Demon Town, the first line of defense of the demon clan in Kyushu.

There are monks in the Demon Suppression Pass, and strange people and strangers abound.

The city lords of the past dynasties were all powerful in Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism

Every five hundred years, it is a rotation of five hundred years, and now it is Qingxuan, a disciple of Dao Ancestor, who guards the town demon pass.

He has been cultivating for thousands of years, carrying three fairy swords, and his swordsmanship is unfathomable.

Sitting in the town of Demon Pass, the time and place are favorable, the combat power is unparalleled, and it is invincible.

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A young man in a white robe hurried to the high platform and saluted the people on the high platform.

The city lord Qingxuan retreated.

In place of the lord of the castle was a man in a thin robe with a mole on his eyebrows.

With a faint smile on his face, there is a hint of calmness in his elegance.

Confucian son Kong Yang.

Beside Kong Yang, there was also a man with a fairy wind bone.

There is a long sword stuck in his back, and his aura is lofty, but there is a hint of melancholy between his eyebrows.

Department of Taoist monks, Yang Jian Bai.

"How long has it been since no one dared to ask for a sword at the Demon Suppression Pass?"

"One thousand three hundred and twelve." Kong Yang said lightly.

"Kill to set an example!"

An old man with white hair holding a wine gourd in his hand.

Dressed in a green robe, with a good demeanor.

The bearing is extraordinary, and there is a faint awe-inspiring majesty.

It seems that he was just drinking, and he was summoned temporarily, so he is very unhappy at the moment.

The first to appear was a young man in a white robe, with a low status.

So just put on a solemn look and an expression of honor.

Kong Yang nodded at him slightly.

The young man understood and waved his hand.

The twelve figures were like a touch of shock on the ground, rushing to the sky.

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"Today, Zhang Song asked the Sword Town Demon Pass!!"

The voice echoed in the air, with a compelling momentum.

The sword is unsheathed.

Under the moonlight, the sword light was as bright as autumn water

Twelve white rays of light came one after another.

One of the tall figures was glowing red, and the other was covered in blue light, with a strong murderous aura on its body.

It's not a person, it's two Taoist armor generals.

It just touched the silver light on the tip of the sword, and it shattered at the touch.

None of them could see each other's movements.

I only saw a white light rising into the sky, and the two powerful talisman generals were engulfed by a chilling sword aura.

The third figure did not retreat because of the failure of the two generals.

Instead, a ferocious counterattack was launched.

A lotus flower loomed at his feet, bringing up a long blue light, which continued to rotate around him.

In him, there seems to be an invisible coercion.

It makes people involuntarily give birth to a sense of awe.

However, the sword light flashed, and a sword aura had already pressed to the top of his head.

It seemed to be only a few inches away from his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The man hurriedly dodged away, not daring to stop him.

The other party didn't have the idea of killing him, and continued to move forward.

The man touched the sweat from his forehead, feeling that he was so close to death for the first time.

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At the same time, the vast majority of the monks in the Demon Suppression Pass felt something strange.

Some of them were armed with floating dust, some carried long swords, some had soft swords wrapped around their waists, and some were armed with weapons.

Some are smiling with their beards, and it is not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Some of their complexions changed slightly, and even some of their bodies were trembling.

Suddenly, everyone kept their mouths shut.

An indescribable pressure enveloped them.

They were so breathless that many of the monks were speechless.

The Great Array of the Sword Pavilion has been opened!!

With the opening of the large position, Zhang Song seemed to be entangled in countless soft ropes, and he was struggling.

It was like being caught in a flowing swamp that gave him a sense of powerlessness.

Zhang Song rarely fought with others in his life.

The number of times the sword is drawn is even less, and it can be counted on a single finger.

His talent is too dull, and he uses less sword qi.

He felt unfit to be a swordsman.

But someone said that he could become the number one swordsman in the world in the future.

His parents died young, and he had been wandering for more than ten years.

But he's still a milky kid.

The woman who said that he would become the number one swordsman in the world narrowed her eyes into a line when she laughed.

But there is a pride between the eyebrows.

She also has a sword.

Later, he learned that those who live by the sword will one day die under the sword.

When he thinks too much, he will practice his sword like crazy.

He has been immersed in swordsmanship for countless days and nights, for the sake of the present day.

If the heart yearns, why not be afraid of the road and long.

"Break it for Lao Tzu!!"

With a swing of the long sword, the three-foot-long Qingfeng exuded a desolate aura, killing awe-inspiring.

Under his control, a sword was slashed out.

With an earth-shattering sense of domineering.

Wherever the blade of the sword pointed, there was nothing to stop.

Boom ——!!

The sound of explosions was endless.

The figure landed on the Sword Pavilion.

The man was strange, with a pair of bright eyes and an imposing attitude.

The whole person is like a sharp sword.

But his expression revealed a faint sense of vicissitudes.

I don't know why, there is a contradictory and complex temperament on his body.

Everyone was looking at him, at this strange man who suddenly wanted to ask the Sword Town Demon Pass.

Zhang Song grinned.

It turns out that this is the feeling of being famous, no wonder so many people want to be a master and be admired.

There was a faint smile on his face.

It's a feeling of calmness and uncertainty.

"Your Excellency, why do you ask the sword?"

An old man asked unhurriedly.

"For a woman." He replied without hesitation, "Tang Xuan, she is also a swordsman in the Demon Suppression Pass. ”

Everyone couldn't help but show a little dazed look on their faces.

Zhang Song smiled again, "I've been dead for many years, and I guess no one remembers her."

I have come today to insert her sword into the Sword Guarding Pavilion. ”

The old man said: "That is, the swordsman of the Demon Suppression Pass, who died in the Battle of the Demon Suppression Pass, should be put into the Sword Pavilion." ”