Qutang Gorge.

The green hills on both sides of the river are like knives, and a large river flows eastward. The two mountains face each other, the sky opens a line, and the gorge opens a door, which is Qutang Gorge. On both sides of the river, there are many flags, swaying in the wind, and on the pile, a woman in white is trapped on a boulder with a sealed acupoint.

This woman is seven or eight points similar to Xie Junyan, but compared with Xie Junyan, she is three points less graceful and seven points more heroic.

Qingcheng, Tangmen, Emei, Shaolin and other masters of various sects gathered, standing on the ship, as if facing a great enemy.

The head of Emei, Xuan Yi Shi Taidao, the sword is frostless, as a famous disciple, you should have supported justice, hoeed and punished evil, but repeatedly violated the door rules and fell into the devil's way, and you still didn't kneel!

Jian Wushuang's clothes were full of dirt, her hair was messy, but her eyes were extremely resolute, her lips were closed, and she looked at everyone with a stubborn face, with a hint of contempt and disdain, as if to convey a message, you can catch me, but you can't make me submit.

Master Xuanyi is too famous in the rivers and lakes, her words were ignored by Jian Wushuang, turned to a middle-aged woman, and snorted coldly, Qiong Nuxia, you good apprentices taught by the Huansha Sword Sect!

Qiong Fanghua, the head of the Huansha Sword Sect, sighed and persuaded, Wushuang, you don't have to be obsessed, as long as you tell the whereabouts of the Demon Sect Leader, I can intercede in front of the major heads and treat you lightly.

Jian Wushuang looked at the master who had raised herself for more than 20 years, with a trace of tenderness in her eyes, she said, Master, your nurturing grace, Wushuang has no teeth and is unforgettable, your earnest teachings, I remember in my heart, I owe you too much, but Po Changfeng is my lover, and he has not committed any crimes, why do you have to put him to death?

The head of Emei snorted coldly, there is no sin? Founding a demon sect and harming fellow martial artists, isn't this a sin?

Jian Wushuang said coldly, the Manichaeism founded by others is not the demon sect in your bald mouth, you are a monk, but you have an affair with a certain monk, he just bumped into him, and he was framed by you everywhere, and even framed and blamed, this is what you are doing decently?

Shaolin Qingming Master said, you don't want to spew blood!

Jian Wushuang laughed and said, Look, before I said anything, someone took the initiative to jump out, isn't this a thief shouting to catch a thief?

Xuanyi said, this little girl has sharp teeth and clever tongue, everyone should not listen to her, break the long wind and rape and kill my Emei disciple Yufeng, this is what everyone has seen with their own eyes, can this still be denied?

Jian Wushuang sneered, Master Xuanyi, the honor of your sect Yufeng, not to mention in Yihong Courtyard, it is under the overpass, the master of Wuwen Qian Grassland has not been patronized for a time, my big brother will rape and kill her?

She asked a Qingcheng disciple, have you seen Yufeng, but if it were you, would you rape and kill her?

The Qingcheng disciple shook his head again and again, although it was said that a deceased person was not very kind, but the little junior sister of Yufeng, I won't do it if I post money.

The head of Qingcheng dragged a long voice, huh?

The disciples of Qingcheng said, the little sister of Yufeng is the dream lover of every young chivalrous man who walks the rivers and lakes!

After saying this, he probably felt a little disobedient, and the Qingcheng disciple let out a wow, and vomited.

The head of Qingcheng said angrily, what do you mean? The disciple of Qingcheng defended, Master, I am a landlubber, seasick!

Jian Wushuang laughed loudly, it wouldn't be a good thing for her to break someone's mouth and be killed!

Xuan Yi was furious, and he drew his sword and was about to kill her, but was stopped by Qiong Fanghua, Xuan Yi said angrily, Qiong Nuxia, do you want to favor this demon? Qiong Fanghua sighed and let go. The masters of all the major sects shouted one after another, burn the sword without frost, and do the right thing for the sky!

Jian Wushuang said proudly, what qualifications do you have, representing the Dao of Heaven?

Xuan Yi said don't quibble with this witch, do it! As he spoke, someone threw a torch at the pile full of tung oil. Jian Wushuang's eyes showed a reluctance, and said, Big Brother Po, let's see you in the next life!

There was a flute sound, and a fierce wind blew the torch down the river.

Someone exclaimed, break the long wind!

Above the Yangtze River, a flat boat, going upstream. A handsome man in black on the boat, holding a hole flute, blew out a song "Guan Shanyue". The sound of the flute is low and melodious, but it covers the sound of the river and the wind, like crying, it seems that a pair of lovers are complaining about their heartfelt feelings.

The decent martial arts master was not in the mood but appreciated this song, revealing his vigilance, as if facing a great enemy, and looked at the man in black on the boat quite nervously.

The end of the song.

Breaking the long wind said to everyone, aren't you looking for me, I'm here.

Everyone looked around, for fear that there were Demon Sect disciples ambushed nearby, Po Changfeng seemed to see through their thoughts, and said indifferently, the matter of the sword without frost is my personal grudge against Changfeng, and it has nothing to do with the disciples of the Holy Sect, and the next person will come.

Qiong Fanghua seemed to want to give Po Changfeng a chance, she said, Po Sect Master, originally the Central Plains Martial Arts and your Manichaean well water did not violate the river water, but in the past half a year, you have killed Emei and Shaolin disciples, destroyed Qiuyue Villa, and Dingyuan Dart Bureau, and the crimes you committed are unforgivable, can you admit your guilt?

Po Changfeng smiled and said, Shaolin disciple, I slaughtered one. The other pots were too big for me to carry.

The head of Qingcheng asked, do you dare to say that you didn't kill the people in Qiuyue Villa and Dingyuan Dart Bureau?

Po Changfeng said proudly, if you say kill, you will kill! I didn't come today to discuss these trivial matters with you. He pointed to Jian Wushuang, this person, I want to take it away. If anyone stands in his way, I will kill him.

Qiong Fanghua saw that Po Changfeng refused to defend herself, and before she could speak, she listened to the head of Emei, everyone went up together, and killed this demon demon!

Boom, boom, there was a loud bang.

Huge waves rose into the sky, blowing the boat to pieces. It turned out that the various sects were afraid of breaking the Changfeng martial arts, and installed mines under the water. This kind of mine is produced in Tangmen, such as the size of a watermelon, which can be connected in series or parallel, and the long wind flat boat rows by, triggering the fuse.

Above the Yangtze River, there are small boat debris everywhere. The figure of the broken long wind disappeared above the river.

Master Xuan Yi snorted too coldly, the Demon Sect Master, that's just it.

There was an exclamation, Xuan Yi looked up, but found Po Changfeng standing on the pile, untying the sword without frost and holding it in his arms. Someone shouted and burned the dog man and woman. Countless torches were hurled at the pile.

Po Changfeng couldn't help but be angry when he saw that these people looked like they were all killed.

I saw that the jade flute in his hand was shattered, revealing a long sword. Jian Wushuang's whole body is poured with tung oil, and as long as there is a little spark, it will bring Jian Wushuang into the land of no return. Po Changfeng's eyes moved with killing intent, his eyes were red, and he said, You forced me.

Master Xuanyi is too Dao, the obstacle of iniquity, and death! The head of Shaolin also followed.

On this day, the Demon Sect officially broke with the major sects in the Central Plains.

On this day, on the Yangtze River, blood flowed like a river, dyeing the river red for ten miles.

I stared at this picture with both eyes, and through this hollowed-out sphere, I saw the killing ring of the long wind on the Yangtze River.

The picture flashed, and the style of painting changed abruptly.

The underworld?

The vault is like an endless barrier, in the underworld, there is no grass, and the yin wind is angry, like a ghost.

At the end of the field of vision, the four pillars of heaven, in the distance are twelve distant mountains, and on the main mountain, in a dilapidated palace, an uninvited guest came.