In the thatched house of Qingniuping, a total of thirteen Taoist monks are settled.

The old sect master Cheng Mojin, the sweeping miscellaneous old grandson, the eldest disciple Jiang Taiyao, and the personal disciples of Jiang Taiyao, in order of eldest and youngest, there are senior brother Ouyang Yucheng, second senior brother Jinguan Taoist Xian Yutan, Diao Yubao with a vulgar copper smell, Fu Yuli, a smiling man with a purple gold dust, Chen Yuzhen with a charming appearance, plus five fourth-generation disciples of the Zhizi generation.

Half of the foundation of the stilted building is the boulder that serves as the spiritual center of the entire Qingniuping ground, and the stone surface itself is relatively flat. The warm tree nest charm with iron painting silver hook condenses the mountain and water with great luck. Therefore, the ground of the stilted building is also a floor slab higher than the stone surface. There is a wooden staircase in front of the building that leads to the wooden terrace on the first floor, and then to the hall gate on the first floor.

Cheng Mo stayed in this stilted building for retreat.

Surprisingly, the old sect master only chose the old grandson, who was a sweeper and a miscellaneous servant, and Jiang Taiyao, who had been completely repaired, to protect his way, and stayed in the stilted building together.

The other three generations of disciples each brought one of the fourth generations of disciples to live together, and they gave daily guidance and practice, occupying the remaining five wooden houses. In this way, when Shi Yuqing comes back one day, it will be a situation where he has nowhere to stay.

It's just that fortunately, there are a lot of rooms in that stilted building, and Shi Yuqing, who has the highest cultivation among the three generations of disciples, should undoubtedly protect the old sect master.

Besides, the original intention of building the stilted building was originally intended to be left to Shi Yuqing. As for those palaces dedicated to the gods of the Heavenly Emperor, that is a problem that the mountain lord Shi Yuqing needs to consider by himself, he Chen Yuzhen has money, but he can't and doesn't need to do that arrogant act.

The night is dark and there is no moon, and there is no time.

The sky full of sparks at the top of the medicine mountain was even hotter and brighter than the previous few days, and the snow on the top of the mountain directly reflected was glowing red.

On the west shore of Meihu Lake, more than a dozen black-clothed and masked night walkers scattered in a word, flying through the barren grassland, heading for the direction of the reckless boundary mountain that spanned the world dozens of miles away.

In the vast and remote wilderness, those masked men swept extremely fast, and in a moment, the journey of dozens of miles was already halfway through. The formation of the man in black has changed from the previous straight line to an arc formation with two ends ahead and back in the middle, forming a natural encirclement posture. The distance between the people also increased from a few feet apart at the beginning to more than ten zhang apart later.

In the middle of the night when the moon is dark and the wind is high, in the wilderness with a radius of hundreds of miles, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack to find the figures of more than a dozen people in black.

The black mountains on the opposite side were lifeless and uninhabited. But these black-clothed assassins with long knives hanging from their waists seem to have a very clear direction and goal.

In the middle of their arc-shaped encirclement was a depression valley with low terrain and hidden wind and water.

is also facing the opposite mountain top, where Ren Pingsheng is sharpening his sword.

The distance is too far, and even in the dark night, the snow-capped ridge that spans hundreds of miles is still white. Therefore, in spite of the sparks on the top of the mountain, the light was extremely strong, and in the wilderness at the foot of the mountain, it was still invisible to the naked eye.

It's just that these black-clothed people looked up at the snow peak by chance, and the grand sword intent that pierced people's eyes still made their eyes become very solemn.

It's just that the speed of their pace has not changed at all, and it didn't take long for the arc encirclement formation that stretched for more than a mile to reach the foot of the boundary mountain. The crowd began to fly up the mountain, and rushed to the Tibetan Wind Valley three or four miles away.

In the mountains, the forests are towering, thorns and barren grasses are overgrown, and there is no trace of human and animal movements. But those black-clothed men didn't bother to look for the traces of human and animal activity at all, in the dark forest, like huge bats gliding in the air, their feet did not touch the ground, and they swept a few feet above the thorny grass.

This kind of body is what Ren Pingsheng, who is good at light body kung fu, sees it, and it should also be breathtaking.

What's even more rare is that there are more than a dozen people at once, and the speed of the body is so good.

The gentle slope at the foot of the mountain of the man in black had just swept forward for dozens of feet, and at the left end of the formation, the forward sweeping momentum suddenly stopped.

A small sword light suddenly flashed in the woodland, and it immediately struck at the chest of a person at the left end of the formation, as fast as a meteor, and the distance was only one zhang!

The man in black who had been attacked had just stopped his body, and the sword light had already touched the clothes on his chest. After the sword light, a figure wearing a hat appeared, blurred in the darkness, and his robe was spread, like a haunting night owl.

The masked man in the dark night was in danger, but he was not chaotic at all, his body was in a hurry, the long knife at his waist was unsheathed, and a rainbow-like arc was drawn forward, colliding with the small knife light.

A series of sharp clashes of gold and iron could be heard, piercing the night sky, and swords flashed in the woodland, and sparks flew away. The two knives, one long and one short, have collided dozens of times in an instant. It's just that the long knife with momentum like a rainbow is retreating all the way, and the short knife with a condensed line of sword light is pressing forward step by step.

Hu Jiu, the man with a hat holding a short knife, had a strange body, as fast as lightning, and when he moved and flew by, he couldn't see the trajectory, which made the man in black who was struggling to parry with a long knife be unable to guard against it.

Between the lightning and flint, the man in black had already splattered blood on the spot and fell to the ground.

But just as the long knife fell to the ground, there was a loud sound, and from the left hand side of Hu Jiu, there were three magnificent sword lights, which pierced the night sky in a horn and attacked.

The figure of the man in the hat disappeared suddenly, and there was no trace of him. But the three black-clothed men who flew in didn't seem to care where the others were, and when the blow missed, the formation of the three people was not chaotic at all, and they landed and changed direction, and they immediately rushed to an open space a few feet away from the slope.

In that clearing, there are only wild grass and trees, could it be that these three murderous blades should be handed out with a knife from the joint efforts of lifelong cultivation, and they will not be used to cut trees and grass?

I never thought that the three black-clothed men were about to run out of swords, but their killing power was the strongest, and under the three sword lights, the man with the hat suddenly appeared, as if he was not here, but suddenly ran over and took the initiative to send his head to the knife edge.

The three killers knew Hu Jiu's stealth trajectory well!

The three sword rays that attacked with the power of the horns had instantly blocked all the retreats of the man in front of him, left and right. No matter which long knife he used to block, the other two would be able to cut his muscular body into three pieces.

Not only that, but the long knives in the hands of the three men in black only had killing moves, no defense.

There was no turning back from the bow. Every killer in the Twelve-Story Building, once he takes over the job, is the way to make a move. As soon as the sword light comes out, it is only used to kill, and as for his own retreat and life and death, he will not consider it at all, and he will never have a backhand to defend himself.

In this way, even if they encountered an opponent with a higher realm, the Assassins of the Twelve-Story Building would often be able to kill them in one fell swoop.

Not leaving a back hand means striking with all your might, which is undoubtedly twice as powerful as an opponent who needs to leave room everywhere. This is the same as the poor who are afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned are afraid of dying.

The remaining eight or nine black-clothed men were still in good shape, and while their teammates were fighting together for a long time, they had already swept forward for more than a mile, and in that valley, a dark cave under the cliff was already faintly visible.

They don't have to think about their own life and death, and they don't care about the victory or defeat of their teammates.

In the eyes of the eight or nine men in black, there was only a cave under the cliff in the valley. The ultimate goal they need to kill should be there.

Suddenly, a figure flew in front of him, flying from mid-air against the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the opposite valley mouth. The man who flew from the sky was a little fat and bloated, and after standing still, his whole body's qi swelled, his hands were folded in front of his chest, and he pinched a trick that he didn't know what to do.

In the formation of the forward attack, eight or nine long knives appeared in unison, and a cold light flashed, cutting through the night sky and outflanking the fat man.

Shi Yuqing faced the sword light that was intertwined into a big net and covered the sky, and he did not flash or retreat. The magic trick in his hand suddenly changed, and in the originally empty right hand, at some point, there was a soft whip shaped like a black snake and several feet long.

Shi Yuqing's long whip hovered and stirred like a wild dragon in the night sky, and even under the light of the stars and moon, the scales on the whip's body like snakeskin still shone with a little cold star.

Shi Yuqing has never had a magic weapon or blade in his hand, and this soft whip in his hand is a magic weapon that Ren Pingsheng won after killing the Hengjiang Water Law Snake Demon of the Qingao Palace. Although it is not a match with Shi Yuqing's cultivation method, when this is very time, it is also a self-defense artifact that is better than nothing. So when Ren Pingsheng came back on the same day, he gave this snakeskin soft whip to Shi Yuqing.

Every time the long whip crossed the night sky, it dragged out a trace like the tail of a comet, and diverged out as the whip swept by, forming a cold aura that cut through the space.

The long whip was stirred back and forth, and one after another the cold light of the qi machine slashed towards the knife light net on the opposite side. Despite the blessing of the long whip magic weapon, coupled with Shi Yuqing's full exertion of the Heavenly Realm cultivation, the cold light of that Dao Qi Machine was very powerful, but after all, it was the ability of one person to resist the combined force of the nine top killers.

The large net of sword light only continued to appear cracks as thin as silk threads, but then it healed automatically, and it was still a thunderous force, facing the fat figure with a long whip in hand.

Shi Yuqing suddenly stroked the circle, from right to left, and slowly drew a smooth arc in front of him. The long whip in his hand turned into a straight long stick, but the whip was slightly bent, describing a thin scimitar several feet long, slowly cutting towards the large net of the knife.

Where the snakeskin soft whip passed, there was no trace of qi bursting out, as if it was just an ordinary long stick, smashing towards the Dao Dao sword light condensed by the fierce murderous aura without self-determination.

However, it was such a prosaic move, and in the whip that slowly cut through the knife net, there was an astonishing vision.

I saw that where the whip passed, the blazing lines of knife light burst out root by root, and then disappeared into invisibility.

In a moment, the entire net of sword light disappeared into invisibility.

The nine black-clothed and masked swordsmen still outflanked Taniguchi in an arc, only three feet away from where Shi Yuqing was standing.

The swordsmen all looked at the young Taoist who was bleeding and shaky on the opposite side. That Daoist broke through the nine-person sword formation with one move, and he was obviously injured a lot; for an ordinary Taoist monk, such an internal injury would have already fallen to the ground and passed out, and it was unknown whether he could be saved later.

But the Taoist who was fluttering like a candle in the wind, with a long whip hanging to the ground, and the fighting spirit that filled the entire valley mouth was stronger than before.

The momentum of that fat Daoist was very familiar to every black-clothed swordsman, and they couldn't help but resonate from the sea of knowledge in their hearts.

As soon as I make a move, it will be when you die.

No back, no defenses.

Life and death, you don't need to care.

And that's not all. The young man with the long whip in his hand naturally gave birth to an aura that he had never seen before.

This world can only accommodate me with one whip, and there is no room for a trace of murderous aura.