At night, the moon is as cool as water, the willow trees by the pond sway in the wind, and the center of the pond is silvery white.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the willow branches swaying with the wind suddenly and violently, and a tall figure appeared on the edge of the pond.

He was nearly a foot tall and majestic, and his broad silk coat could not cover his bulging chest and the bulge on his arms, which were dragged to the ground by two iron cables, and his gloomy eyes were fixed on the plaque of the inn and the bright lights in the inn.

When he heard the slightly cheerful voice inside, his gloomy eyes shone with a cold light.

This is just an ordinary inn, the inn is temporarily occupied by the people of Jing Xianju, Jing Xianju is an insignificant small branch of Confucianism, the entire academy adds up to only a few tens of hundreds of people, this time there are only a dozen sent to the northern region, it is impossible for them to welcome back the reincarnated saints, they have no ambition to come here, just to pay homage to the holy relics, so as not to be used by people to preach Jing Xianju.

However, such a small sect that has no quarrel with the world seems to be unable to escape.

"Beware, everyone",

Jing Xianju's little swordsman, Zhang Ping, suddenly moved in his heart and stood up vigilantly.

"Hula",

The man who came from the night suddenly smiled, shook his thick arm violently, and rushed vigorously, and the iron chain wrapped around his thick arm screamed and collapsed straight, and swept straight across the air.

"Peng Peng" twice, the two horses tied to the door of the inn were swept away by the wind, and they didn't even have time to snort, and immediately turned into two clouds of blood mist and flew away.

Then there was a loud bang, and the entire roof was blown away, and everyone in the inn was suddenly frightened like chaff, and one by one they screamed and ran away.

"Don't panic, if you have a horse, you can get on the horse, and if you don't have a horse, I'll drag him",

Knowing that it is not easy to come to someone, it is impossible to save everyone with his skills, Zhang Ping can only come up with this strategy.

Heavy iron chains swept overhead, and several scholars who were powerless turned into a cloud of blood mist before they could escape.

"Whew",

Before Zhang Ping could get angry, another iron chain had already slammed out of the darkness, and when the chain broke through the air, it made a rapid whistling sound, as if a demon was roaring, and the man's two iron ropes were like a soul asking for his life.

"The iron rope of the wicked pit across the river?",

Zhang Ping saw the man striding in from a distance, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

In the night, he could only see his burly figure that was more than a foot tall and his eyes blooming with evil light under the moonlit night, and just such a body and eyes gave him a strong sense of oppression.

With a flick of his wrist, he took out his sword decisively, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the iron cable that swept heavily, and it was immediately a "dang" sound, and his long sword was broken as soon as the iron chain moved.

The iron cable Hengjiang of the wicked pit is also a famous master as early as 30 years ago, he was born as a blacksmith, and his two arms have the strength of a thousand catties, and the two iron cables he forged himself are three zhang long, one foot thick, extremely hard, containing evil gas, and have the ability to expand and contract, he once used these two iron cables to pull two mountains, and also tied eighteen big boats on the river surface, so that it is difficult to move a minute, and it is nicknamed "Iron Cable Hengjiang" by people,

Although Zhang Ping is known as the "little swordsman" and is a bit famous, how can he compare with this great master who has been famous for 30 years? Five swords came out one after another, and the five swords were broken by the iron chain one after another, and seeing that the iron chain had already arrived in front of him, Gangfeng hunted, and he instinctively lowered his head to avoid this fierce blow.

Immediately behind him, there were several explosions of "Peng Peng", and the three scholars immediately exploded under the iron chains, and blood mist flew out.

"Abominable",

Zhang Ping was furious in his heart, the five swords he was wearing had been broken, he picked up an iron sword on the table, and turned his wrist into a silver light and stabbed towards the iron rope across the river, but he couldn't get close to the tall man, the iron rope was like a poisonous snake shuttling in the dark, stabbing into his chest with a "snort", and coming out of the back of his heart.

"Hmm... Puff.......",

Zhang Ping opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't have any resistance, and his body was thrown out along with the chain.

The gap between the foundations cannot be bridged by swordsmanship.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion or something else, at this moment he seemed to hear footsteps coming quickly from far and near.

As soon as the iron rope Hengjiang's wrist moved, he wanted to shake this little swordsman who didn't know the height of the sky and the earth into pieces, but before his evil qi broke out, a figure suddenly flashed behind Zhang Ping.

The person who came pressed one hand on Zhang Ping's back, and the abundant aura came out of the palm and poured into his body, and then flowed out along his body, and it actually suppressed the evil qi of the iron cable Hengjiang tyrant, like two tides violently collided, and finally it was the evil qi of the iron cable Hengjiang that was forced back.

"Huh?",

The chill in Hengjiang's eyes was even worse, blue and faint, and his eyes beating like ghost fire stared coldly at the man who suddenly joined the battle group.

The person who came was only thirty years old, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like stars, a very young face, but a short beard on his chin, which looked more mature and stable than his real age.

The Confucian shirt on his body moved with the wind, and the person who came put his aura into Zhang Ping's body, and slashed at the heavy iron chain with a sword in his hand, and immediately there was a spark splashing with "dang", and the iron chain trembled and was withdrawn from Zhang Ping's body.

The intense pain made Zhang Ping scream, and the man in the Confucian shirt poured abundant aura into him to help him stabilize his injuries.

"Good strong foundation",

Feeling the majestic aura and strength on the iron chain, the iron rope Hengjiang couldn't help but praise.

Zhang Ping saw his jade-like face, the star-like eyes, and the ordinary long sword in his hand, but with a neutral and peaceful atmosphere, his eyes suddenly moved, and said, "Jun... Gentleman's Sword, you... You're from the Kenwenkan... Pavilion Master Yan?",

The man nodded slightly, put him down slightly, and walked lightly towards the chain across the river.

"Is the face of the Xianwen Pavilion flawless, hey, I have admired the name for a long time, but I don't know how much ability you have as a junior? Can you block me with a few punches and a few palms?",

Tiesuo Hengjiang's eyes flashed with fierce light, he has been famous for thirty years, when he was crisscrossing the cultivation world, Yan Wufang and Zhuang Jiangshang were just two little scholars in the Xianwen Pavilion, and now, one of them is called the "Pearl of the Wenli", and the other is known as the "gentleman flawless", but for Tiesuo Hengjiang, the junior is the junior, even if he becomes the owner of the Xianwen Pavilion, there is nothing worthy of his high look.

Yan Wufang didn't have any words, but with a backhand sword, he slashed out the heavily hit iron chain, and then the three swords were linked, and the three fierce sword qi came one after another, slashing towards the iron rope across the river.