The sky is gray

Yueyang, Jing...

The snow in the eastern part of the city is thick, cold, and dangerous.

On Shili Dongya Street, there have been no ordinary people for two days.

In the buildings on both sides, the doors and windows are tightly closed. The people in the room were all filled with air and killed, and they were so frightened that they trembled and did not breathe. trembling slightly, he squeezed out a frightened gaze from the gap from time to time to see if the strongman outside was gone...

No matter in that dynasty, ordinary people like this were always ranked at the bottom and bullied.

For them, those disciples of the courtyard with swords were actually no different from the mountain bandits and thieves outside the city. The same sharp blade is in hand, and the hands are falling on the bloody streets. With the same back to the mountain, you don't need to pay for your life when you kill someone...

It's hateful.

However, this has always been the case in the world.

The strong are respected, and the weak are fishy, which is the principle of heaven. No one is going to tell them a thing or two about that...

As the buildings on both sides cast more and more eyes...

The iron swords that stepped into Dongya Street began to gradually slow down and become more careful...

Since entering the east of the city, none of the four thousand linen iron swords have been unsheathed...

And at the end of this street is the Pure Yang Taoist Temple.

As long as those Taoist masters in the temple are not fools, then they will not set the battlefield in that Taoist temple this time.

Because, do it there, face the bombardment of four thousand iron swords. No matter what the final outcome is, this dojo will definitely be gone.

And at this moment, the place that can still become a battlefield is only this ten-mile street.

Therefore...

The sword will soon be unsheathed.

And today's Dongya Street is bound to see blood...

The four thousand iron swords walked slowly, getting closer and closer to the Taoist temple at the end, and the killing intent around them became stronger and stronger.

In the buildings on both sides, there are gradually figures who can't bear it, and the cold light flickers from time to time. The sound of heavy breathing and footsteps gradually overwhelmed the wind and snow.

There is only a little more than a mile left to that Taoist temple...

As the iron sword gradually approached, breaking through the wind and snow that blocked the view, the two figures hidden in the wind and snow in front of him gradually became clear.

When he really saw the faces of the two of them, Tie Jian stopped in surprise...

There was nothing to say for a while...

No one asked why the two men didn't die. No one shouted for them to get out of the way.

Because, everyone on both sides knows it. Since the Heavenly Iron Sword has broken through the snow, and the two Pure Yang disciples are also waiting here. That... This is undoubtedly the place of blood.

"Woooo

Countless sharp blades came out of their sheaths, sounding from the streets, inside the houses, and in the snow...

Thousands of cold light sword shadows, refracting miles of ice and snow. Suddenly, the dazzling light flickered, and the light went on and off.

The two of them raised their swords over their shoulders to gain momentum, and the two swords slowly flourished...

Four thousand Mai sword arrays, buildings in all directions, snow...

"Kill !!"

A killing order, drinking through the wind and snow, resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Kill..."

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

The two pure yang disciples who were blocking the road unleashed their swords together, and the doors and windows of the buildings on both sides burst at the same time, and the snow around them burst out in an instant.

Countless blue and white figures kicked out of the building, in the snow, and in the shadows. Like a group of carp competing for food, carrying tens of millions of silver rays to pierce the blizzard here, surging and shooting.

"Attack..."

Four thousand Mai roared in unison, facing the flying snow in all directions, and attacked with swords. The sword qi is green, like a starry firefly lighting up the ten miles of dim long street.

"Ping-pong... Pong..."

The blades clashed, and the silver and green collided. Eight thousand sword shadows instantly intertwined with each other, and eight thousand qi exploded in vain, and the wind and snow on the road danced wildly. The endless waves of qi exploded, blasting the heavens and the earth out of thousands of huge waves, four thousand pure yangs against four thousand heavens, playing countless battle groups, fighting wildly, and being extremely fierce.

Up and down the street, the sky was full of swords and swords, and blood was splashed everywhere.

After a few breaths, the surrounding houses were torn apart by thousands of sword marks. The sword qi that pierced the air shot out of the battle circle from time to time, breaking into the building, startling a burst of desolate screams and cries.

Brutal to the extreme...

"Don't wait for someone from the government to come!

Finally, someone can't stand the oppression of fear.

He just screamed, and ran out of the house with trembling legs, skirting his house. I was going to go into the side alleyway, but I fled farther away.

In the face of the rain that is pouring down, it is indeed a lot of courage for an ordinary person to take this step. Although the alley is not long, only three feet...

"Bang"

"Ahh

At the moment when he was about to walk out of the alleyway, a missing sword qi swept behind him, instantly cutting him in half.

A scream had just come out, and it stayed where it was as the body fell.

Nobody heard...

The biting and entanglement of the two predators in the rivers and lakes only carried out half a pillar of incense time. The knee-high snow has been completely melted, and not a single complete masonry can be seen on Dongya Street, which was originally flat all the way. In addition to fine sand and gravel, there is only fresh snow and blood...

"Peng..."

A few slightly smaller houses could no longer withstand the devastation of the aftermath of the sword qi and collapsed with a bang.

Several miserable cries came from the rubble.

Nobody cares...

If it weren't for the wind and snow on the street and the sound of collisions, you could faintly hear a few little baby's cries, which was very desolate...

When the houses collapsed, it seemed to shatter the silence between the rest of the buildings.

"Run", "Run...", "Don't wait...", "The defenders won't come!!"

There are a few families who are a little more courageous, and they have finally mustered up their courage. Pulling up his relatives, he had the courage to break out of the door and ran desperately to the alley in the distance...

Ten miles of street, 10,000 people fighting. The few people who ran out were like sails on the furious sea, and the monstrous waves beat them at will, and they could only sacrifice their lives to move forward...

The sword shadow in the sky was ruthlessly sprinkled on these desperate runners. Several middle-aged men who were responsible for guarding the outside were quickly decomposed by light blades. A blood road dozens of feet stretched to the door of their house, all the way to the entrance of the nearest alley.

By the time the outermost men fell, they were only half of their bodies. Half of them were left on the blood path one after another...

"The Rhubarb family is out!"

"Don't wait..."

"Let's go!"

"Daddy, let's go too"

“......”

Those who stayed in the house and were in a state of panic. I watched those families escape from the alley in a tragic way. I can't help but deeply feel the horror outside.

At the same time, everyone seems to have seen a glimmer of hope to live, and they are hesitating...

"Peng..." "Peng..."

The buildings on both sides are still collapsing.

The screams in the rubble, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, constantly tormented the people around them...

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

“......”

"Walking! If you don't go, you're dead!"

A small group of people are finally driven crazy by fear. They desperately ran out of the building, frantically fleeing to the nearest alleyway...

This also made the Ten Miles of Angry Sea a little more sailing...

With waves of huge waves, merciless lapping, and miserable screams, the whole street was resounded.

Some children, chopped up by the aftermath, eventually collapsed. There were also people who had their legs torn off and collapsed. There were also some people who were lucky enough to drag their bodies and crawl through the alleys and get out...

These escaped remnants brought bursts of encouragement to Pingming, who was still trembling in the room. Let more people escape from this terrible street...

The surrounding buildings have been destroyed to the point of decentness. The frequency of collapses is accelerating.

There are more and more people driven crazy by fear, a few, dozens, hundreds...

Eventually, countless civilians ran out of the door, carrying pots, or holding dolls, or caressing old people, wives and children, or jumping off windowsills, desperately rushing to the alleys leading to the outside.

How...

At this moment, the entire street was filled with indifferent swords and swords, as well as a ruthless explosion. There aren't many side roads left to get them through. And the lanes that allow them to escape are even narrower...

These countless people are like countless ants. Trembling huddled at the edge of the street, crowded at the entrance to the laneway, and more were squeezing out of the building.

The waves of swords dancing on the street were like a scythe of death, harvesting their lives wave after wave.

For a time, ten miles of long streets

It's like a ten-mile human purgatory...

Here, the most casualties were not the disciples fighting in the middle of the street. On the contrary, on both sides of the road, those unarmed civilians...

Here, no matter how weak the sword is, it can set off a piece of blood and scatter the stumps.

Countless people who had their limbs cut off sat on the side of the street, clutching the blood-spurting incisions, screaming miserably. Countless bereaved children looked around in fear and cried. Countless bodies lay in pools of blood, silent.

And those who can still stand, mercilessly step on the wounded people, children, bloody corpses that have fallen to the ground. Desperately squeezing into those narrow alleyways. Panic and despair filled the ten-mile purgatory.

The screams, the screams, the voices penetrated people's hearts.

The disciples of the two academies in the fight turned a deaf ear...

Ordinary people, always the most innocent people...

The entrance to the main street,

Fifteen white horses stood silently.

They've been here for a long time, and they've been watching for a long time...

Either unintentionally or deliberately. All the while, they just frowned unbearably and didn't make a move.

Xia Xun held the reins and sat on horseback. Under the frowning brow, there was a look of guilt. He looked at the snow on the buildings in the distance and nodded slightly.

Moments later...

"Bu..."

The snow that had not moved for a long time suddenly stood up and a figure stood up! Dressed in a green shirt and white embroidery, behind the back of the three-foot Qingfeng, was a seven-star disciple...

He looked at Xia Xun's side, nodded slightly, then took out a whistle from his arms and put it in his mouth...

"Py......" A long whistle sounded

Followed by...

"Bububu..."

On both sides of Shili Street, the roofs of thousands of buildings were covered with snow, and they all burst open.

"Woooo

The two thousand seven-star disciples drew their swords at the same time, jumped out of the snow, and jumped down.

"Da Da Da Da...", everyone landed almost at the same time.

"Guard!" they didn't join the street fight. Instead, he drank a word in unison, his whole body was full of anger, and he raised his sword to guard the side of the street.

"Ahh

"Don't kill me..."

"Uncle spares his life..."

"We didn't see anything" "We're just civilians ..."

Facing the seven-star disciple who suddenly fell from the roof. The fleeing man, who was already terrified, was suddenly so frightened that he fell to his knees and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Uncle, the little one really didn't see anything"

"Spare your life..."

"Spare us..."

“...”

It's just that...

No matter how frightened and scattered the fleeing people cried. The strongman in front of them still didn't say a word, just focused on raising his sword to guard.

These two thousand seven stars, a few zhang and one person stand opposite each other, connecting the ten-mile long street with two thin blue lines. Just like two flood control dikes, all of them block the sword that falls into the air. Let there be a safe place behind them that is more than a foot wide for people to walk.

The people behind them are still begging for mercy and dare not leave...

"Let's go"

"Let's go..."

Some of the seven-star disciples couldn't help but glance behind them and shouted.

"Huh?"

“...”

All the civilians who begged for mercy couldn't turn around for a while, and they thought they had heard it wrong.

"It's... This is... Let's go?"

It took a while for the innocent civilians who had been frightened to react. Feelings, these people in front of you are not here to kill people and kill them?

For a moment, everyone froze in disbelief. On their blood-covered faces, they couldn't help but reveal a variety of complex emotions. It's doubts, it's gratitude, it's the surprise of the catastrophe...

"Don't leave ... yet"

"Let's go!"

Several more shouts.

Finally woke up the poor group of escapees.

They didn't pretend anymore, after all, life is more valuable than anything else. After a few words of thanks, they each picked up the injured nearby and quickly walked to the nearest alley...

"What kind of conspiracy did this kid use to make Cao Renxuan willing to be a stepping stone for the Seven Stars?"

"Could it be that he did it again twenty years ago?"

"Chunyang actually played a trick to cross the sea..."

"What the hell is he going to do?"

When a fast horse came to report the news. In Yueyang Tower, those diners who were already in the clouds and fog were even more difficult to be confident.

Ten miles of Dongya Street

The battle between the two courtyards has come to an end.

The streets were bright red. There were no wounded but only the dead who fell to the ground. The corpses of minced meat all over the ground, if they were barely put together, would be about 2,000 people.

The people who can still fight on the street now have all the vitality in their bodies exhausted. A disciple who has almost cultivated to a point, as long as he shows a little flaw, the next thing is to be killed by a sword. The disciples above the Juyuan Realm were slightly better, but they were basically injured. It is estimated that it won't be long before there will be those who can exude their aura to fight, that is, only the sky-high players are left.

"Why didn't those two die?" a seven-star disciple who had been watching on the street for a long time couldn't help but ask.

This question may also be held in the hearts of several other people. It's just the atmosphere before, and it's not suitable to ask.

Xia Xun patted the snow on the green shirt and rolled up the leather whip: "Yu Guanchuan's prescription is fine, and Yuan Jingshui's medical skills will definitely not be a problem." So not only are these two people not dead, but that Yin Tianci should not be dead either..."

The fourteen people were slightly surprised, although Xia Xun did not explain. But they can also vaguely guess some of the meaning.

Xia Xun dismounted and hung the leather whip on the saddle. Continue to say lightly: "It's time to go..."

"I'll leave it to you next. ”

"Da Da Da ......"

Fourteen others also dismounted.

"Tengten..."

Fourteen different auras bloomed at the same time, gathering around Xia Xun.

Slowly stepping on the snow together, walking into Dongya Street...