The distance between Zhou Moyang and Naro is slowly narrowing. The other party is running wildly, every step is five or six feet away, his feet do not touch the ground, and his light skills are very clever, no wonder he let himself chase all the way, and he ran twenty or thirty miles to catch up.

At this time, a small village appeared in front of it, and there was a large village in the village. Naro didn't dare to slack off, and a long whistle burst through the silent night sky. The whistling sound alarmed the village courtyard in the night, and suddenly the lights flickered and the figures swayed. Looking back, Naro saw that not far behind him, and the vague figure he saw was like a ghost, following closely. He knew he couldn't run away, but fortunately he ran all the way to the place in front of him.

He came to the high wall of the village, and his body was vertical and passed over the wall. Zhou Moyang, who chased to the front, saw this with a flash of light, his arm was lightly raised, the Qingfeng sword was in his hand, and his figure floated, followed closely behind, and gently landed on the courtyard wall.

Within the courtyard walls, several lanterns illuminate the courtyard. More than 30 people armed with various weapons protected Naro in the middle. Letting go of his breath, Naro couldn't hold back any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Breaking free of the support left and right, Naro took a deep breath, slowly stood firm, raised his knife-like cheeks, his tone was full of vicissitudes, and said in a deep voice: "I think the old man has lived in vain for decades, but I don't know that there are such peerless masters in the rivers and lakes, I can only blame me for Naluo's lack of eyes." The enemy is easy to solve and not easy to knot, this little brother is chasing after him all the way, does he really want to get rid of the old man as soon as possible? The old man swears to the sky, he has not sent anyone to harm your master, there must be a misunderstanding in it, why should the little brother be so aggressive? ”

When the sect leaders around the Five Poisons Sect Master heard this, they looked up at the people on the wall together. In the moonlight, this person was clearly recognizable, with a tall figure, but he was in his early twenties. Is this person who injured the sect leader and chased him all the way here? Everyone was puzzled in their hearts, and they looked at each other.

Standing on the high wall, Zhou Moyang held one hand behind his back, and the other hand held the sword, and the Qingfeng sword flashed with a dazzling cold light. He lowered his head and squinted, then raised his head and sneered, and said: "It is you who are aggressive, not me, and you know better than me the truth of eliminating evil." Hum! Saying that, he couldn't help the anger in his heart, Zhou Moyang snorted coldly: "What a misunderstanding, your Five Poisons Sect has to pay the price for the murder of my master!" Thinking of Qingyuan's kind voice like a grandfather, Zhou Moyang suddenly became murderous!

"That being the case! Don't blame me for having more people bullying you and fewer people! "Naro doesn't care what his subordinates think of him at this time, and his life is at stake. With a wave of his hand, more than thirty men formed a circle inside and out. All of a sudden, the swords in the courtyard were full of murderous spirit.

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Hehe! I'm going to see how to bully! The Qingfeng sword flipped with the palm of his hand, and pointed diagonally at the people below. I saw that his arm shook, and the sword body made a "buzzing" explosion, bursting out with dazzling light, and he couldn't breathe. Carrying the Wind Resisting Technique, he lifted his feet lightly and rose out of thin air. One step, two steps,...... In a moment, it was above everyone's heads, stuck in the air.

Ignoring the horror of the people below, Zhou Moyang's voice was clear, and he slowly said to himself: "How high this day is, I don't know; I don't know how thick the ground is. But in this place, more people don't necessarily mean less than others! Looking at Zhou Moyang standing in the air in disbelief, staring at the sword that swallowed the silver moonlight, the shocked Naluo was already bloodless, and swallowed hard. He took two steps back, stammered and pointed at the other party, and blurted out: "You, you are not cultivating martial arts!" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Moyang's surrounding momentum instantly exploded, and the fierce killing machine forced everyone present. Everyone in the audience only felt that their hearts were sinking, and the burden of Wanjun was pressed down in an instant, their legs and feet couldn't stop trembling, and they each tried their best to support it. "Oh! You say, "What kind of Tao am I cultivating?" Zhou Moyang asked expressionlessly, he took a light step down and stepped towards Naro.

A supreme pressure came over him, and Naro felt bitter in his heart. He could still hold on, but the people around him couldn't support it anymore, and "poof, poof" fell to the ground one after another. Zhou Moyang's spiritual power operated, his divine sense locked on everyone, and all around him were controlled by him. Everyone is like falling into the mire, and the master of this quagmire is him Zhou Moyang. In the cultivation realm, this kind of power is called spiritual pressure, and it is also a kind of power embodied by the monk's cultivation.

Naro's eyes closed and he let out a long breath. After half a ring, he slowly opened his eyes, his fighting spirit was completely lost, his tone was full of panic, and he said: "You are cultivating the Immortal Dao, it seems that the journey of the Ethereal Sect to find immortals is not groundless!" ”

Before the other party finished speaking, the Qingfeng Sword had already pressed against his throat, Zhou Moyang stared at Naro and asked coldly, "What else do you have to confess?" Looking around, more than 30 of his subordinates had collapsed to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Naro's expression was shrive, he let out a long sigh and said, "Since I am subject to you, what else is there to say. The Ethereal Sect is never tired of this, and once every twelve years it sends its disciples to travel to the sea, and I suspect that the longevity of the Ethereal Sect is related to these outings. ”

Naro said so much in one breath, because his internal injuries had not healed, his breath was out of tune, and he gasped slightly. Then he looked at Zhou Moyang squarely and sighed: "I said so much in front of my disciples, but I didn't want to die. Pity! Alas! That's the way of the world! Win the king and defeat the robber, the weak eat the strong! Now, we are all fish and meat, just waiting for you to add a sword! ”

Naro's expression was gloomy, and he stood gloomily, no longer speaking. Zhou Moyang looked at Naluo quietly, the sword light flashed, a red line appeared on Naluo's neck, and blood gushed out in an instant, and his body slowly fell.

"I don't want to get involved in the world, remember! Go back and tell your hall master and the three messengers that this is the end of the matter, and don't provoke me again!" If he lets me know that you continue to be evil, you will know the consequences. ”

A breeze blew, and the yard was still brightly lit! The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect stood up one after another and looked around blankly. Zhou Moyang didn't kill anyone again, left a few words, and left! The disciples were relieved as if they were burdened.

Zhou Moyang has already killed many people. Originally, he didn't necessarily want to let go of those disciples of the Five Poisons Sect, but looking at those disciples like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, Zhou Moyang was not sure if the beastly killing method would affect the Dao Heart in the future. The avenue of heaven and earth, the origin of all laws, and the cultivation of the Tao is the cultivation of the mind. Since there is no chance to kill Naro after killing him, the killing intent has been collected, so don't kill it!

Zhou Moyang galloped in the wind, and the faint figure, rising like smoke, gradually turned into an invisible wind, crossed the village, passed through the mountains and forests, and gradually disappeared between heaven and earth......

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