A terrible voice sounded in the sky, and a purple-black smoke cloud bloomed in the air, and Wen Chuanting raised his head with a strange smile on his face.

The mountains and forests are beautiful, rows of thick trees stand in a forest, neatly poking out branches, setting up greenery, shrouding the two-meter-wide stone steps in the shade of the trees, under the trunks, unknown vines are entangled, blooming with small flowers of various colors, and there are handfuls of bright sword-shaped green grass, clustered with enchanting flowers.

Step by step, step by step, ask Chuanting to pick up the steps, along the way, the color and green grass and vines match, none of them are the same, enchanting with freshness, but without losing the atmosphere.

Raising the sword upright, standing upside down behind his head, and with a ding, a thin sword was pointed at the sword body two and a half fingers wide, making a crisp sound.

One blow misses thousands of miles away, the figure follows the principle of eternal indestructibility, and retreats straight, the body shook, the space rippled, and the whole figure disappeared in front of the turned around question Chuanting.

"Hehe, since you're here, don't go!"

chuckling and sighing, the verdant long sword in his hand stabbed out leisurely, seemingly slowly, but in fact it was as fast as lightning, and the tip of the sword followed closely behind the figure, sinking straight into the ripples, and half of the sword body disappeared.

With a scream, the disappeared half of the sword was completely presented with the recovery of Wen Chuanting, the tip of the sword was stained with blood, the fingers flicked, the blood droplets were scattered, and they fell into the air, and a figure wrapped in a black tights appeared among the vines, covering his throat with his hands, gurgling blood flowed out from between his fingers, dripping on the flowers, and the bewitching flowers were even more delicate.

A pair of eyes glared at Wen Chuanting with hatred, and in an instant, the gray was pervasive, and the dead air completely drowned the divine light in the eyes, and with the first load, the whole person fell on the vine, breaking the flowers, and bending the sword-shaped green grass.

Wen Chuanting turned his head back, raised his feet again, held the long sword in his arm and crossed a mysterious arc in front of him, clanging sound, a long sword with a handle of only half of the sword body rebounded, a turn in the air, and then disappeared into the air, if it wasn't for the real sound of gold and iron colliding, there was a real impact on the sword body, it was easy to make people suspicious, and everything was just a conjecture caused by their own hallucinations.

Looking at the white marble-like houses and palaces on the mountain wall, he couldn't help but sneer, "No matter how elegant the layout is, after all, it is inevitable that the barbarism of bandits and the petty family spirit of thieves will inevitably be!"

If there is an enemy invasion, it can be blocked in a dignified manner, and this sneak attack and blocking action of Taitianmen really makes Wen Chuanting despise it from the bottom of his heart.

"In the face of one person, what will happen in the face of many invaders?" asked Chuanting couldn't help but think, he couldn't help but suspect that if he came to a crowded place, this Taitianmen might abandon his family and business, and he didn't dare to flee in embarrassment after a hearty battle.

One person and one sword, fluttering sleeves, indescribably chic, walking all the way, stepping into a housing area, until he stepped out, except for a few people sneak attack, no one stopped him, making him feel like stepping into a no-man's land.

"Is it to restrain everyone and gather in one place to fight, or is there no reaction?"

"If there is no reaction, then there is no need for this Taitianmen to exist!"

"Since as the five major sects of the human race, standing on the periphery of the human race area and guarding the defense line of the human race, it can actually be in such a situation, not to mention being nervous and vigilant against the invasion of the demon race at all times, even if it is a little wary, it will not be so much that it has not reacted until now!"

"The comfort of life and the high-minded mentality have completely corroded them from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and the bloody and passionate nature of the human race has also been consumed by this kind of superiority overlooking all living beings!"

Asking Chuanting really has a kind of madness of fighting with a sword, holding a long sword, shaking it step by step, the speed is not how fast, almost a stroll, not because he is arrogant, but because of disappointment, he wants to see the reaction of Taitianmen, to see how rotten it is.

He is here to seek revenge, revenge is not to exterminate everything, and he does not dare to burn the entire mountain with a fire, the human race needs a line of defense, and someone needs to charge ahead, kill them all, who will guard, who will stop the unpredictable attack of the demon clan?

Kill a batch and keep a batch, this is the best choice, but looking at the current state, Wen Chuanting can't help but have the urge to destroy and reforge in his heart, destroy, completely destroy, destroy without leaving a trace, dig up the roots together, and then recast, give Taitianmen a new life, a different new life, a sect that sincerely protects the human race and performs the mission of resisting demons.

Everyone has a mission, everyone is struggling, for family happiness, for a comfortable life, for prosperity and well-off, for being high. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, what to stand in and what to say, since standing on the top of the mountain, then look down on the mountains, wake up to the power, then exercise the authority.

No one is exempt!

Standing in the pit and not pulling the poop, then I'm sorry, you are already in the ranks of being cleared.

Every time I take an extra step, every time I go up a step, I feel a little heavier.

The signal of the enemy attack was sent early, and Wen Chuanting also gave them too much time to react, and they had already entered the second building area, walking more than ten kilometers unhurriedly.

The people of three or three turned out from the back of the house together, hanging their swords from their waists, or holding their hands on the hilt of the sword, or their hands hanging down easily, with a playful smile on their faces, and there was no tension at all.

Wen Chuan was stunned, he was ready for battle, but he didn't expect that the other party just glanced lightly, and then walked by.

Dumbfounded, really dumbfounded, "Is there such a disciple? Didn't you see the warning signal in the sky? Didn't you hear that sharp warning signal?"

On the eaves, Wen Chuanting's heart was pierced again, and the huge hammer smashed on his heart, making him depressed and angry, and there was nowhere to vent.

The hatred in my heart, of course, was not there at this moment, and all of them turned into killing intent, and I couldn't wait to raise my sword to kill these disciples in front of me, and slaughter the Taitianmen up and down fiercely, and clean them all once.

Until I met another person, who hurriedly came from the mountain, "Who are you? Look at your clothes, you don't look like an inner disciple?!"

A faint surprise appeared in his heart, "It seems that Taitianmen is not incorrigible, and someone is still on alert!"

As soon as this thought appeared, it was shattered by the next sentence of the comer.

"Well, whether you are an inner disciple or not, now follow me down the mountain first, the senior brother on duty at the mountain gate just now seems to have sent some signal, see what is going on, you run errands for me!"

Asked Chuanting was speechless, "It's not that I'm on alert, but to see what is going on, and I will be arrested at will!"

"Foolish, foolish!"

The eight characters suddenly bloomed from the bottom of the heart, the figure was fluttering, and reappeared, a ray of verdant light bloomed, and from this person swept over his chest, slapped out with his backpalm, and printed on his back.

"For the sake of your intention to investigate, I will spare your life for the time being!" The depression in his heart was difficult to soothe, and he bloomed with a rich gaze that could not dissolve the murderous intent, and watched the man roll down the stone stairs like a gourd.

He exhaled roughly, but he still couldn't release the anger in his heart. The staring eyes looked up into the distance, hidden among the white clouds, like a fairyland-like scaly house, "I have really completely lost my vigilance, and I can't even distinguish the type of signal." ”

Asking Chuanting all the way unimpeded, except for that person, the three or five groups of disciples he met along the way, no one stepped forward to ask, no one questioned him about his clothes different from the disciples of Taitianmen, and no one intercepted and asked if it was the elder's disciple.

Strong patience surging with murderous intent, he walked past the group of disciples, not looking at the curious gaze of someone between them.

Although he really wanted to kill the disciples of Taitianmen he encountered, he was not a bloodthirsty madman after all, and he lost his vigilance, and it was not the responsibility of the low-level disciples, but the high-level, the ruling class of the Taitianmen in power.

The upper echelons have lost their vigilance, and the lower echelons have lost their vigilance.