The girl had a violent temper and instantly pulled out the sword behind her.

The young man's eyes were sharp at the same time, and his fists were subconsciously clenched.

Zhou Daoren had no choice but to turn around and ask, "Little brother, what's going on?" ”

Su Qingming said with a smile: "It is estimated that it should be the remnants of the Northern Hell Sect left in the world a hundred years ago, but they accidentally bumped into their lair, seniors, are you going to run away or what to say?" ”

Zhou Daoren sighed and said: "On weekdays, Lao Dao can pretend not to see it, but since I have met, I have to do something, little brother, my two apprentices are stunned, don't blame us for dragging you back." ”

Su Qingming nodded calmly and said, "Since this is the case, please trouble the seniors and the two apprentices to stand here, don't leave this three-zhang place." ”

After hearing this, the three of the old Taoist master and apprentice were all stunned, thinking to themselves, how should we fight when we leave here?

Although the young man is young, he obviously has a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes, frowned slightly, and handed a hidden look towards the master.

The meaning is obvious, I am afraid that this person in front of them will let them be bait here, and they will slip away, and they will really be dead at that time.

But at this moment, the master directly ignored his eyes, and nodded unusually decisively: "Naturally, please rest assured, we will never leave here for half a step." ”

"That's good."

Su Qingming whispered, and then disappeared directly in place.

In the distance, a large crater suddenly exploded in the center of the black-robed crowd.

Dozens of black shadows were scattered by the huge impact force, floating in all directions.

Everyone subconsciously wanted to explode the center and looked, and then their eyes were full of shock.

Then the young man in the green shirt rushed to the center of the crowd alone.

I saw that his hands were slightly open, his green shirt was fluttering, and he was not afraid.

"This guy is not an ordinary cultivator, kill!"

The withered old man disguised as the mountain god Niangniang seemed to be an important figure within the Northern Netherworld Sect, and with his order, dozens of people rushed towards the figure in the center at the same time.

Su Qingming held the hilt of the long sword, and the thumb of his right hand was slightly forced.

In an instant, the sword qi was full.

From Su Qingming as the center, the ground in all directions was cut out by the sword qi bursts of cracks, and the sword qi spread out like a spider web, and the already decaying houses on both sides of the street were instantly destroyed into ashes.

Seeing this scene, the three masters and apprentices in the distance swallowed saliva at the same time.

The young man was a little uncertain and asked, "Master, this trick.... No, this is not a move yet, will you? ”

The old man smashed his mouth and scolded unceremoniously: "You're going to be big!" ”

With the fan-shaped sword qi storm overflowing, dozens of black-robed people were suppressed outside the sword qi and couldn't get close at all.

Immediately after that, the sword qi storm disappeared.

Su Qingming waved the long sword in his hand.

At this moment, the body of a black-robed man in the crowd instantly split in two, and blood fell like a waterfall.

Su Qingming's expression was indifferent, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in the crowd in mid-air, and behind him were several people whose clothes were destroyed and their bodies separated.

All of them die with a sword.

In just an instant, dozens of black-robed people were already dead and injured.

"Sword cultivation?"

Seeing the Dust Realm cultivators with such terrifying combat power, all the remnants of the Northern Hell Sect showed expressions of disbelief.

On the ground, when they saw the corpse that was not covered by the black robe, the three Zhou Daoren masters and apprentices who were standing in place all frowned.

Because the people who died seemed to be the people of this town, but they had obviously been dead for a long time, and they didn't even smell of blood.

"These remnants of the Northern Netherworld Sect are so ruthless, killing these people and even using their souls to occupy their bodies, no wonder they can hide in this town for so long!"

Zhou Daoren's face was gloomy, and he looked extremely angry.

The young man was already indignant when he was so good-tempered, and said, "Master, what are we going to do?!" ”

Zhou Daoren waved his sleeves, sat on the ground suddenly, and said categorically: "Wait for that little brother to come back!" ”

"Well, it turns out that I'm still watching a play."

The boy and the girl glanced at each other, and at the same time rolled their eyes, and they didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing to have such a master who was afraid of death.

The battle continues in the distance.

The rest of the people were all extremely high-realm people, and there were even three guys who were only a line away from the upper three realms to restrain Su Qingming and not let him kill people so freely.

And the old man who escaped from Su Qingming's hands just stood quietly from a distance and watched, without any intention of making a move.

Su Qingming seemed to turn into a gust of wind, and fireworks would be lit everywhere he went.

The traces of those long swords colliding with the aura.

The aura collided, and the sword aura overflowed.

As time passed, the sparks grew stronger and more intense, and finally turned into bright flames floating in the air.

...

In all directions above the town, a glass-colored flame burned.

The flames above the town were like red lanterns in the first month.

There was a muffled thunderous sound in the air.

The spiritual power in the field was mixed, and countless Dao methods smashed towards the void in the air, but it was useless at all, and to put it mildly, several people were killed by the young man in green shirt with a sword.

Su Qingming's expression was indifferent, his left hand was behind, his right wrist turned lightly, and the long sword was born.

A cyan light curtain appeared all around his body, constantly resisting those figures or poisonous needles that appeared from the treacherous corners, and grabbed the gap and killed several people with a thunderbolt.

If it continues, everyone has no doubt that everyone here will all die.

The withered old man's eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of disbelief and a hint of struggle in his eyes, as if he was about to make some difficult choice.

With the passage of time, it seems that everyone knows the strength of such a sword cultivation, and they can see each other's determination and ruthlessness.

In the next breath, everyone blocked Su Qingming's four directions almost at the same time, and then rushed towards Su Qingming with the means of not sparing his hands and self-preservation, clearly wanting to end the battle directly with several casualties.

A simple and crude scheme, but it seems impossible to deal with.

"Oops!"

Zhou Daoren, who had been watching the battle, frowned, and then subconsciously took a step forward, as if he also wanted to do something.

It's just that the next moment, his figure stopped, and his expression was stunned.

Very simple.

Because the man in the middle of the room shook his head slightly, signaling that he didn't need to.

Su Qingming turned his head and looked at the killing machines coming from all directions, with an indifferent expression.

In the past life, there were countless life-and-death battles, what kind of battles and methods have you not seen? Naturally, there is no mood fluctuation now.

Followed by.

He took a step back.

And so the battle, which was confined to the streets, spread.

Su Qingming led everyone to appear in all corners of the town.

The town is on the bluestone road.

Between small bridges.

By the riverbank.

Even quaint courtyards in the middle of nowhere.

There was a fierce collision everywhere, and the traces of the sword qi with brilliant light and the spells of the Northern Hell Sect floated out, and in just an instant, this extremely old town had a crumbling taste.

The battlefield is constantly changing.

A total of three black-robed men locked on Su Qingming to the death, carrying out hand-to-hand combat without fear of life and death, while the rest of the people were waiting for an opportunity to move around, coming out from time to time to sneak attack disgusting people.

Soon after, with a rumbling sound like thunder coming from the old houses north and south of the street, Su Qingming's figure reappeared in the middle of the street.

The number of people who came with him was reduced by half again, and only a dozen people remained, each with some injuries on their bodies.

Their eyes at the moment were also full of shock and incomprehension.

Because that man is more than a sword.

The sword moves are endless.

After fighting for so long, that guy still looks like he is at ease, even if he is an extremely strong cultivator of sword cultivation, but in the face of dozens of cultivators, it is impossible to be so unreasonable, right?

There was an eerie silence in the room, as if everyone had no choice but to fight desperately.

After Su Qingming took it with one hand, Qingyi held the sword, indescribably chic and freehand.

The next moment.

Footsteps sounded, and the withered old man slowly stood in front of the remaining dozen or so people.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Northern Hell Sect relaxed a little for some reason, and they all took a step back.

"Did you have a good fight?"