When the heavy mountain gate was split, there was a cry all over the mountain. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info However, one is cheering, the other is full of despair.

A branch of the Demon Sect was broken by us, and everyone's hearts were indescribably happy, and in the end, evil did not prevail over good.

I pulled my sword out of the corpse of one of the Daedricists, and the bright red blood splattered me. Looking at the wide-eyed eyes of the people below me, I could not mention the slightest joy of victory in my heart, but I was indescribably dazed.

We followed the elder brother to the mountain gate, and the bloody robes moved in the wind, and the hunting sounded.

Two demon cultists guarding the mountain rushed towards us with large swords. Although they are very imposing, the kung fu in their hands is not weak, and you can know that they have also practiced martial arts in ordinary times by looking at their steady footwork. But these two people are not so powerful in the eyes of the senior brother. In the face of the fearless charge of the two of them, the senior brother in front of us continued to impulse, and the long sword in his hand poked forward with the momentum of thunder, and the heads of the two were cut off when he stabbed left and right.

There were also a few injured Demon Cultists on the mountain gate, all of whom were killed by other brothers and sisters, and each of them had some enemy blood on their faces.

At this time, the mountain gate had been knocked down, and a large group of people rushed in. On the mountain gate, the remaining Demon Sect completely gave up resistance, and they even panicked in the face of death.

The attack on the Two Wolves Mountain was one day and one night, and there was fire everywhere, and blood flowed all over the ground, and it flowed down the mountain rocks into a stream, and flowed down the mountain.

After cutting down the last Demon Sect person, I put away the long sword in my hand, leaned against a pillar, and rested with my brothers, after all, after a day and a night of fighting, our physical strength has reached the limit, and the rest of the matter will be handled by other sects. The brothers and sisters were all showing off how many people they had killed, and they were still excited, and they didn't seem to have killed enough. But my heart trembled, cold as a piece of ice. At this time, a disciple of the Fist Sect ran down the mountain, shouting all the way: "The alliance leader has an order, don't leave a living mouth!"

Even though I was sixteen years old and had a lot of lives on my hands, my body still trembled involuntarily when I heard this.

I joined the Iron Sword Sect at the age of twelve, and since then I have been following the senior brother, and I will participate in every mission assigned by the master. It's nothing more than some inconsequential things, every day is either to recruit new disciples, or to practice swords, and if you are lucky, you can follow the master to collect rent, participate in sect celebrations and other things, and in the past four years, there are also surprises and joys, and there is a taste.

However, I never thought of killing people, and I never did it.

Senior brother often warned me that there is a distinction between good and evil in the rivers and lakes, and that the righteous path and the demon sect are mortal enemies, and water and fire are incompatible. Our Iron Sword Gate is the right way, born to subdue demons and eliminate demons, if you see people in the Demon Sect, you must kill them all, and leave no room for life.

Now it sounds like these four words are so creepy.

One day and one night, I opened the killing ring, and killed five people.

Perhaps, this is the case with the rivers and lakes. Between the righteous path and the demonic path, either you die or I die, and killing people is not a big deal.

Senior Brother glanced at us and said with a smile: "Why don't we go into the mountain and kill him a few more times?"

The whereabouts of the people in the Demon Sect are elusive, elusive, and they usually only meet people in the Demon Sect, but it is rare to encounter so many people like this time. I can't remember how many people Senior Brother killed this time, and I'm afraid I'll get a lot of benefits if I want to reward my merits this time. Now he is probably red-eyed.

I glanced at Senior Brother, he was only three years older than me, maybe in his eyes, the people of the Demon Slaying Sect were already a matter of course.

"Senior brother, I won't go, I haven't rested for a day and a night, and I have no strength. ”

"Oh, didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to wipe out the Demon Sect?" asked Senior Brother as he turned his head sideways.

"That's it, Sixth Senior Brother, how many people have you killed before you shout that you're tired?" It was our junior brother who spoke, two years younger than me, fourteen years old.

I gave him a cold look and said, "I'm not going!"

He was startled, quietly retracted his head, lowered his head and secretly glanced at the senior brother, and said, "That..."

Senior Brother laughed, patted me on the shoulder, and said to me, "Okay, you just wait here for the other junior disciples to come and pick me up, and we will come as we go." ”

Then he drew his long sword, pulled a sword flower, and said, "Senior brothers, come with me." ”

The rest of the senior brothers hugged the senior brother and left, and my heart suddenly felt an indescribable emptiness. Watching a large number of men and horses pouring into the mountains, trampling on the remnants of the dead and breaking their arms, the sound of killing was constantly heard in the distance, and the firelight reflected half of the sky. I was a little dazed for a moment, and I stood on the mountain gate.

Master once said that a gentleman should take responsibility for the common people in the world and drive away evil spirits with righteousness. However, in today's view, the so-called righteousness and exorcism of evil are nothing more than defending justice by killing.

I grabbed my sword and turned to walk down the hill. There were dozens of people fighting on the hillside on the side of the mountain gate, and a disciple of the Fist Sect made the people of the Demon Sect cut their throats and rolled down, falling right next to me. He put his hands around his neck, trying to stop the blood flowing from a fountain, and his body kept rolling, trying to stop the bleeding, and when the blood in his neck was less, the man was lying on the ground and did not move. His eyes were wide and confused, as if he couldn't believe that he was dead.

Perhaps, there are also people in the righteous path who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

I couldn't bear to look any more, so I turned my head and walked down the mountain.

The cleanup of the remnants of the Demon Sect lasted for an afternoon, and hundreds of people were killed and wounded on our side, but the Demon Sect was completely wiped out. All the finances in the mountain were transported to the bottom of the mountain by the ordinary disciples of the various sects who later entered the mountain, and handed over to Pan Changlong, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang who temporarily acted as the leader of the alliance. The various sects had already agreed in advance that the wealth obtained during the extermination of this demon sect would be in the hands of the Iron Palm Gang, and the merits would be distributed after the matter was completed.

Looking at the truckloads of jewelry boxes coming from the mountains, I always felt as if I had made a mistake, and my heart was even more confused.

Passing by the station of the Iron Palm Gang, a lean old man was recording the spoils of war with a booklet, and several young men in sackcloth were talking and laughing carrying the counted boxes. There are so many things that I haven't ordered yet, piled up like a hill in the clearing. I really don't know how this Demon Sect branch has so many gold and silver treasures, probably all of them were looted.

This encirclement and suppression operation began a month ago, when the Iron Palm Gang sent a message to my master, saying that there were a large number of people from the Demon Sect in the Two Wolf Mountains who frequently came and went, and I was afraid that there was a lot of conspiracy and trickery, which would be detrimental to my decency, and the letter also said that if this operation was successful, our Iron Sword Sect would get a lot of benefits.

Our Iron Sword Sect is a nameless faction, and if we can get a little benefit from this, it will naturally be beneficial to this faction. On the one hand, it can weaken the power of the Demon Sect, and on the other hand, it can strengthen the sect, and my master and sister readily agreed.

On the way to the meeting, I heard from the disciples of other sects that this operation was initiated by a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, and some said that the head of the Wudang Sect secretly organized it, in order to catch the demon sect by surprise and let its vitality be depleted.

The rest is not something that a nobody like me can know. Shaolin Wudang is the leader of the Central Plains today, and we don't know how much it has been exaggerated when it reaches our ears. This time I killed five people from the Demon Cult, and I don't know what kind of reward there is. Will the master pass on our new swordsmanship, or can we stay in the market for a while and enjoy the blessings of the world?

Perhaps, I am not a piece of martial arts training material, and I am even a little bored with fighting and killing, and it may be more suitable for me to be an ordinary mortal.

Thinking wildly in his head, he took off his clothes, changed into new clothes, put the sword back on the shelf, and thought that he had nothing to do, so he cleaned the tent inside and out. Originally, these things were all done by the little junior brother, but in my mind, I just wanted to do some ordinary work that didn't need to dance a knife or a gun. If these things are known to the master and the master, the master will definitely scold the little brother for not being big or small, but we have a good relationship with the brothers, and with us as a cover, the master will definitely not know.

At this time, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and it was the senior brother who had returned.

When the little junior brother saw that I was cleaning up the room, he immediately snatched the clothes from my hand and said with a smile: "Sixth senior brother, let me do it." ”

Looking at the joy on this kid's face, he must have gained some benefits. A group of people smelled of blood, and a few of them were covered in color, but everyone was excited.

The senior brother walked to the bedside, took off his boots, which had already been soaked red with blood, and said to me, "Sixth, is there anything the master would like to warn us?"

I suddenly realized that I had only thought about it when I came back, and I forgot to go to see the master, and after thinking about it, I said, "Senior brother, I haven't gone to see the master yet, I want to wait for you to come back and visit his old man." ”

Senior Brother glanced at me and said, "Well, that's fine, otherwise the master will scold you for not having brotherhood." ”

Treating the same door as siblings is the first gang rule of our Iron Sword Sect. The deep brotherhood between brothers and sisters is engraved in the bones of our decent people, and we must never forget it anywhere. I don't know if the people in the Demon Sect will be like us, treating them as brothers and sisters.

After the senior brothers and they were cleaned up, the thirteen of us senior brothers got out of the tent and went straight to the master's tent.

Our Iron Sword Sect has few personnel, and the master has accepted a total of thirteen of our beginner disciples, and the rest are ordinary disciples, plus the master and the kitchen cook, our Iron Sword Sect has a total of less than a hundred people. The tents we set up occupy very little area, and one tent can accommodate more than a dozen people, unlike the Iron Palm Gang and the Fist Sect, where four or five hundred disciples occupy a much larger area. Compared to our canvas tents, the tents they built were also exquisite, but when we saw that there were only two tents in the Golden Knife School, we had a little balance in our hearts.

Our tent was not very far from the master's tent, and in the middle was the tent of an ordinary disciple.

As he was walking, there was a cry ahead.

We followed the elder brother and approached. I saw dozens of people from the Iron Palm Gang holding knives and guns in their hands, escorting seven or eight people who were covered in tatters. It's a demon cult.

Walking at the back was a member of the Demon Cult, with staggering steps, stray hair, and scars all over his face. Behind him, an Iron Palm Gang disciple cursed in his mouth, and pushed a palm on the back of the Demon Sect man. The demon cultist was unsteady and was pushed to the ground. It was as if he had a wound on his body, and this fall to the ground was affecting the sore spot, and he wailed a few times. This action seemed to arouse the ferocity of the iron-clapped disciple, and he slashed down with another palm.

Fortunately, this Iron Palm Gang disciple's skills are still shallow, and he only hit the person of the Demon Sect with a golden star in his eyes, if Pan Changlong comes in person, I am afraid that he will be able to chop the person of the Demon Sect to death.

The demon cultist was beaten and had nowhere to hide, so he cried and got up and followed the procession.

Among the group, the leader was a woman in black. She had a calm face, she was very handsome, much stronger than most of the men behind her.