More than 200 people poured into Shuiyun Villa silently like an undercurrent, without a little wave, if you look at it from a distance, it seems like a large group of people stepping into a big mouth, which is terrifying!

"Silver Gun" Song Kai came to explore the road after all, and as soon as he came in, he shouted softly: "Heroes come with me!" ”

The backyard is very large, and the backyard of more than 200 people does not seem crowded at all, and there are still bursts of even breathing sound coming from the room, which sounds as if the people inside are sleeping very dead, and of course they are sleeping very comfortably!

Daoist Qingsong stood in the middle of the backyard, watching quietly, without saying a word, Ziwei Zhenren and Zichen Zhenren stood left and right, and none of the high-rollers present made a sound.

However, everyone seemed to have rehearsed dozens or hundreds of times, and although no one gave orders, the people present were divided into groups of four or five to guard the door of each room. I can't see my fingers, there is no light irradiation, the sword that used to shine in the past is now pitch black in my hand, although I can't see it, but the breathtaking chill is even more terrifying, this invisible sword is even more terrifying than what I can see, because you don't know where it will appear in the next moment, and there is an atmosphere of solemnity in the air, which is mixed with a little excitement!

"Kill!"

Qingsong Daoist finally spoke, and the word "kill" has become a life-urging talisman for many people at this moment, but I don't know if it is the life of the disciple of the Blood Clothes Sect or the life of the people of the Demon Alliance?

As the words of the Daoist Qingsong came out, the people of the Demon Punishment Alliance were doing the same thing almost at the same time, that is, banging on the door, rushing in to kill, everyone's faces were full of bloodthirsty excitement, they seemed to see their opponents die under their own swords or swords!

"Bang ......"

The door opened, but it was not slammed open by brute force, because the door was not locked, and it only needed to be opened with a light touch, so the person who hit the door was miserable.

At the moment when the door opened, there was a dense sound of breaking the air, which made people's scalps tingle when they heard it, followed by a burst of screams, very miserable screams, a person was almost full of hidden weapons, you said how painful it was, especially if it would not be out of breath all of a sudden.

The excitement on the faces of the people of the Demon League was replaced by the horror on their faces now, and the horror became the only expression on their faces, and it didn't take long for the panic to become the permanent expression of many people in the Demon Alliance, and when people died, their expressions naturally could not change, and that moment became eternal, and more than half of the two hundred people died in the blink of an eye.

"Oh no, we're in an ambush!"

Someone shouted in panic, and retreated outside, and suddenly there was a change, Qingsong Daochang's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Don't panic, hold it first!" The voice has not yet fallen.

"Jie Ji ......"

Suddenly, there was a strange laughter in the backyard, and with the strange laughter, more than fifty blood-clothed disciples holding torches appeared on the roofs around them, as if they were conjured up by magic, and without a single sign, the pine oil torches in their hands squeaked, illuminating the backyard as if it were daylight, and at the same time, the hearts of the people of the Demon Sect who were present were squeaking!

Immediately after that, many disciples of the Blood Cloth Sect poured out of the room, and the remaining people of the Demon Punishment Alliance were flooded inside and out. The Blood-clothed Sect Master slowly walked out of the corner and mocked: "Haha, I didn't go to sleep at night, but I came to die, I really responded to that sentence, if I don't die, I won't die." ”

Seeing that the person was wearing a golden grimace mask, Qingsong Dao Chang said in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

The Blood-Clad Sect Master smiled, "It's the Blood-Cloaked Sect Master you're looking for!" ”

"Haha......" Daoist Qingsong laughed wildly: "I originally thought that the Blood-clothed Sect Master was a heroic man who stood up to the sky, but I didn't expect it to be a courageless person who hid his head and showed his face, haha, it's really ridiculous!" ”

The Bloody Cloth Sect Master said disapprerovingly: "Laugh, while you can still laugh, laugh more, you won't be able to laugh even if you want to laugh later, isn't it pitiful and pathetic!" ”

Before the words fell, Qingsong Dao Chang swept over, and the long sword went straight to the chest of the blood-clothed sect master, and the thief captured the king first, this truth is understood, not to mention an old Jianghu! The Blood-Clad Sect Master didn't dodge, he stood motionless, looking coldly at the long sword stabbed at him.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the long sword was about to fall, a cold snort sounded, and then a silver figure flew from nowhere, and it actually came first, coming to the side of the Bloody Cloth Sect Master, and slapped a palm at the Qingsong Dao Chang with his right hand, which immediately defused the attack of the long sword, and the strong palm force forced the Qingsong Dao Chang to fly backwards.

Ziwei Zhenren stared at the silver figure and said word by word: "Xiao-eight-day!" ”

Xiao Batian saw that someone called him, he was very angry in his heart, turned his head to look at the voice, and sneered: "Who should I be so bold, it turns out that you are an old man, I can't imagine that you are not dead!" ”

Ziwei Zhenren let out a long laugh, finished laughing, and said: "You are not dead, as an old friend, how can the old Taoist be willing to serve the Taoist master alone!" ”

Xiao Batian snorted coldly and said with a strange smile: "Don't worry, I'll let you go to see Hades today!" As he spoke, his figure flickered, and a pair of hands clawed over like iron claws.

Ziwei Zhenren shouted: "It's good to come!" He pulled out his sword and stabbed Xiao Batian's wrist, and the two fought together.

The Blood-Clad Sect Master smiled and said, "Now this seat gives you a chance, surrender if you don't want to die!" After a pause, he continued: "Of course, you have to surrender and surrender, kill a person from the Demon Punishment Alliance, and wherever you go in the future, the Blood Clothes Sect will protect you!" ”

Qingsong Dao Chang said angrily: "Heroes, don't listen to him, fight with them!" With that, he rushed directly into the crowd of the Bloody Clothes Sect.

Zichen Zhenren hurriedly dodged to the side of Daoist Qingsong, and while dealing with the enemy, he persuaded: "Master, the gap between the enemy and me is too big, we can't fight, we must break out!" ”

Daoist Qingshi answered: "Senior brother in charge, what Uncle Senior said is right, let's break through first!" ”

"If you want to break through, are we all set up? Giggle...... "Cheng Qingqing laughed!"

Qi Wen joked: "Others don't take us seriously at all!" As he spoke, he showed his chain gun and used a move "Spirit Snake Spit Letter" to attack the waist of Qingsong Dao Chief.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Seeing this, the Qingshi Dao Master hurriedly screamed and reminded, and with a sword he picked up a blood-clothed sect disciple in front of him, and then pounced on Qi Wen, shouting and scolding in his mouth: "Despicable villain, he actually secretly attacked!" ”

(End of chapter)