I have no ill will towards this world, why do so many people want to kill me! Xu Feng, who came to his senses, looked at the black sword in his hand and muttered to himself.

Jiang Liao's heavy breath sounded in his ears, and there was a bloody meaning between his breaths.

"Don't talk nonsense, when I carried a sack to the school, I didn't have any ill will towards the students, they didn't laugh at me like that. There is no good or evil in this world, only strength and weakness. ”

"There is only strength and weakness, no good and evil!?" Xu Feng repeated Jiang Liao's words.

"Yes, as long as you are strong enough, your will can be executed on this continent, and as long as you are strong enough, your words will be regarded as a guideline by the people of the world, because strength is a fact, and facts prove everything. ”

"That's not right, Big Bear, you're not right, after all, you still have to distinguish between good and evil, beautiful and ugly. This face, for example, is ugly enough. Xu Feng said as he withdrew from Jiang Liao's support and pointed the tip of his sword at a face that was blocking him.

It was an ordinary sect disciple, with a cat waist, holding the Dao sword tightly in his hand, staring nervously at Xu Feng and Jiang Liao, who had already killed a bloody person.

If you look closely, there is a trace of stubborn disgust in this disciple's slightly frightened eyes, disgust for Xu Feng, and disgust for the first villain in Lingnan.

It is this disgust that leaks from the corners of the eyes and appears a little ignorant, extending to the corners of the mouth and chin, that makes the face look a little ugly.

The black sword spun around in Xu Feng's hand, and a fierce sword aura burst out from the angle obliquely below.

That sect disciple obviously didn't expect that under the siege of the three Creation Realm masters, Xu Feng would dare to kill someone, and secretly shouted, and the Dao sword in his hand suddenly blocked down.

With a crisp sound, the pure steel sword body collapsed into two sections, and the top end turned into a meteor with the hilt, quickly disappearing into the night sky.

In the following paragraph, there was no dashing fortune that turned into a meteor, and it was inserted into the disciple's lower abdomen with a pop.

With a howl of pain, the atmosphere of the original confrontation was instantly broken.

The many disciples who were tightly gathered immediately understood what Xu Feng meant.

"Fellow Daoists, this guy is a trapped beast still fighting, trying in vain to kill the general, don't let him succeed! Destroy him to cheer for the Baili Elder!" Fu Qingshan shouted loudly, specially restraining Xu Feng's swordsmanship's killing moves, and slammed down from the high altitude of the autumn night.

"It's really difficult!" Xu Feng said secretly in his heart, gritted his teeth, and used Zhenyuan to lock up several seriously injured air pockets, and Zhenyuan, who had recovered slightly, greeted him with the black sword.

Xu Feng really thought so, the senior brother risked his life to save himself, he couldn't stop here, there was no movement. Only by breaking out of the encirclement as soon as possible, breaking through this narrow alley, and coming to Tongqu Street, with the remaining number of people, it will be much more difficult to stop yourself.

As long as you fight out of the ascension, the siege of the senior brother will naturally be resolved.

At this time, Xu Feng and Jiang Liao were in the same position, and the streets and alleys were only less than three zhang wide, and they were even a little unable to kill.

According to the formation arranged by Fu Qingshan in advance, starting from the Lijiazhuang Tavern, the masters were all distributed at the main intersections of the streets and alleys and on both sides of the earthen wall, and they would definitely not let Xu Feng and the others have any chance to escape.

Of course, Xu Feng is aware of this arrangement, there is another idiom, called "the net is open on one side", when besieging the enemy on all sides, he deliberately leaves a blank side, which seems to be the weakest defense, but in fact it hides a killing intention.

At present, there are three sides of the net, and the only road is the direction that leads to the north avenue.

Countless swords rolled up the True Yuan under this side, but Xu Feng and Jiang Liao did not hesitate and tried their best to kill in this direction.

Because they have no choice.

The battle between the streets and alleys had just begun, and between the drumming dust, four figures suddenly rose into the air, and the battlefield of the Creation Realm was not on the ground.

Lijiazhuang should not be ruined because of the grievances between the sects. As a cultivator of the Creation Realm, there is still this self-consciousness and pride.

The four of them unanimously chose the battlefield in the lofty autumn night above Lijiazhuang, under a hundred zhang, there are rows of thatched huts, and above ten thousand zhang, there is a deep sky with a faint star.

Northeast, southwest, and due north, the three directions are the three old men who have already advanced to creation, especially due north, the aura that has just been implemented in the streets and alleys, making countless disciples surrender, is still extremely domineering in the autumn night, as if it has been integrated with heaven and earth, as if the endless true yuan, is crazy around that black shadow.

"Yunmeng has a bad disciple like you, it's really a shame for my Lingnan sect. Baili Yingyang said.

"It's not your turn to lose face. Wei Xiao's usual mockery.

The true yuan of the strong man of creation can already forcibly break through the space and reach the hearts of the people, although there is no communication, the three strong men have reached a consensus that the victory or defeat must be decided in an instant, and they can't give too much time to Xu Feng, Meng Gu, Sun Yimao and others below.

As soon as Wei Xiao's words fell, his figure shook suddenly, turning into a cloud of gray and appearing in front of the Baili Eagle.

The creation of a strong person, ten zhang in front of him is already considered a dangerous situation. The true yuan, which is extremely powerful, can cut through the wind and rain, cut off the green mountains, and kill people invisibly outside a hundred zhang, not to mention ten zhang in front of him.

Ten zhang in front of him, to put it bluntly, is the place of death.

Baili Yingyang is also a veteran in the killing, and he didn't expect Wei Xiao to be so bold: "Since you want to die quickly, the old man will fulfill you!"

Baili Yingyang, who was dressed in a black robe, was full of madness in his dark eyes. The two thin palms like eagle claws suddenly flipped up, and a huge pillar of light suddenly appeared in the dark night sky, like moonlight falling somewhere in the night sky.

In nearly a hundred years, there has not been such a ferocious battle!

Lijiazhuang, which was more than ten miles in radius, suddenly lifted up with the hands of the Baili Eagle, rolling up a fierce storm, as if all the air was gathering towards the pillar of light in the sky in an instant.

Under the eaves of the thatched hut, several withered yellow straws were rolled up in the air, and just touched the sky, but suddenly turned into nothingness, as if they had been cut into fine pieces by countless swords.

The firewood and grass, wooden scoops, and one or two pieces of broken clothes for the peasants' fire, whistling in the streets and alleys of the night sky, countless messy things, with the true yuan of the hundred miles of eagles, all came to the night sky.

Then in front of an invisible barrier, all of them were reduced to nothing, and Lijiazhuang, a radius of dozens of miles, seemed to have been completely swept away.

The pillar of light was ten zhang wide, surrounding the Baili Ying Yang's body, and the gray-white galloping figure, like a devil locked by the demon mirror, was around the Baili Yingyang's body, scurrying wildly.

The night sky resounded with the roar of a flying eagle, followed by a dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

The two Creation Realm worshippers glanced at each other and disappeared into the night sky, and a earth-shattering battle unfolded in the sky at Yunmeng's feet.

On the ground, Meng Gu and Sun Yimao had already joined the fight, and those disciples of the Transformation God Sect who came with the Qingyun Dao Leader finally made a move.

There was only Qingyun Dao Chief, who was dressed in green clothes, and he looked at the night clouds that were shattered by Zhenyuan in the night sky with a calm face, and looked at the dust raised by the corpses on the street.

A smile of secrecy flashed across his face.

"Okay, it's good to kill, the more you kill, the better, anyway, the enchanting Yunmeng, this great country, sooner or later, it will be ruined. ”

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