Everyone looked at the call, only to see that in the twilight outside the main hall, which should have been pitch black, there was already a fire, and all the twilight was illuminated.

This change has a different impact on everyone's heart.

There was no panic in Master Wu'an's eyes, he just looked at the killing for a moment, and then quickly calmed down.

Killing didn't know what was happening, but he also vaguely felt a danger approaching, and moved behind the master.

Although Luo Bei was surprised, he did not panic.

But Yun Niang's eyes were full of deep horror, and the beating fire outside the hall was reflected in her eyes, evoking the past that was once unknown, and at the same time drawing out the deepest fear in her heart.

Although the young man's gaze did not change from his usual firmness and calmness, his face inevitably became much paler.

The hands of the four black-clothed guards tightly grasped the long sword at their waists, and their eyes seemed to reveal extremely complicated expressions, some shocked, some calm, but there was absolutely no fear at all.

At this time, Master Wu'an was the first to come back to his senses, and he didn't see how he moved, only the two wide sleeves suddenly fanned, and in the blink of an eye, the candles on several candlesticks around the Buddha shrine were instantly extinguished.

Even the door that was hidden in front of the main hall was suddenly closed.

The inside and outside of the hall seemed to be instantly isolated, and the firelight outside made it impossible to see who was appearing, only dark shadows, and there was no other sound in the hall except for the breathing of a few people.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the light of the fire outside the main hall, and the flames on the torches kept flickering, like a signal, with a sense of terror that provoked or burned everything, and people couldn't help but think of death.

Therefore, just seeing these dancing flames and listening to the "clang" sound of the flames is enough to cast a strange aura on people's hearts.

This breath made Luo Bei feel so nervous that he was suffocated.

Master Wu'an frowned slightly, unlike the others in the main hall, he was not only profound in Buddhism, but also had a superb cultivation, and he could clearly feel the cold killing intent outside the main hall.

A cold voice appeared outside the main hall, and it couldn't help but make people's hearts creep.

"Zhao Yin, Yun Niang, I know you are inside, my order is to take you back, that's all......"

Yun Niang instantly took the young man behind her into her arms, she herself had not yet escaped from the deep fear, but the deeper love in her eyes made her instantly stronger.

It is a sense of protection, a strong sense of protection that a mother has for her child.

Even a fragile mother who can't even protect herself will still be desperate in front of her children.

Both Luo Bei and Kill were a little stunned by Yun Niang's somewhat exaggerated actions, because they didn't know what the "danger" outside meant to them, let alone understand the deeper emotions of their mother's love for their children.

After waiting for a while, the cold voice outside sounded again, appearing in everyone's ears like a nightmare.

"The monks in the main hall, you should be quiet and inactive with the world, I think you should be your own monks, hand over the people who should not be hidden, have you ever heard that the black feather cavalry swept the world, and there is no grass ......"

The moment they heard this nightmare name, even the four black-clothed guards couldn't help but be moved.

Master Wu'an couldn't help but look slightly cold, this name had been heard by chance many years ago.

The "Black Feather Cavalry" may not be a cavalry in the ordinary sense of the word, its name is still very unfamiliar to many people, and it is even incomparable to the "Black Water Cavalry" who has made countless brilliant achievements on the battlefield.

However, those who know it must have heard of its horrific deeds.

The words "sweeping the world, not a single grass grows" may be an exaggeration, but it is by no means too much to describe its cruelty and horror.

No one really knows how many of these men from the darkness there are, where they came from, who they work for, or even what their purpose is.

But there were a few famous sects in the rivers and lakes that disappeared overnight, and not even a single one was left alive, and when someone found out, the place was already bleeding and bones all over the place, turning into a Shura field.

Master Shoreless naturally knew that those rumors were not false, and what actually happened was even more terrifying than these rumors.

Later, there were many cavalry on the rivers and lakes who specifically investigated these things, but in the end, most of them went and never returned, and until now, the origin and goal of this mysterious group of cavalry have never been determined.

They seem to be just carrying out certain tasks, and the mysterious and strange martial arts make the opponent frightened, and they can't tell if they don't know whether they should be considered ordinary martial arts or not.

It wasn't until later that the notoriety of the "Black Feather Cavalry" grew, and the things they did to kill people without leaving a trace of life gradually increased, which even alarmed the four major sects today.

The Four Great Sects sent countless masters and began a multi-year recovery operation.

It is said that after several fierce battles, the "Black Feather Cavalry" was completely damaged, and finally came to an end under the sword of the four major sects, and the master who led the four major sects to jointly suppress the demons was Zhuo Bufan, the second junior brother of Qi Shengjun, the head of the current Holy Court Pavilion.

The name Zhuo Bufan may be very unfamiliar to the younger generation, but as long as people with a little experience in the rivers and lakes will not forget this name.

Because the fame and significance of this name is too great.

That arrogant figure, as well as the sword surrounded by flames, made countless great demons in the world tremble, and even avoided three points when they heard this name.

Maybe many people don't know what Qi Shengjun looks like and how high and low his martial arts are, but no one doesn't know this name.

Master Wu'an's thoughts were drawn to the depths of his memory by the name "Black Feather Cavalry", which had been buried for many years, but he didn't expect that today, just outside the main hall, this name would reappear.

Now, he finally understood why Yun Niang's mother and son and the four black-clothed guards had been hiding deep fear in the depths of their eyes, always lingering.

Because the name itself represents a nightmare.

But the master was not timid because of this, he flicked his sleeves lightly, solemnly folded his hands, and said in his mouth: "Amitabha, the world is compassionate, there are always thousands of grudges, why not resolve it, when will the grievances be retribution?"

The cold voice outside seemed to emit two cold "hum" sounds.

"Old monk, cultivation is not easy, do you want to protect them with the life of the whole temple and the hundred years of history of this temple? Even if you are not afraid of death, you may not be able to protect their lives!"

The voice was not only cold, but even threatening, but Master Wu'an did not feel any lighthearted, and even became more nervous in his heart, because he knew that these threatening words were not false.

"Sweeping the world, not a single grass grows" is not a joke.

Master Wu'an turned around, opened his broad embrace, and immediately threw himself into Master's arms.

The master kindly held the murderous face in the palm of his hand and said with a smile: "Killing, are you afraid?"

Killing also smiled innocently and said, "With the master here, killing is not afraid of anything!"

Luo Bei and Master Wu'an looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile, since fate can't escape, then they have to face it.

The master turned back again, facing the scorching fire outside, his expression became compassionate, and he said, "Why do you want to kill and destroy the living beings?"

"Back then, the Zhuo clan had a sword immortal, and they split the ground and cut off the demons in the world, did you forget it so quickly?"

Master Wu'an's voice was loud and high-pitched, deliberately letting everyone outside the hall hear what he said.

Sure enough, after hearing the name of "Zhuo's Sword Immortal", the cold voice outside suddenly fell silent, obviously this name was still like a huge spell in some people's hearts.

After a long time, the voice sounded again, and it was a burst of laughter like the earth shaking the mountains, and the laughter was extremely crazy.

After laughing, he said again: "Zhuo's child, I think that I can sweep the world with one person and one sword, but I am too arrogant, if I don't mention this person today, it will be okay, maybe you will hand over the person we want by yourself, and there is still a chance to live, now...... You only have one way to be buried together......"

Outside the main hall, the night was deep, and the moon was obscured by clouds.

The wind howled in the four fields, like a wolf howling.

Twelve Qigao swordsmen in black clothes and black armor stood outside the glazed tower, like twelve dark stone pillars standing between heaven and earth, no matter how strong the wind was, their tall figures were not moved at all.

Each of them had torches in their hands, and the flames were dancing, except for those cold and bright eyes, their faces were covered by helmets, and people couldn't help but wonder that the helmets on their bodies or their pitch-black armor did not reflect a single light in the firelight.

No one knows exactly where these people came from, and very few have even seen them, as most of those who have seen them are dead.

However, the name was an accident.

Zhuo's Sword Immortal was the Sacred Pavilion Zhuo Bufan back then, and even his name had a deep sense of pride, his sword was the same as his people, always moving forward with awe-inspiring killing intent.

The battle was so tragic that the man fought in with his sword, and then out with his sword, and the heavens and the earth were so wide that nothing seemed to stop him in the slightest.

Even if the Black Feather Cavalry paid an extremely heavy price, they still did not leave him behind.

In the end, only the remaining Black-Feathered Cavalry had to flee, otherwise they would probably be wiped out after that battle.

This is also the reason why they fall silent as soon as they hear the name, and beyond that, they only become fear in the eyes of others.

The black-clad leader had no torches in his hand, and he stood at the front of the twelve black-feathered cavalrymen, almost the same attire, the same darkness.

After he laughed, Sen Ran said, "Then let's step on this temple together!"

After speaking, he pulled out the very strange long knife on his waist, and the blood groove on it seemed to be a pair of eyes from hell, with a hunger for blood, and finally came out again.

As if looking greedily at the main hall in silence, longing for the life inside to bow down in front of him, and then offering blood to both hands.

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