The atmosphere in the air suddenly seemed to freeze.

With the long wind in the dark night, everything seemed to be cold.

The old village chief is a good old man, he has always been like this, he doesn't want to provoke too much right and wrong, but he is definitely not a cowardly person.

Especially under Li Chunqiu's admonition, the old village chief has been walking in the direction of being able to establish a century-old prestige for Lijia Village.

On this road, whoever stops the old village chief is the enemy of the old village chief, and whoever says that honest people will not be angry.

Angry honest people are the most terrible.

The Demon Sect Leader Da Luo Dongguan was silent, he was already destined to be difficult to do well when he did it, but the Demon Sect Leader Da Luo Dongguan still did it.

In the darkness of the night, the Demon Sect Leader Da Luo Dongguan suddenly laughed.

"It's just that I want to try the strength of the village chief for a while, and the village chief doesn't want to fight me. ”

On the teahouse lit with green lanterns, the old village chief just looked at Daluo Dongguan and watched quietly without any expression.

It's like looking at the ground that has been turned up when you're plowing the field.

In the heart of the old village chief, he sighed secretly, he was still too "young", and he always wanted to be able to make peace.

But since your Demon Sect is not sincere, then ...... Don't blame the old man.

The patriarch's friend said that if peace is no longer worth it, then go the other way.

The old village chief thought so.

"Since the Demon Sect wants to try, then it's fine. ”

"Twisted!"

With the voice of the old village chief sounded.

The night, which was originally flat and dark under the night, seemed to be distorted at this moment under the flames of the teahouse.

It's like a bubble rising on the earth, but you can't see the borders.

The people of the Demon Sect subconsciously took a step back, and the vast night was like a distorted monster, wrapped in all directions.

It's like folding up a small world.

The fields of the Quartet were no longer visible, nor could there be any trace of the mountains under the hazy moonlight.

This is the power that Li Chunqiu left in the body of the old village chief, in addition to the power of the flames, he also left the power of space.

Before, the old village chief was able to hide, as if he had become invisible, essentially hiding in a distorted void.

And this time, the old village chief distorted the void, but he was no longer hiding himself, he was for the people of the Demon Sect and could not escape.

The senior was right, he was the patriarch of Lijia Village, and he couldn't always hesitate and be cowardly.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Under the distorted void, the four directions of heaven and earth seemed to have all disappeared, leaving only the people of the Demon Sect, as well as the teahouse in front of him and the Lijia Village behind the teahouse.

"What is this?"

The Demon Sect Leader looked up at everything in front of him, and he felt that something was wrong.

It was the feeling of palpitations, the sixth sense in the darkness of the master.

His sixth sense told him that he might die here.

Is this the essence of Qinglian Sword Immortal?

"The old man doesn't want to have more rights and wrongs, but there is a premise for this, the premise that others don't bully Lijia Village, since the sect leader doesn't let the old man live a stable life, then the old man can only let the sect leader be unlucky. ”

The old village chief had already stood up, speaking of which, this ancestral bloodline was really a mysterious and extremely powerful power, and this power had been completely mastered the moment they awakened.

It's like an innate terrible instinct.

The old village chief raised his hands, shook slightly, and everyone fell from the teahouse.

The void was divided into gaps, and the people of the Demon Sect were separated one after another.

It's like a dividing line on a chess board, dividing everyone into different spaces.

The old village chief never really used his strength, because there were still many ordinary people in the village, and he didn't want some kind of inequality in Lijia Village, nor did he want the unique and powerful force in the bloodline to divide Lijia Village into three, six, nine and so on.

But, at this moment, he was in earnest.

In this world of high martial arts, a person like the old village chief, who was endowed with rule-level power by Li Chunqiu, was an invincible nightmare for martial arts masters.

Moreover, he is not alone in this battle.

As the cracks in the void diverged, the Demon Sect Leader Da Luo Dongguan suddenly found that all his subordinates had disappeared.

In the vast void, only pure darkness remains, and not even a trace of sound exists in it.

Dark, lonely......... Many indescribable feelings suddenly appeared in the heart of the Demon Sect Leader, Da Luo Dongguan.

If one side of the world is too small, then it will make the life that once lived in the vast world feel a sense of narrowness and tightness.

It's claustrophobia.

And this is not the last resort of Lijiacun.

In the darkness, the burly figure of the old man appeared in the darkness, silently.

He quietly looked at the Demon Sect Leader in front of him, Li Jia Village, all the people in the village, who can awaken the bloodline, have the ability to ignore the darkness.

Under the darkness, everything is revealed.

The Demon Sect Leader was so clear in his eyes.

However, the first to speak was the Demon Sect Leader Da Luo Dongguan.

"I feel your breath, are you the one who fought me on the teahouse just now?"

"Yes!" the old man felt that there was nothing he could not admit.

"Actually, you shouldn't have done it, but since you did, then I can only arrest you. ”

"Catch me?" the Demon Sect Leader smiled, after all, he is the first person in the world, where does it say that he can be caught if he catches it?

"Yes, after all, I can be regarded as a person like the ancestor Qinglian Sword Immortal. The honest voice of the old man sounded.

The old man who struck the iron originally meant that he was a person who had awakened his bloodline like his ancestors, but this sentence fell on the ears of the Demon Sect Leader Da Luo Dongguan, which did not mean so.

Da Luo Dongguan felt that the big man in front of him was a little unconscious.

"You're so arrogant!"

"Am I arrogant? I'm an iron striker, what's arrogant? And I'm not the only one alongside my ancestors!"

The old man wrinkled, he didn't understand what the Demon Sect Leader was saying at all, like a chicken talking with a duck, not on the same channel at all.

Sure enough, Lao Tzu, a blacksmith, shouldn't have chatted with these big people and knocked down the ball.

Thinking of this, the old man who struck the iron reached out and grabbed towards the Demon Sect Master, and in the small space, even the Demon Sect Master had no ability to dodge.

Only hard shock!

The distorted mist dissipated, and a crackling sound came from the Demon Sect Master's bones, and then a fist smashed into the hand of the old man who was beating the iron.

Since you can't escape, then meet the brave on a narrow road to win!

The Demon Sect Leader puffed up the true qi of his whole body, in fact, compared to the people of Lijia Village, he who realized the Tao on the cliff of great compassion and regret is the real successor of Li Taibai.

However, at this moment, it is useless for Li Taibai to be truly resurrected.