All the sects on the rivers and lakes, whether it is the Sword Sect or the Demon Sect, all things are carried out in an orderly manner, and all the people are silent because Lang Li arrived at the Hundred Swords Villa, there is no agreement and it seems to be tacit, no one talks about this matter, but this does not mean that no one does not care about this matter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just when everyone was busy with their own business, a bloody slaughter was quietly staged.

Wuzhuang Temple, a Taoist holy land, incense for many years, not only that, it is also a martial arts resort, famous for the cultivation of Tai Chi Yin and Yang sword.

In the early winter night, the north wind mixed with snowflakes ruthlessly destroyed the courtyard wall of Wuzhuang Temple, in the ancestral hall of the statue, an old man in a black and white Taoist robe leaned lightly on his right shoulder, his right hand hit the orchid finger, and the long silver hair fluttered on his chest, sitting on the futon with his eyes slightly closed, chanting words in his mouth.

In the cold wind, the sky outside the wall is full of wind and snow, and the inside of the wall is as warm as spring, and the cigarette smoke surrounds the entire Taoist temple. Suddenly, the old man noticed that there seemed to be some sound on the wall, rustling, this should not belong to the sound of Taoist cultivation, although it was abnormal, but the old man did not open his eyes.

It wasn't until a terrifying scream broke the tranquility of the night of watching the snow in Wuzhuang. Countless rockets were shot in the sky, hitting the window and door beams of Wuzhuang Temple like raindrops, but in an instant, Wuzhuang Temple turned into a sea of fire, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The silver-haired old man couldn't sit still any longer, and pushed open the door, his mind blank. He didn't understand why the always quiet Wuzhuang Temple had a sudden disaster today.

"Master, it's not good, we are surrounded by a group of people of unknown origin, the walls are full of people, and more than a dozen disciples have died at their hands." One of the disciples ran to the front in a panic, blood streaming from his forehead.

As soon as he finished speaking, a rocket was nailed to his back, and he snorted without even screaming, and then the fire burned all over his body.

The old man stomped his feet in distress, but it was too late. Looking up, there are people with strange headbands and masks all around.

At this time, several young Taoist priests came to the old man with swords in their hands. "Master, you go quickly, leave it to us here, it's too late!"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, how could the poor Dao run away at such a time of crisis. Ziqing, Ziming, Ziyuan, you act separately to keep the Wuzhuang Temple. ”

"Yes!" The men separated again.

The old man pulled out the sword from his back and was about to participate in the battle, when a little Taoist priest covered in blood ran over in a panic and his face was full of blood, and exclaimed: "Master, it's not good, the scripture building in the West Courtyard is also on fire, and our scriptures are no longer safe." ”

The old man's body was shocked, and his eyes were red and he looked at the west courtyard, and at this moment, the little Taoist priest with a bloody face suddenly had a dagger in his hand, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and with a pop at the fastest speed, a knife stabbed into the silver-haired old man's lower abdomen.

The silver-haired old man never expected such a hand, he didn't have time to react at all, he only felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and then a sharp pain came.

Syllable......

The old man slapped the man on the forehead, as if he had exhausted his last strength. The man took several steps back with the palm wind, blood spurting from his mouth.

"You...... Who is it? The old man's eyes widened and he asked in surprise.

"Heh... I'm just... Nobody, I didn't expect it... The famous man of the long beard will die at my hands... It's worth it! With that, the man fell on his back and never got up again.

The silver-haired old man is the Wuzhuang Guanguan Main Sword Sect and the Long-bearded Daoist.

At this moment, a man wearing a black night robe and a mask stood in front of him, I don't know who it was, let alone a man or a woman.

The long-bearded Taoist covered his lower abdomen, his face gradually turned pale, and cold sweat flowed down.

"You are... Who? ”

"The man who killed you!" The voice is harsh and ugly, but it is extraordinarily cautious.

"You are... People from the Demon Sect? ”

"Hee-hee... Whatever you think, I'm not going to tell a dead man much. ”

As he spoke, the man in black leaned down, and with an arrow he approached the long-bearded Taoist, jumped up and flipped the dagger and stabbed the long-bearded Taoist in both ears.

The evil wind struck, and the long-bearded Daoist instinctively resisted, but he was seriously injured, and his actions were slower after all, even if he had strong strength, he probably wouldn't be able to use much at this time.

The long-bearded Taoist held the sword in his right hand and covered the wound with his left hand, resisting the attack of the man in black with difficulty. But the black-clothed man's moves were very strange, and his speed was surprisingly fast, that is, more than a dozen rounds, and the long-bearded Taoist was full of wounds.

The man in black didn't seem to want to kill the longbeard Taoist at once, but circled around him, stabbing him from time to time.

In this way, the famous Nagabeard Daoist became a blur of flesh and blood, leaving only a trace of respite, and he would die at any moment, but he still stood strong, as if maintaining his last dignity.

Then something even more terrifying happened. The dagger flipped in the hand of the man in black, striking a brilliant knife flower, and his eyes became unusually bloodthirsty.

Sou......

The man in black came to the front like the wind, like a whirlwind revolving around the long-bearded man, he couldn't see the movements clearly, only heard the sound of the wind and the dagger stabbing in the flesh, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, and after a while, the man in black stopped the movement in his hand, licking the blood splashed at the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, looking like he was enjoying it. Looking at the long-bearded Taoist again, there is no flesh and blood on his body, only the gloomy white bones remain, only the head still maintains the appearance of a human, and the scene is extremely cruel and terrifying.

At this time, a few people ran in, carrying a box in their hands, and put the long-bearded Taoist who had already died into the box, cautiously, for fear that the white bones would fall apart.

After everything was done, this group of people quickly disappeared into the bloody night, silently, and Wuzhuang behind them watched the raging fire, and the firelight rushed into the sky with a bloody red. The prosperous Wuzhuang view of the past disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Wuliu Town, far away in the south of the Yangtze River. The snow of early winter has not come here, and the place is still full of life.

A large compound in the town is brightly lit and festive, and people gather here for joy.

This is the home of the Scimitar Sect's gang leader, Shuangliu Scimitar Chang Mingkong, and the reason why it is so lively is because he is marrying his fifth wife.

"Congratulations to the helper for welcoming the new love, and congratulations to the fifth lady on her new marriage!" The disciples of the Scimitar Sect blessed Chang Mingkong and his wife who had just entered the door in unison.

Chang Mingkong twisted his two little black beards, his eyes were about to smile, and he thanked him again and again.

At this time, a flying knife suddenly flew over and knocked off the bride's red hijab and nailed it to the red pillar behind her.

The bride screamed in fright and hurriedly hid behind Chang Mingkong.

"What people!" Chang Mingkong's sword eyebrows were upside down, pointing to the door and shouting.

The scimitar sect disciples and invited guests in the lobby also looked back one after another, but there was nothing outside except the sound of the wind blowing the willow trees, and Chang Mingkong faintly felt that a dangerous aura was approaching.

Whoosh ......

The flying knives that flew in from outside the door flew in like raindrops, just like the Wuzhuang Guandi rocket, except that the rockets became flying knives.

Since they didn't find out the situation, the disciples in the hall didn't have much preparation. Plop plop plop and pour a large piece.

Chang Mingkong realized that it was not good, and hurriedly ordered someone to get his own double willow scimitar, and jumped out of the door with a whoosh.

"Who is coming, why are you sneaking around and doing villain things!" Chang Mingkong shouted violently, but he didn't expect to really call out the enemy.

I saw that the person who came was a tall man, wearing a mask, naked, stepping on a pair of oversized tiger head boots, especially a plate axe in his hand, glowing with an eerie light in the dark night.

"Who are you?" Chang Ming asked with an empty hand.

"The man who killed you!" The big man's voice was as dark and thick as his looks.

"Oh? Kill me, can you give me a reason? ”

"There's no reason, you talk so much nonsense!" As he spoke, he raised his axe and cut it down in a row.

Chang Mingkong's strength can be regarded as the best in the Demon Sect, how could he put this rough and silly man in his eyes.

Raised the double willow scimitar and prepared to catch the big man's board axe, but the weapons of the two sides collided, and with a click, the double willow scimitar was broken into two sections in response, and the scimitar fell to the ground, and Chang Mingkong shook his arms so numb that he couldn't lift it.

The big man didn't care about this at all, and picked up the board axe and cut his head. Chang Mingkong had no weapons and had to dodge left and right, so he was not embarrassed.

Chang Shoukong thought that the big man was slow to move, but he was wrong, the big man was amazingly flexible, chasing Chang Mingkong and slashing, and the others didn't dare to step forward at all.

At this time, the roof was full of gloomy people, all expressionless, holding sharp weapons in their hands, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Changming's hollow heart sank, the secret path was not good, he turned around and ran, but he forgot that there was also a big man with an axe.

The moment he turned around, he suddenly felt a wind in the back of his head, followed by a sharp pain, and then he was unconscious at all.

It turned out that the big man took advantage of Chang Mingkong's turn, and took a big step to the front, and directly split Chang Mingkong in half with an axe, and blood spurted out like an explosion.

At the moment when Changming died, the people on the roof jumped down one after another and unilaterally slaughtered these disciples.

Overnight, the sects of the two major forces of the Demon Sect and the Sword Sect were eradicated in an instant, silently, without any traces, not even a single living mouth, such a cruel method of action has almost never been seen in the rivers and lakes, and all the sects were panicked for a while. Everyone was worried, not knowing if they would become the next ones to be destroyed, they had been comfortable for too long, and their courage was gone, and they had to be slaughtered.

The people of the Demon Sect and the Sword Sect also realized that it was not good, the sect they belonged to was uprooted overnight without warning, and they all thought that the other party had done it, but they did not give each other the order to start a war, and what was even more strange was that the two sects were destroyed almost at the same time, which was really strange, even so, the two sects had a faint feeling that a stronger force seemed to be dominating all this, and a bloody storm was inevitable.