Tu Aotian looked around for a week and said with a smile: "This seat kindly reminds you. The tea you have just drunk and the pastries you have eaten have been poisoned, and you will be poisoned and die in two hours. However, once you use your internal forces, you will accelerate the spread of the poison and end your life prematurely. Even if any of you haven't drunk tea or eaten pastries, the strong wind just now is mixed with the Demon Sect's special soft meridian powder, which is guaranteed to make the inhaler feel as weak as waste. ”

Tu Tianao's words caused a commotion again, and the people present made people even more panicked. And Tu Aotian didn't seem to be very satisfied with their performance, and continued: "If you don't believe in this seat, you can see if there is a black vein in your right hand, which is the characteristic of poisoning. Once the veins spread to the heart, even if there is an antidote, there is no way to recover. ”

Hearing this, Gu Wei's anger came from it, "despicable and shameless." ”

"Hahahaha~Hahahaha~" Tu Aotian seemed to be amused, and he couldn't stop laughing. "Isn't despicable and shameless the label of our Demon Sect? Could it be that the owner of the ancient village has forgotten? ”

"You ......" Gu was extremely angry, and some of them were unstable on their feet. If what Tu Tianao said was true, the consequences were really unimaginable.

Fortunately, Jian Su, who rushed to hear the news, helped Gu Wei in time, "Master, are you okay?" ”

"Su'er, how's the arrangement?" Gu Wei saw that the person who came was Jian Su, and asked anxiously.

"Please rest assured, Master, if they want the Creation Sword, it's not that easy."

"Arrogance." Tu Aotian heard this and commented.

Jian Su turned to look at Tu Aotian, without the slightest fear on his face, "Don't talk nonsense, you have the ability to let the horse come!" ”

"I'm in such a hurry, I'll play with you." Then he said to the people present: "I don't want to die so quickly, just stay honest." ”

"The people in the sect listen to the order, and if they resist, they will be killed."

"Yes!"

In the face of the attack of the Demon Sect, Jian Su still did not flinch in the slightest, pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and ordered without changing his face: "The disciples of the Wind Howling Sword Village listen to the order and set up a formation to kill the enemy!" ”

"Yes!"

With the orders of both sides, the flames of war are on the verge of breaking out. The dancing drums on the high platform instantly turned into war drums, making a bang...... The sound cheered for the disciples of Jianzhuang.

The people in the Demon Sect bypassed the people in the rivers and lakes present and directly met the disciples of the Wind Howling Sword Village, because none of these so-called righteous people came out to stop them at this moment.

The black clothes of the Demon Sect and the white clothes of the Wind Howling Sword Village are intertwined, like a game of black and white chess pieces, fighting each other. The sword and sword shadow, the murderous aura is monstrous, some people are injured, the blood infects the clothes, the pain of the wound tearing can no longer be taken care of, only gritting teeth and persevering, and some people fall down and never get up, and even die without a whole body.

Watching the disciples of Jianzhuang fall one after another, Gu Wei's heart was like a knife, and many of these disciples were grown up by him one by one. He taught them martial arts, taught them to forge swords, taught them the right and wrong, and now they are tragically killing the hands of the Demon Sect for the sake of the Sword Village, so how can he watch like this.

"Su'er."

Jian Su turned around and saw his master's eyes full of fire, and when he looked at each other at this moment, he understood what his old man meant. The people who were fighting hard against the Demon Sect, they were not only the master's apprentices, but also his junior brothers and sisters, how could he watch them fall one by one in front of him and do nothing. Jian Su pursed his lips and nodded solemnly towards Gu Wei, as if to tell the other party that he would live and die with Jian Zhuang.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first."

"It's Master."

Tu Aotian saw that Gu Wei and the two of them were killing towards him, and he suddenly became angry, and clenched the nine-ring big knife and slashed towards the other party.

The three internal forces burst out strongly, the sword and the knife collided in the air, and the slightest spark came out with a huge sound, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Although Gu Wei's master and apprentice received Tu Aotian's blow, they suffered internal injuries, the corners of their mouths were oozing blood, and the hand holding the sword was already numb.

Tu Tianao saw the two of them like this, and said disdainfully: "I don't think I can do it." ”

"What's the matter!" Jian Su knew that neither he nor his master were opponents of the other, but that didn't justify him backing down. He is the eldest disciple of the Wind Howling Sword Village, and he has the responsibility to protect the safety of the Sword Village.

What Wind Howling Sword Zhuang is good at is sword casting, not swordsmanship and mental method, so the disciples of Wind Howling Sword Village in the past dynasties will not have Mahayana martial arts, and naturally they are not the opponents of martial arts masters like Tu Tianao.

Of course, there are a few exceptions, and that is the third-generation owner of Wind Howling Sword Village, the creator of the Cold Moon Sword, Gu Lengyue. Gu Lengyue is not only a sword-casting wizard, but also a martial arts wizard, his martial arts attainments can be said to have reached the peak of his martial arts attainments, and the Wind Howling Sword Village at that time was also the most glorious moment. In addition, it is the eighteen sword souls that have guarded the creation sword in the past dynasties, but the martial arts of the eighteen sword souls cannot be passed on, and only those who are selected to become the eighteen sword souls are qualified to cultivate, and even the owner of the village is not qualified.

"Courage is commendable, but useless." Tu Aotian commented.

In the face of Tu Aotian's contempt, Jian Su did not fight with him, but attacked again, and Gu Wei also raised his sword when he saw this. And the battlefield elsewhere also fell into the shadow of swords and swords, bloody wind and rain again.

Many of the people watching the battle were small people, and they had never seen such a big scene, and some had never even seen anyone killed. The corpses all over the ground, the blood-stained grass, had already made them look dumbfounded, and even forgot to take the opportunity to escape. Of course, there are many people who have been in the rivers and lakes for many years, some of them have been poisoned, some have been poisoned, some have been poisoned, and some have not been poisoned.

At the beginning, in the face of the disparity in strength with Tu Aotian, they instinctively chose to escape, watch, and chose to hide behind the Wind Howling Sword Village, hoping to escape this catastrophe. But when they saw the figures of the disciples of the Wind Howling Sword Village falling one by one, they seemed to have figured out the truth of the cold lips and teeth, and Tu Aotian never said that he would let him go. Seeing the disciples of Wind Howling Sword Zhuang desperately fighting against the Demon Sect, they did not retreat even if they were facing death. Seeing that the Gu Zhuang Master and his eldest disciple Jian Su knew that they were not Tu Aotian's opponents, but they still wanted to do their best to capture the other party, this seemingly stupid behavior was not a kind of belief.

Maybe at this time, while the Demon Sect is not paying attention, they have a chance to escape, but after escaping, will they be able to feel at ease in the rest of their lives? Some people's answer was yes, and some people's answer was no, so some people began to take up their weapons and join the ranks of the Demon Cult. And from the very beginning one, two, three...... And then to countless figures.

The tall figure shuttled through the shadow of the sword and sword, with a resolute and resolute belief. Maybe they weren't heroes, but now they must be heroes in their hearts, at least they don't hold back. Maybe they have gone and never returned, they have only lived for a hundred years, and they are heroes and heroes eighteen years later.

The situation on the battlefield is starting to change for the better because of the addition of these heroes. But Tu Aotian didn't allow such a thing to happen, so the nine-ring broadsword in his hand became faster and more powerful, and Gu Wei and Jian Su couldn't resist the fast parry, and he took the opportunity to raise a fatal knife against Gu Wei.

"Master!" Seeing this, Jian Su rushed towards Tu Aotian, wanting to disrupt the other party. Unfortunately, he did not succeed, but was kicked by the opponent, spurting out a mouthful of blood and falling heavily to the ground.

Seeing that Tu Aotian's nine-ring broadsword was about to cut through Gu Wei's artery, he was caught by a sword full of internal force.

With such a strong sword aura, Tu Aotian raised his eyes to look at the person holding the sword, and a moment of surprise flashed through his eyes, fleeting, and at the same time withdrew his weapon.

Gu Wei, who escaped death, didn't relieve, but he found something that surprised him even more. "Brother Li, why are you here? You're not ......."

Someone came to help Gu Wei up, "If you are in trouble for your brother, how can you not come to the rescue for your brother." How about it, it's not too late for my brother, right? ”

Without waiting for Gu Wei to answer, Tu Aotian interrupted the conversation between the two. "Li Jingyun, you don't have to be nosy." I obviously got the news that this old man left Shifang City at noon, why did he appear here at this moment?

Hmph~ "The matter of the Demon Sect, how can I not care about the Xuanqing Sect." ”

"Gu Wei, I advise you not to struggle, even if Li Jingyun helps you? Can you ignore the lives of your wife and daughter? ”

Gu Wei was disturbed when he heard the words, could it be that they were more than these people. "What happened to them!"

"As long as you hand over the Sword of Creation, I will not do anything to them."

"Don't worry about your brother, someone has already gone to save your brother and sister and Fu'er, and the people of the Demon Sect are not their opponents." Li Jingyun saw that Gu was uneasy, and said comfortingly. In addition, he said to a man beside him: "I also asked the little brother to help take care of the injuries of Brother Wei and Jiansu, and Tu Aotian handed it over to the old man." ”

"Master Li, please rest assured." The man replied.

Hearing Li Jingyun say this, Gu Wei's heart was a little calmer. At this time, he found out that not only Li Jingyun was here, but also brought many people from the rivers and lakes who came to the birthday banquet yesterday, and most of these people should have already left for their hometown, but they didn't expect to appear here again. With their joining, the crisis of the disciples of Wind Howling Sword Village was greatly alleviated and the offensive of the Demon Sect was blocked. But the man in his twenties beside Li Jingyun was very eye-catching.

"This hero, I don't know what to call it?" Gu Wei asked.

"Under the surname Mo, a single name is a Jiezi. It's not my son-in-law's little follower, and he's not a hero. Mo Jie briefly introduced himself, but did not say who his son-in-law was. Let me check the injuries for both of you. ”

"Thank you, Brother Mo." Gu Wei wanted to know who the son in Mo Jie's mouth was, but he also understood that now was not the time, and besides, he didn't plan to tell himself depending on what the other party meant. It seems that this matter can only be discussed later.

"I'm tired." Jian Su also thanked.

After Mo Jie took Gu Wei and Jian Su away, Li Jingyun turned around and looked at Tu Aotian not far away, the sword in his hand exuded a powerful sword aura, ready to move, as if he couldn't wait for a big battle, and the surrounding air was also driven by Li Jingyun's internal force, forming a whirlpool.