It was a matter of his own life, Long Yun had to be cautious, taking advantage of the fact that the sky had not fallen, he hurriedly retreated, stood with his own soldiers, and saw that he was about to order the city gate to be temporarily closed, ready to fight, Long Yun, who had gone up and down dozens of times on the road of "guarding the city gate", naturally knew that if he fought against the bandits, even if he died and was defeated, he would have the praise of the imperial court to take.

Ghost Li Ming heard the voice coming, and immediately let out an evil laugh, Zhang was about to turn around, and saw his proud disciple Feng Xuan turn over and dismount, the scholar Sakura Shixuan looked drooping and swaying towards the team with slippers, he was Sakura Shixuan's best junior brother, and at this time he was simply dressed as Sakura Shixuan, all the buttons of the windbreaker were unbuttoned, and hung on his body at will, his chest was exposed, and there was no crown belt on his head, his long hair was casually draped, fluttering recklessly in the breeze that suddenly blew up for some reason, he was in such a bohemian posture, barefoot on slippers, kicking and swaying over, and the twenty-person Demon Wing Pavilion team was collectively angry when they saw his face.

"Feng Xuan?!, you traitor!" The yin and yang strange voice instantly became much more normal, and the 12 people in the column suddenly changed their formation and became a horizontal row to block the road, and at the same time, a more arrogant and domineering voice sounded behind the small Demon Wei Pavilion team: "The front is still not leaving, don't you leave to make way for the marquis of my family!"

"Master Jun! these people are the rebellious ministers and thieves of the Black Mountain Villa-" Behind the twelve people of the Demon Wei Pavilion, there was a carriage that was also black, and the yin and yang strange and fierce voice came from the carriage that was always covered by a thick black cloth curtain, at this time, the owner of the voice saw that Feng Xuan had no intention of retreating at all, and saw the soul qi slowly rippling on his body, his heart became nervous, and he actually put down the majesty of the Demon Wei Pavilion and indirectly asked the soldiers at the city gate for help.

Long Yun looked at the huge convoy of dozens of people, looked at the terrifying old man and an equally terrifying young woman in the convoy who didn't know how high the realm was, hesitated, and never dared to give the order to charge out, so he could only bow his hand to the ghost name: "This old man, you are really not ...... Black Mountain Villa"

"The old man used to be from Black Mountain Villa. Ghost Liming showed a solemn smile: "But now temporarily worship under the true king's door, come out to fight the banner of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and do things for the true prince, if you have the courage, it is okay to go to Gusu to ask for an explanation, but it delays the prince's affairs...... Do you think the prince will suddenly remember to occupy Xiuhang?"

Long Yun shuddered when he heard this, and hurriedly ordered the people behind him to open the city gate, although the true king does not obey the order now, and supports the army with self-respect, but the strength of the people is only afraid that it is worth half of the southern country! Since Zhao Jiyue ascended the throne, he has not been less unlucky with this disobedient uncle, but as a result, the army sent to "inquire" does not even have the ability to withdraw!

Golden Dao Yang Invincible is known as the Southern Nie Remnant, and the garbage army can be commanded and trained into an iron army, not to mention that what he is commanding now is a quasi-modern army with machine guns and tanks.

Long Yun knew the trick, so he didn't dare to stop it anymore, he knew that now even the court of the southern kingdom did not dare to openly offend Zhao Guangyi, the true king who did not listen to the order was still the high true king, cutting the lord and the like, no one dared to do it - if he was really forced to rebel, I was afraid that all the young people in the south who had a little desire to serve the country would have to revolt and defect to him, and then the death of the country would be a matter of minutes!

Long Yun understood that even the Sixth Dynasty did not dare to anger this military god easily.

The city gate here was wide open, and the team could continue to move forward, and Feng Xuan finally stopped, stopping at a distance of 30 feet in front of a row of demonic pavilion giants, his wild and cold pale red gaze crossed the sparse human wall, and locked directly on the tightly covered carriage like a big girl's sedan chair, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an evil smile: "Feng Fan, we brothers haven't seen each other for several years, right? Why, haven't you come out to show your face when you see me, who is a senior brother?" You've been under that stupid guy Sang Tianliang for so long, are you getting less and less guts the more you stay?"

"You...... Distracted? How could it be!" The voice in the carriage finally revealed a trace of anger and fear that had been hidden, and after a second, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and out came a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, who looked several years younger than Feng Xuan.

"I'm just practicing a kind of magic skill of "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", and I don't want anything else in my heart, of course it's fast, unlike you, "Soul Killing", "Condensing Soul Rejuvenation", "Ghost Heavenly God Finger", "Seven Mangclaw" are a lot of mess, and each of them can only be practiced to the realm of entering the body threefold, right?

"I'm now his true disciple, one of the candidates for the head of the sect, what about you? are you just a little minion?" Feng Fanqiang pretended to have a sneering expression, and on his hand shrunk in his sleeve, three quenched divine needles had already appeared, which was a certain starting style in "Seven Mangclaws", using claws as a feint attack, and a hidden weapon to hurt people.

On his body, there was no soul qi, only the fluctuations of the battle qi that had been initially transformed from Gangfeng. The black-blooded battle aura turned into a filthy mist of blood that enveloped his body.

"That's right, I'm really a little minion now, after all, I've only been distracted by the triple, and I just obtained the battle soul beast, unlike you, but the guy who has comprehended the initial stage of battle qi in the triple body can have a chance to compete for the head by relying on the relationship...... Sure enough, it is rather a chicken head than a cow queen, and the Demon Wei Pavilion under Sang Tianliang is like this——"

Feng Xuanzheng said, the pitch-black and tall figure suddenly melted into a golden light, and the next time he appeared, he had already reached the dead end of Feng Fan's back door, and the defense line of the twelve big men was completely taken as air by him.

"I know you want to say that the Demon Dao is based on the relationship to get ahead, and only those above can get ahead, but it's a pity, in this world, no matter how big the relationship is, it can't be the hard kung fu of the Divine Skill Realm! I'm really curious, if you let you die here today, will your mourning master dare to stand up for you? He can't even fight Tian Wanzai of Black Mountain Villa, and he came to us for 'Xiao' trouble? Huh?"

Feng Xuan lowered his voice, approached Feng Fan's ear and said coldly, while his fist was firmly pressed against Feng Fan's life.

Feng Fan's face turned red, the three poisonous needles in his palm couldn't be punched out, they could only be soaked in sweat, his dark red eyes moved left and right, and suddenly his pupils shrank sharply, and he didn't see how he acted, so he let out a crisp ringing sound from his body.

Door Weapon: Awakening Bell.

The bell sounded quite pleasant, but it made the big men of the Demon Wei Pavilion around Feng Fan frown in pain, and his majestic body gradually trembled, Feng Xuan tilted his head, carefully listening to the ringtone that used to be like a life-threatening magic sound to him, and actually snorted very comfortably, he gently removed his fist, gently, very casually took a step back, hugged his arms and watched Feng Fan exude the bell vigorously, of course he knew that Feng Fan used some kind of secret weapon technique to shake the deadly bell.

"I'm sorry, Feng Fan, I'm willing to be a minion, and a small part of the reason is that the magic power of the Demon Power Pavilion that I have cultivated is completely out of the door......

His words pierced Feng Fan's heart like a steel knife, the bell stopped abruptly, Feng Fan turned around stiffly, a moment of envy flashed in his dark red eyes, a moment of jealousy, and finally an unbearable humiliation and hatred: "No cover door?!"

"yes, there's no door. The long wind gathered, blowing Feng Xuan's flowing long black hair and robe, his cuffs were wide open, and the inside was empty, and he didn't even have a hidden weapon, Feng Xuan shook his fist very proudly, the fist of flesh and blood was covered with steel, but it was as flexible as if he didn't wear anything, the Demon Wei Pavilion under the personal supervision of Ghost Li Ming had been completely reborn, and everyone was a master of the "Killing Dao" with the strength of faith and the most direct aesthetics of violence.

Killing Dao, Soul Beast, Soul Qi, Battle Gang, the new Demon Pavilion, which has completely broken away from the shackles of the divine soldiers, has become a real sect born for martial arts.

"I also know that a minion without a door is better than a big guy with a door......"

"If you don't have a cover door, it's not the magic of the Demon Pavilion!" Feng Fan's voice became high and sharp, as if a young woman was trying her best to maintain her chastity in front of a strong man. After his voice fell, Feng Xuan was silent for a second, and then burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh!" Feng Fan's face turned even redder than just now: "The magic skills of the Demon Wei Pavilion do not allow you crooked and evil guys to blaspheme!" Feng Xuan looked at his former junior brother, and a lot of pity slowly welled up in his bright red eyes.

It was a look of pity for the fool.

"Whether the magic skills of the Demon Pavilion are true or not, you have to use your hands to know that this is the rule of the rivers and lakes. Feng Fan gasped for a moment, and forcefully ordered his body, which had been soaked in fear for a few seconds, to boil with the maximum battle qi, and a layer of black oil-like mist emanated from his body, rolling and transforming into the shape of a black ghost. Feng Xuan looked at his hard work, and finally stopped smiling and shook his head pityingly, even pityingly.

"I know, if you want to use Wenbi to win me, you can prove that we are fake Mowei Pavilion, and you can be blocked from the gate of Xiuhang City in a grand manner, right?" Feng Xuan muttered in a low voice, sounding like half a rap.

Feng Fan nodded: "You also know that after the two heavenly changes, it is common to rely on crooked sects to quickly accumulate skills-"

"So you think I'm a gangfeng?"

"It's not like I've never seen a pseudo-soul beast. ”

"I see. Feng Xuan pulled away from the fight: "Okay then, just let the horse come-"

Before his words landed, Feng Fan's seven-pointed claws had already made a move, and the claw power turned into a snap of his fingers, and quickly and accurately popped out three flying needles, and the flying needles were connected to the steel silk threads, and the battle qi surged, and the flying needles and silk threads reflected the pitch-black light in the spring sun.

The black atomized battle qi was about to burn, and it seemed that it was about to condense into a real soul beast, Feng Xuan shook his head, he knew that Feng Fan's path had gone astray, and he rashly condensed the battle soul beast without cultivating the soul qi, so what he cultivated was just a stillborn mass, without a fixed shape of the shadow.

The blood-red pupils suddenly condensed, and the pitch-black figure was like a ghost in the dead night of the end, as if it did not belong to the material world at all, and with a slight flicker, it almost slowly "passed" the flying needles and silk threads, and just like that, it went up against Feng Fan's entry path, and appeared in front of him in a dignified manner. Feng Fan's face was as white as death all of a sudden, it was the first time in his life that he had seen the warriors of the Demon Pavilion, and he actually had such a dignified and upright combat technique.

The fist of flesh and blood wrapped in metal lit up the moment it was clenched, and the golden fist slowly rolled out with a terrifying momentum of the ancient wilderness.

That punch divides heaven and earth into two.

With that punch, the illusion of a boundless sea of blood devoured Feng Fan.

With that punch, the earth-shattering killing intent enveloped the entire Xiuhang North City Gate.

That punch will eventually correct the name of the real Demon Pavilion.

The sound of an iron fist crushing ribs was not loud, but it fell on the hearts of everyone who saw it like a hammer of judgment. The arrogant and domineering rich man in the north who came from behind could only remain completely silent at this time, and the astonishing killing path mixed with the golden soul aura light had completely made all the surrounding spectators speechless, and completely made them worship.

The so-called rivers and lakes, after all, is the supremacy of strength, Feng Xuan's strength is strong enough, then he can call himself the orthodox Demon Pavilion, not to mention in front of the gate of Xiuhang City, even in Sang Tianliang's base camp, or Tian Wanzai's Demon Heart Villa, he can be so capricious.

Yinchen's convoy waited for Feng Xuan for less than a minute, and then set off again, entering the city in a low-key and solemn manner, and Feng Fan, as a loser, could not do more at this time except for falling to the ground and moaning.

Blood clouds enter the city, storms gather, and the poor man Long Yun, who guards the gate, will not know that he has put a disaster into the city.

【On the night of the fifth day of the third month of the first year of Heisei】

Miao Yin has been here for five days, and tomorrow is the day the sixth box is opened, and it is also the time when her last hole card is played.

She brought a total of ten boxes, the first box was used as a meeting gift, the second box was used for spoiling, the third box was used to exchange for a person, and among the remaining seven boxes, the last box contained explosives, which was the "glory" she left to herself and this bald snake-faced old ghost animal.

"I originally thought that tomorrow night would be the time to sacrifice myself to feed the tiger, but I didn't expect that this old ghost would put my sister-in-law and me together, and I would ...... tonight That's it, at most, let him succeed once. Miao Yin changed into a bright red dress, and dissolved the hair that had been on her face during the practice, and draped it down like a black waterfall with a bluish sheen. She looked up and looked out the window with sadness rather than sorrow, it was black, there were no stars and no moon, and the delicately carved wooden edges on the window seemed to her the equivalent of the bars of a prison.