Fengcheng, since the early hours of this morning, there has been a person standing outside the city gate.

A middle-aged man.

The face of the national character, dressed in a red robe, and carrying a big simple knife behind his back.

"Squeak."

The gates opened, and the middle-aged man stepped forward to enter the city.

"Who? Put down your weapon and get it inspected. ”

The soldiers defending the city were furious when they saw that someone had entered the city without inspection.

The middle-aged man's face was calm, and he walked slowly towards the halberd in the hands of the soldiers defending the city.

The soldier was even more angry when he saw that the man was unmoved, but the man's eyes were cold, and the closer he got to the soldier, the more the soldier felt furious in his heart.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The sound of the man's footsteps was like a heavy hammer hitting the soldier's heart, and with one hammer, the soldier broke into a cold sweat and his throat became hoarse

"Stop."

He shouted with all his might, trying to stop the man's footsteps.

Behind him, several soldiers ran over.

The man's face remained the same as usual, and he continued to walk forward.

"If you go any further, don't blame us for being polite."

The soldier's lips were white, and even he himself was not confident in what he was saying.

Finally, the man walked to the city gate.

"Boom!"

On the man's body, the soldiers with invisible murderous pressure couldn't breathe, he just stood there casually, giving people an endless sense of depression.

The man walked gently past the soldiers, and the feeling of depression suddenly disappeared, and the soldiers were all paralyzed in place, sweating profusely.

Everyone glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes, the murderous aura on the man's body was about to condense into substance, and he had never seen such a terrible person.

The man walked slowly towards the west of the city.

Half an hour later, Zhumen.

The disciples who guarded the gate frantically shuttled from courtyard to courtyard, sweating profusely and shouting.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

Xiangchuan, the deputy head of the Zhumen, was admiring the flowers in the courtyard, and when he heard the words, a trace of displeasure flashed between his eyebrows

"What's the matter, yelling."

When the disciple who was guarding the gate heard this, he immediately ran over as if he had seen a life-saving straw, panting for breath

"Deputy Door Master, someone is attacking."

Aikawa said

"Whoever eats the bear's heart and leopard gall, there are several people on the other side."

The disciple said

"One person."

Aikawa stood up suddenly

"What!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying shockwave destroyed the gate of the Zhu Gate, and the sound resounded throughout the Zhu Gate.

Aikawa was furious, his momentum was outgoing, and his robe was agitated, and he rushed out quickly.

"Disciples, follow me to fight!"

Before the person arrived, the sound had arrived, and Aikawa was already furious.

Everywhere in Zhumen, the disciples quickly assembled, and after a while, Xiangchuan led hundreds of disciples of Zhumen to gather in the Zhumen compound.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a red robe and danced, like a blazing long knife, exuding immeasurable edge.

"Where are Zhang Xiaoxiao and Zhang Jianyang?"

The middle-aged man said coldly.

Aikawa's pupils are constricted

"What's the matter with you, trespass on Zhumen, don't think about going back alive today, disciples, follow me to kill this fang."

"Kill!"

Hundreds of people surrounded the middle-aged man, and countless sword shadows attacked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows coldly, took out the Pu knife on his back, and slashed it forward.

"Boom!"

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and as soon as the terrifying sword appeared, it slashed several people.

Aikawa looked at the terrifying sword, and a chill rose in his heart.

"Mixed Yuan Knife Technique, you are Licheng Shuang!"

Then he was furious

"Licheng Shuang, as the leader of the south, you wantonly slaughter the southern martial arts sect, which is too domineering."

Licheng's eyes are like knives, cutting everything.

"Collusion with Youfu is equivalent to betraying fellow martial artists and dying!"

After speaking, he waved the Pu knife in his hand, and several heads rolled to the ground, and all the disciples saw it, and their hearts were cold.

Aikawa's eyes became gloomy, and he said in a cold voice

"Even if you are a great grandmaster, you can't slander my Zhumen out of thin air, let alone kill at will in my Zhumen, today I will let you know that my Zhumen is not just here and away if you want to come, how about you alone and help me Zhumen!"

"Disciples, kill the Great Grandmaster with me today!"

After that, Xiang Chuan's external and internal strength walls spread, and as one of the ten grandmasters, he was confident that even if he was Licheng Shuang, it would be impossible for him to be safe and sound under the siege of hundreds of Zhumen disciples.

Licheng faced each other coldly, and rushed into the crowd with a knife.

………………

Outside Jiangzhou City, two teenagers came one after another, plus Mobei, who was already here, in one day, there were three people who wanted to kill the coffin at the same time.

Looking at Chang An in the distance, her delicate face was slightly distorted, the grievances between Chang An and Mobei were known to everyone in the whole Jianghu, she had naturally heard of it, but today, Chang An actually came here to fight with Mobei to send the coffin, coincidentally it was as if the two had already discussed it, which was really incredible.

In the wine shop, a group of people in the rivers and lakes were also staring at Chang An, not understanding why he appeared here.

The swordsman Ye Siqing had a smile in his eyes, his hands on his chest, and he had a good look

"It's interesting, it's getting more and more interesting."

Lian Congyun and Ji Rufeng stepped forward and greeted Chang An familiarly.

"Hahaha, Brother Chang, don't come unharmed."

Chang An said with a smile

"Even the owner of the village, the lord of Ji Valley, in the past, Qingzhou was goodbye, and I never thought of seeing you here again."

Chang An looked around, all of them were old friends.

"Fellow travelers, don't come unharmed, Chang has something important to do today, so I can't talk to you."

Many people in the rivers and lakes are holding fists with Chang An.

Lian Congyun said with a smile

"Brother Chang, please take care of me, I'll wait and watch the battle, and I won't disturb."

In the distance, Mo Bei's eyes were cold, looking at Chang An, without saying a word.

Chang An's gaze met it, and a shallow smile appeared on his lips

"Senior brother, we finally met."

When she first heard this, she was shocked into a cold sweat, her eyes flickered, she looked at Mobei and then at Chang An, and a bad premonition hit her heart.

I saw Mobei hesitantly spit out two words

"Senior brother?"

The first meeting between the two influential figures on today's rivers and lakes shocked everyone.

These two are actually brothers?

Chang An laughed, jumped forward, and came to Mobei's side in a few moves.

The masked man Jia Li applauded and laughed

"Okay, it's a gratifying scene for the senior brothers to meet, so I'll take a congratulatory gift."

As he spoke, he took out a small box from his arms and threw it to Mobei casually.

Mo Bei took the box and opened it to see that an elixir with a faint red light was lying quietly in the box.

Hatsuxia exclaimed

"Shen Ming Dan! You are the king of thieves! ”

Jia Li raised the corner of his eyebrows

"Yo? Girl has good eyesight, not many people have seen this thing. ”

At first, his eyes dodged, and he smiled awkwardly

"I guess."

Jia Li sneered, did not continue to ask, sighed, and said to Mobei with a resentful face

"This is a good thing that I stole from Daozun at the risk of death, this is the only one in the world, and for you, I often threaten to betray me to my father. Ancestors, you can save a little. ”

Chang An looked at Jia Li, angry, and took out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve, which was densely filled with ghost-like handwriting, and scolded with a smile

"Can you take the time to practice your ghost talismans?"

Mo Bei also took out the same letter paper from his arms and looked at Jia Li quietly.

Not far away, since entering the WTO, the coffin delivery person has been in the ancient well, and at this time, his eyes have become a little angry.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly

"If you dare to play tricks in the secluded mansion, the three of you really can't stay."

Jia Li tilted his head and smiled cheaply

"Old man, come and beat me."

The coffin deliverer's eyes were full of life.

"Bump!"

In a rare move, he unloaded the coffin from his shoulder, and the coffin slammed to the ground, raising endless dust.

His feet bounced up, like an arrow off the string, and rushed towards the three of them at great speed.

Jia Li laughed

"It's good to come!"

After saying that, it flashed directly, and everyone onlookers looked disdainful.

Behind him, Chang An's eyes were full of war.

The tip of the sword droops, and the hot wine drips.

He waved his sword in a dashing manner, and with three points of wine strength and seven points of momentum, he went straight through the chest of the coffin man.

Between the exchanges, the sword moves are accompanied by wine, chic and unpredictable, the fist is as strong as the wind, and the tiger is vigorous.

Between the big opening and closing, another figure rushed in, Mo Bei came with a sword, domineering, and a sword shook back to the coffin.

Chang An took a sword freely, followed the trend, and went straight to the center of the coffin's eyebrows.

The coffin sendler's palm wind started from his sleeve and blocked Chang An casually.

"There are white clouds in the sky, and I have a sword without a trace."

Jia Li's voice came belatedly behind the coffin man, and he pulled out the soft sword on his waist, shook off the three taels of cold light, and fought with extreme speed in the world, and collected the boundless killing machine.

Like the world's number one assassin.

Straight to the coffin person's vest.

"Boom!"

The vast internal force is like a small mushroom cloud, centered on the coffin person, bursting out and rolling up the yellow sand all over the sky.

Jia left his feet with a little gravel and flew away, leaving no trace in the air.

Treading the snow without a trace, unpredictable.

Between the yellow sand flying, a figure came from afar, a finger force penetrated many obstacles, and a slightly alcoholic pen and flower stopped three feet away from the coffin person.

"Bang!"

The surrounding air was instantly clear, the sand and gravel were scattered by the internal force, Chang An's fingertips rippled, and wave after wave of internal force impacted the air wall outside the coffin person's body.

In an instant, there was another domineering sword smashed on the head, and the heavy sword had no edge, and it was a great skill.

Mo Bei held a long sword in his hand, and with the momentum of thunder, he broke through the outer qi wall of the coffin.

"Boom!"

The wall of air exploded.

Mobei and Chang An took a few steps back, but a figure went against the trend, and a little cold pointed directly at the eyebrows of the person who sent the coffin.

Behind the cold light, the black figure came like a ghost.

The coffin deliverer's eyes were full of fear, and the legs that were originally rooted on the ground like the roots of an old tree moved at this time, and a little dust was flying, covering Jia Li's eyes.

A sword stabbed out, and there was nothing.

The person who sent the coffin had retreated three feet away, staring at each other.

Jia Li put away his sword and laughed

"It turns out that you will also retreat, I thought you would just move forward."

Chang An and Mo Bei looked at the coffin giver coldly, concentrating.

In an instant, the four of them switched attack and defense like a raging storm, shocking everyone in a cold sweat.

Ye Siqing swallowed bitterly and shook the long knife in his hand, this kind of fierce battle is already rare in the world.

In the distance, on Qingcheng Mountain, the noise was accompanied by dust.

Lian Congyun's face was grim and looked at Ji Rufeng beside him.

Ji Rufeng stroked his long beard, smiled knowingly, and said to everyone

"Guys, it's our turn."

As he spoke, everyone at the restaurant dressed up and left the place.

The coffin delivery person looked at the three of them lifelessly, and spit out a sentence lightly

"I don't understand."

Jia Li sneered, took a long breath, and spit out the resentment of the past few months.

"Why don't you understand, in order to kill you, Mobei waited in Kunlun for two years, and finally waited for a letter from Zhang Xiaoxiao, in order to kill you, he often did not hesitate to bear the infamy of killing the Sword Sect, in order to kill you, Mobei pretended to be deceived by the content of the letter and went down the mountain, using the youngest great master in the world as bait to lure you into the world, just to kill you."

The coffin deliverer showed a suspicious expression

"The date of August 15 is a very good choice."

Jia Li sneered

"It's a good choice, but you won't live to August 15."

………………

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, among the trees.

Hundreds of plain-clothed women gathered here, they were uniformly dressed, the long swords in their hands were all unsheathed, and the women in the lead looked solemn, looking at the official road from afar, as if waiting for something.

Behind him, a female disciple stepped forward and said

"Senior sister, when are we going to make a move?"

The woman at the head said lightly

"Don't worry, wait for the letter of the sect master, today's battle is extremely important, and you need to be extra cautious."

"Hahahaha! The little girls of Qingcheng Mountain, you don't have to wait. ”

A voice lingered among the trees.

The woman at the head looked around.

"What people!"

There was a rustling sound among the trees, and a group of people walked slowly, led by Lian Congyun and Ji Rufeng.

The woman at the head was shocked

"How are you, aren't you ......"

Lian Congyun pretended to be puzzled

"yes, shouldn't we be waiting over there for them to lose and the fisherman will benefit."

"Hahahaha, yes, at least that's what they think."

Ye Siqing laughed.

Ji Rufeng slowly stepped forward

"Hehe, if we don't pretend to be a little bit like this, how can the old man who resists the coffin allow so many colleagues from the rivers and lakes at the Kuofu level to gather in Jiangnan?"

Lian Congyun's expression suddenly became solemn, and he saw that he had changed his previous cold appearance

"My generation of Jianghu people, righteousness first, how can we ignore the righteousness of the rivers and lakes for our own selfishness, we and other righteous people gathered in Jiangzhou, we were invited by the Chang'an brothers to come to kill the martial arts scum who colluded with Youfu."

The woman in the lead was angry and scolded angrily

"In the name of competing for longevity, let Youfu mistakenly think that you are just a group of clowns who covet longevity, but in fact, they secretly crossed into a warehouse, and gathered together to hinder the plan of Youfu, so a despicable and shameless Chang'an!"

Ye Siqing sneered

"Despicable? Collusion with Youfu is equivalent to betraying fellow martial artists, and you should be killed! ”

Behind him, hundreds of fellow martial artists raised their weapons in response with their weapons raised

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"