"Ha, everyone from Qingyunmen, if you take the next step today, you don't have to send each other!"

The Dragon Slaying Sword swept across the sky with a dazzling blue light, and with one sword, it split a Qingyun disciple holding a long sword in half, and in the midst of laughter, Mo Wen turned into a blue light and disappeared into the sky.

No one was chasing, and the rest of the people in Qingyunmen were dazed in their eyes and looked at each other.

Is that the end of it?

There were more than thirty corpses lying on the ground, and nearly forty percent of the elite disciples of Qingyunmen had stayed here forever.

Mo Wen is only one person, even if he cultivates well, cultivates the three exercises of demons, Taoism, and Buddhism, and has one foot into the Taiqing realm, he is by no means the opponent of dozens of elite disciples here, so in the end he can only retreat, but just to force him back, Qingyunmen has paid a tragic price.

I don't know who started, and someone in the crowd began to sob.

In the past ten years, the newly entered disciples, one by one, their faces turned pale, Mo Wen, in the past, this name only represented a secret, a shame in their eyes, even if the elders emphasized the danger of this person many times, they did not take it to heart, after all, it was just a betrayed disciple, it was not a big deal, Qingyunmen was the first major faction of the righteous path, how could they be afraid of a sect traitor?

But today's bloody lesson told them that the meaning of the name Mo Wen represents, it is definitely the deepest nightmare in the hearts of everyone in Qingyunmen, as long as he is in the day, no Qingyunmen disciple can put his mind at ease.

Holding one hand on his chest, looking at the long and narrow wound, Zeng Shushu still had palpitations. The ferocious and domineering sword was only a little bit close. He is about to be split into two, and he has reached the Shangqing realm. He faced that person, but he was so powerless, if it wasn't for the timely rescue of the same door, he would have died in the hands of the other party!

Taking a deep breath, Zeng Shushu suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked Qi Hao, who was also pale, "Senior Brother Qi, we have suffered a lot of damage this time, do you think we want to continue?" ”

I was very unwilling, Qi Hao was the team leader on this trip. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to establish his prestige among the disciples and pave the way for the future, but he didn't expect that he had just entered the Death Swamp, and he was brutally killed by Mo Wen Nearly thirty percent of the people, and the rest of the people were even more frightened, and they had no fighting spirit. The mission for this trip has also failed.

Sighing, Qi Hao seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, waved his hand and said, "Now all the senior brothers are injured, and a large number of people from the Demon Sect are missing. This place should not stay for a long time, we will return to Qingyun! ”

As soon as these words came out, the remaining disciples fell silent for a while. The spirit came in high spirits, and the head of the mouse ran away. This is undoubtedly a great shame for them, but no one at this time objected. - They have been killed by the crazy figure just now, as long as they can get out of here, away from that demon, a small humiliation is nothing.

But it didn't seem that everyone thought so, so I heard a cold voice from the outside of the crowd.

"Senior Brother Qi, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you back to Qingyun!"

Her face had recovered slightly, and Lu Xueqi's eyes looked into the depths of the Dead Swamp, her eyes full of determination.

Qi Hao frowned slightly, a little displeased, he glanced at Lu Xueqi, "Senior Sister Lu, do you know what you're talking about, now is not the time to make a joke, the Demon Sect's brigade may arrive at any time, the demon just now was not too badly injured, and he may return at any time, do you want to ask these disciples to bury your waywardness?" ”

Lu Xueqi didn't waver at all, "Senior Brother Qi, you misunderstood, I didn't say that I wanted others to follow, it's just that I want to go to the Dead Swamp alone, and it has nothing to do with others!" ”

"Nonsense! What can you do alone, wouldn't you die in vain! ”

Qi Hao was even more embarrassed, why is this woman so ignorant and reckless everywhere, does she want to contrast with me Qi Hao has no guts?

She is a woman who dares to break into the swamp alone, so what will others think of me who ordered the retreat? immediately wanted to say something to dispel Lu Xueqi's thoughts.

But Lu Xueqi glanced at him coldly, and said expressionlessly: "Whether it is for me to die in vain is my own business, so I don't worry about Senior Brother, I have made up my mind, go first!" ”

After saying that, Tianya's sword was unsheathed, and Lu Xueqi's whole person turned into a blue light and flew towards the depths of the Dead Swamp.

"You!" His face turned blue and white for a while, looking at Lu Xueqi's figure in the distance, Qi Hao finally snorted coldly and walked away with many disciples of Qingyunmen. Although he likes beautiful women, he never thought of risking his life for this.

The other end of the dead ze.

Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Immortal Hall, was dressed in white, looking at the front quietly, a struggle flashed in his eyes, and the night breeze in the swamp blew, blowing his clothes and fluttering slightly, looking extraordinary, like an immortal.

Except for his left hand, the sleeves of his shirt are empty, which adds a bit of inexplicable funny.

That was the sign that he was unfortunately injured under the world's first strange sword, Zhu Xian, in the battle of Qingyun Mountain, and it was also a merciless mockery of fate for him.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the air was filled with the smell of water vapor, but Yu Yangzi felt a bitterness in his mouth.

Behind him, in the darkness, there was a faint sound of nervous breathing, it was a person from his Immortal Hall.

But in front of him were dense, blood-red eyes, and there was a faint sneer, it was a person from the Ghost King Sect.

The girl in yellow dress at the head smiled shallowly, so charming that it made people's hearts move.

"Have you thought about it before? The Ghost King said, as long as you can lead the people to surrender, then the elders in the gate will have a place for you! ”

"Elders?"

Yu Yangzi laughed self-deprecatingly, "I thought that with the mind of the ghost king, I would be the next deputy sect leader, but I don't want to be so stingy, isn't that looking down on the cripple of the old man?" ”

Jin Bei'er blinked her eyes and chuckled, "It's not that the position of deputy sect leader can't be given to the ghost king, it's just that now my demon sect only has one deputy sect leader, and Yuyangzi's seniors want to compete with Deputy Sect Master Mo?" ”

"Humph! It's just a little ghost with some talent, do you really think you're amazing? His face moved unnaturally, but Yuyangzi looked away and looked disdainful.

Over the years, Mo Wen has killed the poison god, destroyed the Tianyin Temple, and shocked the entire Demon Sect, Yuyangzi naturally will not know, but at this time, it is impossible to lose the momentum, the inheritance of seven generations, after eight hundred years of longevity, tonight has reached the point of life and death.

The Ghost King Sect has annexed the two major sects of the Demon Dao, and now the poisonous hand has reached out to his Immortal Hall, ten years ago, the vitality of the Immortal Hall was greatly damaged, and even he himself lost an arm, and he was no longer able to resist the growing Ghost King Sect.

But if he wants to give up now, he will hand over the eight-hundred-year foundation of the Changshengtang to others, and Yuyangzi is also unwilling, especially a few days ago, the strange sign of the birth of a strange treasure suddenly appeared in the swamp of death, if he can get a strange treasure like the Qingyunmen "Zhuxian Ancient Sword", the Changshengtang can turn the crisis into safety, and then develop in Xu Tu, and there may not be no possibility of turning over in the future.

War, or surrender?

The two thoughts kept weighing in Yu Yangzi's mind, and then he groaned slightly, and asked towards Jin Zhu'er, "Are you the only one who came to find the old man this time?" Didn't anyone come to your master, Mrs. Sanmiao, or the four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect? You're just a junior, what qualifications do you have to talk to the old man? ”

Jin Bei'er smiled sweetly, "My master and the four holy envoys have other important matters, but they can't come at this time, I hope the seniors don't blame, as for whether the little girl has this qualification, I also ask the seniors to ask the disciples behind me!" ”

As if to match the words of the golden bottle, there was a sudden sound of ghosts crying wolves behind her, like a group of demons dancing wildly, and in this silent night, the sound traveled far away.

"Really?" Listening to the threat of the golden bottle, Yu Yangzi sneered in his heart, and he had already made up his mind, since none of the high-level leaders of the Ghost King Sect came, then don't blame his subordinates for being ruthless, solve the yellow-haired girl in front of him here, and then he will take his subordinates to the Dead Swamp to hunt for treasure, rather than going to the Ghost King Sect to be an elder who is not up to the bottom, he is more willing to fight with his own ability.

"Little girl, if you dare to threaten the old man, let the old man say that you have a few catties and a few taels!"

A flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes, and Yu Yangzi summoned a strange mirror with black and white sides, and was about to make a move.

However, at this moment, a low shout suddenly came from the night, "A few catties and a few taels, Yuyangzi, are you talking about yourself?" ”

The people of the Ghost King Sect suddenly fell silent, and silently, a passage flashed through the crowd.

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, as if coming from the depths of endless darkness, and slowly walked out, the atmosphere was solemn to the extreme, and under the influence of this, the people of the Immortal Hall on the opposite side did not dare to speak loudly.

Dressed in a white robe soaked in blood, and holding a turquoise sword with a long dragon tattoo in his hand, a young man walked out slowly.

Awe, admiration, and fear, all kinds of colors flashed in the eyes of everyone in the Ghost King Sect.

But Yu Yangzi gasped, and his face became gloomy, "It's you, why are you here?" ”

Without answering Yu Yangzi's words, Mo Wen tilted his neck and glanced at him.

"'It's just a little kid with some talent,' did you just say that?"

Yu Yangzi's face froze, and then he snorted coldly.

"Yes, what if the old man said it? I think that back then, I intersected with your master and the poison god, how could there be room for you to interject? There is no distinction between dignity and inferiority! ”

An evil smile appeared on Mo Wen's face, "If you admit it, that's good!" - Old puppet, let me die now! ”

The next moment, the dragon's groan shook the sky, and a turquoise light rose into the sky, reflecting half of the sky in green. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the monthly pass of the Crescent Moon of God and the tip of can39911015.