"It's hard in my world. ”

The Taoist priest seemed to have figured it out, and suddenly stood up, and the fruits of the twenty years of ordination were about to land at a moment today.

"Hmm, Jiangxing, Tianyi nobles, have all come out, why is this?"

As soon as he stood up, he suddenly noticed the situation outside, as if his eyes had penetrated countless high walls, and he saw Xue Xuan and Yiming, and muttered something in his mouth.

"What do you want to do, sit down!"

The soldier in charge of guarding the prison noticed the Taoist priest's movements, drew his long knife and threatened, looking at his expression, he was very unhappy with the fact that he was guarding the prison alone, and the other brothers were all happy, and he was alone here.

The Taoist priest sat down obediently, and the nobles of Xing and Tianyi came, presumably there was no need for him to make a move.

......

In front was the poor woman leading the way, and Xue Xuan and Yiming were one step away from her behind.

The wine was still not gone, the original red color on the face had disappeared a little, and the two people walked side by side, both silent, and the two of them had their own ideas in their hearts.

Xue Xuan was thinking, after killing all the city lords and soldiers who did evil in Zhenyuan City, the people of the city should ...... Go?

And Yiming was thinking about the previous question, today's events have already affected his Dao heart a little, he is not a real wine sword immortal, there is no wine sword immortal in this world, slaying demons and destroying demons, hoeing the strong and helping the weak is not so simple, these things are his first experience......

And this experience only then did he truly realize all kinds of evils in human nature, cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, how many people can transcend the mundane and have a pure heart and few desires?

"Two young heroes, there is the city lord's mansion ahead, you should be careful, the city lord heard that the cultivation is profound, if you can't do anything, please retreat as soon as possible!

Little woman Linlang, thank you two young heroes for your great kindness!"

Linlang pointed to a bright compound in front of him, and then knelt down and thanked the two.

"Get up. ”

Xue Xuan's face was solemn, looking at the magnificent and brightly lit City Lord's Mansion in front of him, the anger that had been churning in his heart for a long time was all reflected in the momentum he released at this moment!

The spear dragged upside down to the ground, and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion step by step, making a sonorous sound, shining with a trace of spark.

Yiming followed behind Xue Xuan very calmly on the surface, and did not release his cultivation momentum, he was afraid of scaring away the city lord of the far city of that town, and the long sword buzzing and trembling behind his back seemed to sense the anger of his master, and he couldn't wait to get ready to unsheath it.

"Come out and die!"

Xue Xuan had already walked to the door of the City Lord's Mansion, but he didn't even see a single guard at the door, and as soon as he roared like this, all the sounds of the City Lord's Mansion stopped instantly, followed by the sound of Ding Lingdang taking weapons and wearing armor.

"Liangyi Realm monk? hum!"

The city lord of Zhenyuan City noticed it when Xue Xuan had just released his momentum, but he didn't panic much, his mentality had swelled to the point of arrogance, and even the dragon chair was created by him to sit peacefully, and he no longer had the emotion of fear.

kicked away the two young women who were kneeling at his feet, and strode out of the house.

......

The furious boy swept Liuhe!

A spear swept in all directions!

Xue Xuan closed his eyes and slaughtered all the soldiers in his sight!

He didn't want to see this kind of scene anymore, those miserable figures of women!

Here it comes!

Well done!

Xue Xuan swung out the spear, and with his eyes closed, he knew that the city lord of Zhenyuan City had appeared, and the first time he appeared, he shot at him instantly, and the subtle sound of the fist was captured by him as soon as possible.

Don't dodge or dodge, Xue Xuan fights guns against fists, these people in the three talent realms are arrogant, and they dare to face Xue Xuan's spear with their bare hands.

Xue Xuan's face was hideous, looking down on me?

The fist technique was mixed with the momentum of King Kong, and he was not afraid of the spear at all, but the spear in Xue Xuan's hand was not ordinary, and the killing intent that was so thick that it could be condensed into a physical object was covered on the spear, and it broke the face!

The guns and fists collided, and there was no earth-shattering scene as imagined, but the whole world seemed to stand still for a moment.

Bite!

A very small sound, like the sound of a small piece of iron falling to the ground.

Then a tiny red dot gradually appeared on the back of the iron fist's hand, and the red dot slowly expanded until blood seeped out.

But Xue Xuan's strength had been exhausted, and he could no longer advance an inch, and the owner of the pair of iron fists was shocked, Xue Xuan intuitively felt that a huge force came from that fist, and the spear in his hand kept trembling, which made him feel like he couldn't hold it.

The iron fist did not retreat, Xue Xuan took a step back, but it was just a step, and then returned to the ground of the spear, this step led the huge force from the gun to the body, and it was leading to the ground.

Rumble!

There was a big pit on the bluestone slab ground in an instant, which showed what kind of power this punch contained.

"Xuangang Sect?"

Xue Xuan used a gun instead of a stick, and one stick after another pressed the city lord with the power of the mountains, he was not sure to penetrate the city lord's defense, so he had to beat him first.

Xue Xuan has never learned a stick, but this stick method seems to be natural, no tricks and no style, relying on alcohol and understanding of marksmanship, it is completely a random dance, but it seems unpredictable.

The city lord of Zhenyuan City couldn't avoid it, and was bombarded by countless stick shadows, but at some point, his body was covered with a layer of armor based on exercises and shaped by aura.

The spear slammed down on him, making a dull sound, but it didn't hurt him at all.

"Knowing where I came from, you're still looking for death, give me death!"

The city lord of Zhenyuan City carried a stick and approached Xue Xuan directly, and smashed Xue Xuan with a pair of iron fists.

"Do you know what you've done, brute!"

Xue Xuan's eyes were on fire, they were really on fire!

A stream of blue flames burst out from his eyes, and then his whole body burst into flames, like a burning man, not only his whole body, but also his spear!

In order to vent his anger, Xue Xuan took a hard punch, and his other empty flame hand also clenched his fist, and the punch was imprinted on the door of the city lord.

However, the city lord didn't make any movement, and Xue Xuan flew out upside down, but soon Xue Xuan's punch had an effect.

A trace of flame stained his face, and green smoke gradually came out, and even his aura armor couldn't prevent this fire!

Yiming was fighting beside him, and when he saw Xue Xuan flying out upside down, the sword on his back was unsheathed.

Cold Light Sword Shadow!

"Save!"

Seeing this sword aura, the city lord of Zhenyuan City shouted, it was impossible for him to block this sword!

This is what the elders in his sect have been telling him, but whenever he sees a sword cultivator in the same realm, he will turn around and run!

But although he was calling for help, there was no panic in his eyes, and he didn't know what kind of backhand he could survive in this sword.

Boom!

Yiming has been gathering momentum for a long time, and the sword that must be killed was stopped by a person, and that person also used a sword.

"You also use a sword?"

The sword that Yiming had just now didn't leave in his hand, but the sword with all his strength was easily stopped, looking at the black-clothed man who came out of nowhere in front of him, and the thick big sword in his hand, the battle intent gradually rose.

“......”

That person didn't say a word, just looked at Yiming coldly, the only thing that could be known was this person's cultivation, judging from the momentum, at least the cultivation of the late stage of the Sancai Realm!

"Ling Yongkang, what are you waiting for, kill him quickly!"

This man named Ling Yongkang did not react to the shouts of the city lord of Zhenyuan City, and he neither moved nor was he angry.

"You are not worthy of a sword. ”

Yiming's words contained countless meanings, and from the current point of view, Ling Yongkang was just a person sent by the Zhenyuan City City Lord Family to protect him.

It doesn't matter if the person who uses the sword is a servant, but if you treat a dog as a dog, you can't bear this roar.

But this has nothing to do with Yiming, what has to do with it is to watch these miserable women being humiliated with a cold eye and do nothing, this alone is not worthy of using a sword.

"I'm not worthy, you won't, isn't it right?"

Ling Yongkang laughed, since he was adopted by the Zhou family, he has been learning swords, and has been sent to perform various tasks since he was a child, and later he was responsible for protecting the second young master of the Zhou family.

What has become of the world, who has done what, has nothing to do with him.

His heart is dead, so his sword is dead.

However, the sword of death was now alive, and its furious momentum wreaked havoc on everything around it.

Yiming was also stabbed by his words, he doesn't know how to sword?

Those eyes instantly released a sharp essence, glaring at Ling Yongkang, a long sword waved casually, and walked towards him step by step.

This is the swordsmanship he learned when he was just drunk.

The swordsmanship is nameless, just like his sword, a very ordinary cold iron sword, which is also nameless.

It seemed that the sword in his hand did not swing too much arc, but the air around his body was full of sword intent, and he pressed towards Ling Yongkang step by step with Yiming.

Unlike Yiming, Ling Yongkang's heavy sword does not move like a mountain, but it moves like a thunderbolt, swinging down with a sword!

It's not chopping, it's not chopping, and it's turned into smashing.

Countless sword qi resisted this sword, but Yiming's footsteps did not stop, although the steps were a little slow, and even one foot trembled slightly, but it was very firm.

One step out, Ling Yongkang had already been shocked by him.

Another step followed, and Ling Yongkang's momentum that had just been built up was once again broken by Yi Ming.

With every step he took, there was an extra hole in Ling Yongkang's body, bright red blood flowed out, and the nameless sword qi was invisible and shadowless, and there was no possibility of defense at all.

"I didn't expect your blood to still be red, but you ask yourself, what color is your heart?!"

Stepping out again, Yiming had already arrived in front of Ling Yongkang, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be able to probe this person's life at any time.

"I'm not as ...... as you"

The sword is like this, the teacher is unknown, no matter how high the cultivation is, there are always flaws in the heart, not to mention that the gap between the cultivation of the two people is not obvious, Ling Yongkang was a little gloomy, and looked down at the heavy sword in his hand.

"Look up!"

In this city lord's mansion compound, the corner is full of the corpses of poor women, and they are still not an inch.

Ling Yongkang didn't look up, of course he knew what was in the corner, and he also knew what the second young master of the Zhou family had done, since it was inevitable to die, then let me live again before I died.

He leaped to his feet, and a roar did not stop him, for the sword was not coming at him.

"Look at it! My real sword!"

The heavy sword has no edge, but this heavy sword is sharper than the sword in Ling Yongkang's hands!

This is the most chic sword he can use in his life, he seems to have returned to his childhood, the family of four is happy, holding a small wooden stick, wielding it carefree.

The city lord of Zhenyuan City didn't react at all, and the dog slave who had followed his family for more than 20 years actually turned against him, but even if he reacted, it was impossible to block this sword.

"Die!"

Xue Xuan didn't suffer any harm after he got up, and he didn't take the initiative against Zhenyuan City, he just looked at Yiming lightly, and after seeing that after a few words, the person actually did something to his master, which made Xue Xuan a little panicked.

He was already drunk, and he came here to take revenge, how could he let others help.

The wisp of flame left behind before exploded under his control, and then Xue Xuan made a final move, throwing the spear in his hand and pointing it directly at the head of the city lord of Zhenyuan.