He Yi's shout was like a thunderclap, which suddenly silenced the audience, and countless eyes fell on the sharp sword in his hand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the crowd, Fan Fei and Chen Yan's faces became extremely ugly, while on the other side of the crowd, Lao Ma frowned and shook his head secretly.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was attracted by He Yi in the field, Lao Ma's eyes glanced to the side slightly, and he was suddenly stunned, but he saw that at this moment, Lu Chen's face actually showed a somewhat strange look.

There seemed to be a sudden blankness on his face, his mouth still tightly closed, and his gaze flickered a little. He stared at the execution rack in the distance in a daze, and his eyes only stayed on the demon cult spy who had completely lost his ability to resist and had been reduced to the flesh of others.

There was a sudden burst of shouting and cheering in the surrounding crowd, at first it was those mortal villagers who did not have any Taoism, their feelings were the most simple and direct, their hatred of the Demon Sect was the most straightforward, after He Yi shouted, these mortals quickly scolded, and spit on the person who was tied up to the eighteenth generation of their ancestors, and some people threw a lot of stones, sundries, and garbage.

Then, there were the monks in the crowd, those who were the least active cultivators were a little excited, and there were also noises, and the rest of the people would be quiet, but most of them were also cold bystanders, and did not have any intention of disturbing.

The crazy insulting voices on the very loud dust echoed not far away, Lu Chen stood in the crowd, his face gradually became indifferent, and then stared deeply at the dying man.

The old horse seemed to think of something, his face changed slightly, but he stopped talking, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then sighed softly, but after all, he didn't do anything, maybe he couldn't do anything.

The roaring drum noise was like a tidal wave, surging forward, and it could be seen that the vicious name of the Demon Sect had already penetrated into the hearts of the people of the world, and it was pouring into the field from all directions in waves.

He Yi stood under the execution rack, and a strange feeling surged in his heart at this time, of course he did not have any sympathy for the demon cult demon behind him, in fact, he had a deep enmity with the demon cult, and because he had been investigating this matter a few days ago, he was arranged to come over today to slash the demon.

But anyway, this demon cult spy who was tied to the execution rack did not have any power to fight back, after being caught yesterday, the Kunlun faction did not treat him politely, and after forcing him to ask all the things that should be said and should be known, what awaited him was today's fate.

Perhaps in the past, the Kunlun faction would have had some mercy to lock up such people, but this time the order passed down from above was unusually decisive and ferocious.

No one questioned this decree, not even the Yuanying Zhenren, who had often disagreed with Xianyue Zhenren in the past few days. The time is also strong, the demon sect and demons persecuted me Kunlun too much, and Kunlun will definitely not be soft.

He Yi smiled coldly, but he didn't feel too proud in his heart, with his knowledge and current Taoism, he didn't feel that it would be a special honor to stand here today. But it was the head of the family and the master who arranged for him to come, so he couldn't help but come.

They probably think it's also for their own good, to let out a bad breath, or to add a little prestige in front of everyone.

He Yi was indifferent on his face but sneered in his heart, and somehow, at this moment, another tall figure suddenly appeared in his mind, like an unclimbable mountain, like a towering Kunlun.

He closed his eyes and froze, then indifferently stretched out his sword and laid it under the neck of the demon cult traitor.

In an instant, the surrounding crowd was in a sensation, and everyone's eyes widened, looking at the connection between the sword and the flesh, looking forward to the moment when the blood splashed!

Blood, as if it always stimulates people's hearts.

From ancient times to the present day, it has always been the same.

In the corner of the crowd, Chen Yi's eyes were slightly closed, his lips squirmed slightly, as if he was reciting some scripture softly, while Fan Qu's eyes were cold, staring at He Yi's face like a sharp sword.

Farther to the other side, a trace of worry flashed in the old horse's eyes, looking at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's breathing was slightly rapid, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Everything seems to be waiting for that moment.

In front of the Kunlun Mountain Gate, suddenly, all the sounds disappeared and there was silence.

Everyone waited with bated breath, staring, waiting for the death to come!

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The long sword flashed brightly, bright and dazzling, like a brilliant sunset falling at dusk in autumn, and like catkins fluttering in the spring light, beautiful and short, flashing between heaven and earth.

The man's head, struck by the sword, was seen by the world, the face, young and handsome, with blood marks, a little haggard, his eyebrows, his eyes, his mouth, and his ears, all of which were no different from ordinary people.

He had been unconscious, but perhaps it was the coldness of the sword that woke him up, or the howling scolding that had awakened him, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

For the first time, his pupils reflected the sword light that shone brightly, and the sharp sword imprinted all over his pupils, so the whole world was cold.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly see everything around him, the sword, He Yi, the execution rack, and countless onlookers; at that moment, he seemed to tremble all over, and there was an unconcealable fear, but when the sword light swept across the sky and fell towards him, the young man suddenly fell silent again.

He burst out laughing.

He desperately looked up at the clear, bright sky.

The sky was blue, like a gentle gaze, and like the endless sea, seeing that the waves were about to submerge him, and merge his body into the clarity.

The young man's face suddenly shone brightly, as if he had seen some magnificent scene, the crowd was in an uproar, all kinds of horrors, Chen Yan and Fan Hui shook their bodies at the same time, their faces were shocked, and Fan Hui's eyes were even more tearful.

In the distance, Lu Chen suddenly took a step forward, his face was slightly distorted, but at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed him.

The hand, fat and warm, as powerful as cast iron.

Lu Chen immediately quieted down, and then lowered his head.

"The true god descends to earth and dominates the Three Realms......"

The young man suddenly roared hoarsely and loudly, the sound of which was as terrible as an autumn cicada, and it shook people's hearts, but after a few moments, all this sound came to an abrupt end.

Stop at that sword light as bright as autumn waves.

He Yi calmly and calmly swung out the sword, and cut off the young man's head with a single sword.

The severed head of the "Gu Lu ......" fell to the ground and rolled forward for a while, and the blood that followed spurted out wildly, spilling all over the world.

It's a dazzling red and suffocating one.

He Yi had a look of disgust in his eyes, stepped back, avoiding the blood, and then slowly turned around, facing the crowd, and raised his long sword.

There were drops of blood on the blade, dripping down little by little.

It stained the ground red, and the eyes of everyone around him red.

......A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd, laughter and exclamations were intertwined, and countless faces with different expressions were added, like a picture of the world. And when you look through that scene of blood, with a little bit of blood, it looks like a poignant scroll of a hundred ghosts traveling at night.

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Many people's eyes fell on He Yi.

With awe and envy.

He Yi took two steps forward and said loudly: "This fang is a demon sect spy, secretly mixed into my Kunlun sect, scheming, doing many evils, the day before yesterday was even more ferocious, plotting to kill my Kunlun disciple Zhang Zhi, his methods are so brutal that they are outrageous. ”

Speaking of this, He Yi's voice was much lower, and he looked around at the countless crowds around him, and said: "When I saw Senior Brother Zhang's body that day, there were only four words, that is, 'miserable'! Demon Sect demons hurt heaven and reason, and do all kinds of evil things, although heaven and earth have the virtue of good life, but my Kunwu disciple must not be sent to death in vain, and my Kunlun sect will never allow such demons to do whatever they want in my mountain gate!"

"Today's punishment is my Kunlun faction for the Heavenly Way!"

This last sentence was as sonorous as iron, and the momentum was like a mountain, and for a while, everyone looked sideways, watching He Yi throw his sword into the air, and then turned around and strode away, straight up Kunlun Mountain.

And behind him, I only heard the sound of the wind flickering, the voice was sharp, the sound of breaking the sky was instantly urgent, the long sword fell from the sky, like the sharp blade of the sky was unstoppable, straight into the torture frame, "poof", pierced into the chest of the corpse, and penetrated out!

There was silence in the crowd for a moment, and suddenly there was a burst of shouts and shouts that seemed to be like a roar in the sky, and countless people applauded it, especially the mortals who had no Taoism, and they were even more excited, shouting hoarsely.

And Fan Hui in the crowd was so angry that his whole body trembled, gritted his teeth, forced his heart to roar, and used the smallest voice to Chen Yan beside him, and hissed angrily: "This bastard beast, I, I, I will kill this person!"

Chen Yan nodded slowly, his eyes were also looking at Kunlun Mountain Gate, his gaze was cold.

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On that day, the Kunlun faction publicly executed a demon sect traitor, announcing that it was this person who had plotted to kill his disciple Zhang Zhi. At this time, it was only a few days before Zhang Zhi's death, and the Kunlun faction thundered with iron-blooded determination, which shook the mountains and rivers for a while.

The blood-stained execution rack was erected outside the Kunlun Mountain Gate, and it was not removed for many days, and no one collected the corpse of the demon sect.

After this incident in the Kunlun faction, the atmosphere changed suddenly, the prestige of Xianyue Zhenren soared, and the voice of criticism suddenly weakened a lot, and Qiandeng, Mingzhu and other Yuanying Zhenren also expressed their appreciation for this, and praised Xianyue Zhenren's means, which is really a great talent who is far-sighted and decisive at the right time, which is the blessing of my Kunlun faction.

And on the evening of that day, when the bright moon rose again.

Lu Chen sat alone on the edge of the cliff of Feiyantai, looking up at the cold lonely moon, looking indifferent, thinking in his heart: There are only four days left until the night of the full moon. (To be continued.) )