I don't know when the drizzle fell in the sky, it seemed that the sky was crying for the tragedy of the Changshan Sword Sect, but it was more like God was washing away the filth of the world.

The Tianfeng Daoist who was in the drizzle was dressed in white, standing tall and old, and his crane hair was swaying in the wind, as if he was a fairy among the people. The green sword in his right hand pointed diagonally at the ground, his left hand clenched into a fist behind him, and he looked up sadly at the drizzle in the air.

A few drops of sparkle ran across his cheeks, whether it was the rain on his face, or the sad tears he wanted to mingle in the rain.

From beginning to end, he never thought of leaving the sect in order to save his life, the sect was the century-old foundation of their Changshan Sword Sect. As the head of the sect, he wants to live and die with the sect.

The sect is here, he is here.

The sect is not there, he didn't think about it. He knew that he would die, and he was ready to face it, but he believed that the sect would not perish. As long as there is one person left alive in the Changshan Sword Sect, that is their hope for rebuilding the sect.

Pei Yuanshao lost his spear, and he was very anxious when he saw the backs of Lan Shu and the others behind Tianfeng Daoist disappearing into the drizzle. He swore that he would never let anyone go.

"This old ghost forcibly used a secret method to improve his strength, but it is the end of a strong crossbow, it won't last long, brothers give it to me!"

Pei Yuanshao didn't want to wait, and when he gave an order, he wanted to use attrition tactics.

Kill!!

Under the orders of the Yellow Turban bandits, they didn't care about life and death, and ran towards the Tianfeng Dao people in the shouts of killing.

A blue light flashed between the wave of the right hand of the Tianfeng Daoist who stood still, and the blue light turned into a green mang from the sword, and the green light turned into a green bull phantom and collided head-on with the killing crowd.

Rumble!

There was an explosion, and I saw that twenty zhang away, a group of humanoid objects flew out in the air, and an open space appeared in the place where the green ox hit, which was very abrupt.

Suddenly, the shouting of killing was extinguished, and the Yellow Turban bandit stopped his rushing figure and looked back in the direction of Pei Yuanshao. With orders on one side and death on the other, they looked back and forth between Pei Yuanshao and Tianfeng Dao people in fear, and fell into a dilemma.

At this time, the Tianfeng Daoist set his eyes on Pei Yuanshao, who was giving orders, and his expression gradually turned from the first doubt to abruptness and sadness.

He smiled miserably and said, "I can't imagine it's you, no wonder, no wonder." After a pause, Tianfeng Daoist seemed to fall into a memorial and said, "The old man and your master belong to the same family, but they have become enemies because of a practice. The rights and wrongs of the past have passed, and when is the time for retribution. ”

"Fart!" Pei Yuanshao said with a hideous face, "Dead old ghost! You have passed, Lao Tzu has not passed, I came back today to ask you for what I owed to our master and apprentice! ”

Tianfeng Daoist looked at Pei Yuanshao and said, "Seeing that you are so sure, you must have already understood the "Thick Land Mother Xuanhuang Sutra". But even if I can't kill you, you can't help the old man easily. ”

"There are already too many people dying tonight, you should guess that the old man has used the secret method, and now he is dying. The old man doesn't want to kill too much before he dies, you just need to stay here with the old man and quietly give the old man a ride. ”

"Amitabha!" Lei Gongtou Tuo hit the Buddha with a bright silver spear, and came to Pei Yuanshao's approach, "Second leader, this old ghost is delaying time." ”

Lei Gongtoutuo's words suddenly made Pei Yuanshao come over, yes! There are many people under him, even if he can't help this old ghost, but there is only one old ghost. The master on his side only needs to drag this old ghost and let the other brothers chase and kill the escaped Lan Shu and the others.

Pei Yuanshao thought about it and shouted loudly: "Huang Long, Qing Niujiao, Lei Gong, the three of you drag this old ghost with me!" Yang Daji, Zheng Gu, Yu Poison, and Bai Que led all the other brothers to hunt down and kill the remnants of the Changshan Sword Sect! ”

"Yes!"

"Command!"

After the masters received the order, they all moved. Huang Long and Qing Niujiao, who had never made a move, also came to Pei Yuanshao's approach, plus Lei Gongtoutuo, a total of four masters dodged and surrounded the Tianfeng Dao people.

Yang Daji waved his halberd and shouted: "Brothers, come with me!" Kill! After speaking, he rushed to the cliff behind the mountain.

Kill!!

Someone took the lead, and countless Yellow Turban bandits who had regained their murderous intentions swarmed up, following behind several masters.

"Don't think!" Tianfeng Dao people were calculated by Dao Po in his heart, and in a hurry, he shot out angrily, and a green mangjian Qi slashed through the air with endless killing intent, and shot straight towards Yang Daji.

Under the induction of the qi machine, Yang Daji sensed the attacking sword qi. I saw him wielding the halberd in his hand and wanted to take this green mang, he didn't believe that he was so far away, and he couldn't take this sword with his own strength.

But soon, Yang Daji knew that he had made a big deal and that the lesson he had learned was painful.

While!

Poof! The sound of flesh breaking apart was accompanied by a bright red blood mist.

When the green mang flashed, the long halberd that had already been split by the fire robbery sword in the hands of the Agni Fire Dao people could not bear the power of this green mang, and broke off in response. Qingmang's speed did not decrease, and from Yang Daji's chest, Yang Daji paid the price of death in horror.

Yang Daji died, and Zheng Gu, Yu Poison and others were all people in the green forest who licked blood with knives, and they were used to seeing life and death. just glanced at Yang Daji's slowly falling corpse, and chased it towards the cliff behind him without slowing down.

Tianfeng Dao was in a hurry, and was about to fly over to stop it. But at this time, the encirclement of Pei Yuanshao's four people had already been attacked, and the Tianfeng Dao people were helplessly intercepted under the attack of the four strong qi.

The two-armed dancer with big horns and round waist and knotted muscles attacked the chest of the Tianfeng Daoist with a three-pointed knife. The lightning flashed, and the bright silver spear in Lei Gongtoutuo's hand turned into several silver rays and pointed towards the waist of the Tianfeng Daoist.

The Tianfeng Daoist forcibly stopped his body, and the blue light of the green sword in his right hand crossed a beautiful arc, and the latter came first, slashing heavily at the fork of the three-pointed knife. In the sound of gold and iron, I saw the huge green horns of the bull flying out upside down.

The Tianfeng Dao people didn't pay too much attention to the green bull horns that flew upside down, but instead focused on the bright silver spear that emitted electricity from Lei Gongtoutuo.

I saw him dodge a few silver rays that hit his waist, and the fingers of his left hand buckled towards the hilt of the bright silver spear. There was a tingling sensation in his left hand in an instant, which made the figure of Tianfeng Daoist stagnate for a moment, but this allowed Lei Gongtoutuo to pick up a life.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lei Gongtoutuo wanted to withdraw the bright silver spear when the Tianfeng Daoist was sluggish, but when Yun Qi pulled it out to no avail, he hurriedly let go of the hands holding the handle of the gun, jumped back, and retreated.

The bright silver spear of Lei Gongtou Tuo is not an ordinary weapon, but a divine weapon made of meteorite iron from outside the sky and other metals, called 'Thunder', which itself has the effect of emitting thunder and lightning.

But how could this slight power of thunder and lightning help the Tianfeng Dao people, just after a while, he had already adapted to it. However, he had just sent two long soldiers, and two more short soldiers came at him.

Huang Long held a ring-headed big knife in his hand, and the ring clammed into a clang, and slashed straight towards the top of the head of the Tianfeng Dao man. But what made him change color was Pei Yuanshao, who was holding a long sword with a faintly red red mang.

I don't know when, Pei Yuanshao, who lost the spear in his hand, had an extra sword in his hand, which was the fire robbery sword of the Agni Fire Dao people.

Seeing things and thinking about things, Tianfeng Dao people are just mortals after all, and they can't suppress their seven emotions and six desires, and their eyes gradually glow red.

But this only happened between the lightning and the stone fire, and now when he was still not allowed to be sad, he saw that he turned the direction of the 'Thunder' buckled in his left hand, and with a stroke of luck, the 'Thunder' shot out, turning into a silver ray, and shooting towards him at a faster speed than the Yellow Dragon's falling knife.

At the same time, Tianfeng Daoren's footsteps were shaking, and in an instant, he had already swayed to Pei Yuanshao's approach. At this time, the sound of the collision of the Yellow Dragon's ring-headed broadsword and the thunder spear was heard in the air.

The momentum of the encirclement was broken, and he turned into a man who faced Tianfeng Dao alone, Pei Yuanshao was shocked and anxious, withdrew the fire robbery sword that was stabbed out, and turned the offensive into a gesture.

Qingmang flashed, avoiding the blade of the Fire Robbery Sword, and slashed heavily on Pei Yuanshao's chest, and in the flying crumbs of his clothes, the color of Xuanhuang appeared, forming a tortoiseshell phantom covering Pei Yuanshao's skin, Qingmang just left a long white mark on his chest.

Burst!

Pei Yuanshao's breath was unstable, and a mouthful of thick blood couldn't help but spurt out, staining the white clothes of the Tianfeng Daoist. Although he did not die, he had already suffered internal injuries.

"Death!"

Tianfeng Daoist didn't intend to let go of Pei Yuanshao, lifted the Qing Sword, and dodged to pursue Pei Yuanshao who was retreating.

Pei Yuanshao was horrified in his heart, although the weapon could not break his body protection technique, but the gap between the skills of the two was too large, and an attack like Fang Cai would come to him a few more times, and the shock could also shock him to death.

Seeing that the Qingmu Sword in the hands of the Tianfeng Daoist was about to reach him again, Pei Yuanshao's soul was all gone, and he shouted to the sky: "Big brother! Save me! ”

At the same time as Pei Yuanshao's cry for help sounded, the sound of an object breaking through the sky also sounded, and it was approaching instantly.

Tianfeng Dao people's hearts were alarmed, and they retracted the green mang that was slashed towards Pei Yuanshao. Raising his eyes, he saw a huge sword light phantom rolling up like Mount Tai pressing the top of the momentum to slash down towards himself, and it was too late to avoid the incoming momentum, so he could only raise his sword to meet him.

Sonorous!

With a loud sound, the huge waves generated by the impact of the sword burst open, and the sand and dust shot out in all directions, and the power was visible.

Pedal Pedal Ped

The owner of the big sword phantom retreated more than ten steps in a row before he stopped the retreat.

Zhou Cang's right hand trembled and lifted a long-handled big knife, and he looked up in horror in the direction where the Tianfeng Daoist was, but he was stunned. At this time, where is there still the figure of Tianfeng Dao people.

But he soon figured out the probability, it should be that the Tianfeng Daoist used the power of the counterattack of the sword impact to rush to the direction of the back mountain.

Zhou Cang didn't pursue, knowing that he couldn't beat this on the one hand, but more importantly, he had no intention of making a move.

From the conversation between Pei Yuanshao and the people of the Changshan Sword Sect, he understood that this should be their family matter, and he was not Pei Yuanshao's thug and should not interfere in it.

But what Zhou Cang attaches most importance to is affection, and the big brother that Pei Yuanshao shouted made him unable not to make a move, and he could not help but protect his shortcomings.

From the battle just now, Zhou Cang found some clues, although the Tianfeng Daoist is indeed very strong, he should not have reached the sub-holy realm yet, or his secret method time is approaching, and it is beginning to gradually weaken.

Pei Yuanshao didn't care to ask Zhou Cang if he was injured, and spit out a sound in his mouth: "Chase!" So he took the lead in chasing after him.

But by the time they reached the cliff back, it was already a step too late, and the battle here had already come to an end.

An old figure stood in the rain with his back to the cliff, and the green sword was on the ground, supporting the Tianfeng Daoist who had no signs of life. The yellow turban bandits surrounded him at a distance of twenty zhang away, and no one dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool, and there was no one alive within twenty zhang.

Among the piles of corpses, there were people on both sides, but Pei Yuanshao did not see the corpses of Lan Shu, Wang Kun and others, presumably they had fled.

It was destined to be a sleepless night, but also a tragic night, when the curtain came down. There were only the victors who were not considered victors, and the piles of corpses, stumps and broken arms, white bones and flesh, and the red and blackened blood that stained the entire Changshan Sword Sect.

Except for the parties involved, no one knew that in this night, a sect that had lasted for a hundred years was almost wiped out.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground over and over again. The blood was not diluted by this, but flowed everywhere with the rain, making it more like a purgatory on earth, a complaint from the dead to the heavens.