In the middle of the night, the cold wind is bleak.

Dozens of black shadows swept into the inn like ghosts.

The middle-aged shopkeeper who was cleaning up saw the black shadow that appeared in front of him, his complexion changed greatly, and his body was urged by the cultivation of the middle realm, and he was just about to shout, but he saw a blood-colored silk thread passing through his eyes.

Before he could see it clearly, the blood-colored thread turned into a knife and cut off his head.

Scarlet blood splattered on the white curtains, and the frightened head slammed into the stone wall not far away, and then rolled on the ground three times with a grunt.

The woman who listened to the sound in the inner room subconsciously walked out, and when she pushed the door, she saw her husband's frightened head lying at her front feet.

She was so frightened that she was about to shout.

However, before her voice could shout, two sword lights staggered, slashing the woman's body into four pieces.

Burst!

With a soft sound, the woman's body was torn apart, and blood was gushing out.

On the bed in the inner room, a seven-year-old boy witnessed his mother being brutally killed, and before he could be frightened, or even scream, a wisp of crimson spiritual power enveloped his body.

Then he felt that the whole person was uncontrollable and flew directly to the place where his mother's body was.

The boy reacted at this time, he struggled, his clear eyes showing fear, and when he wanted to scream, a cold knife pierced his chest directly.

"It's boring!"

The blade in the hand of a black-clothed figure slowly pulled out of the boy's chest and laughed contemptuously.

"Don't talk nonsense, solve the goal first!"

The black-clad leader glared at him, then lowered his voice in warning.

"Yes!"

The black-clad figure nodded in response.

A human tragedy took place between these nearly silent dozens of breaths.

The black-clothed leader at the head waved his hand lightly, and about twenty-three black-clothed figures followed behind him.

The men seemed to be surprised by what they saw, and it seemed to them that the man who killed the shopkeeper, the woman, and the seven-year-old child was like trampling on a few ants, and everything was taken for granted.

After the black-clothed leader made a gesture, the group controlled their breath and headed towards the three floors together.

Inside the guest room on the third floor.

Chen Changan and Li Zhou had eaten wine and food, and were lying on the wooden couch to recuperate.

"Brother Chen, do you want to call two buckets of hot soup to wash up, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out for two or three days when I enter the snowfield tomorrow, and there will be no chance to wash it at that time!" Li Zhou turned his head slightly and glanced at Chen Changan beside him.

Chen Changan stared slightly, looked out of the window, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Okay, then you go and call two buckets!"

Li Zhou noticed Chen Changan's unusual eyes, so he also looked over, and his concentration seemed to notice that someone was approaching.

"Okay, I'll go!"

Li Zhou responded, and as he spoke, the fifth-order Qingfeng long sword in his hand seemed to be in his hands.

Crunch ——!

With the sound of pushing the door, the two doors opened instantly.

And four blades with spiritual power slashed from above the door, left and right, and below, and the cold sword qi swept across it.

Li Zhou stood behind the door, feeling a slight chill in his body, if he hadn't been reminded by Chen Changan, he would probably have died under these four knives.

"If you are discovered, kill it directly!"

Outside the door, the black-clothed leader stared at him and shouted angrily.

The moment the words fell, more than 20 figures directly smashed the doors and windows, and then swept into the house together, the blades in their hands were unsheathed, and the movements were neat.

The sword light flickered, and they all slashed towards Li Zhou.

Li Zhou felt dozens of cold intentions falling towards his body, and the cultivation of the Extreme Realm in his body was mobilized in an instant, and the Qingfeng long sword in his hand flipped over, and a sword swung out, with dark red spiritual power, it directly slashed the three black shadows in front of him.

The spiritual power directly blasted the three people away.

Li Zhou took advantage of the situation and dodged the strangulation of more than ten sword qi behind him.

The three black-clothed figures that were blasted by the spiritual power smashed heavily into the street below the inn, letting out three screams of pain.

The black-clothed figures whose sword qi had failed all changed their complexions, and they felt the terrifying strength of Li Zhou's sword qi, and immediately said: "The idea is hard, he is from the extreme realm!"

"Don't be afraid, you can also kill from the Extreme Realm!"

The black-clothed leader in the back spoke coldly, and a breath of spiritual extreme realm poured out of his body, and a golden spiritual power flowed in his palm, ready to make a move.

"Yes!"

The black-clothed figures tightened their heartstrings, and when they heard the leader's voice, their faith was firm again.

"Kill!"

A black-clothed figure snorted coldly, then jumped up and slashed at Li Zhou with a knife.

At the same moment, the surrounding black shadows moved with blades in their hands, the sword light bloomed, and spiritual power poured out.

Li Zhou's face froze, the cultivation of the black-clothed man who came from the sky was at least from the upper realm, his knife was definitely a full blow, if he didn't care to resist, he might be injured, but if he resisted, it would be difficult for these black-clothed people around him to resist from the middle realm and the lower realm.

Looks like we're going to have to use all our strength!

"A group of people from three religions and nine streams dare to assassinate you Li Ye!"

Li Zhou's eyes widened, the Blood Demon Sutra moved, the skin on his body turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when the qi and blood flowed wildly, a strong spiritual power poured into his body and the spiritual power between his spiritual veins fused only, and the aura on his body actually rose in an instant, no less than a monk in the first realm of inheriting the spirit.

The green tendons in Li Zhou's hands burst out, and the clenched Qingfeng long sword swung and moved, and the dark red spiritual power tore through the night sky, bringing a gust of wind to blow the candle lights in the room swaying.

The blade of the sword slashed out.

The surging dark red spiritual power blasted through the air along the blade.

Then Li Zhou held the sword and swung it with all his strength around his body, and the dark red spiritual power rolled out, as if it was a raging wave, and the sword pointed at it, and the spiritual power came.

Li Zhou held his sword and swung it around his body.

The terrifying dark red spiritual power swept out, directly knocking back those black-clothed figures holding slashing with war knives.

Knort! Knort!

The fifth-order Qingfeng sword showed its edge, directly cutting off the war knives in the hands of those black-clothed people, and the broken blades shot fiercely in all directions along the spiritual power, piercing the chests, arms, and thighs of some black-clothed figures.

Suddenly, blood bloomed, and blood splattered.

More than a dozen screams rang out with the roar of spiritual power.

Those black-clothed people never dreamed that Li Zhou's cultivation would suddenly rise, and the combat power of this sword had definitely reached the level of a spiritual realm cultivator.

"Give me death!"

Just when Li Zhou's sword fell, and before he could react with the huge consumption of spiritual power, a cold voice sounded.

"Seven Kills!"

In the night outside the door, the figure of the black-clothed leader flashed, appearing two feet in front of Li Zhou, the cultivation of the Spiritual Extreme Realm on his body was urged to the extreme, and his hands tightly grasped the battle knife, and the mysterious light on the battle knife lit up, dazzling like starlight.

Then his figure turned into a welcome and stabbed directly at Li Zhou's chest, so fast that it was almost impossible to see it with the naked eye.

Li Zhou only felt a chill in his body, as if he was being targeted by a bloodthirsty beast, this feeling was only when he was chased by the wild dogs of the village butcher's family with his bare crotch when he was a child, to be precise, it was even stronger.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The sword appeared a foot away in front of him, and the light was shining, as if it was about to pierce his heart in the next second.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the black-clothed leader's mouth, because this difficult opponent was about to die tragically under his knife, and he felt happy inexplicably.

However, just as his smile spread to the corners of his mouth, his face was stunned.

Because a palm appeared before his sword.

It was a young man's palm, white and slender, with ten well-proportioned fingers, but that wasn't the point, the point was that his blade couldn't move a single inch in front of it, as if it was being resisted by a mountain that was extremely hard.

The spiritual power on his body was urged to the extreme, and the power of the divine power on the blade in his hand was overwhelming.

"You're looking for death!"

Chen Changan pulled Li Zhou behind him with his left hand, turned it lightly with his right hand, and slapped it forward, and the black magic power containing the flower meaning on the other side gushed out, like a cuttlefish in the deep sea spit out a mouthful of ink, the difference is that the cuttlefish spit ink to escape or hunt, and Chen Changan just wanted to shoot the person in front of him.

The black magic power surged in, engulfing the blade in an instant, dissolving the power of the supernatural power silently.

Knort! Knort!

A series of crisp sounds sounded, and the blade of the sword shattered into three pieces in response, and then stabbed towards the black-clothed leader.

The black-clothed leader's complexion changed greatly, and he felt a breath of death rushing towards him, but he wanted to escape, but he was already bombarded by the black magic power in his chest, which directly blasted him upside down, and in mid-air, he only felt that his internal organs were shaken, and his spiritual power was disordered.

However, in the next moment, the three broken blades followed, piercing his abdomen and arms, and when the last one was about to penetrate directly into his chest, the black-clothed leader forcibly urged a spiritual power in mid-air, allowing his body to dodge the blade dangerously.

The figure of the black-clothed leader fell from the sky and slammed down on the rubble roof of a private house next to the inn.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the black-clothed leader suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to relax at the moment, and his figure went directly into the private house, and then broke out of the window and ran towards the alley behind.

"The information is wrong, let's go!"

Before leaving, he let out a dry roar.

Above the inn, the faces of those black-clothed people who were lucky enough not to die changed suddenly, their leader was a monk from the Spiritual Extreme Realm, but he didn't expect to be seriously injured by the white-clothed young man in front of him with an understatement of the palm, and then fled in the wilderness.

While they were stunned, they didn't have time to think about it, they urged their spiritual power, some figures rushed out of the window, took off, and sneaked into the night, and some figures directly smashed the ground, and the figures fell towards the second floor, and then rushed out of the doors and windows of the second floor, and some of them directly blasted out a hole in the ground of the second floor, and the figures fell to the first floor, and then ran away on the street.

Chen Changan looked at their scattered backs, his eyes staring.

The killers were well-trained, and the leader's parting words were enough to reveal that they were no ordinary shopkeepers.

"Who, disturbing my dreams, ah——!"