The leaves fall and fly, the thunder rolls, and a few dazzling electric lights rage in Qiongxiao, startling the high Xiao chicken.

The rain is sudden, the footsteps on the empty streets are startled, the rain dodders with different hurried movements, and the footsteps of the rainwalkers are calm, there is a different rhythm, and I can't help but be frightened when I listen carefully.

The footsteps were near, and the sleeping man on the second floor of the inn suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could move, the sound entered his ears, like a war drum on the battlefield, and there was a scorching killing intent when the iron cavalry rushed into battle.

"Do you come out or do I go in?"

The white tiger smiled and tilted his head, opened the window and fell into the empty long street, borrowed the rain to awaken the sleeping fighting spirit, looked at the embarrassed young man, and said curiously: "Isn't this Luoyang?

"Last night, a respectable person died and was killed by the demon, and I came to seek justice from the demon clan for him!"

"Hehe, ask for justice from the demon clan?

Luoyang didn't want to say much, raised the heavenly sword, the hidden sword moved, the sword slashed through the fine rain feet, and two golden sword lights fell into the rain curtain, causing an uproar.

The white tiger's virtual image is scattered into a streamer, and the huge tiger claws are constantly magnified, and the finger claws are like hooks, sharp and abnormal, implying that the wind is deadly, and ordinary people will die.

Luoyang floated around to avoid the tiger's claws, led back to the hollow stabbing sword, and felt that the white tiger was behind him, and suddenly shifted into the air.

The white tiger pounced into the air, its claws buckled into the ground, and the two winds swayed up, rolling up a large rain curtain.

When the remnants of the sky scattered into a little broken shadow, Luo Yang looked at the white tiger's yin owl eyes, and said, "You deliberately left your hand that day?"

The white tiger was silent, instantly attacked, the tiger claws were linked, grasping, swinging, teasing, hugging, relying on the swiftness of the body to continue to rush into Luoyang within three feet, the offensive stretched like rain, forcing Luoyang to be unable to move the sword for a long time, so he could only continue to dodge, retreating from the street to the end of the street, and finally was found by the white tiger to find a flaw, grabbed a palm on the shoulder, and ripped off a large piece of flesh.

The wind and rain sounded, the thunder was loud, the white tiger licked the bright red on his paws, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of disdain, "It's up to you to find justice from the demon clan?"

"It's up to me!"

Luo Yang nodded firmly, leaned against his shoulders in pain, slowly exhaled the depression in his heart, used the magic Yan to dispel the wind evil, held the heavenly sword upside down, and did not wait for the white tiger to take the lead in attacking, leading the sword to sweep, sacrificing most of the dexterity in exchange for the space to take out the sword.

Dozens of moves, Luoyang gradually forgot himself, dodged calmly, all kinds of sword momentum at his fingertips, divided the two instruments, sometimes attracted the soft strength of the Qinglian sword to defend, sometimes moved the strength of the sword to attack, the sword shadow pressed the rain, the white tiger added several wounds around the body, trying to find an opportunity to retreat, but was firmly locked by the heavenly sword, and it was difficult to move.

"Damn it, fight!"

The tiger roared over the thunder sound, and the white tiger completely gave up his defense, waved his claws, and gave Luoyang a claw even if he was hit by Luoyang's three swords.

The wind was undulating, the anger in the heart of the white tiger dissipated with the wind and rain, and the soul returned to peace, there was no thunderstorm in early summer, no withered flowers, no racial hatred, and there was just the opponent in front of him, forgetting everything, except for defeating Luoyang.

A sword cultivator, a demon clan, two kinds of creatures, also selfless, fighting each other for a long time, the white tiger's spiritual power gradually dried up, the moves were out of shape, suddenly sober up in the realm of selflessness, embarrassed to avoid the heavenly sword, flew away, did not wait for a sound, but saw Luoyang short body passing by.

The rolling thunder fell, the bright sword slashed the rain feet, and the white tiger fell to the ground, turning into a headless tiger corpse and occupying a large area of the street.

Luoyang waved the Heavenly Sword, took out the bronze mirror, and strode towards the next dazzling red dot with the Heavenly Sword, he was too lazy to think about why the White Tiger kept his hand that day, let alone the whereabouts of the charming fox demon.

Outside Linzi City, the fox demon snuggled in the arms of the sturdy young man, looked at the tiger corpse in the mirror with a smile, and said: "Your Majesty is really clever, this plan to kill people with a knife is really wonderful!"

"I know your identity but dare to keep you by my side, such an arrogant and stupid person, damn it! It's hard for you, my baby, I have been wronged......"

The young man was covered by the fox demon when he finished speaking, and his eyes were facing each other, and he was embarrassed by himself......

The manor was silent in the rain, Luoyang kicked open the thick door, and the crows on the trees flew in shock, turning into dozens of black-clothed demons, slashing at Luoyang with a knife, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't care about human life as usual.

The heavenly sword moved, the sound was sonorous, and the two mighty arcs fell into the rain curtain at the same time, and more than a dozen little demons lay in wait everywhere, with unwilling faces, and I don't understand why this person dared to lead the sword to kill the demon.

Juecha's subordinates were defeated, and the burly old man scolded and pushed the door out of the house, wearing a cloud-embroidered python robe, the lights behind him were dim, with the help of subtle light, he could see the bleak scene in the house, several young women scattered everywhere, and everything they experienced was no different from the evil spirits that fell into the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Little friend, this is not the place you should be, kneel down and kill yourself, you can avoid the pain of cramps and skinning!"

"Tonight, you're going to suffer from purgatory!"

Luoyang gritted his teeth and threw out the heavenly sword, the old man raised his palm disdainfully, and when the sword light was close to him, he suddenly noticed the abnormality, and hurriedly dodged to dodge, and before he could stabilize his body, a black shadow swept by, Sauvignon Blanc swallowed the cold, and the sword qi was three feet, engraved on the extravagant wall, rising infinite killing, and it did not disperse for a long time.

The old man knelt down slowly, and before the sword wound on his chest healed, Luoyang turned around with his sword and carved nearly a thousand sword lights on the majestic rain curtain, pouring out the anger and sorrow in his heart in this way.

The mansion, brocade food and clothing, this demon is the demon worshiped by the nobles, for their own selfish desires and worship the demon clan to murder compatriots, that person is more hateful than the demon in front of him, more should be killed, today has just begun, maybe you can do something else......

The sword light was swallowed by the rain curtain, the house collapsed, and the rain continued to wash away the python whose skin and bones were broken, and it could not wash away the dense sin.

"What a good name!"

Luoyang swung his sword and slashed down the plaque of the mansion, but the heavy rain could not extinguish the raging flames in his heart, the sword momentum continued to rise, and the two black eagles swooped down from the sky, and were cut in half by the sword light before they could turn into human forms.

"Terran! you dare to slaughter my demon clan, it's really a heinous crime, you deserve to die!"

Dozens of demon clans fell inside and outside the compound, looking at the python demon who was dead, shouting and scolding, each with angry eyes, as if it was Luoyang who was wrong......

"The Worst Sin ......"

Luo Yang looked at the hairy man with a big knife on his shoulders in confusion, shook his head slowly, and said: "It's not enough to be evil, today I want to be unforgivable!"

The sound falls, the sword moves, as far as the eye can see, it is clear and green lotus, quietly blooming under the watering of the fine rain, wrapped in the rain scattered and splashed, the sound of houses stepping on the house is endless, bears, wolves, leopards, lions...... All kinds of demon corpses fell around the compound, their souls scattered, and they did not enter the reincarnation.

Luoyang looked up at the lightless sky, the hand holding the sword trembled a little, frantically carried the aura, raised the mirror again, the red dots disappeared, and the Linzi demon clan was scattered.

If a group of cattle that bully the weak and fear the hard, and are not as good as pigs and dogs, if killing them is unforgivable, then call me unforgivable.