The next day, at night, Tangjiabao, windy, no moon, faint candlelight and shadow, a quiet and peaceful. It may seem unremarkable, but it is enough to make people all over the world fearful. It can be seen that he would rather meet the king of Yama than provoke Tang Menlang.

By the night, two black shadows flashed into Tangjiabao. There are no cornices to walk on the wall, there is no wall to rush on, they grope along the corner of the wall, silently. If you don't know there's someone in the corner, you won't feel them there.

The two black shadows moved forward step by step, walking on thin ice, and there was no room for the slightest mistake, otherwise it would be a failure.

Huayulou is a three-storey attic, simple and elegant, located in a courtyard in the center of Tangjiabao, and is not allowed to enter without the permission of the descendants or the owner.

Two black shadows climbed up a low building opposite like geckos and looked out into the courtyard.

There were eight sturdy men outside Huayu Building, four of them guarding the door, and four of them patrolling back and forth. They were all armed with ghost-headed knives and looked indifferent.

The two black shadows glanced at each other, and in the night, their eyes were clear and bright, it was Han Yi and Yan Shan.

At the moment when the four patrol people walked into the blind spot of the four guards, Han Yi tapped the wall with his toes and flew towards the patrol four like a vulture.

The four patrolling people only felt a black shadow flashing in front of them, and before they came back to their senses, a long sword had slashed through the throats of the four people, and they were all killed by a sword. After that, they slowly fell to the ground.

The four guards heard the movement and were about to go to the back of the Huayu Building to take a look.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared, like a ghost.

Before the four guards could figure out what was going on, they saw a flash of sword light and died. They also fell to the ground, and a shallow mark of blood appeared on everyone's throat.

Han Yi held a long sword and stood quietly in the courtyard, motionless, as if waiting for something.

The next moment, only a "bang" was heard, and the door of Huayulou suddenly opened, and a figure flew straight towards Han Yi like an arrow from the string. A pair of eyes were cold and deep, as if they wanted to devour Han Yisheng alive.

At the same time, an afterimage suddenly appeared in mid-air, staggering with the figure.

With a "plop", the figure fell to the ground, and a shallow blood mark appeared on the throat.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword and stood quietly in the courtyard with an indifferent expression.

At this time, a strong wind came out of the door and headed straight for Han Yi.

Han Yi's figure flashed and swept out five steps.

The strong wind fell into the air and hit the ground, splashing a puff of dust.

The next moment, the four eyes looked at the door of Huayu Tower at the same time, and saw seven old men with slightly rickety bodies standing there, their eyes cold and deep.

A thin old man suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Who are you?"

It is not difficult to see that these seven old men are all strong men of the Tang Sect, and once they are used at the same time, their terrifying lethality is unimaginable. At the thought of this, the two of them couldn't help but gasp.

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "The people who destroyed the Tang Sect." ”

At this time, there is only a glimmer of hope if these seven old men are killed at all costs. Yan Shan didn't say a word, and he was heartily comprehending the three swords of selflessness.

Just then, a firelight lit up the night sky.

Han Yi was slightly stunned, not knowing why.

Soon, another fire broke out and spread rapidly, apparently man-made.

The next moment, the sound of firefighting, scolding, and angry shouts sounded, and Tangjiabao was in chaos.

Seeing this, the seven old men calmed down.

The thin old man muttered, "What are you going to do?"

Han Yi chuckled and said, "Destroy the Tang Sect." ”

"How unreasonable!" a tall old man could no longer contain the anger in his heart.

"Die!" suddenly shouted violently, like a river bursting its banks, like a flash flood, out of control, it was Yanshan. His expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a rich murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spreads everywhere and goes straight into the depths of everyone's heart.

The body of the rusty long sword was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, which was eerie and terrifying.

Seeing this, Han Yi only felt a chill on his back, and the seven old men were even more shocked.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.

He swung his rusty sword.

In the first sword, he seems to be freed from the predicament, like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins.

The second sword, his eyes were empty, and a killing intent arose from his heart......

The third sword, the killing intent in his heart disappeared suddenly, his eyes were sometimes empty, sometimes blurred, a sword stabbed out, it was so freewheeling, as natural as a child playing, but it seemed to be integrated with all things in heaven and earth, it was so harmonious......

The seemingly slow sword came in an instant, straight to the throats of the seven old men.

"Artistic conception!" exclaimed, and his heart was shocked.

Although it was caught off guard, it was not enough to sit still. The seven old men stabilized their minds, quickly raised their internal strength to the peak state, and urged their true qi with all their might......

The next moment, the rusty long sword slashed through the throats of the three old men, but it was already the end of the crossbow.

None of the seven old men were mediocre.

The thin old man has reached his peak state, and he is about to wave his palms to meet it.

Using the sword artistic conception cultivation as an artistic conception level attack is unimaginably huge. Yan Shan succeeded in one blow, how dare he stay, and hurriedly swept back.

How could the thin old man give up? He waved his palms and chased after him.

Seeing that the person who came was actually an artistic conception level powerhouse, the other three old men knew that they were not opponents. At this time, when they had a chance to breathe, they did not hesitate to retreat to Huayulou and meet the enemy with poison and hidden weapons.

At this moment, a white figure floated down and blocked the door. The jade tree is in the wind, free and uninhibited, and it is actually a white book tree.

Breaking into Tangjiabao at night, he is still dressed in white, which really makes people angry and hateful, but helpless.

The faces of the three old men were very ugly.

Bai Shushu chuckled and said, "Everyone in the world knows that the poison secret weapon of the Tang Sect in Shu is unparalleled in the world. Someone once said that it is better to meet the king of Yama than to provoke Tang Menlang. Maybe it's been a long time, and the people in the Tang Sect really think that they are invincible in the world, and they don't even bother to bring poison and secret weapons. ”

The three old men were ashamed and angry, but they were already frightened birds, and they did not dare to act rashly.

In the courtyard, two figures were one behind the other, the former retreating sharply, and the latter chasing closely.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly came, blocking the way of the thin old man, it was Han Yi.

"Look for death!" the thin old man shouted angrily, waving his palm.

Han Yi didn't dare to hold it up in the slightest, and stabbed out with a sword, straight to the heart of the thin old man, as fast as the wind.

The two fought each other, the palm power was endless, the sword wind was sharp and tricky, and it was difficult to solve for a while.

Yan Shan clutched the rusty long sword and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. At some point, sweat soaked through my clothes. He looked at Bai Shushu, clenched his fists slightly, and groaned, "Thank you Brother Bai for helping!"

The corners of Bai Shushu's mouth rose slightly, and Yun said lightly: "I just can't get used to seeing the people in the Tang Sect pretentious, so I just put a few fires in my hand." As for killing, Brother Yan had to do it himself. Speaking of this, he groaned slightly and chuckled: "Brother Yan, you have to hurry up, once the people outside come to their senses, it will be troublesome." ”

Yan Shan smiled lightly: "Of course." ”

Hearing this, the three old men exchanged glances, and then said in unison: "Kill him first!" Before the words fell, they shot at the same time and killed towards Yanshan.

Yan Shan stood up straight, holding the rusty long sword, his eyes cold.

At this moment, Bai Shushu's expression changed suddenly, the clouds and the wind were light, and his eyes were cold and deep. His palms kept changing, his left palm surrounded the white true qi, and his right palm surrounded the black true qi, and before he knew it, two kinds of true qi enveloped his whole body.

He smiled indifferently, and the two true qi transformed into each other, and in an instant, the white light disappeared, and the black light flourished, filled with a kind of death power.

I saw a figure flashing, leaving an afterimage at the door. In the blink of an eye, the white book tree came first, and it had already appeared behind the three old men.

The three old men felt as if they were falling into an ice cave, and they were chilled.

The next moment, a black light sprinkled down, and life came to an abrupt end.

The three old men slowly fell to the ground, looking dazed and unwilling.

Seeing this situation, Yan Shan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The Yin and Yang palm method is really mysterious!"

Bai Shushu smiled and asked, "How does it compare to the Three Swords of Selflessness?"

Yan Shan smiled bitterly: "I don't know." ”

Bai Shushu said casually: "If it weren't for the nostalgia for this world of flowers, I would like to give it a try." ”

Yan Shan nodded slightly in agreement. Suddenly, the figure flickered, leaving an afterimage in its place. In the blink of an eye, he had appeared behind the thin old man, and stabbed out with a sword.

The next moment, the rusty sword pierced into the thin old man's vest.

The long sword was drawn, and the thin old man fell in a pool of blood.

All of them are remnant body methods, all of them are raids from behind, and they are not invincible, and the reason for this may only be understood by them. Yan Shan and Bai Shushu looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.

Han Yi was slightly stunned, and then said in a deep voice: "It's important to do business. ”