword.

The man's pupils gradually dimmed, and the long sword in his hand slowly fell to the ground.

The blood shadow was absorbed quickly, and the spiritual power in the man's body was absorbed in the blink of an eye.

The red glow in the blade of the knife looks even more bewitching.

"Senior Brother Wang!!"

The people of the Zixiao Sect roared angrily! Immediately, they all rushed towards Ye Wuxi.

After taking a light sip of wine, Ye Wuxian threw the black robe on his body to the girl who got off the horse.

It's still drunk!

Hands up!

Blood splattered!

In an instant, more than a dozen people were killed by the Blood Shadow.

The remaining three Zixiao Sect disciples looked at each other, turned around and ran!

Whoa!

The three swords were kicked away by Night Traceless, piercing the bodies of the last three!

There are twenty-three people in Zixiao Sect, and none of them have survived!

Only the leader stood there, his legs already limp, unable to move his steps.

"Plop!"

kneeling, the leading man knelt down, and kept kowtowing.

"Spare my life, spare my life, I was wrong, I was wrong, give me a chance to mend my ways, I must be a good man, and I will never bully men and women again, it's really ......"

"What a familiar word!"

Ye Wuxian murmured softly, through the white hair scattered in front of him, looking at the sincere man, and slowly raised the blood shadow in his hand: "The people of Zixiao Sect, are they all like this?"

"Wait!"

At this moment, a female voice came: "Can you, let me kill him?"

"Oh?"

Ye Wuxian turned his head curiously and looked over, it was the girl he had just saved.

The girl was wearing his black robe, and she looked fat, but her face was a little frightened when she looked at him at this time.

Ye Wuxian took a sip of wine with an expressionless face, and said lightly: "Have you ever killed someone?"

Hearing this, the girl's face turned pale, her delicate body trembled, she shook her head in fear, and her tone trembled: "I haven't killed anyone, but I want to kill!" Please, please give me a chance to kill him." ”

"There's a sword at your feet!"

Ye Wuxian took a faint sip of wine and wasted the man's limbs. Staggered forward.

The girl took a deep breath, held the iron sword scattered by the disciple of the Zixiao Sect with both hands tightly, picked it up with all her might, and dragged the sword to the front of the leading man.

"Don't, don't kill me, I've been deposed, don't kill me, I'm wrong, give me a chance......"

The man kept pleading, shaking his head, and actually cried, crying a sad one.

But no matter how much the man pleaded, it did not make the girl hesitate in the slightest.

"Poof!"

"Ah!!h

The sword in the girl's hand was too heavy, and the sword actually missed when she went down.

The burst of blood sprayed on the girl's face, causing her to lose her mind for a moment, and then she drew her sword and stabbed it down again.

People are ruthless, and they don't talk much!

This is the evaluation of the girl by Night Without a Trace.

"Ah!! please, kill me, don't torture me. ”