The eight people looked at each other, and they had seen an arrogant monk like the sect leader Chu Xiu, but when they saw that the little monk who was very different from the sect leader was also so arrogant, they suddenly felt as if they had eaten stool.

Arrogance what?

The mouth is hard, strong, and when you die, you don't know what it means to be soft?

Ling Bai fell straight to the ground and lay on the blood-soaked mud ground, motionless, only his slightly heaving chest could tell that he was not dead.

Really sleeping?

Eight people were dumbfounded.

"Oh, it's arrogant. A thin black man couldn't stop sneering, stepped out, looked at Ling Bai with contempt, and said in a low voice: "It's a pity, it's too much worse than the sect master." ”

He carried his long sword and walked towards Ling Bai step by step.

The remaining seven people were all staring thoughtfully at the back of the thin black man, and after a moment, they all set off.

Just kidding, the monk lying on the ground has killed so many disciples of the Holy Sect these days, how can such a great credit be monopolized by him alone?

Eight people rushed up, their hands up and down, each looking for their hands, feet, and heads, and sharing the credit.

The sword slashed at Ling Bai's body, and there was no imaginary blood splattering, only the sound of a golden stone-like blow.

After a sonorous sound, the eyes of several people were full of horror.

"Is this monk made of iron?" the thin black man couldn't help but exclaim.

"Even if it's a thousand-year-old cold iron, the eight of us can cut him into pieces of iron together. ”

subsequently

The group continued to work hard to serve with their swords.

Sparks are flying here, and the blacksmith has a sense of déjà vu.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of other Demon Sect members and Righteous Path disciples.

"What are they doing?"

"The man lying on the ground seems to be a monk, and there are sparks on his body"

The Demon Sect disciples looked confused, while the righteous path disciples were dumbfounded, unable to believe that there was such a strong person in the flesh.

Bang

Suddenly, the sky changed.

A flash of thunder lit up the sky as if it were day.

The dazzling light made everyone's eyes sting,

The light gradually softens,

They looked up,

I saw a black dot falling from his sky, as fast as lightning.

In an instant, the black dot is infinitely magnified.

It was a figure,

The middle-aged scribe held a long sword in his hand, covered in blood and his cloak fell slowly.

"Kui!"

"It's Kui back!"

The righteous people clenched their fists and shouted excitedly.

The battle between the Demon Sect Leader and the Righteous Path Kui finally ended, and the two fought for three days and three nights, and it should be the winner and loser.

Now I only see the scribes, but I don't see Chu Xiu, does it mean that the Demon Sect Leader was killed by Kui?

Contrary to the righteous path disciples, seeing the middle-aged scribe come back, but the trace of the sect leader has not been seen for a long time, the hearts of the disciples of the Demon Sect are half cold.

"Chu Xiu is dead. ”

The middle-aged scribe's face was a little pale, he clenched his fists and pursed his lips, unable to hide the excitement and excitement in his eyes, and shouted loudly.

This sound sounded like thunder in everyone's hearts.

The Demon Sect Leader Chu Xiu was defeated

Shocking news,

Throughout the ages, the leader of the righteous path and the leader of the Demon Sect have never had a life-and-death battle, and they generally stop at the point of view, never really fighting to the death, so that the two ways of righteousness and demons have coexisted peacefully for thousands of years except for small frictions.

Now, the current Demon Sect Leader Chu Xiu has died, and although the Demon Sect can still nominate a new sect leader to act as a façade, the middle-aged scribe's killing of Chu Xiu is bound to be like a dark cloud hanging over their heads.

In this battle, both the righteous and the demon suffered heavy losses.

But if you really want to compare, the Demon Dao is undoubtedly the most tragic party, and the death of Chu Xiu alone is like missing thousands of troops.

The members of the Demon Sect were like deflated balls, disheartened for a while, and just wanted to save their lives, and they all fled in the wilderness.

On the other hand, on the side of the righteous path, it was like beating chicken blood, waving swords and shouting to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, taking this opportunity to wipe out the Demon Sect in one fell swoop.

As long as there is a help, the Demon Cult will surely be destroyed today.

Everyone looked into the air,

The figure stood proudly above, dressed in a long robe, with an elegant face, and a long sword in his hand, like an unclimbable mountain pressing on his head.

Just waiting for the god-like man to give the order, they rushed up, covered up and killed, and killed the people of the Demon Cult without leaving a corner.

The middle-aged scribe stood in the void, unable to move for a long time. Although he was in disarray, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked very satisfied.

Suddenly,

He shook and fell from the sky.

This scene made everyone unexpected.

Dozens of hundreds of figures flew over, and the boy was the fastest, the first to arrive and catch the middle-aged scribe and hold him in his arms.

The boy is petite, holding a tall middle-aged scribe, not only does not make people feel funny, but teaches people to be sad.

"Death of the Immortal"

The boy cried out with tears in his eyes.

For a moment, there was a cry in the mountains.

The boy hugged the middle-aged scribe expressionlessly, and the expression on his face did not match his immature face at all. There is forbearance, there is relief from suffering, there is ambition, and there is also a touch of sorrow.

His gaze fell on the head of the Red Phoenix Pavilion in the distance, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an arc that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Seeing the boy's gaze, his heart trembled, and he quickly escaped into the mountains and forests.

On this day, the people who are both righteous and evil will always be remembered in their hearts,

On this day, the blessed land was dyed blood-red,

On the same day, all the female disciples of the Red Phoenix Pavilion were killed after the end of the war.

Some people say that it is the disciples of the Demon Dao who go and return to take revenge on the righteous sect.

It is also rumored that Kui's boy killed all the female disciples and sent them to Kui for burial

No one knows whether it is true or not.

On the Tiger Leaping Gorge, the Red Phoenix Pavilion has been razed to the ground, there are severed limbs and wreckage everywhere, the corpses are all stinking, and a large number of vultures hovered in the air, wanting to enjoy the food, but none of them dared to fly down.

Below, the female disciples of the Red Phoenix Pavilion were stacked into small hills and placed in the center, and in front of them, there stood a gorgeous woman who was not covered in clothes.

Bicai no longer has the radiant appearance of the past, and his eyes are dead gray.

"The Chifeng Pavilion died at my hands, and I am ashamed of my ancestor. ”

Bicai walked to the Tiger Leaping Gorge with blank eyes.

Legend has it that in ancient times, a colorful tiger jumped forward from here, crossed the cliff, and flew to the top of the opposite cliff.

Now, the opposite hill has been flattened and leveled, and if you jump forward, can you still reach the opposite side?

With her slender legs, she walked back to the pile of corpses step by step, picking up the corpses one by one and throwing them into the deep pool.

For each body she tossed, she knelt down and kowtowed three times.

One,

two,

When the last corpse was thrown and fell into the pool, a bloody face spat out a cyan bead from his mouth and jumped down.