"You are talking nonsense! Zhuo Ye Fort has always been righteous, these days you have all had ghosts, and my patrol disciples have not killed you, but just imprisoned them, on the other hand, how many patrol disciples have killed me?"

Qiao Tiefist scolded angrily, he stood up tremblingly, took out two flying swords from his cuffs, and prepared to fight.

Yi Xiaofeng jumped down from the eaves, and after landing on the ground, he walked towards Qiao Tiequan step by step.

More than a dozen patrol disciples were extremely nervous, but none of them ran away.

"Qiao Tiequan, if you still have a little humanity, don't help the abuse, don't ask me who the king is, the real Zhuo Ye Fort is indeed a serious evil, all sects and factions are sending people to come, Zhuo Ye Fort will be killed sooner or later!"

Yi Xiaofeng said coldly, he wanted to persuade Qiao Tiequan to give up.

Qiao Tiequan's strength is still very strong, if you can help him, it would be great.

"I don't believe you! Kill him!"

Qiao Tiequan roared angrily, and the dozen or so patrol disciples around him immediately pounced on Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng held the dual swords in his hands and accelerated violently.

The sword shines!

Screams rang out one after another, and one disciple fell to the ground.

In the face of Yi Xiaofeng's match swordsmanship, they couldn't even catch a move.

Although there are masters in Zhuoye Castle, most of the disciples' strength is very average.

Cultivating a cultivator requires a lot of time, energy, and resources.

Soon, Yi Xiaofeng finished solving all the patrol disciples.

Four people died, and all the others were seriously injured and incapacitated.

Yi Xiaofeng took a deep breath, and his eyes became resolute.

"First killing?" Qiao Iron Fist asked, his tone full of mockery.

Yi Xiaofeng said indifferently: "I just killed the Seventh Elder of the Blood Sect Greedy Blood Fox before, what do you say?"

Bloodthirsty fox?

Qiao Tiequan's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the next second, his face became fierce, and he roared, "So what! You still have to die!"

He grabbed a flying sword flying around him and rushed towards Yi Xiaofeng quickly.

With this move, his injuries were torn open, blood gushed out of his chest, and blood spilled all over the ground.

Yi Xiaofeng poured spiritual power into the Chiyun Sword, stepped on the spiritual power with both feet, and slid along the ground, the tip of the sword aimed at Qiao Tie's fist.

The sound of the blade piercing through the flesh rang out.

Yi Xiaofeng pierced Qiao Tiequan's chest with a sword, and the red flames on the Chiyun Sword scorched Qiao Tiequan's flesh and blood, causing his face to distort in pain.

Yi Xiaofeng was stunned, and looked at Qiao Tiequan in shock, his eyes full of confusion.

Why didn't he hide?

Yi Xiaofeng pulled out the Chiyun Sword and took two steps back.

Thump!

Qiao Tiefist fell to his knees, blood staining his clothes red, looking extremely miserable.

"It hurts...... But it's all retribution......"

Qiao Tiequan muttered to himself, forcing a smile on his face, and laughing extremely bitterly.

Yi Xiaofeng frowned.

"There are many disciples in Zhuoye Castle who are kept in the dark...... I hope you don't kill ......."

Qiao Tiefist said with difficulty, and before he could finish his words, he fell forward, slamming his face on the ground.

A rush of footsteps came from behind.

Yi Xiaofeng immediately fled.

He quickly jumped over the wall next to him and disappeared without a trace.

Qiao Tiefist's eyes were red with blood, and he couldn't see everything in front of him.

"Castle Master...... Your subordinates have not been able to find the real culprit who killed you...... I'm sorry for your ......."

......

"Congratulations on completing side quest thirteen and earning 500 points!"

Listening to the system prompt, Yi Xiaofeng knew that Qiao Tiequan was dead.

But for some reason, his heart was heavy.

Qiao Tiequan deliberately provoked him to make a move?

Does this person know the truth about Castle Sleep?

The audience is also discussing the matter:

"Qiao Tiequan can't be a good person, right?"

"He's just the patrol leader, and he's in charge of patrolling the streets of the fort, and maybe he really hasn't touched the colorful glass trees. ”

"Whether he knows the truth or not, he has captured so many people, and he has become a tool of evil spirits, and it is not a pity to die. ”

"Thinking about it carefully, although Qiao Tiequan has a hot temper, every time a patrolling disciple wants to kill someone, he will stop it. ”

"Yes, some players are cursed, and when he saw it, he directly sent his subordinates to the house to settle down, and asked the doctor to help take care of it, which is really not a bad person. ”

......

Qiao Tiequan's death soon appeared on the hot search on the Internet, and countless netizens began to discuss it.

The vast majority of people didn't blame Yi Xiaofeng, no matter what, those who were fed the colorful glazed tree were all caught by Qiao Tiefist.

After so many years, it is impossible for Qiao Tie Fist to be free of blood.

The point of discussion among netizens is that "Tiandao Xianxia Game" is too real.

Some people even hypothesize that the world in the game will be real?

Yi Xiaofeng was also thinking about this problem.

Qiao Tiequan's final death was obviously a psychological struggle, and before he died, he believed the suspicion in his heart.

Otherwise, he would have killed himself, or dealt with Zoye Castle.

Computers are complex that can't simulate people's minds.

"In this way, we may not be dealing with the entire Castle of the Night. Yi Xiaofeng thought silently.

On second thought, it's not right.

I'm a cult now.

That's not something I should be thinking about!

Dealing with that old demon must be the main goal of the righteous players.

Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

"Let's look around for opportunities and have a chance to score again. Yi Xiaofeng decided in his heart.

......

Inside the roadway.

Shan Tiange stood in front of Qiao Tiequan's corpse, he frowned and snorted coldly: "Waste, it's good to be dead, so as not to ask questions all day long." ”

Behind Shan Tiange stood a man in black, slightly thin, with a face like a knife, a cold expression, and sharp eyes.

"Young Master, now that the situation is becoming more and more chaotic, all sects and factions have sent masters, and the Northern Wei royal family also has doubts about us, I'm afraid it will ......" The man in black said in a deep voice.

Shan Tiange glanced at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Except for the two of them, the other patrol disciples were all stationed in the distance, so they couldn't hear their conversation.

"I'm afraid we'll fall victim to him, and our master is dead, and if we take Castle Dyeja with us and finally fulfill him, he'll be free, but are we worth it?" replied the serpent.

Naturally, he was referring to the mysterious old devil.

Shan Tiange frowned.

He actually had such concerns.

......

In an attic.

Yi Xiaofeng sat on a stool to rest.

It had been nearly two hours since Joe Iron Fist died, and he was a little tired from wandering around the castle.

Bang Dong –

The window was suddenly pushed open, and Yi Xiaofeng was startled to open his eyes.

I saw a man in a lily coat standing in front of the window, and when he saw him, Yi Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Sword Saint Bai Hongxiao!

OK!

Bai Hongxiao walked quickly to the table and picked up the long sword on the table.

I saw him swing his left hand at the blade of the sword, and the blade quickly turned black.

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes widened.

"Hmph, let you mess around, if I hadn't imposed a ban on the sword, you would have been cursed a long time ago!" Bai Hongxiao snorted coldly.

Yi Xiaofeng was embarrassed and scared.

I see.

He smiled and said, "Thank you Sword Saint senior, I am really touched by your kindness, do you want to take me as an apprentice?"

"If that's the case, I will definitely not disappoint you, and I will definitely integrate your unique knowledge and make your name as a sword saint reach the pinnacle!"