Tragic...

Not long after the huge snowflakes landed, they were turned into warm water by the hot brick sand, which merged with the blood that was still warm, and flowed into the low-lying area.

Walking all the way from the street, fifteen pairs of cyan cloth shoes were dyed blood red. The rotten flesh and stumps piled up all over the ground, leaving a thick layer of mud on the soles of the shoes. The air was filled with disgusting blood, almost suffocating...

Countless disciples of the two academies collapsed in pools of blood, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. There were still some people standing with swords, but they only confronted each other from afar and did not make another move. There are only more than ten sky-high powerhouses left who can still be on guard here.

Fourteen strong and powerful rays wrapped Xia Xun and slowly walked past them. In the face of the silver sword aura that attacked from time to time, the Seven Stars people just casually sacrificed their blades and easily blocked them.

"Bang...", an attacking sword qi dispersed again...

"Just with these people, do you want to step into the pure yang?"

The Pure Yang disciple who was supposed to have died yesterday stood behind everyone and shouted fiercely.

His aura at this time was already very dim, the silver sword drooped weakly, and a terrifying sword wound slashed from his right eye to his left ear, turning out the white flesh, making it even more hideous...

Nobody paid any attention to him.

Seven stars and his party continued to move forward slowly.

"Knock knock..."

Blocked again...

"You're nothing but a ...... of intrigue and trickery."

“......”

He kept insulting and making fun of him, but he never elicited a response.

From his words, it is not difficult to see how much resentment Xia Xun left on him with the sword he stabbed in "Plum Blossom Falling" that day. So much so that a sky-high powerhouse, in the case of hopeless attack, has to give up his face and speak ill of each other...

At the end of the long street, the strongest Dao Gate of the Three Thousand Yueyang was in front of him.

Although it is also in the east of the city, the sale of Pure Yang Temple is not known to be a few levels higher than that of the Seven Star Courtyard.

A thousand-year-old mahogany carved eight-zhang high door, silver lion buckles hanging on both sides. Twelve-level white jade stone steps, dragon pattern phoenix carving. The seven-zhang high wall stretches more than thousands of zhang, all of which are built by Xuangang bluestone. From the outside to the inside, the fairy spirit is insignificant, and the scene of the fairy family is like a scene.

It's just that if you add the ten-mile human purgatory behind you, and the twenty sword-wielding fierce gods in front of the door. Today's Pure Yang Taoist Temple, no matter how people look at it, it is a bit like a court of evil cultivators.

Be a fly in the ointment...

And the twenty fierce gods standing in front of the door are even more daunting. A sense of arrogance made the person a little depressed, and the coldness between the eyebrows was even more creepy.

They shouldn't be pure yang disciples here.

Although they are all holding the silver sword of the dragon in their hands and wearing a Taoist crown, the Taoist robe on their bodies is snow-white, and there are several silver dragons embroidered on the folds.

"Sure enough, someone came to the palace..."

Xia Xun looked at the gate of the Taoist temple in front of him, and said lightly as he walked.

An elegant man with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes. He looked at Xia Xun gloomily and said, "It seems that the thing is really not on you." ”

Xia Xun smiled faintly: "Then please get out of the way."

He didn't pause as he spoke, still walking towards the door.

The elegant man curled the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly. There is no intention of leaving or giving way.

Fifteen people went straight, and twenty people stopped, and the two sides were ten feet apart.

Two smiles are still blooming.

There are only four or five zhang left...

"Roll the calf..."

Xiahou roared, and the dragons and elephants appeared behind him.

"Puffy..."

Immediately afterward, in addition to Mo Xian, twelve visions around him bloomed one after another.

"Kill him!..."

I couldn't help but say, with a command, the Dragon Elephant Phantom and the twelve seven-star disciples attacked quickly at the same time.

It's too late, it's too soon!

Twenty silver swords were unsheathed, and the shadows of the twenty swords appeared behind them, and they swept out in unison against the attacking Seven Stars...

Thirty-two figures were in the air almost at the same time...

About to stagger...

Right now!

All the Pure Yang disciples thought that the fight was about to start.

"Instantly..."

Mo Xian, who didn't draw his sword, lifted Xia Xun up with one hand. Taking advantage of the gap between the two sides to jump up and gain momentum, a green light burst out in an instant, turned into lightning, and shot into the Pure Yang Gate in diameter...

"Huh?"

“...”

The speed of the ink is extremely fast, and there are only afterimages...

The Pure Yang disciples in the battle didn't have time to change their tactics to stop them, and they were flashed by the two of them.

They hurriedly turned back, just about to catch up!

"Whew..."

A cold wind blew away the remaining remnants. The two people who broke through have dissipated without a trace...

And the thirteen seven-star disciples behind them had already attacked them, and they couldn't afford to hesitate for a moment.

It turned out that everything was premeditated...

Even if these twenty silver swords were prepared, they might not be able to stop them in the face of such speed and flanking attacks...

On the other end of the spectrum...

From Xia Xun being lifted to putting down, it was only a moment. In this instant, he could see nothing but a silvery streamer. When he could see again, the snow and the sound of fighting in the distance were still there, but the world had changed its appearance...

It is surrounded by dense cedar forests and rugged mountains.

A mountain road with stone steps with no end in sight is hidden in the vast wind and snow. At the entrance of the mountain road, there is a ten-zhang giant monument, and the stele is written in the middle of the four red lacquer characters of "Chunyang Dojo".

In the vast white snow, a few points of scarlet look extremely charming.

At this time, Xia Xun was standing in front of this mountain road hidden in the wind and snow.

The brow is deep-set...

"There are a lot of people up there. ”

Mo Xian turned his head to look at Xia Xun's gaze, and said coldly, "How many more?"

"There should be four thousand..."

"How much can you block with your back hand?"

"Four Hundred"

“......”

Mo Xian and Xia Xun are two people who are extremely reluctant to speak. Because of this, the communication between the two is very concise, and the question and answer make the other party clear.

There is only one way, and since you have already chosen, you can just keep going.

Needless to say...

Two lonely backs, one in front of the other, walked upward. The former's back sword has been removed from his hand.

The stone road is very wide, about the same size as the one in Wentian. But it is not long, with a diameter of more than 100 zhang. After walking over, it was the real Pure Yang Dojo.

A square with a radius of 800 zhang resembles a stargazing platform with seven stars. Three hundreds of zhang pavilions are divided into three sides: east, west and north.

Thousands of snowmen have been piled up in the square for a long time. Under the pavilion of the main hall stood more than 100 middle-aged and elderly Taoists. The door of the left hall was closed, and only a young man with a sword stood in front of the right hall.

He's smiling...

Everyone here is looking at the snow to the south...

The figure in the wind and snow is still very vague, and there is an outline. It can be seen that they have not gone far.

The old man in the middle in front of the main hall opened his mouth to persuade him.

"Xia Xiaoyou, let's stop here..."

The sound is very long, giving people the feeling of a long roar in the hollow, steadily entering the wind and snow, but not harsh.

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun smiled in the slow walk, and continued to mutter:

"A branch and twin flowers, no matter how you say it, you can be regarded as a brother of the same line. In the past twenty years, you have been able to live in Yueyang without incident, isn't it good?"

"Now the one in Kyoto is just leaking a baronon at random and fiddling around. You think it's an opportunity. For such an invisible and untouchable thing, I couldn't help but stab my younger brother. ”

"Hehe... It's a pity."

"People stand tall and seek high, so they don't plan to take you to play at all. The hand that kills is fake, and even the knife that kills is borrowed from Wentian. After stabbing the knife, they found that they couldn't find the baby, and they could pat their butts and sneak back to Kyoto to hide. ”

"Heh... And what about you?"

"The murderous knife is still stained with blood in my hand. The accomplices ran away, and the courage to kill was gone. I can't run away from it..."

"Haha"

"It's okay now..."

"The baby was not found, and my brother was not dead, and now my brother has come to my brother to ask for an explanation. Before the door entered, you were in a hurry to drive people away..."

"There's no such thing in the world, right..."

The figure walks slowly. Xia Xun's voice was very small, as if he was talking to himself. But as long as the cultivator is above the Juyuan Realm, he can hear it clearly.

"Enough people have died on the streets," said the old man with a hint of anger.

"It's Wentian who made the shot, how can this human life debt not be counted on the head of the seven stars... ”

The figure of the slow-moving figure gradually became clear, not far from the dojo.

"Hmph!

Without waiting for the old Dao in the center to speak again, a strong Daoist beside him was furious and took a few steps forward:

"Since you recognize this lineage, then the poor Dao will definitely take care of the Seven Star Courtyard today. ”

The two finally walked out of the wind and snow one after the other, and the former blocked half of the latter's body, with a grim face. Xia Xun smiled disdainfully: "Are you going to ignore your face and bully the small with the big?"

"Arrogance!"

The strong Taoist was even more angry, and the dust in his hand shook his arm fiercely: "The same pure yang vein." In terms of seniority, you have to call me a teacher! Discipline the disciples under your sect, how can you bully the small with the big!?"

Xia Xun was silent.

Because from a certain faceless point of view, this Taoist is reasonable.

Moreover, this quarrel between children and adults is inseparable from strength in the end. Even if it makes sense now, there will still be a fight when it is said and done.

Xia Xun's expression gradually became solemn, and he looked at the snow falling in the sky...

said lightly: "The grievances of the juniors, don't you really feel ashamed that the elders come to meddle...?"

Suddenly!

He shouted into the sky:

"Cao!Ren!Xuan!"

“......”

The wind and snow gathered, and a slight warmth slowly came from the sky.

"Hey"

A helpless sigh rose from the sky.

Followed by!

"Instantly...", a purple light rushed down from the sky

"Instantly...""Instantly..."Several more rays of aura fell from the sky

"In an instant...", more and more of the various colors of qi descended, and after each qi dispersed, there was a figure inside. They all wore gray linen robes and held bamboo slips of various colors.

In a few breaths, more than 100 rays of qi fell from the sky one after another. More than 100 Mai Confucians, standing behind the pavilion master, looked the same helpless...

"Brother Qingfeng, let them handle the junior's affairs on their own. Let's just call the monk and go to the Yueyang Tower to drink two cups, right?" Cao Ge looked at the old man in the center in front of the main hall.

The sudden change did not make the Taoists in the field show the slightest difference. They had long known that there would be a great Confucian who would come to help. Even if this pavilion master is invited out, it is all reasonable...

"Renxuan, I'm afraid this matter will have to be considered..."

The old man in the center was also helpless. As he spoke, he glanced at the main hall on the left, intentionally or unintentionally.

It's like a reminder of something...

And the master of the Cao Pavilion, who has been a friend for many years, should have immediately come to his senses, so he stopped talking.

Cold, embarrassing

For a long time to come, the square within a radius of 800 zhang was silent.

Only the wind beat the old pines, and a few thick snows fell.

The Confucians in the south, from time to time, some people opened the bamboo slips in their hands to look at them a few times, or chatted a few words. What's more, because of the different understandings, there were some small disputes.

All in all, the people who are studying here seem to be a little well-off, and they don't seem to take the situation of the general battle into account.

Maybe it's been quiet for too long...

"Eh..."

In the end, the door of the left hall couldn't bear the loneliness and was pushed open.

"I've long said that Confucianism is modest... You still don't believe it. This is not... asked the lord of the heavenly pavilion, and repented of his three sons in one day. Aren't you afraid of making people laugh out of their big teeth?"

More than two hundred silver-white robes, crowned monks strode out of the side hall one after another.

The sarcaster is the first long-eyebrow old Taoist with a round face and big ears, wide lips and square mouth, and a gloomy face, and he is the same as the old Taoist in the center of the main hall, wearing a silver-white dragon white robe, holding a silver dragon pattern dust. It's just that the breath is a little more arrogant...

In the face of the hundred and ten Dao people who suddenly walked out, the Cao Pavilion Lord seemed to take it for granted.

He didn't reply, just grinned contemptuously, turned his head to look at Xia Xun, and smiled helplessly: "Sure enough, there has been a change." You've got a backhand..."

"You can't stop it?"

"You're a saint, aren't you?"

"Ahem"

Xia Xun coughed twice in embarrassment, originally he still wanted to explore Cao Ge's main hole cards. But obviously, his careful thinking has long been seen by others, and he will not give him a chance at all.

Reluctantly, he looked up again and glanced around.

Shout to the sky!

"I accepted the gift!"

"In an instant..."

This time I didn't wait for a moment, but the voice just fell!

Hundreds of golden rays, like the scorching sun, shine on the world. The entire gray world was instantly illuminated by a thousand golden lights, dazzling and dazzling. The snow falling all over the sky seems to have become a treasure scattered all over the sky, sprinkled with gold everywhere.

"Rush Rush Rush..."

Hundreds of golden figures, shot out from a distance at the same time, jumping from the sky. crashed into the open space around Xia Xun, stirring up a snow pit.

"How did he do it..."

“......”

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience showed an unconfident expression, and suddenly sighed.

By the time the first golden light fell from the sky, they had already guessed who it was. But they couldn't figure it out anyway, how could the predator, who had never only been in the business sea, intervene in this big grievance today?

The golden mangs are a little scattered...

Hundreds of people suddenly arrived, and their true faces were gradually revealed.

Gold armor, golden helmet, golden boots, golden sword, golden sheath, and golden belt. These hundreds of people were dressed in gold from head to toe, and even the aura that was emitted was golden.

It's like hundreds of gold bars, no different...

"Even the money is not exchanged... Did you get on this thief ship too?" Lord Cao Ge asked in surprise after being speechless.

Xia Xun scratched his nose in embarrassment, "Sort of..."

“... Huh"

Pavilion Master Cao smiled knowingly, turned to face the main hall and spoke again.

"Brother Qingfeng, let's not be hurt and angry...!"

This pavilion master seemed to be deliberately ignoring the group of Daoists on the left, and he hadn't even looked over there from beginning to end. These words were the same to the old Taoist in the center of the main hall.

"Humph!"

The long-eyebrow elder in the left hall who was ignored was obviously displeased, and snorted coldly: "Do you think that just these people... Can you make Pure Yang jealous?"

The Cao Pavilion Lord smiled disdainfully and ignored it.

After thinking about it for a long time, the old man in the center of the main hall said:

"Then let the junior break it..."

He also ignored the resentful gaze cast by Zuo Dian. Continuing to look at Mo Xian and Xia Xun, Zhengse shouted:

"You guys are so good at yourself! Once the day is over, the past is over, and you can't talk about it again!"

“......”