Night.

It's dark.

Stormy.

Ye Piaoling stood in the middle of the street, patiently waiting for Ning Hongdou to vomit, the felt hat sword cultivator hidden in the shadow of the roadside gradually revealed his figure, and the sharp blade wrapped in gray cloth on his waist slowly unsheathed.

On the stone bridge in the distance.

Two old men, holding swords and looking from afar, one is Yan Weike, the third elder of Yijian Tingyu Pavilion, and the other is Luo Jiutian, the elder's wife.

"Senior brother, that person is Old Demon Ye. Luo Jiutian said in a deep voice.

"Senior sister, Ah Fei shouldn't take away the deer ear sword without authorization, and he must be strictly disciplined in the future. The smoke microke on the side sighed, "On cultivation, you and I are not half sure of beating him, legend has it that he is already a half-immortal in the realm of knowledge, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain." ”

"After all, a legend is a legend, and it can also be boasting, the butterfly tail sword of the sect is infinitely powerful, plus so many helpers, it is not without the power of a battle, if it is carried on the stage with the head of Ye Lao Mo at the Chuntang Sword Meeting, it will definitely be famous all over the world. Luo Jiutian's eyes were shining, "In this way, it can be regarded as a lifetime of cultivation." ”

A muffled thunder came from outside the sky.

Flashes of lightning.

Ning Hongdou was still vomiting uncontrollably, trembling all over her body.

I don't know when, all the sword cultivators wearing felt hats quietly climbed onto the eaves, and after the thunder, there was a roar, and the sword was drawn and slashed, and the center of the sword light was Ye Piaoling.

"Sword Eater Demon!"

"Suffer death!"

"Kill!"

Ye Piaoling stood alone in the middle of the street, his clothes shook slightly, his expression was still gentle and indifferent, but he turned his head to look at Ning Hongdou, who was still vomiting: "Dou, look at it, sometimes it's really not the master who wants to eat swords, it's these swords that come to the door by themselves." If I don't eat the sword, the sword, it will eat me. ”

"Old man. ”

"Gross. ”

"Are you going to kill again?"

"Gross. ”

"Can you ...... Gross!"

Ning Hongdou was lying on the side of the road, bending over and vomiting, looking up with Venus in his eyes, and looking down with a mouth full of alcohol, he couldn't stop it if he wanted to, he made a mistake when he drank, don't drink anymore!

Ning Hongdou opened his eyes vigorously, and many shaking figures appeared in mid-air, dizzy, and then he felt sick again, and continued to vomit......

The sword cultivator who slayed the demons, with that loud shout, rushed down from all directions of the roof, occupied a high altitude advantage, and slashed Huashan with force.

"Sword. ”

"That's not how it works. ”

Ye Piaoling looked at the crowd rushing down and said this, then leaned forward empty-handed, grabbed the sword of the first person with two fingers, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slowly took a step forward with his left foot.

The sword is a standard sword of the Tang Kingdom, with a sharp tip, a straight sword body, a reverse blade at the back, and two fine lines of blood grooves engraved on the blade.

After the slapping and vomiting of the night rain, Ning Hongdou's wine strength finally woke up a little, his eyes were huge, staring at the sword in Ye Piaoling's hand without blinking, and then watching the blade slide straight towards the chest of the person who came.

However.

The horrific scene of blood splattering never appeared.

At the last moment, Ye Piaoling changed the position of the blade and the blade of the sword.

A dull slapping sound.

Mixed with crisp bone cracks.

Every time Ye Piaoling took out a sword, the back of the sword would hit the chest of the person who came from it accurately, and he couldn't see the slightest sword qi, nor did he have the strange scene of turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain, and it was not even as beautiful as the rookie cultivators in the armor-piercing realm fighting.

Siege by hundreds.

There were no screams and wails, only cracked bones and heavy blows, and falling to the ground was unconscious.

The young man who rushed to the front and roared for Ye Piaoling to die, didn't even touch the corner of Ye Piaoling's clothes, and was directly shot away. Like a kite with a broken string, it fell directly more than ten meters away, and coincidentally smashed on the water chestnut of a stone lion, and the roar stopped abruptly.

Soon.

Jian Xiu, who jumped off the roof, all fell to the ground unconscious, and those who didn't have time to jump off yet. Gaze, subconsciously following Ye Piaoling's sword, and the young man who flew out, drew an extremely long arc.

Fear.

Follow the eyes and quickly spread throughout the body.

People can only be fearless if they are fearless, and when they see and feel it, they will have concerns.

Now, a multiple-choice question is placed in front of the roof sword cultivators, the predecessors have already jumped down, what about those who haven't gone down? Jump, or not?

Choose to jump, have a clear conscience, commendable courage, be worthy of the uprising, be worthy of the sky, but you will definitely suffer from the back of the sword like a sledgehammer to smash your chest and bones.

chose to flee, and from then on, even if the sword cultivators of Luoyang City lost face, they would be embarrassed by the landless, and they would never be able to raise their heads in front of the cultivators from all over the world, and they would lose face.

Lose.

OK.

But you can't afford to lose.

You can't even have the courage to fight.

"Kill!"

Finally, another sword cultivator who was full of blood and didn't even want his life jumped down with a shout.

In an instant, a figure took off, slammed into the ground, and fell thirty meters away, hitting the corner of the wall, and his chest collapsed.

The rain is cold.

The hands are also cold, and the feet are even colder.

At this time, the sword cultivator on the roof finally felt why the legend of Ye Piaoling had been circulating for decades, but he didn't have an accident.

It's not that everyone doesn't slay demons. It's the devil who is too powerful.

The middle of the street fell silent again, there was no shout of killing, no one dared to jump off the roof again, no one was willing to get close to Ye Piaoling anymore, and they didn't even want to look at him again.

It is said that Ye Piaoling kills without blinking, tonight, people haven't opened the killing ring yet!

I asked you if you were afraid.

Suddenly!

Ye Piaoling raised his head and looked at the roof, and everyone on the roof took a step back with a brush.

Ye Piaoling glared, and everyone on the roof took a step back.

Ye Piaoling smiled sarcastically, raised the sword in his hand suddenly, and made a gesture to pre-slash. There was a burst of tiles flying around, and in an instant, the sword cultivation on the roof disappeared completely.

On the stone bridge in the distance, two old men with swords were already frowning together. They hadn't come into contact with Ye Piaoling, but they had expected that Ye Piaoling would be very strong, but the people who came to besiege and kill tonight were all serious sword cultivators, and the worst were all armor-piercing realms.

Legend has it that Ye Piaoling's realm is about the pinnacle of knowledge.

But as long as they don't fall into the gods, they are all mortals, the strength of a mortal is limited after all, and two fists are invincible to four hands, and the Chuntang Sword Club in Luoyang wants to use the advantage of numbers to defeat Ye Piaoling.

Now it seems.

It's more than ridiculous.

"This Ye Piaoling, his understanding of kendo has reached the point where he is lightweight, every part of his strength, every sword, is used just right, no more, no less. I thought that a few hundred people could at least consume a little bit of their true yuan, but now it seems that it is really a joke, and the other party has not even leaked half a point of sword qi. Yan Weike and Luo Jiutian looked at the sword cultivators who were running away on the roof, and they were furious.

These sword cultivators can escape, but they can't escape, because the deer ear sword of the sect has been eaten by Ye Piaoling, and they must respond and show it to the world.

The rivers and lakes of cultivators are the most important face.

Killable.

Don't be humiliated.