Xuanyang City is huge, big enough to accommodate a million people living here.

The city has a long history, almost as old as the history of the Bactrian Dynasty. There are as many cultivators who have been here as many as those who have been here, who are still here, and even those who have died here, and even if they are great cultivators of the Void Realm, there are at least double digits in the bright and dark places of Xuanyang City.

Most of those great cultivators were in the service of the imperial court or believers in the state religion, and a few came from other places, such as the three major sects and some other minor sects. It is under the gaze of these people that Xuanyang City has not had any major chaos for many years, even if there are occasional small winds and rains, after all, it can't make any big waves.

Below the Distraction Realm, cultivators who have reached this realm can have a closer connection with their Horcruxes, so much so that the owner of the Horcruxes can drive objects and even fly with swords. But just like the iron law that has remained unchanged for thousands of years in the cultivation world, there is a huge gap between the Distraction Realm and the Void Realm after all, and a great cultivator in the Void Initial Realm can even deal with two or more Distraction Realms at the same time. If it is a one-on-one life-and-death fight, the Distraction Realm has the hope of severely damaging the Void Realm, but if it is to kill the other party, it is too difficult.

Once in the Void Realm, cultivators can use their soul power to make themselves fly in the air, and they can even practice those extremely powerful supernatural exercises, which are two high mountains that are almost impossible for cultivators in the Distraction Realm to overcome.

Under the void, they are all ants.

However, now the people in Xuanyang City rarely remember that many years ago, on Xuanwu Street in Xuanyang City, a legend happened.

A cultivator at the peak realm of distraction, with a single sword, killed a state religious priest who had turned into a low-grade state.

The most incredible aspect of this matter is naturally that this swordsman broke that iron law. But behind the scenes, there are also some other things that others are talking about.

Needless to say, the status of the state religion in Great Xia, and anyone who can hold the position of a priest is naturally a person who enjoys a high status and reputation in the state religion. Such a person died in the capital, and the state religion did not take any action afterwards, not even a single speech.

Why is that?

What kind of grudge did the swordsman who survived this life-and-death struggle have and the priest who eventually died? So much so that he did not hesitate to do anything in the capital.

What ordinary people don't know is that, in fact, the state religion does not do nothing, they actually do a lot of things in the shadows. Including the imperial court, including the army, a lot of things have been done.

Otherwise, such a legend would not have been forgotten by people so quickly, and only existed in the night.

Many years later, no one on the Tilting Cloud Pavilion knew that in that legend, there was a famous sword with a dark body that had played a vital role.

Xiao Xuan looked at the reactions of everyone in the audience, and felt a little emotional, and had a further understanding of Ye Qingshan's status here.

Just raised his hand, the sword is still in the sheath, or the only hand, can make so many gangsters who usually show their fierceness jealous, what kind of power is this?

The top floor of the Tilting Cloud Pavilion is really a very large place, even so, it is impossible to be big enough to allow hundreds of people to charge and deploy. What's more, under the cultivator's flying sword, the lives of ordinary people were really less valuable than the aquatic plants in the river, and in a space of this size, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

Ye Qingshan didn't sigh, he held the sword in front of him, and said softly: "Give you a chance to let your subordinates leave." He looked at Ouyang Sheng and said, "Ouyang Gang Master, you can't cultivate, you can leave." ”

The reactions of the people in the South Gang when they heard this sentence were different, there were those who were timid and showed a relieved expression when they knew that they had a chance to live, and some men who were not lacking in blood clenched their fists and looked at Ye Qingshan through gritted teeth, their eyes were sharp, as if they were going to eat the other party alive.

Tang Cheng frowned, unhappy but unable to speak. In his thoughts, the nearly 100 brave and strong men may not be the opponent of a Distraction Realm cultivator, but they can somewhat consume the opponent's soul power, so his chances of winning are a little greater.

In his eyes, even his own subordinates, even if they were nearly a hundred lives, were just increasing the weight of victory.

But Ouyang Sheng was still there, and he didn't have a chance to speak.

Ouyang Sheng didn't want to retreat, because he knew better than anyone that if Tang Cheng was defeated, it would mean a complete defeat for the Southern Gang in this battle. If Tang Cheng died, even the Southern Gang would become a symbol in the history of Xuanyang City.

But his hesitation didn't last long, as he thought of something else.

Soon, Ouyang Sheng led a group of men in the gang to retreat, and there were only four people left in the field.

Yes, four people, not three.

Ye Qingshan, Tang Cheng, Xiao Xuan, and a lean man in the Southern Gang.

The man swallowed his saliva and said astringently: "Gang Leader Ouyang and Deputy Gang Leader Tang are the people I admire the most, I can't go." ”

Tang Cheng looked at the man who was standing motionless and resolute not far away, his face became a little cloudy in the swaying candlelight, and he pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

Soon, he stopped looking at the man, but slowly raised his sword.

A silvery-white sword.

Unlike Ye Qingshan's black ink lotus sword, which was thin and long, on the contrary, this silver-white sword was much wider, and it looked a little thicker, which was completely different from the flying sword used by the cultivators Xiao Xuan had seen.

Another battle between cultivators was about to begin, Xiao Xuan got up from his chair and silently retreated far behind Ye Qingshan.

The next moment, without leaving him much time to think, Tang Cheng over there had already moved first.

He raised his hands and swung them in mid-air at great speed, his fingertips constantly changing, and he pinched out a sword technique. The silver-white sword began to tremble in a low voice, and before the exhalation and breath were completed, the white sword came out of its sheath and turned into a snow-white sword light, piercing Ye Qingshan's face.

With a snap, the wind from the sword light crushed the window edge, and the cool night breeze poured in from the window, blowing out all the candles in the room.

The top floor of the Tilting Cloud Pavilion was plunged into darkness, and only a few moonlights could see the situation inside.

In that darkness, white became whiter.

This silver-white light was so fast, it dragged out a long straight line in the air, and the long line was also silvery-white, and at the end of the line was the black ink lotus.

Ye Qingshan's lips opened slightly, his face was shrouded in shadows, and the sound of Mo Lian's sword also turned into a streamer of light.

When the two sword lights met, it was a series of dense ding-ding-ding-ding.

Xiao Xuan squinted his eyes in the dark, he had long been accustomed to seeing things in the dark, but at this moment, the speed of the two swords was moving too fast, so that he could only see the remnants of the Dao.

Soon, the white sword shadow seemed to show its decline, meandering against the wall and flying at high speed, like a white ghost floating in the silent night, drawing one cruel arc after another in the empty and quiet room, as if the next moment, it might pierce the opponent's body, bringing out a puff of blood red.

The black Ink Lotus Sword fluttered lightly, turning low and winding in a silent place, cutting off those white arcs again and again, forcing the other party to fly back upside down, it did not disappear in the darkness, but the sword body glowed with a faint halo.

It's like a lotus flower blooming in the dark.

Suddenly, a muffled snort came from the darkness, and the place where the sound came from was far away, and Xiao Xuan knew that it came from Tang Cheng on the other side.

With a snap, the white sword light stagnated in mid-air, breaking into two in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Xuan sighed lightly in his heart, presumably in the many times before when swords collided with each other, the silver-white flying sword had already gained the upper hand, and at this moment he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The flying sword of a cultivator is infused with the soul power of the master, and if the sword is broken, the person will naturally be injured.

It looks like the winner has been decided.

It's just that Xiao Xuan knows very well in his heart that things are not so simple.

As if to confirm his suspicions, a loud popping sound came from nowhere.

There is light that rises in the darkness and disappears in a flash.

At that time, the Mo Lian Sword was still parked in mid-air not far away, and with a bang, where the sword body stopped, a ball of light flashed, and something exploded there.

Someone jumped out of the darkness.

Someone roared in the darkness.

Someone else fell to the ground with a loud bang in the darkness.

For a moment, the whole attic shook and the cups and plates shattered to the ground.

When Xiao Xuan groped in secret for a long time and lit the candlestick in the room again, this battle really ended.

But alas, he didn't see what was going on at all.

The lean man's eyes were wide open, his eyes were full of unwillingness and fear, and something had pierced a small bloody hole in the middle of his forehead, Tang Cheng propped up his body with one hand and sat on the ground with great difficulty, his originally blue face had turned snow white at this time.

And Ye Qingshan was still sitting in place, but the wine glass in front of him was already empty.

Tang Cheng looked at this person with a complicated expression and screamed, "How is this possible!"

"You only have one hand!"

"You only have a sword!"

"Where the hell did that second sword come from?"

Ye Qingshan did not speak.

He raised his hand again and whispered a string of characters that looked like Taoist mantras.

Xiao Xuan looked down at his feet, where there was a wine jug lying on the ground, faintly exuding a rich aroma of wine.

An amber liquid dripped from the spout, but it didn't fall to the ground.

The dripping liquor, as if pushed by some invisible force, flowed between Ye Qingshan's palms under the illumination of the candlelight.

The wine in the jug eventually drained, forming an amber ball in another place, where it hung silently.

Looking at such a scene, Xiao Xuan was speechless.

Tang Cheng was shocked beyond measure, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The next moment, a black lotus flower bloomed in his chest and abdomen.

It's just that there are bright red drips on the petals of that ink lotus, which looks a little cruel.

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When following Ye Qingshan in the alley behind the Tilting Cloud Pavilion, Xiao Xuan listened to the low chanting from the Qinglou taverns that were still in business in the distance, and said with some doubts: "That's it?"

He was referring to the fact that this time the battle between the north and south gangs was obviously to the point of incompatibility, among the huge southern gang, there were only three people killed before and after, although for Ouyang Sheng, it would be very painful, even painful to the bone marrow, but that fat man has been operating in the dark night of Xuanyang City for all these years, it is impossible to be willing to quit like this, right?

Ye Qingshan stopped and didn't answer, because someone blocked the way of the two of them.

At the other end of the alley, there was a crowd of people in the dark, and it was difficult to count how many people were standing there for a while. And the leader is naturally the leader of the Southern Gang who retreated before.

Seeing the last important figure of the Southern Gang appear, Ye Qingshan's face could vaguely see a sense of regret, he shook his head, and sighed lightly: "Tonight, I didn't plan to kill so many people. ”

Hearing the other party's words so lightly, as if he knew from the beginning that he would definitely stand to the end, the fat on Ouyang Sheng's face shook again, "You know, whether it's you or me, it's just a dog fed by those big people, and many things are not up to you." ”

was said to be a dog, but the arrogant swordsman was not angry, but said to Xiao Xuan beside him: "Exorcism is certainly a powerful means that cultivators can use, but for a true swordsman, only when the sword is held in his hand, he can be a real swordsman. ”

"The sword that is held in the hand of the swordsman is the real sword. ”