Underneath the snow was blood.

The night was not destined to be peaceful.

On a snowy night, Ping'an Fang in the outer city, an alley outside an ordinary small house.

Yi walked forward silently. His hands were clenched, and there was no expression on his face.

One step, two steps, three or four steps. He walked to the door of his house. He let go of his hand and nudged on the door, the old doorway letting out a shrill moan in the still, snowy night.

His gaze crossed the snow in front of the small courtyard, and fell on the two swordsmen in the courtyard, and said indifferently, "Who are you?"

"Sword Sect!" replied a swordsman in a white robe with pride in his calmness.

Yi looked at the long sword and sword box behind this person, and said, "You are here to kill me?"

The two swordsmen nodded coldly as they reached behind their backs.

The corners of Yi's mouth curled slightly, looked at him and said, "Then you will definitely die before me." ”

The voice did not fall.

Yi had already raised his right arm, and through the snowflakes falling from the sky, across half of the small courtyard, he attacked the two swordsmen with one punch.

With Yi's punch, a terrible roar sounded in the courtyard, and this punch even distorted the air between the three of them, rolling up snowflakes in the sky, like a snow dragon, breaking through the air!

The pupils of the two Sword Sect disciples shrank, holding the right hand of the sword hilt behind their backs, leaning forward slightly, and the long sword behind them came out of the sheath with a hum, bringing out a snow-bright sword light in the night.

Yi said that he wanted the white-shirted swordsman to die today, but the target of his first punch was not the white-shirted swordsman, but the gray-clothed swordsman beside him.

The gray-clothed swordsman was slightly surprised, but he was always vigilant. In the face of this punch that shrouded the two of them, he already had a long sword in his hand, and the long sword stabbed out, bringing out a sharp sword aura.

The roar was like a snow dragon's fist breaking through the air, piercing through the wind and snow in the sky, colliding with the sharp long sword, and making a muffled sound that made people suffocate their chests.

The gray-clothed swordsman's face became extremely pale at this moment, and it was obvious that he had suffered a big loss from the blow just now.

At this time, the white-shirted swordsman raised his eyebrows slightly, his wrist flicked, and the long sword in his palm brought out a one-zhang long sword qi that pierced Yi's face.

This is a sword that gathers his whole body cultivation, at this time, Yi just punched off the gray-clothed swordsman, how to take this sword when he was seriously injured?

Yi's face was still expressionless, because Yi's right hand fist suddenly changed after colliding with the gray-clothed swordsman's long sword.

The short nails began to grow wildly, the knuckles became thicker, and the entire left hand was enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a huge claw in an extremely strange way.

The giant claw can destroy gold and jade, and King Kong is not broken.

Demon Cult Secret Method, Yuan Tu.

Yi waved his left hand Yuan Tu, and grabbed the white-shirted swordsman and stabbed the long sword.

At this time, Yi's right fist was already slamming towards his face door with the sound of whistling wind.

Although it is not as powerful as the first punch, if it is smashed on the head, it will definitely shatter like a watermelon.

In this moment's battle, Yi revealed that he had been fighting in the cultivation world for so many years of ruthlessness and decisiveness, as well as rich experience.

Yi has walked in the world for many years, I don't know how many battles between life and death have been experienced, and the two swordsmen have practiced under the protection of the sect for many years, can there be a difference when they are about to fight?

The difference is significant.

At this time, the gray-clothed swordsman didn't expect the form to be reversed so quickly, and the long sword in his hand had not yet been attacked.

By the time he reacted and wanted to draw his sword, it was already too late.

The fist slammed into the white-shirted swordsman's face, turning his head into a crumbling watermelon.

This seemingly complicated and long process is actually only a very short moment.

When the red and white mixture drip down Yi's right hand onto the ground.

The sword shadow of the gray-clothed swordsman was just late, and the snowflakes were still slowly falling.

Yi stood in the snow, his slightly pale face had no emotion except for calmness, only to see his left hand that grabbed the white-clothed swordsman's long sword slowly shrunk, and then clenched it into a fist and punched the gray-clothed swordsman's long sword.

Scattered the snowflakes that fell from the sky, sending out a low, dull whistling. Like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet.

The majestic fist enveloped the entire space in front of him, and even the flow of vitality here became slow.

This punch, you have to take it, and you have to take it if you don't take it.

The gray-clothed swordsman had to take it.

His already pale face became even paler.

"Boom!".

The gray-clothed swordsman's long sword broke, and the gray-clothed swordsman spurted out a mouthful of blood with a puff, and fell into the snow-white courtyard, he looked at Yi in the snow with a shocked face, and muttered, "How can this be...... If you are hit by the lifeless sword qi, even if you dissolve it, you should also be seriously injured. How can this be......"

Yi raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, looked at the gray-clothed swordsman who fell to the ground, and said calmly: "I am indeed seriously injured, otherwise I would have beaten you to death with the first punch." ”

The gray-clothed swordsman was slightly stunned, and then said bitterly: "I can't imagine that a Demon Sect outcast is actually the peak of the Void Underworld......! It's only one step away from stepping into the realm of frost walking. However, you should know very well that you are contaminated with the blood debt of the Sword Sect, and you can't escape, Senior Sister said, only your blood can calm our hatred. ”

Yi swung down with a punch, shattering the gray-clothed swordsman's head, and the bright red blood stains were like a blood-red rose blooming on the snow.

He looked down at the headless corpse on the ground and said calmly, "If you want to kill me, then whether I die or not, you all have to die." ”

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps in the alley.

Yi's brows slowly raised.

......

The northern half of the outer city of the eastern capital. Bright red blood stained the snow all over the long street, and the severed limbs were almost all over the street, and the monks who were usually regarded as living Buddhas in the Baozhu Kingdom were buried under the snow, and no one cared about them, like the scene after the underground gang fight.

Two young men and women stood at the end of the long street, staring indifferently at the blood on the long street.

Xiao Yu took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the blood off the long sword, without any smug and joyful look on his face, but looked a little anxious, because he knew that although he had killed many monks of the Baozhu Kingdom, these were just small characters, and even those with a higher realm than him who could be used as a pupil sacrifice were very few, and the real masters had not yet appeared.

In the same similar scene, this long street is not the first and will not be the last.

Three monks died on Qianmen Street and four monks died on South Fifth Street.

The white snow was falling all the time, and there were signs of getting bigger.

On this snowy night, the two big forces paid an extremely heavy price because of the misestimation of the strength of a few small people.

After tonight, how will the spokespersons of these big forces such as Liumian and Murong and Zhang Xueyao react?