The autumn rain kept flapping the white oil-paper umbrella, and the rain flowed down the umbrella surface and fell on the boy's cloth shoes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old green cow quietly came to Li Molan's side, lowered his head slightly, and handed over the dragon elephant sword wrapped in cloth hanging on his horn to Li Molan.

The young man carried the dragon elephant sword behind him, held a white umbrella in his left hand, and held a wooden sword in his right hand, and continued to walk forward.

The general monastic sects mostly choose to take the mountain as the door, because the famous mountains and rivers are mostly places rich in spiritual energy, but the Qingcheng faction did not choose such a choice, but chose the Qingshui Lake, which is an elegant and quiet place, the edge of the lake is a bamboo forest with a face, in these bamboo forests, you can see some two-story and three-story pavilions and some pavilions staggered in it, the environment is beautiful, at first glance it is easy to make people think that it is a summer resort established by some rich people privately.

These pavilions are scattered, one after another, the shape is classical, it is said that the old craftsmen of Xunyang City decades ago worked hard to build, even this piece of bamboo forest is cultivated from elsewhere, it is not a lot of effort, at this moment Li Molan walked to the door of the Qingcheng faction, looking at the walls on the left and right sides and the tall and wide gate in the middle, he stepped forward and kicked it open.

This move will naturally alarm many people, at least one of the disciples in charge of guarding the door was startled that day, the entire Qingcheng faction dared to kick their own door except for the loser young master Qian Bu, no one really dared to do this, but the young master Qian was making a breakthrough in the middle of the lake in Qingshui Lake at the moment, so who was this person in front of him? Cloth clothes and shoes, holding an umbrella in his left hand and holding a sword in his right hand, the sword is a wooden sword, but he is still carrying a long strip wrapped in cloth behind him, and his face is very raw, for a while, the disciple who is guarding the door is a little confused, stretches out his finger and points at Li Molan, speechless.

"You...... Who are you!How dare you come to my Qingcheng Sect to be presumptuous!" Finally realized that something was wrong, the gatekeeper disciple Huo Zhi pulled out a sword, this gatekeeper disciple cultivated to a low level, probably in the early stage of the Enlightenment Realm, and maybe even the Enlightenment Realm did not enter, it was really a little not enough to see, but the attitude was very arrogant, and said loudly: "Do you know the fate of provoking my Qingcheng Sect?"

"I'm not interested in knowing. Li Molan said, raising his hand with a sword.

Neither used any sword moves, nor even contained too strong sword intent, just a very simple flat slash, the thousand-year-old wooden sword infused with true qi was indestructible, and it was naturally easy to cut off people's heads, and with a swoop, he slashed at this gatekeeper who was about to say a few more words.

In the blink of an eye, the head was broken, and it was extremely crisp.

Blood spurted out, the smell of blood was a little pungent, the young man frowned, and went straight over the headless corpse on the ground, directly through the main gate, and entered the bamboo forest path in the Qingcheng faction.

The trail is a little deserted because of this autumn rain, unless there are some diligent disciples in the depths of the bamboo forest, few people are willing to work hard in the rain to cultivate their minds and practice swordsmanship, and this kind of diligent disciples may be placed in places like Daomen, Emperor Zizhai, and Qiuming Mountain.

Li Molan pondered for a while, thinking about how to perfectly solve everyone and not let anyone escape, when an old man came in front of her.

From his gray beard, it is not difficult to see that this is a senior master of the Qingcheng faction, and it is likely that he is some kind of elder figure.

Li Molan thought about it, but still didn't choose to immediately pull out the dragon elephant sword behind him, but chose to still use this thousand-year-old wooden sword that was as hard as iron.

Even a cultivator of the Three Realms was still not to the point where he needed to pull out the North Sea Dragon Elephant.

However, he still paid attention to it, at least he chose to put away the white oil-paper umbrella, put it on the ground, and then drum up his true qi, and use this true qi to temporarily drain the rain around him.

The Qingcheng Sect elder who was walking in front of him did the same, and everywhere he passed, all the rain paused in mid-air before it fell, it was very magical, not as irritable as the young man's true qi.

The elder of the Qingcheng faction was slightly stunned when he saw the sword-wielding young man standing in the middle of the path in the forest, and then asked, "Who are you?"

The voice was fierce, but the heart of this Qingcheng sect elder was vigilant, and for some reason, he could vaguely feel a faint threat, it should be the young man in front of him.

Li Molan said: "I won't tell you what my name is, you just need to know that I'm here to kill people." ”

The elder of the Qingcheng faction turned pale, stared at him coldly, like a poisonous snake that wanted to devour people, and said, "Kill?"

Li Molan said seriously: "Yes, kill." ”

After speaking, he raised his arm and pointed at this Qingcheng sect elder with the tip of a thousand-year-old wooden sword.

This Qingcheng Sect elder had a gloomy face, his aura was full of energy, and he was about to say something, but he saw that Li Molan had already come with a sword.

Li Molan is not ready to deal with too many enemies at once, he wants to kill them one by one, not because there are too many people and he can't beat them, but because he is unwilling to use the Dragon Elephant Sword, he still has a lot of jerky sword moves that have not been used on people, such as the Holy Maiden Sword Technique, such as the Sword Pavilion General Outline, such as the Haoran Sword Dao that can be used as a sword technique, these all need to be experimented with, just like the one in front of him.

The people of the Qingcheng faction will not bring him much psychological burden, because these people deserve to die. In addition to the hatred from Tang Xi in his heart, there is also the responsibility of the Beihai Sword Immortal that the dry wine poem personally passed on to him, whether it is in a personal vendetta or in order to protect the people of Beihai, he should destroy the Qingcheng faction.

So he came up with a fierce sword.

Emperor Zizhai learned the second form of the Baicao Sword Gang.

Broken Army.

Sen Ran's sword intent was full of killing intent, permeating this bamboo forest.

The bamboo forests on the left and right sides were clustered because of this sword intent full of murderous intent, and even the silky autumn rain did not dare to approach here.

As soon as the army-breaking style came out, the sword qi was overwhelming, and countless qi machines disturbed the aura here, making this Qingcheng faction elder's face change suddenly!

"True kendo!"

This Qingcheng faction elder shouted these five words, his face frightened, and he wanted to retreat.

He is unarmed, what can he do to fight against a strong man who truly cultivates swordsmanship?

The sword intent was vertical and horizontal, shattering all the fighting will in the hearts of the elders of the Qingcheng faction, and the sword qi took on the posture of a sword gang and staggered on the tip of the thousand-year-old wooden sword.

The Breaking Army Style came with a killing sword intent, and with a pop, the small wooden sword pierced the Qingcheng Sect Elder's body protection aura and pierced his chest.

Blood was flying, and the gravel path in the bamboo forest was stained with some scarlet.

Li Molan's forward momentum did not stop because he penetrated the enemy's heart, and he continued to rush forward with the corpse of this Qingcheng Sect elder for dozens of steps before he could stop.

The Qingcheng Sect Elder, who had lost his life, died no longer and fell to the ground without a sound.

The crisp and neat killing moves, as well as the rather cold sword intent, this is Li Molan's evaluation of the army-breaking style.

The pavilion in the distance seemed quiet in the autumn rain, but then some shouts rang out, and at the same time there were some messy things colliding and the sound of calls getting closer.

The footsteps were getting closer, and they were so dense that it seemed that a lot of people should have come to support them.

Li Molan listened to these footsteps, her expression was a little indifferent, and she didn't react much, let alone think about pulling out the North Sea Dragon Elephant behind her.

From the other end of the gravel path in the bamboo forest, you can see a lot of people coming with swords, these people should be disciples of the Qingcheng faction, and I am afraid that they are also all the remaining people of the Qingcheng faction except for the group that Li Molan killed on the official road, a total of more than twenty people, everyone's strength is in the early or middle stage of the enlightenment realm, and it is no longer enough to describe Li Molan, just like the dry wine poems full of wine and shameless boasting about those cultivators, the local chicken and tile dog is the only adjective.

It's a local chicken and a dog.

Li Molan rushed forward, and her true qi discharged the autumn rain, attracting the bamboo forests on both sides, and even alarming these Qingcheng Sect disciples.

At this time, it seems that someone should laugh at the teenager's inadequacy?

These people naturally didn't know much about the young man, but someone saw the corpse of the Qingcheng sect elder on the ground from a distance and exclaimed, and the others were shocked, dumbfounded, and a little at a loss.

Then I don't know who instigated it, but these more than twenty young disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were ready to fight together, as if they wanted to avenge the dead Qingcheng Sect elder.

The aura of more than twenty people gathered around, and it was also able to have quite an amazing momentum, at least in the eyes of these people themselves, it was very powerful, it was incomparable, and it could easily crush the ridiculous young man holding a wooden sword in front of him.

Li Molan did not avoid the edge, and poked out a sword forward.

It's still the Seven Kills style in the Hundred Grass Sword Class.

This time it was an all-out sword, representing the real peak, the sword qi was wild, and the sword intent was permeating.

This is true kendo.

Seven sword flowers exploded in the crowd, each sword flower was seven sword shadows, in addition to the cold sword intent, there was a vertical and horizontal sword aura, accompanied by screams and blood soaring.

The small wooden sword in Li Molan's hand was completely soaked with blood, and at the same time, his originally clean and neat coarse cloth clothes were soaked in blood.

After the seven killings, there were dead bodies all over the ground, and none of them were spared.

In the autumn rain, the young man was bloody and holding a sword, as if killing immortals.

The disciples of the Qingcheng faction, except for the young master, are completely dead at this moment.