It was late at night, nearly two o'clock in the morning.

A drizzle of rain began to fall in the night sky, and a layer of mist rose over the whole of Tokyo.

Twenty-three estates, located in the capital of Japan, cover a very large area, and it is conceivable how much background and strength it has to be able to afford to build such a luxurious estate in Tokyo, where every inch of land is at a premium.

These are twenty-three families of troubled people, and their origins are mysterious.

It is very intriguing to trace the history of almost a thousand years from its appearance to the present, which has been hidden in the shadows and has never turned into the front.

Just spend the night and all this will be a thing of the past.

Standing high in the sky, Fu Yang looked down at a manor built in a scenic area.

This is the manor of the Dekang family, and the well-known Dekang Group is the property under its command.

"It's time to get moving." Fu Yang said.

Under the call of the military miniature walkie-talkie, Fu Yang gave the order, and hundreds of black shadows quietly sneaked in with the cover of night.

At the same time, a large number of monks lurked in the woods around the manor, waiting for the signal to besiege them in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, a terrible scream rang out.

The sound of fierce fighting reverberated in all corners of the manor, and it seemed that the Bloodslaughter Legion had begun to fight head-on.

Shout...

Boom!

A brilliant firework exploded in the air.

This is the signal of the attack, which has been agreed upon by the two sides in advance.

"Kill! Merit is at hand. A monk shouted.

For a while, a large number of figures poured out of the woods, and the magic weapon in their hands shone with brilliant light.

"He Fangxiao, who dares to provoke my Dekang family."

There was a roar, followed by a volley of figures, dressed in a hideous samurai armor. In his hand, he held a katana that glowed with cold light.

His face is very old, and he has entered the stage of old age, but the momentum on his body is very unusual, like a crazy wolf.

He is the patriarch of the contemporary Dekang family, Dekang Zhichuan.

It can be clearly distinguished that Dekang Zhichuan's strength is actually at the Jindan stage. I think it's a fierce rival.

"The people in troubled times are punished by the whole world."

At the same time, a blue light rose from not far away, and in an instant, the blue light approached, and an old man in a green robe was standing on top of the blue light.

A foot of Qingmang was accompanied by him, it was Qingxuan Sword Cultivator, who was ordered to go here to clean up the troubled world.

If there was no Jindan first-level cultivator, the Qingxuan Sword Cultivator would not come forward. The Jindan monks were just here to stabilize the situation.

"Huaguo monk, my Dekang clan has no grievances with you, why did you declare war?" Dekang Shichuan said angrily.

His consciousness swept away, and he was shocked in his heart, already knowing that the Dekang clan might perish tonight.

"Where is the nonsense, the troubled people must know." Qingxuan Sword Xiu said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, a green mang shot out, turning into an extremely powerful sword qi.

"Damn. Even if I die, I won't let you have a good time. Dekang Shichuan glared angrily.

A sword shadow was slashed out, forcing Qingmang back. Immediately, he shouted: "Forbidden art, blood incineration." ”

Wisps of blood light drilled out from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and all of them landed on the samurai's armor, causing bursts of strange blood light.

"What an evil spell!" Qingxuan Sword Cultivator frowned.

Dekang Shikawa's momentum kept skyrocketing, and the next moment. It has stepped into the level of the infant.

The Blood Incineration Spell is a vicious forbidden art that needs to refine the blood and resentment of the living, which is hidden in one's own body, waiting to be activated. Blessing on the body, forcibly improve the strength.

But there are very serious side effects, once the blood burning spell lasts for a long time, it will enter a weak state, if its own state is not good, it is possible to fall directly, this is a forbidden technique of jade burning, unless it is absolutely necessary, the Dekang clan will never use it.

After the blessing of the forbidden technique was completed, Dekang Zhichuan slashed at him, and when the whole person moved, a bloody shadow appeared.

Bite!

The two clashed, and the katana slashed at the green mang, splashing a large number of sparks.

couldn't help but make Qing Xuan Sword Cultivator take a few steps back, with a heavy expression on his face.

"Fellow Daoists, come to help." Qingxuan Sword Cultivator shouted.

He knew very well in his heart that a person with the strength of Yuan Ying had no chance of winning on his own, and even had a great possibility of falling.

Now that he has access to cultivation resources, he doesn't want to die so early, and he still wants to climb to a higher realm and look down on the world.

More than a dozen bright rays of light came from afar.

Ten Jindan monks from the Daomen forbidden area, and Jindan monks from the three major sects also came.

They held their own magic weapons, and the brilliant brilliance was reflected in the ups and downs, and they shot together to contain Dekang Zhichuan.

There was a clash of lightning and thunder in the sky, and the purpose of the Jindan monks was very simple, to contain Dekang Zhichuan and wait for the forbidden technique to last, which was the time of victory.

If it was a head-to-head confrontation, there was no possibility for Brother Jindan to defeat Brother Yuanying at all.

The battle on the ground was also in full swing, and the Blood Slaughter Legion and the monks slaughtered into the manor in one fell swoop, and the entire gorgeous manor turned into a battlefield in an instant.

With the blessing of the Blood Burning Curse, the two sides are deadlocked, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner in a short period of time.

"Hurry up and call and ask the people from the military department to mobilize the army over, as well as the police department, and let those mortals come as artillery fire." A member of the Dekang clan said.

"I'm fighting, but I can't get through." Someone said in frustration.

"Damn things, when life and death are at stake, they can't be used, it's really waste." The man shouted angrily.

However, in the next second, a bloody shadow crossed his neck, his body froze in place, a blood mist sprayed out, and the human head rolled to the ground.

Fu Yang, who was high in the sky, saw a group of figures fall into his eyes.

It was a group of young people, guarding a group of old and weak women and children rushing out.

There was also a question in my ear: "My lord, do you want to kill this group?" ”

After being silent for a long time, Fu Yang did not respond immediately, and he struggled in his heart, all because there were children, old people and women there.

If he ruthlessly issues an order to exterminate, the conscience in his heart will question his heart, and he will start an ideological struggle for a while.

Without receiving exact orders, the Bloodslaughter and the Monks beheaded the prime to prevent them from escaping.

But at this moment, the old and weak women and children actually hung a cruel smile.

Roars roared out of their mouths, followed by bursts of blood splattered out, and no one expected that a group of powerless people would make crazy moves such as self-detonation.

The members of the siege were all wiped out, and there was no time to dodge.

Fu Yang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was really shocked in his heart.

Sure enough, the kindness of a woman will cause a great disaster, and the hearts of those who are not of my race will be different.

"Kill! Not a single one is left. Fu Yang said gloomily.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

If you let go of a group of weak people, there is no guarantee that they will not resurrect from the ashes in the future, since you must have a cold heart to eliminate the Advent. (To be continued......)