Wutong Town is located in the north of Heluo, about 900 miles away from Huiyin Mountain, this area is surrounded by mountains and dense forests. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, the Xuangui Sect was at the back of the town, and this radius of thousands of miles was under the control of the Xuangui Sect; today's Pin Jianxuan is already extremely prosperous, but it is still inferior to the Xuangui Sect in its heyday, plus nearly half of the disciples who had to be separated in order to protect Meiyin Mountain, Pin Jianxuan's control over this area is far less than that of the Xuangui Sect back then.

And although the Xuan Ghost Sect has been destroyed, the remnants of the various branches under their command have not been dispersed, they have been operating for many years, and they have already taken root in some important towns, even with the strength of Pin Jianxuan, it is difficult to uproot them all, so many years can only turn a blind eye, as long as they don't do anything sensational, Pin Jianxuan is too lazy to trouble them.

However, in recent years, the demons in this area have become more and more unscrupulous, first some people kill people to take their hearts, and then some people steal boys and girls, and then what is the yin to supplement the yang, the demon method of gathering blood for the pool has sprung up one by one, Wutong Town suddenly panicked, and every day before it gets dark, the house is closed.

But those demons come and go like the wind, how can these mortals deal with it? Seeing the tragedy in the town intensifying, they can only turn to the high-ranking "immortal", Pin Jianxuan.

After hearing this, the Venerable Lord of Pin Jian Xuan was greatly annoyed, and immediately sent ten disciples under his sect to investigate, who expected that they had just come to fight with that group of demons on the same night, and they were actually the people of the four halls under the command of the ghost king of the Xuan Ghost Sect in the past; they were all veterans who had been mixed in the demon path for many years, and the new demons were also very ruthless, and eight of the disciples of Pin Jian Xuan died as soon as they fought with them.

Pin Jianxuan was furious, and immediately sent more manpower, not only sending a lot more manpower, but also sending Yang Yuan, a swordsmith with extremely high cultivation in the sect, to come to the town, and the demons in each hall were reined in.

It's just that this is just a convergence on the surface, and secretly the people of Pinjian Xuan and the remnants of the Xuan Ghost Sect are fighting more intensely.

Today's Wutong Town is the same as in the past, there are no waves during the day, but in the evening, the atmosphere changes abruptly, and the town is cloudy and windy, and the ghost is full of ghosts.

As night fell, the long cobblestone streets were closed and the lights were turned off, and the whole town was plunged into darkness with only a few bits of light.

The two disciples of Pin Jian Xuan walked from the end of the long street with swords on their backs and lanterns, and the person on the left was carrying a small leather drum in his hand, once he encountered a demon, as long as he beat this leather drum, the rest of the senior brothers would come.

Naturally, the immortal family would not shout boring words such as "the weather is dry, be careful of the fire candles" like the night patrol catcher, and the disciple on the right would take off the peachwood sword and bend his fingers and strike lightly after the two of them walked out of the road, to inform the townspeople who had fallen asleep that there were disciples of Pin Jianxuan, and no demon would dare to attack.

"Senior Brother Wang, these days those remnants of the Xuan Ghost Sect have become more and more presumptuous, it just so happens that in recent days, my Pin Jianxuan has sent a few worship posts to the Iron Sword Gate, the Sword Washing Ice River, the Sword Worship Red Mansion and other sects;

The junior brother on the left said.

The senior brother on the right smiled and said, "Silly boy, you care about this sect, why did you turn pale with fear when the demon of the Blood Hall attacked the night before?"

One of these two people is surnamed Wang and the other is surnamed Zhou, and they have been in the business for less than a year.

Senior Brother Zhou's face turned red, and then his face turned angry, and he said: "The demon methods of the Blood Hall are too vicious, and the spells are strange, and they actually swallow babies alive to forcibly improve their skills;

"Hmph, the next time I see him, I'll cut him into seventeen or eighteen pieces",

He hated the authentic.

"Knock, knock", the two were talking when they suddenly heard the sound of drums in the east.

"The demon is coming", the two of them changed their faces, looked at each other and sacrificed their flying swords, and the sword rose; as soon as they flew up, they saw two black shadows on the long street to the east speeding by, both of them were wrapped in black robes, carrying cages against the wall like the wind, and there was a fishy wind everywhere they passed, and there was a faint cry of a baby.

More than a dozen disciples of Pinjian Xuan were in hot pursuit, many of them were actually injured, and their bodies were covered with blood, and several disciples had a bloody handprint printed on their chests, and they were shaky, obviously holding on extremely reluctantly.

"Demon, today I have punished you",

The junior brother surnamed Zhou was stunned when he saw it, and regardless of the strong magic skills of the two, the spiritual power urged the flying sword under his feet to shoot out with a roar.

"Senior Brother .....",

The disciple surnamed Wang was about to remind him to be careful, but before he finished speaking, he had already flown out more than ten zhang.

He was intercepting and killing from the west, and this madness was even more offensive and undefensive, it was a desperate momentum, and the two demons were caught off guard, and the red light in the eyes of the person on the left flashed and he poked it through, and the long sword passed through his body.

The man on the right didn't even look at it, he jumped on the roof and turned into a black shadow and swept by, and his strange body made the disciples of Pin Jianxuan only sigh

The crimson eyes stared at him.

Senior Brother Zhou was stunned at first, obviously he didn't expect that he would succeed so easily, but then he saw that the cage in this person's hand was actually a two or three-year-old boy, who was trembling and crying in fright at this time, he was furious, and he was about to dissect his body with all his strength.

"Demons, ..... to death",

"Peng",

"Click",

Unexpectedly, before his sword moved, he suddenly heard a muffled sound, and the man's blood-red palm slapped heavily on his heart, and the strong energy penetrated through, his chest was first broken inch by inch, and then even the skin and flesh were all corrupted, making a "hissing" sound, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest that could pass through the palm.

Senior Brother Zhou's eyes fell straight open, and he didn't understand how that person could still use the sword in his heart until he died.

The man smiled darkly, pulled out his heart's long sword casually, slapped two palms with his backhand, and the red light flashed, and the disciples chasing behind knew the power of this bloody handprint, and hurriedly dodged;

"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Zhou",

Senior Brother Wang flew over, but only saw the eyes on the ground wide open, dead and blind, remembering that he had been following behind him "Senior Brother Senior Brother" call, every day he fantasized about the high spirits when he became a great swordsmith, but in the blink of an eye it became a cold corpse, he only felt that the sky was spinning in front of him, and he almost wanted to faint.

Tears fell from his eyes, and he slammed his fist on the ground, gritting his teeth and chasing after the man.

However, it was too late to chase after him at this time, and the man's body method was much faster than him, and the yin laughter spread ten zhang with the wind, and it was almost outside the town.

The farther Senior Brother Wang chased after the voice, the anger at first dissipated and then despair, the darkness in front of him was like a demon's mouth wanting to choose someone to devour, he staggered a few steps forward, only to feel exhausted, he dropped his sword with a "clang", and knelt on the ground and couldn't help crying loudly.

"Sneer",

At this moment, a sword roar suddenly sounded in front of him, and then an arm flew high, Senior Brother Wang was startled, only to hear the fleeing demon let out a miserable scream, as if terrified: "You... Who are you?",

"Worship the sword of the Red Mansion, Gongsun Jian", a person laughed softly in the dark, and the laughter was mixed with the slight neighing of horses.

"Ahh

Immediately there was another scream, and the other demon seemed to have encountered a strong enemy, only to hear him say angrily: "You are the Wind and Thunder Twin Swords of the Cangcheng Sword Sect?"

"Hmph",

"The south wind knows what I want, the night is cold and the crow is silent, the thunder shakes the Qinling Mountains, and a sword cuts the world",

A woman snorted coldly, and slowly stepped out of the poem, and a little blue streamer shot out from the darkness, and the lightning cut through the dark night like a sharp sword.