"Don't open the door when it's dark, don't respond when you knock on the door. Lin Xiuyuan chewed on two pairs that he heard from the people of Chang'an City.

This phrase first came from a village outside the east gate of Chang'an City.

Legend has it that it was first spread from this village to Chang'an City. And just a year ago, this village was wiped out by monsters, and there were hundreds and twenty households, none of which were spared. There was only one Xiucai left who taught in Chang'an City, because he often lived in Fucheng and did not return to the village, so he was spared.

And this village, Zhangjia Village, is about ten miles away from him.

"Where to go first" Lin Xiuyuan straightened his waist and stepped forward, the frequency of stretching his legs was not fast, and it was almost the same as walking on weekdays.

The place where each foot fell was a coincidence, just avoiding the shrubs and roots that were growing wantonly on the ground.

The branch next to his ear quickly swiped backwards as soon as it appeared in front of him, but disappeared into the night in just three seconds.

If someone was watching from the side, they would be surprised to find that Lin Xiuyuan's body seemed to teleport, just appeared in a place, and as his footsteps stepped away, the whole person immediately disappeared in place.

The location where it reappeared was a hundred meters away from the place just now.

The pot shrinks to the ground, and the end of the world is close at hand.

There's no way, Lin Xiuyuan doesn't really want to use this pace, after all, no matter how you look at it, the force of this thing is not too high.

He hadn't cultivated to the point of entering the house, and to outsiders he seemed to be extremely ghostly, like a high-level warrior.

It is completely inferior to the rainbow flight with its own sound and light, or the cloud-climbing technique of clouds and mist, and the fairy spirit.

It's a pity that the Dan Continent is different from the Yuan and Yi Continents, and the perfection of the world laws here is not at all comparable to other places in the Tianyuan Universe.

If Lin Xiuyuan wants to fly, he needs to consume a lot of mana, and it may not be possible, although the quality of the aura here is much stronger than that outside, but the replenishment still can't catch up with the consumption.

Therefore, this idea of his was ruthlessly rejected by Peony.

The purpose of letting him kill the demon this time is to let him get rid of these bad problems, and bells and whistles are not a good thing.

Soon, but in the time of half a cup of tea, Lin Xiuyuan faintly saw a scene of ruins and broken walls not far ahead through the shade of the branches.

The tip of his nose twitched, and a fox stench entered his nose along the breeze.

The people are gone, but some beasts and doves occupy the magpie's nest.

Zhangjia Village, arrived.

Zhangjia Village, which has not been set foot in for many years, has attracted a villain today.

The bloody kind.

"Brute, get out of here!" A loud shout came from afar, and almost at the same moment when the sound arrived, Lin Xiuyuan's figure was like a ghost, silently against the front of the tiled house.

He didn't look at the scene inside, the dim firelight flickered at the broken window, and an unbearable stench floated out along the cracks of the house, choking Lin Xiuyuan and rolling his eyes.

Raising the leg is a straight kick, there is no bells and whistles, just a pure straight kick, accompanied by a violent sound of breaking the air, the air in front of the boot does not have time to disperse, it is compressed into a high-density liquid fluid, and the outer layer brings a strong impact to break, which maximizes the area of action of the direct kick

"Bang" The already crumbling tile house collapsed violently, and the dilapidated wall was kicked straight by Lin Xiuyuan, and it simply turned into pieces neatly, with huge kinetic energy, with the direction of his kicking, sputtering out.

Tiny fragments of earth, wrapped in a little liquid air, emitted cold white smoke, like a shotgun shot, shot out into a large open space behind, and the "projectiles" filled the space and were impermeable.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Countless "projectiles" hit the open space, and between them and the ground, they set off a large mixture of dirt and dust, and smashed the land dozens of meters behind the tiled house into a honeycomb, and dense potholes were all around.

A large area of smoke and dust rose up, obscuring Lin Xiuyuan's field of vision, and at this moment, three white afterimages suddenly emerged from the ground, breaking through the smoke and dust, and bursting towards the dense forest behind the village.

"Hmph, demon, let's go!" Lin Xiuyuan snorted coldly, he took advantage of the surprise attack, if he couldn't take these three fox demons, he would simply commit suicide once.

The right arm trembled, bringing out an afterimage, the long sword that was originally hanging on his back, I don't know when it was already held by him, the blade suddenly slashed down, like a substantial sword qi burst out from the tip of the sword, cut through the dust in front of him, and slashed towards the three fox demons.

The sword light came later, and in less than a second, it was already behind the three fox demons, and the ground around it was unjustifiable, as the sword light sliding, the ground behind it was cut by the sword qi one after another, and the staggered sword marks were staggered, small but extremely deep.

"Be careful!" a slightly old cry sounded, full of energy.

Within the three white shadows, the largest fox demon in the center resolutely turned around, and a huge sword light was reflected in the silver-white beast pupils, and he suddenly had no way to retreat.

"Squeak!" A trace of firmness flashed in the eyes of the big fox demon, he twisted his hips and turned around, the spine of the big dragon was around, and he retreated into the soil, and his forepaws pushed forward, and the sharp claws poked out, staggered together, and collided with the sword abruptly.

"Hmph!" Looking at the fox demon's actions, Li Xiuyuan sneered, he would not be a decent man and gentleman for this kind of beast.

Do you want to sacrifice yourself to keep the other two fox demons? Unfortunately, I am not as good as you wish.

Lin Xiuyuan turned his wrist, and held a beautiful sword quilt behind his back, the tip of the sword was close to the crane, pointing straight to the sky, his left hand was pointing into a sword, and the twisted sword finger was erected on his chest.

"Soldier, treacherous!"

Suddenly, a full moon rose in the center of the village, shrouding the entire Zhangjia Village in bright moonlight, the moonlight was like practice, like water, and in an instant, it spread, and quickly caught up with the two fox demons in front of who were about to escape from the ascension.

"Moon?" muttered to the big fox demon as he looked at the moonlight. He stretched his palms forward, and his eyes were shaken by the bright moonlight, and he didn't see the sword taken out, but his front paws didn't feel a collision.

"Could it be!" the fox demon's pupils suddenly constricted, and he turned his head suddenly, and a terrible wail came out of his mouth.

"No!"

The moonlight is like water, hiding the killing machine, revealing the hidden fangs, and the tiny sword rays drill out from every trace of soft moonlight, as thin as a hair, sharp as a cadre.

It was as if thousands of slashes appeared at the same time, every inch of space in Zhangjiacun was covered with swords, and from a distance, a hemispherical transparent cover covered Zhangjiacun, and tens of millions of swordsmen hid in the depths of the void, all slashing down the demons.

Blood-red begonias spread across the ground, adding a bit of life to this monotonous land.

Lin Xiuyuan took the sword under the quilt, took out a peony flower, put it under his nose, took a deep breath, the bloody breath of the demon clan dispersed the fox anger in the air, and the fragrance mixed with flowers poured into his nose.

The crane behind him fluttered in the night breeze, Lin Xiuyuan raised his face slightly, and the soft facial lines shone brightly under the light of the sword.

"Hmm~ This kind of air is called comfort. ”