As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

This is a naked provocation, unscrupulous.

Following the prestige, I saw a young man in black walking slowly, with a sneer and sarcasm on his delicate face. He had a scimitar in his hand, and his right hand was already on the hilt.

The three men had not yet spoken.

A middle-aged man was already in front of the black-clothed young man, and said coldly: "A milky little kid, who has no one to support him, dares to come here to spread wild, it's really tired!"

The black-clothed young man's eyes became cold, and he said lightly: "If you get out of the way immediately, I will just treat me as a mad dog, and I may spare your life." ”

The rhetoric is sharp and-for-tat.

The middle-aged man was furious and sneered: "You are looking for death!" Before the words fell, a heavy punch hit the black-clothed young man in the face.

I saw a flash of sword light.

The punch came to an abrupt end. The middle-aged man looked stunned, he didn't see how the black-clothed young man made a move at all, he only felt a little cold in his neck. He collapsed without the slightest pain. At some point, the head had left the body.

The black-clothed young man was holding a scimitar in his hand, his right hand still resting on the hilt. He moved forward step by step, with heavy but determined steps.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

Yan Shan was slightly stunned, thoughtful.

Zhang Sheng's eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be caught in a memory.

A sheathed knife, a black scabbard, a curved hilt. The blade is green, green as a distant mountain, as green as a spring tree, and as green as a lake in the eyes of lovers. The green sword light, curved, seemed to be a crescent moon at the beginning, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow, even if it was not unsheathed, it could reveal a compelling murderous aura.

The full moon scimitar was nothing unusual at first glance, but once its owner cast that magic knife, it would reveal a strange aura that would make people stunned and confused. The Full Moon Scimitar is the treasure of the devil, it has a demonic nature, and whoever has it will feel its demonic nature. Except for those who are wise and wise, except for those who are most affectionate and sexual.

In the eyes of the world, it is a very fast sword! An evil knife! A knife has the power of earth-shattering! It is an invincible full moon scimitar, the sword of the demon god that is feared by the world, and the divine knife that shocks the world. The knife is engraved with the poem "Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight". Since then, these seven words seem to have a demonic nature, which makes people all over the world stunned.

Suddenly there was light, moonlight, and a full moon in the darkness.

The knife of the young man in black is very similar to that magic knife, but it has no form and no god. Perhaps, it was just because the young man in black was not in Xiaolou's hands to listen to the spring rain overnight. But there is no doubt that the young man in black must be related to the Western Regions Demon Sect.

Li Yunqing took a step forward and said sharply: "Your Excellency insulted my three brothers first, and then shot to kill, is it tolerable or unbearable, accept your life!" Before the words fell, the long sword was already out of its sheath.

Xiangyang assassin Shi Cui Yuangui said loudly: "This person committed murder in public, his crime should be punished, Li Shaoxia does not need to show mercy to his subordinates!"

At this time, the six Wudang disciples looked at Zhang Sheng at the same time.

Zhang Sheng didn't say a word, just looked at the scimitar quietly.

The next moment, Li Yunqing stabbed out with a sword, straight to the throat of the black-clothed young man, as fast as lightning.

The young man in black looked indifferent.

This sword is as fast as lightning, but the other is even faster.

Another flash of swords.

I only heard the sound of "dang", and the long sword suddenly broke in two. The castration of the knife light did not decrease, and it went straight to Li Yunqing's neck.

Li Yunqing didn't have time to dodge at all, maybe he would die on the spot in the blink of an eye. He was not afraid of death, but he was ashamed. was defeated by the black-clothed young man's knife with just one move, so what did Wudang have to lose?

There was another "dang" sound, and the sword light suddenly disappeared.

Li Yunqing is not dead, but life is worse than death.

The black-clothed young man held a scimitar in his hand, the blade of which was as thin as a cicada's wings, and was faintly surrounded by cold air. His face was pale, and blood was oozing from his mouth, but he still held the hilt of his sword tightly.

Most people don't know exactly what's going on.

Of course, someone saw it clearly. At that moment, a copper coin hit the sword light. The invincible sword light came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Sheng stood up, looked at Li Yunqing, and said softly: "Senior Brother Li, there is no shame in being defeated under that magic knife, you don't need to blame yourself." ”

Li Yunqing only felt a warm current pouring into his heart. He looked at Zhang Sheng, bowed deeply, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Sheng nodded slightly, looked at the black-clothed young man again, and said lightly: "At this time, you still hold that knife in your hand, which is enough to be proud." ”

The young man in black looked at Zhang Sheng and muttered, "Who are you?" As soon as the words came out, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Sheng said lightly: "Wudang Zhang Sheng." ”

The young man in black nodded slightly, and said lightly, "I remember you." He didn't wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, letting it soak through his clothes.

Zhang Sheng sighed lightly and said slowly: "If you still want to say something, just hurry up." No one will do anything until you're done. He said that no one would do it, and no one would do it, just because he was Wudang Zhang Sheng.

The young man in black laughed and said slowly: "Xiangyang hero Zhao Zhengyi, the chivalrous name is far and wide, and he faintly has the potential of being the first person in Xiangyang rivers and lakes. However, most people don't know that he is secretly controlling all the underworld forces in Xiangyang City. To say that he is a hypocrite is well deserved. ”

Zhao Zhengyi's face was ugly, and he clenched the hilt of the knife, eager to break the black-clothed young man into pieces.

The black-clothed young man breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "Although the Black Dragon Gang is an underworld gang, it has never had any bad deeds. It's not that they have clean hands and feet, it's just that they're ruthless. In the territory of Xiangyang Mansion, no one dared to offend the tiger power of Han Shaoshuai. But who would have thought that the Black Dragon Gang would dare to block the road and rob outside Xiangyang City, and once they were recognized, they would kill people and destroy corpses, and their crimes should be punished. Calling Qin Xiaotian a real villain is exalting him. ”

Qin Xiaotian's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "You don't want to spew blood!"

The black-clothed young man sneered and said slowly: "Dare to ask the Qin Gang Leader, just a few days ago, the dozens of black-clothed men who died in the woods west of Xiangyang City were members of the Black Dragon Gang?"

Qin Xiaotian sneered, "So what?"

The black-clothed young man smiled lightly: "After today, the Black Dragon Gang will cease to exist. It seems that the answer is not what is asked, but it is even more arrogant.

Qin Xiaotian was secretly frightened, and was stunned for a while.

The black-clothed young man continued: "Although Li Yunqing, a disciple of Huashan, was born in a famous family, he had no eyes and no beads, and he befriended hypocrites and true villains without knowing it. Just a few days ago, because he was nosy, and deceived by the villain, eight iron-clad men were dismembered, two horsemen were in different places, and a delicate young lady was insulted. To say that he is blind is a little lighter. ”

Hearing this, Li Yunqing's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly asked, "Are these things true?"

The black-clothed young man sneered: "The dozens of black-clothed people who died in the woods west of Xiangyang City are enough to prove all this. ”

Li Yunqing only felt a shock in his heart. He looked at Qin Xiaotian and asked sharply, "Is this true?"

Qin Xiaotian completely turned a deaf ear. He leaped, flipped in the air and disappeared outside the courtyard wall.

No one stopped them, and no one followed.

At this time, Li Yunqing was like a deflated ball, just quietly looking at the courtyard wall in a daze. There is no greater mourning than death. His heart was as dead as ashes.

Zhang Sheng sighed lightly and said slowly: "Senior Brother Li, follow me back to the mountain." ”

Li Yunqing didn't seem to hear it, and still looked at the courtyard wall in a daze.

Zhang Sheng sighed lightly again and walked away slowly.

A Wudang disciple hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother Zhang, what should Senior Brother Li do?"

"Heart disease also requires heart medicine, not reluctantly. ”

"Senior Brother Zhang, I understand. ”

After that, the six Wudang disciples also left.