That night, the sky was overcast and it was pitch black.

The Golden Fire Hall, which had been planning for a long time, finally launched his alluring sneak attack on the Tianshui Sect tonight. The Tianshui Sect knew that the Golden Fire Hall had bad intentions, so it was very tight for days and nights. Tonight it was the right envoy Lan Chong who patrolled the night, and before it was late at night, he dismissed all the disciples of the night patrol and went back to the house to rest.

At this moment, the people of the Golden Fire Hall broke into the door, and in the Tianshui Sect, they were set on fire as in the Natural Gate, and countless people in the sect were killed and injured.

On the side of Zhao Po and Lan Chong desperately rushing out to kill, Zhao Po was a little puzzled, and asked Lan Chong: "Isn't it your night patrol tonight, why did you carelessly let the people of the Golden Fire Hall in?" Lan Chong retorted: "I didn't put it, this is what should be done in the Golden Fire Hall?" Zhao Podao: "The two thieves of the Natural Gate have left, who should be inside?" ”

"That's me!" Before the words fell, Lan Chong stabbed Zhao Po early.

Zhao Po's eyes widened in surprise, and he pointed at Lan Chong with his finger: "You——? ”

Lan Chong smiled: "Say that you are worms, you are worms, Lan Chong was killed by us when he visited your young lady, Long Tangyu, and saw who I am?" ”

Saying that, Lan Chong took off the mask on his face, but it turned out to be Zhang Bushan, the head of the Golden Fire Hall. And Zhao Po learned all this too late, and the knife had already killed him. At this moment, Yan Zhen and his men had arrived, and Zhang Bushan was busy paying a visit. Yan Zhen asked, "Where is Long Yinxiao?" Zhang Bushan said: "The subordinates lead the way, and they can kill the old thief!" ”

So Yan Zhen took people and Zhang Bushan to the secret room where Long Yinxiao practiced. Zhang Bushan opened the door according to the mechanism, but saw Long Yinxiao secretly practicing the Seven Evils in the secret room, and there were many bones around the seat. Yan Zhen looked up to the sky and laughed, and said: "Seven Heavenly Perfections, it turned out to be practiced with the bones of living people, I don't know how many people you killed in vain when Long Yin laughed at you, no wonder your daughter didn't want to stay at home, it turned out that you were also a murderer, and today you happen to be hated by others." ”

Long Yinxiao is practicing, and usually no one is allowed to enter this secret room for anything, lest he be distracted by the practice and hurt himself. As soon as Yan Zhen disturbed him today, Long Yinxiao immediately reversed his qi and blood, his true qi reversed, and he saw seven holes bleeding, Long Yinxiao opened his eyes and looked at Yan Zhen angrily.

Yan Zhen said: "Go die, Dragon Sect Master!" Long Yinxiao struggled to send out two palms, but his own muscles and veins were destroyed by the uncontrollable true qi. Yan Zhenpiao's figure dodged the powerless palm power, raised his hand and stabbed it with a sword, and a flash of fire penetrated Long Yinxiao's chest. Long Yin smiled and spat blood, Yan Zhen was close at this moment, and struck out with a palm, and Long Yin was beaten and flew out of his seat. Yan Zhen then flew up and arrived, waved his hand to cut off Long Yinxiao's head, grabbed it in his hand, and then kicked Long Yinxiao's dead body aside.

Yan Zhen suddenly felt his heart tremble at this time, I don't know why?

After a while, Yan Zhen ordered people to carry the head of the dragon yin laughing outside to show the public, and the remaining disciples in the sect did not dare to speak and surrendered to Yan Zhen's command. The general manager Li Yuankai knew that the general trend had gone, so he drew his sword and died. So overnight, the Tianshui Sect was all in the hands of Yan Zhen.

There is a poem that sighs:

Mo Dao is ruthlessly stained with blood, and he wants to cause desolation to the world.

Thousands of miles of pride became lonely, and tears buried in the heart.

can see that he is handsome and has no regrets, and he is ashamed of his talents.

How much does you mean by the rose, for whom is she waiting and who is busy?

Another poem sighed:

Xiu Yun's work is difficult, and the three-foot sword qi is a bit of a country.

There is no owner in the four seas, and the twilight clouds are blue in all directions.