Compared with the hustle and bustle outside the city, the city of Liangwa is particularly clean.

In the past, even at night, the monks swept through the air, but tonight there was not a single shadow to be seen. The huge flint hanging from the bronze pillars on the side of the road looked a little deserted without those moth-like figures.

Several of the floating islands are quiet.

The disciples of the Cold Ink Pavilion were not allowed to participate in this brawl after receiving the order from their master, and they all stood on the side and watched the colorful light rushing to the sky outside the city.

"It would be nice to have these monks go and set off fireworks. Shi Yiwen said.

Li Xiuwen, who was beside him, snorted and laughed.

Jiang Miaowen noticed that a figure flew into Qinglai Le Mansion, but he didn't care.

Yu Xiao landed in front of the mountain gate of Qinglai Le Mansion, took out Qing Ze's token, and hurriedly said to the disciples on duty: "Young Master Qing Ze has a leader, let the remaining disciples in the door gather." ”

The foundation building disciples on duty didn't move, and looked at each other a few times.

A Zhuji disciple with his nostrils facing the sky stepped forward with a big grin and shouted to Yu Xiao, "Who are you? We don't listen to Young Master Qingze's dispatch. ”

Yu Xiao put the token away in disappointment. She also thought that Qing Ze was so great now, and the disciples couldn't move it.

"I ask you who. The Zhuji disciple turned the long axe in his hand and poked Yu Xiao with the handle.

Yu Xiao looked up at him in surprise, "Are you bolder than a cow, or are you blind, don't you see that my cultivation is higher than yours?"

"Hey, aren't you just a Jindan? In my sect, there are more Jindans than dogs. The monk thought he had said a witty remark, and as he spoke, he looked back at his companion.

The rest of the disciples on duty all laughed.

Yu Xiao also smiled: "You dare to speak like this, it seems that there is not a single Jin Dan in the sect now." ”

"What if there is? I'll tell you, my father is ......" The Zhuji disciple wanted to push Yu Xiao with his hand, but his arm was frozen in place for a long time before he could straighten it, and he was halfway through his words.

"No matter who your father is, show weakness when it's time to show weakness. Otherwise, your father won't be able to help you, but will hurt you. ”

Yu Xiao pushed his hand, and the disciple fell on his back, with a hole in his chest. Blood came out of that hole like a snake and danced in the air.

The disciples on duty were in an uproar, and one of the disciples released a beacon smoke talisman.

"Bang!" There was a bang, and several muffled sounds sounded one after another, and the disciples on duty fell to the ground one after another.

The blood snake turned into a piece of blood arrow, piercing the heart of every disciple on duty, and also knocked down the beacon smoke talisman.

"Qing Gu Qu has been dead for a long time, and no one teaches you. I'm going to help Qing Ze teach his disciples a lesson today, so that you know how to respect your seniors. ”

When Yu Xiao stepped past the disciple on duty, he waved his hand, drawing out more blood and floating around her like a red ribbon.

On the floating island of the Cold Ink Pavilion, Jiang Miaowen snorted, "It smells of blood." ”

"It's all like this, how can there be no smell of blood, and I don't know how many people have died. Li Xiuwen glanced at Jiang Miaowen and said disapprerovingly.

"It's not the city gate, it's over there. After Jiang Miaowen finished speaking, he remembered the figure that flew over just now, and he always felt a little familiar.

"I'll take a look. ”

"Senior brother—"

Shi Yiwen wanted to stop him, but Jiang Miaowen had already disappeared.

"What are you calling Senior Brother for?" Li Xiuwen said angrily.

Shi Yiwen sighed slightly, "Now there are only some foundation building disciples in Qinglai Le Mansion, and Senior Brother is rushing there, I'm afraid that he will arouse unwarranted suspicion." ”

Li Xiuwen's face sank.

The junior brother next to him quipped: "Senior sister is jealous." ”

"Lines, the little disciples just talk about it, and you and an adult will also coax you. Shi Yiwen didn't blame harshly.

The closer Jiang Miaowen got to Qinglai Yuefu, the stronger the smell of blood. Approaching the mountain gate, before he fell, he saw the disciples on duty falling to the ground horizontally.

Jiang Miaowen explored them one by one, except for one person with a large wound, the rest only had an inconspicuous wound on their chest.

Even if these people are just foundation building monks, this wound is not fatal. But these people were all white-skinned, and there was no blood coming out of the wounds.

Jiang Miaowen swept it with his divine sense and found that the blood of these disciples had been drained.

Jiang Miaowen had some scruples in his heart, after all, this was a matter in someone else's sect. The massacre of the disciples of his own sect has not happened for nothing, and it is always difficult for outsiders to interfere and ask questions.

The wisest thing to do was to leave silently, but he really couldn't sit idly by.

There was a scream from inside, and a beacon smoke charm burst out of the air. Jiang Miaowen stood up abruptly and flew towards the door.

A little way apart, it's a corpse, the same way to die. He had already flown a tea time, and he hadn't even seen a single living mouth.

In the past, it was like a heavenly fairyland, but tonight it is like Senluo Hell.

Yu Xiao had already circled the Qinglai Le Mansion along the main road, and the disciples he met on the way, no matter what kind of cultivation, were killed by her blood arrows.

With her cultivation in the middle of Jindan, killing these people was like mowing grass, and she didn't even put a single ice technique.

"These people are really sluggish. ”

Yu Xiao killed all the way, and those disciples were unexpectedly defenseless, and when they heard the screams, even if someone came out to check, they didn't care about it as a joke.

However, when she met a group of more than a dozen people before, she didn't control them all, and after a little negligence, one person released the beacon smoke charm.

"You can't do this, what monk doesn't hang his life in his hair, and if you don't pay attention, you'll be gone. ”

Just like Su Bai.

Two fairy-like female disciples came over in front of them, both wearing flowing white dresses.

The nuns like to wear white dresses, which are not only full of fairy spirit, but also look good when stained with blood.

With a wave of her hand, a wisp of blood floated behind her and turned into two blood arrows, stabbing the two female disciples directly.

The two female disciples saw Yu Xiao at this time, and they were stunned for a while, and the blood arrow was in front of them in a blink of an eye.

"Stop!"

A figure descended from the sky, and a scroll of a zhang long was thrown out, enveloping two blood arrows.

Yu Xiao looked at it intently, and his eyes immediately narrowed, and he looked impatient.

The two female disciples snorted and hid behind Jiang Miaowen, shivering like chicks under the protection of a hen.

"You-"

Jiang Miaowen also recognized Yu Xiao at a glance, and was about to question her, when he suddenly saw her right cheek, he was shocked, and he couldn't say anything about the reprimand, and hesitated: "You ......"

"What am I?" Yu Xiao tilted his head slightly, deliberately facing him with his right cheek, "I became like this, you won't recognize me." ”

"Ah!" the fairy behind Jiang Miaowen screamed as if she had seen an evil ghost.

Yu Xiao smiled slightly, his eyes widened, and the voices of the two female disciples stopped abruptly, and they fell straight to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Miaowen hurriedly turned around and saw that their whole bodies were frozen and stiff, and they had broken into several pieces.