The hall was brightly lit, and all the helmsmen of the World Sword Alliance rushed here. Ｅ』┡ 』．

The first is to discuss how to deal with the Lingnan cultivation community, and the second is to celebrate the ninetieth birthday of the old alliance leader.

Wei Xiaofei, the white-bearded old alliance leader, sat in the high hall to accept everyone's toast, he was nearly 100 years old, he drank a lot, anyway, tomorrow is his birthday, he was drinking to a dry cup, and he drank happily.

Zhuo Zangfeng landed lightly at the door of the hall, and the two warriors in charge of guarding were about to scold, but they didn't guard against his swift sword, and the Qingfeng Dao Sword had already stabbed the eyebrows of the two of them, and the corpses fell silently.

The anger in his heart has been endured to the limit, and he has probably known the bad deeds of the World Sword Alliance along the way.

However, this time, he didn't care whether the Sword Alliance was a force in the rivers and lakes, or a cultivating sect, whether it was a famous and decent family or a crooked sect.

All the anger in his heart was directed at one thing, avenging Lu Wuxian.

The crowd in the hall was getting drunk, and no one noticed that the guards at the door had turned into corpses.

Zhuo Zangfeng pulled out the Qingfeng Dao Sword and kicked open the door.

The heavy wooden door shattered under the force of his feet, and sawdust flew everywhere.

When he landed, his body was as light as a swallow, and his breath control was so wonderful that even the old alliance leader Wei Xiaofei's grandmaster-level cultivator couldn't notice it.

The gate shattered, and all eyes were on it.

When it became clear that he was a murderous little Taoist priest and that there was no helper behind him, the first thought of these masters of the Sword Alliance was that this Taoist priest was bold enough to be like a moth to a fire.

Wei Xiaofei laughed, his eyes were like electricity, he squinted at the little Taoist priest with an awe-inspiring expression at the door, and said angrily: "Which sect disciple are you?

These words were said very proudly, and after he finished speaking, he calmly commanded: "Kill!"

"Yes!"

The excited sword alliance masters respectfully agreed.

Zhuo Zangfeng's long sword surrounded him, and he said coldly: "Today I want to turn the World Sword Alliance into a sea of blood!

The rudder lord didn't care about the other party's intentions at all, as long as he dared to collide with the Sword Alliance, he would be killed regardless of whether it was right or wrong, so he was the first to strike.

A short knife flew out of his sleeve, and the rudder scurried forward like lightning, stabbing straight into the chest of the attacking enemy.

He didn't have time to distinguish the other party's cultivation background, seeing that the other party was young, he had a contemptuous heart, and in the cold of the blade, his body was in a straight line with the blade, intending to kill with one blow.

It's a pity that his cultivation is too poor, Zhuo Zangfeng's Qingfeng Dao Sword was slightly light, and a sharp sword qi split the short knife in his hand, and then the sword qi run, saying that his entire arm was split, and then he pulled a sword flower.

This sword flower was by no means the cheesy sword flower that he pretended to be in the Heavenly Sword Sect at the beginning, but it condensed his thousands of sword yuan qi.

The sword flower flashed, and the rudder master's whole person suddenly turned into a rain of blood, and he was instantly ground into minced meat under the sword qi.

Wei Xiaofei sensed that there was a strong sword intent in this little Taoist's sword aura, and it was too late to help. As soon as his thoughts moved, the rudder master was already dead.

"What a fast sword! What a powerful sword intent!"

The old alliance leader finally understood that the little Taoist priest in front of him was not an ordinary person, and his eyes became solemn.

Hold the sword flower again, one sword to the left, one sword to the right.

As "the wind and autumn rain shine sleeplessly", the right is "the flowers bloom undefeated and treat the gentleman".

The two swords are the simplest swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but because of the supreme sword intent, these two swords have the momentum of opening the world.

Two swords came out, just two swords, and those sword alliance masters who pounced on them fell eight more in an instant.

The sword parts of the eight people are all in the center of the eyebrows, except for a little red between the eyebrows, there are no other scars.

Wei Yuting is the Great Sword Master Cultivation Realm, and he gasped at a glance.

It's just a matter of being quick with the sword, but in this understatement, the breeze-like sword momentum hides an extremely terrifying supreme sword intent.

The sword points at the center of the eyebrows, but the sword intent can destroy the internal organs of the middle sword in an instant.

The cultivation of these middle swordsmen who fell in front of him was above the sword master-level cultivation, and they had no power to parry, which showed that the little Taoist in front of him was at least a grandmaster-level peak realm cultivation.

A rain of blood was sprinkled in the spacious hall, Zhuo Zangfeng's lips were pursed, and the long sword rushed out, like a belt of light connecting the moonlight, and the brilliant sword intent was everywhere, like the Yangtze River rolling and roaring.

The disciple of the Sword Alliance closest to him was instantly crushed by the sword qi, and along with the tables, chairs, benches, porcelain plates, and teacups, they all turned into powder.

Those who have a higher cultivation level quickly retreat, and under the movement of their bodies, their vitality automatically resists, and at the same time, they turn around, as if they are facing a great enemy.

A servant who delivered vegetables happened to come to see this bloody scene, and before he could exclaim, Zhuo Zangfeng's left shoulder was slightly raised, and the Qingfeng Dao Sword instantly split him into two pieces.

Even the subordinates didn't let go, this little Taoist priest should be really ruthless.

The old leader of the Sword Alliance, who was murderous, only knew the ruthlessness of others, but he never thought about how much blood he had on his hands.

"Kill your dog's head and lodge your revenge!"

When Zhuo Zangfeng said this, it was like a strong wind blowing in the hall, and everyone changed color when they heard it.

The Qingfeng Dao sword roared like a tide of rage, and the moving sword qi directly slashed the heads of the eighteen masters of the World Sword Alliance, and then hung in the air, whining and trembling.

At the same time as the corpse fell, Wei Yuting's face changed drastically, and a snow-bright Yanling knife appeared in the palm of his hand, staring intently at the enemy in front of him.

The other party dared to rush into the Sword Alliance alone, so he naturally came prepared, but he was too young.

Thinking about it, this young alliance master couldn't remember when such a terrible cultivator appeared in the rivers and lakes, or in the Fangwai sect.

Countless thoughts flew through his mind, thinking of using profit to persuade the other party and turn enemies into friends, which was not realistic.

The disciples of the Sword Alliance who have died, it is not worth risking their lives to avenge them, the great enemy is at present, and everything is important to the general rudder.

In fact, what he was most worried about was that this little Taoist priest still had helpers, but he was afraid that there would be some unexpected peerless cultivators.

His brows furrowed slightly, his lips pursed slightly, and Zhuo Zangfeng felt that the vitality in his body was turning like a tide, and he did not feel the slightest stagnation.

Liu Laodao said that he was just a grandmaster-level peak realm cultivator, and in front of him, this master still underestimated himself.

Thinking of Lu Wuxian's uncertain life and death, that bloody appearance appeared in front of him, and the anger in his chest couldn't stop surging.

Taking a step forward, he glared at the crowd in front of him, and said sharply, "Who are the six Sword Alliance helmsmen who participated in the killing of Master Lu You's son that day?"

In front of him, a young man who had not dried up, was domineering, although his cultivation was terrifying, but with the old alliance leader like this, he would definitely not be able to leave the helm alive.

Chen, Feng, Chu, Wei, Liu, and Sun came out at the same time.

No one hesitated, this was the best time to perform in front of the old league leader and the young league leader.

They stood up with a righteous and awe-inspiring attitude, willing to take any responsibility for the Sword Alliance.

Looking at the tall, short, fat and thin six helmsmen in front of him, Zhuo Zangfeng sneered:

"I'll cut off your limbs first!"