The night in Yangzhou is very quiet, only listening to a few frogs outside the city, and the breeze mixed with the fresh earthy smell, soaking in this night.

This is a main road leading to the wharf in Yangzhou, which is already very deep at this time, and this street is already empty. The moon was round, the clean moonlight fell on the ground like hoarfrost, and the stagnant water on the road was also shining, and everything seemed so harmonious.

At this moment, a tall man suddenly appeared in the middle of the street, his steps were very gentle, and he was splashing on the stagnant water. He held a long sword in his hand, and the hilt seemed to tremble slowly.

He stopped, his left hand on his head, and his figure remained motionless in the moonlight, as if waiting for someone.

"Rakshasa madman, do you think you can leave Chang'an alive?"

Under the dark night, such a sharp voice came from nowhere, followed by the friction sound of countless sharp swords out of the sheath, which made people's blood boil.

The man looked fixedly, and there were figures slowly approaching around him, and the sharp swords in everyone's hands flashed with dazzling light.

"I have no grievances with you, why are you blocking my way?" the man asked in a low voice, still unmoved.

"No grievances and no hatred?" A sneer came from all around, and he didn't know who was speaking, "I'm a person from the Canglan Sword Sect, can I kill if you want to?"

Hearing this, the man in the hat couldn't help frowning. The other party has already reported to his home, obviously not letting him go easily. After all, he wanted to blackmail Zhan Liuli that day, which was tantamount to a slap in the face of the Canglan Sword Sect. As one of the five major sects in the rivers and lakes, it is natural to regain face, otherwise what is the place for the rivers and lakes in the future?

"Rakshasa madman, you have done a lot of evil, and you let you flee to the Valley of the Wicked back then. Now that you have thrown yourself into the net and re-emerged from the rivers and lakes, no wonder no one!" At the same time, another voice sounded, with a strong anger in this voice, presumably the other party hated himself very much.

When he was young, he did kill a lot of people. But people are floating in the rivers and lakes, who doesn't have one or two lives in their hands? Anyway, one person is killed, a hundred people, a thousand people are also killed, so what can be done?

"Hahahaha......" The man in the hat suddenly let out a cold laugh, like the roar of a bat, lingering in everyone's hearts, and it couldn't be dispersed for a long time.

"What are you laughing at?" asked one of the crowd.

"I laughed at the common people and said, you hypocrisy is just the rhetoric of a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. He released his left hand from the edge of his hat and drew his sword sharply.

"Since this Jianghu wants me to die, I won't let him be peaceful!"

"Kill!"

With a muffled voice, dozens of cultivators swarmed towards the man in front of him, and the sword light flashed across the sky like a shining star in the night.

Whoa!

The man in the hat slashed down with a sword, and the blood splashed on everyone's face, and the faint fishy smell was extremely exciting.

Most of these people tonight are prodigal sons who have been walking the rivers and lakes all year round, and blood is not strange to them, but seeing blood can calm them down more.

Whoosh......

At the same time, a cold air poured out from the man's sword, and it could be clearly seen that the sword in the man's hand had condensed a thick layer of frost, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword was also frozen red!

This is the sword of the Rakshasa madman back then, the Ice Sword.

He took a step forward, and the place where the sword passed was sprinkled with bright red blood.

Among these cultivators, there are seventh-order, there are also sixth-order, and there are not a few fifth-order. Some people are for revenge, some are for the elimination of evil and promote good, and some people have their own reasons.

Dozens of strange and gorgeous lights and shadows bloomed together, and the sword qi and sword intent were intertwined, slapping on the man in front of him.

The man in the hat raised his sword and rushed forward into the crowd, and at some point there was a white cloud condensed in the sky, the wind howled, and ice cubes fell mercilessly from the clouds.

Everyone's clothes are stained with a lot of frost, and in this small street and alley, people actually feel the cold and biting cold of the cold winter wax moon.

"Cold Rain Sword Technique!"

The Rakshasa madman shouted.

Bang!

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and the soybean-like raindrops fell on Yangzhou City, and within ten breaths, the entire Yangzhou was once again shrouded in the vast sea.

Under the heavy rain, it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

This was no ordinary rain, the raindrops fell on the body, as if an ice blade pierced into the bones, and the indescribable pain made many cultivators almost unable to hold their swords.

At this moment, the face of the man in the hat had already become extremely dark, and at first glance it looked like a zombie. Because of the evil qi that has been in the body for many years, he has already become an inhuman and ghost.

The man in the hat raised his sword high and slashed forward, the sword lifted the stagnant water on the ground, and a violent blood tornado churned in the crowd, roaring, and the sound of struggle resounded endlessly.

He was like an outsider, walking unhurriedly in the sea of swords of a cultivator, and with every step forward, a sharp blade would fall out of his hand.

"Rakshasa madman, you give me death!"

A sixth-order cultivator stepped through the void, and with the momentum of a sword, he stabbed towards the head of the man in the hat.

Click......

The moment the sword in his hand touched the hat, an even more terrifying cold aura spread up along the blade, like a poisonous snake, and climbed up his arm very fiercely, and finally formed a thick layer of ice on his arm.

This is a sinister aura, a cold and piercing aura. Back then, because of the uncontrollable evil spirit, he killed a lot of innocent people, and now these people are coming to collect the debt from him.

At the beginning of the shower, the cold clouds dispersed, leaving dozens of corpses on the ground, as well as the man's dashing steps.

The strength of this Rakshasa madman has actually reached the seventh order!

Bright red blood continued to drip from his hat, and the red on the ground followed him all the way to Yangzhou Wharf.

At this moment, a thick cloud suddenly opened above the endless night sky, revealing a shining star, which was very conspicuous in the endless night, and he saw the star in the sky at a glance.

The stars seemed to move, getting closer and closer to him, and seemed to be carrying a blazing firelight, like a large ball of fire, falling towards him from a distant height.

He finally saw clearly, this was not a star at all, nor a fireball, but a red flying sword, the body of the sword was no more than three feet long, but it dragged a long tail, wrapped in countless sword qi, and slashed through the night of Yangzhou.

The man in the hat didn't dare to slack off, clenched his sword, and slashed out a cold sword qi into the air.

The sword qi came out of the body less than three zhang before it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the night.

The flying sword still fell vertically, and under the bright light, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was cyan or red, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

The Rakshasa madman raised the ice sword in his hand, and the cold qi spread from the tip of the sword to all sides, and it gradually condensed into a barrier, forming a crystal clear ice sword umbrella.

Rumble!

The flying sword struck the edge of the ice edge umbrella, and the shattered ice slag made a crackling sound, as noisy as a firecracker during the New Year, and if a piece of ice was not smashed, it would sublimate into a trace of black gas in the air, and then be swallowed by the blazing spiritual power.

Seeing that the sword umbrella formed by the condensation of the ice was about to be broken, the Rakshasa madman hurriedly took a step back, and used all the strength of his wrist to drive the sword body forward, a crystal streamer overflowed, and the two swords exploded into brilliant flames in the night.

In the distance, waves also rose on the river, making the surrounding fishing boats float uncertainly, as if they were in the middle of huge waves.

The man in the hat took several steps back in succession, and then he could barely stand firmly, his face was covered in blood, from head to toe, and he didn't know where the blood came from.

At this moment, the sky became as dark as ever, and the short flying sword was gone.

He stretched out his trembling palm and pinched the edge of the hat, the flying sword was a warning to him from those who were outside the world.

Maybe it's to warn him to kill countless people, or maybe it's to warn him not to see no one. But it is not difficult to guess that this flying sword, nine times out of ten, comes from that person, the predecessor of the Canglan Sword Sect, Yi Xian.

Apart from him, there is no second master in Yangzhou City, who can break through the evil qi that he has cultivated for decades with just one flying sword.

"Humph!"

He took a deep breath, snorted coldly, and dragged his heavy steps onto the boat docked on the shore. Without oars, let alone a boatman, the boat staggered away from the Yangzhou wharf as if it had grown legs, and continued to drive down the river, and finally disappeared into the night.

The Seventh Order may be strong, but it is not the strongest.

The peak powerhouse is not standing on the top of the highest mountain to look out.

There are people outside the people, and there are even more mountains outside the mountains.