In Qingshui Town, corpses are everywhere. Blood invades the grass and crows look at the moon, and the bones and farmland ghosts guard the corpses.

Liu Qingyang walked slowly from the pile of dead people, from head to toe except for blood or blood, he could no longer see his original clothes. Some of this blood belongs to others, and some of it is our own, and it is always more than others' own. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people almost disgusting.

Liu Qingyang lifted the Aoxue Crazy Knife, a pair of blood-colored pupils looked at him, and said slowly: "Those who kill people, people will always kill them." Did you ever think that you would be killed before you came here?" Ao Xue Crazy Knife struggled and said, "If you don't cultivate well, you will be killed, this is originally the truth in the cultivation world. I've cultivated the Tao all my life, don't you know? If you want to kill, you can kill!"

Liu Qingyang said: "What about the people in this town? They have never cultivated, they are just ordinary people, and even they are unarmed, why did you take their lives?" Ao Xue said wildly: "That's their life! It's also your Liu Qingyang's fault!" Liu Qingyang said: "My fault?"

Ao Xue said wildly: "That's right! If it weren't for you, Liu Qingyang, who gouged out Mr. Big's eyes for this Qingshui Town, why would it lead to the destruction of Qingshui Town today? If it weren't for you colluding with Demon Cultivator Yunming and designing to kill Chen Qingshan, how could the Confucian army set foot on Qingshui Town?"

Liu Qingyang's face was cold, and he said, "I designed to kill Chen Qingshan? Who said that?" When he returned to Qingshui Town, he saw the tragic death of the villagers, how did he know that it was because of this? At this time, under the excitement, his left hand grabbed the throat of the Aoxue Crazy Knife, and the Aoxue Crazy Knife was out of breath for a while, his face turned red, and he pointed to his arms, and said, "There is a text on the paper." ”

Liu Qingyang stretched out his hand and took out the text in the arms of the Aoxue Crazy Knife, threw him to the ground, opened the text, and saw the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on it:

"The children of the pseudo-Buddhist family are not good and smooth, and the ground is really cold. In the past, the Confucian sword leader Yujie Songzhen, Huai Jin held Yu, and the poor and widowed, and the poor and rescued the poor. Those who teach in the clouds are the highest learning, and those who solve their doubts are the highest in the universe. He has devoted his whole life to preaching. The beloved son of the king is given to the Star Palace, and the Confucian Bo Alliance is entrusted with a heavy responsibility. The cloud still hates the selfishness of the sword leader, and the concubine of the back room of the Yin diagram. When he was jealous at the beginning, Dou Ling refused to let him, raised his sword and was domineering, and his cultivation was partial to practicing martial arts. The lizard is the heart, and the jackal is the nature. Approaching the wicked, mutilating the same family. colluded with foreign evils, killed his father and brother. This is the evil of unfilial piety and unkindness; Ungrateful thieves.

The scourge of the cloud thief is difficult to write, and it is difficult to count. In the past, all the people in the small country of Zhongzhou were wiped out, and women and children dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. Qingyang, a gang of fierce willows, is arbitrary and domineering. conspired to trap the old sword leader to death, and plotted to harm the roots of the Great Confucian Sect. What man and god are jealous of, heaven and earth do not tolerate.

Yunkong Confucian Sword Thirteen, Confucian Chenzi. The mercy of the old sword leader, the kindness of the Confucian sect. Angry and angry, he will get rid of the traitor. Because of the disappointment of the world, Shun Yu pushed his heart and raised the banner of righteousness to clear the demons. Civil and military officials, with more than 10,000 flags, left from the mainland. Iron horses are in groups, and jade shafts are connected. The sound of the class moved and the north wind rose, and the sword qi rushed and the south was flat. If you woo, the mountains will collapse, and if you scream, the wind and clouds will change color. If the enemy is subdued in this way, no enemy will be destroyed, and if the enemy is not defeated in this way, he will not be able to overcome it! Since the hooves of the large army, if there is a disobedience to orders, the great army will be calm. Rush to the four places, destroy the cloud thieves and rebel. Then the division also revitalized the brigade, and the bow and drummed. Deuteronomy Confucianism, each in his own place, has no responsibility for his son!"

Liu Qingyang laughed while watching, and when he saw that he looked up to the sky and laughed at the end, the laughter shook the air for a while.

"Qingyang, a gang of fierce willows, is arbitrary and domineering. conspired to trap the old sword leader to death, and plotted to harm the roots of the Great Confucian Sect. What man and god are jealous of, heaven and earth do not tolerate. What a person is jealous of God, what heaven and earth do not tolerate, Confucian Sword Thirteen, you turn black and white upside down, turn right and wrong! Is there no reasonable person in this world?" Liu Qingyang laughed to the end, and the irritable aura on his body gradually subsided, replaced by a monstrous killing intent.

Liu Qingyang grabbed the Aoxue Crazy Knife and said, "Take me to the Confucian Sect!" I want to ask, is there no one in this world who can distinguish between right and wrong?"

Liu Qingyang carried the Aoxue knife all the way to the direction of Confucianism, traveled more than 100 miles, and arrived at the foot of Derumen Mountain, only to see peach trees and plum trees all over the mountain, with a group of rockeries in the middle, and the mourning flag fluttering.

Liu Qingyang took out the long sword, looked at the highest white flag in the mountain, the luck in his hand, swish, the sword was like an arrow, the white flag was in the middle of the flagpole, and the white flag fell slowly. When some Confucian disciples saw it on the mountain, they were all shocked: Who shot down the Confucian mourning flag?

Liu Qingyang raised his breath and said loudly: "Sword cultivator Liu Qingyang is here, I have come to ask if there is a reasonable person in this world?" The voice spread far away, and when the Confucian disciples on the mountain heard the sword cultivator Liu Qingyang, their faces all changed greatly...... Sword Cultivator Liu Qingyang, isn't it the one who joined forces with Demon Cultivator Yunming to kill the old sword leader? Didn't Ao Xue Crazy Dao lead people to arrest him? At this time, half of the twelve sword leaders went down the mountain to dispatch troops to prepare to arrest Liu Qingyang, but unexpectedly, Liu Qingyang actually bumped into him.

The figure on the mountain flickered, the line lined up, and the seven negative sword disciples in the middle walked slowly. The one at the top of the queue said: "Proud Snow Crazy Knife...... You are Liu Qingyang!" His eyes were cold, and he shot at Liu Qingyang.

Liu Qingyang threw the Aoxue Crazy Knife aside, and immediately a Confucian disciple stepped forward to save him. Liu Qingyang looked directly at the Twelve Sword Kui, and said coldly: "I am Liu Qingyang! Where is the Thirteenth Confucian Sword?" The man said: "What a Liu Qingyang! I didn't go looking for you, and you dare to come to the door! Gouge out the eyes of Mr. Da and kill the old sword Kui, and I will take revenge here today!" It was the blue river of the twelve sword heads.

Another person held the Aoxue Crazy Knife and asked, "What about the others?" Aoxue Crazy Knife smiled bitterly: "All dead." The man's face changed greatly, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "What a Liu Qingyang! What a bold boy! Kill my old Confucian sword leader, slaughter my Confucian disciples, and send them to the door today rampant and ignorant, do you think that no one in my Confucian sect can kill you?"

Liu Qingyang pointed to the sky and said loudly: "Confucianism, what is Confucianism? I, Liu Qingyang, have never killed Chen Qingshan, but you, Confucianism, have slaughtered Qingshui Town! Who can say the axiom here! Call out the Confucian Sword Thirteen and make it clear to him face to face today!" The unruly arrogance of Jian Xiu dispersed, and the black flames on his body flowed.

Lan Qinghe said: "Kill you a mere sword cultivator, why use the Confucian Sword Thirteen! The old sword kui's revenge will pay for your life!" He was able to select the twelve sword heads among the Confucian sects, since he was an extraordinary person, his cultivation was unfathomable, and his swordsmanship was even more extraordinary, ranking second only to the Confucian sword thirteen among the Confucian swordsmen. At this time, he shot angrily, which is the swordsmanship of the housekeeper.

Liu Qingyang's eyes were cold, and he said, "You are looking for death!" The power of the Heavenly Evil Ghost Mother's origin in the body exploded, and the black flame became a sword, and it was already split, and it was the move that broke through. I saw a flash of black light, and the long sword in Lan Qinghe's hand was cut off from it, and the whole person flew backwards.

Everyone exclaimed in unison, and three people rushed out and shouted, "Senior brother!" The other two drew their swords and stabbed at Liu Qingyang, who drew their swords and retreated. Lan Qinghe slowly knelt on the ground, already out of breath.

One of them picked up Lan Qinghe's body and shouted: "Qinghe ......" Three people flew up the mountain, and went to the other two, and the long sword in his hand slashed, the tip of the sword continued to tremble, flashing white and blue light, aimed at Liu Qingyang.

These six people are the six sword leaders who are still on the mountain at this time, they are Mu Nanduan, Wang Ming, Guo Fucheng, Wang Xiao, Fei Qin, and Chen Ran.

Mu Nanduan shouted: "Kill my junior brother, take your life to accompany the burial!" When the other five people saw Lan Qinghe's tragic death, they were filled with grief and anger, and they all shot together. The light and shadow of the six long swords blended harmoniously, and they shrouded Liu Qingyang.

Liu Qingyang's great enemy was in front, not afraid at all, his body shook, and the black sword stabbed out. The six people at Mu Nanduan are Confucian masters, and each of them is only a little inferior to Lan Qinghe's martial arts, and the six of them are even more powerful.

The six people formed a circle, and the six long swords did not leave Liu Qingyang's left and right, and the killing move was on the verge of being out, which was really dangerous. The more Liu Qingyang fights, the more chaotic his footwork becomes, and he often doesn't know where to hit the sword moves, as if he is pointing casually, but he can often block it, but it is also full of dangers.

Three of the six people jumped backwards, and their sword qi shot out. Liu Qingyang rolled to the ground, and the sword qi surged to the ground, immediately leaving several deep holes. The internal strength of these three people is extremely high, and the swordsmanship is fierce and rushes forward, and the three swords are set up and slashed. Liu Qingyang raised his sword to block it, and flew wide.

Mu Nanduan shouted: "Point the Star Sword!" He drank it, and the other five people stabbed out with their swords in unison. This hand of the star sword is a trick that their brothers have practiced for several years of research, thirteen swords come out at the same time, stabbing at the enemy in thirteen directions, each sword covers several large holes, plus the sword qi is agitated, whenever it is used, the surrounding several zhang are destroyed by the sword qi, and no one is invincible. At this time, there are only six people left, and after a long time of tacit understanding, it is also difficult to resist using this sword.

Liu Qingyang saw that these six swords were stabbed, and the person was in danger, his mind was clearer, a move of swordsmanship flashed in front of his eyes, and there was no fear on his face, and he suddenly remembered that the move of the Western Pole Overlord slash, the more dangerous it was at this time, the more calm it was, and for a while, the mystery of swordsmanship was so clear that it was showing in his heart. The left leg stepped out, the body was vertical, and the long sword was slashed out. Before he slashed this sword, he didn't know whether it would be split or where it would go, but he felt it in his heart, and he suddenly wanted to split it. One sword turned into eight swords, crisscrossing in all directions.

The sword flowers flashed and the blood splashed, and gradually plum blossoms fell on the mountain. only heard the screams of "ah" and "oops", Wang Ming, Wang Xiao, and Guo Fucheng were hit by swords in their hands, and the long swords were thrown out. The other three swords stabbed in, and the momentum had been greatly reduced, Liu Qingyang's body turned, and the long sword circled, blocking them one by one. These three swords were gaining momentum, and Liu Qingyang blocked three swords in a row, cracking his tiger's mouth, and almost being shocked to the point that the long sword was out of his hand. Fortunately, the power of the Heavenly Evil Ghost Mother Origin in his body exploded at this time, and it was no longer what it used to be.

Mu Nanduan's six tricks have exhausted, but they can't help him, and their sharpness has been greatly reduced.

Liu Qingyang's black sword was shocked, and he pulled out his sword and slashed with one move, cutting off Chen Chrome's head, and another sword went sideways, cutting off Guo Fucheng's hands, turning around and flashing two swords, and another sword stabbed Guo Fucheng to death.

Turning around twice, he dodged the two swords of Mu Nanduan and Fei Qin, and the long sword connected the points, popped out the long sword of Mu Nanduan, and stabbed Wang Xiao and Wang Ming to death. Mu Nanduan roared angrily and rushed forward to hug Liu Qingyang's legs.

Liu Qingyang's countersword stabbed into his back, the tip of the sword leaked out of his heart, Fei Qin stabbed with his sword, Liu Qingyang got up and wanted to jump away, but Mu Nanduan hugged him very tightly under death, jumped into the air and couldn't jump away, and was stabbed into his right shoulder by Fei Qin's sword, and there was a hot and sharp pain when he landed.

Liu Qingyang crossed his sword in his left hand, the tip of the sword shook, the long sword was sharpened, and a wrist immediately flew out. Fei Qin screamed "ah", and he was about to flee backwards, Liu Qingyang's body fell forward, and the long sword pierced into Fei Qin's chest, and the sword was connected to the person. Drawing his sword, a bloody arrow erupted from Fei Qin's chest.

Liu Qingyang half-knelt on the ground, his long sword swung out a string of blood beads, his body was stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's. His face was pale, and he looked at the seven corpses on the ground, and stood up with his sword. In this battle, he brushed shoulders with death several times, and the danger was extremely unimaginable. After killing the six people, his strength was almost exhausted, and he still looked shaky when he leaned on the long sword.