"Haha"

The laughter is crazy, and the tears are exhausted.

The seriously injured man seemed to be laughing at himself for his powerlessness in the face of the wicked mermaid's flesh, and he also seemed to be laughing at the powerlessness of the people present. Looking at the dragon robe that had stepped down from the high platform, the people in the field could only watch silently, looking deeply, watching him leave calmly.

The lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the rivers and lakes were tortured and killed by him in the palm of his hand in a few days, and the corpses were bled and roasted for alchemy. Such a thing, no matter what era it is put in, is enough to describe it as exterminating humanity. Just as the old Taoist and the seriously injured man said, the cave that does not see the light of day is hell, those masked abusers are evil ghosts, and this prince who kills people without seeing blood and hides behind the scenes is the king of the devil who rules that hell!

Needless to ask, even a hint of the horrific truth is enough to make people uncontrollable. The anger in the eyes of the strong Daoist was already undisguised, and looking at King Yueyang, who was gradually walking away, he asked word by word, "Where are their corpses now?"

The questioning voice was not loud, giving the impression that the Taoist was just asking the seriously injured man lying next to him. And the seriously injured man seemed to think so too, he slowly put away his smile, shook his head weakly, and said, "I don't know. After the corpses were removed from the bamboo poles, they were placed in one place and sprinkled with sulfur powder. On the day when the elixir was refined, it was transported out of the cave along with the elixir. We're shackled, we can't follow..."

"Where are their bodies now?"

"Huh?"

After the seriously injured man finished speaking, the strong Taoist coldly repeated the question again. The man only reacted at this time, and it turned out that the person asked by the strong Taoist was not him, but the king of Yueyang in the distance.

"Da... Click..."

In the distance, King Yueyang's feet did not stop, as if he hadn't heard the question, he turned his back to the direction of the big ship and walked away calmly. The cold moon reflected the cold light on his clothes, which seemed even more gloomy, it was an indescribable coldness, like a sharp sword that was being sheathed with blood, under the blood was a sharp edge that could take a person's life at any time, and anyone's life was like a mustard under this edge, not worth mentioning.

"I ask you, where are their corpses?"

The words were no longer asked, but shouted! The words were as loud as a beast about to become angry roaring in the silent night, echoing through the valley! However, even so, King Yueyang ignored it and walked calmly. The calm between his brows revealed his contempt for this matter, and his disregard for the roar of the beast...

"Tsk..."

The palm of his hand slowly pressed against the hilt of the sword, and it was not difficult to see that the anger of the strong Daoist had burned to the extreme.

"The ancestor of the world, the supreme pure yang, no one can humiliate him. The silver sword slowly unsheathed, and the cruel words leaked out from between the teeth of the strong Daoist: "I'll ask you one last time, where is the corpse now!?"

"Wow..."

Loud again, thousands of silver swords that had been returned to their sheaths on the big ship were pulled out again almost at the same time! The silver mangs bloomed, the killing intent was Ling Ran, and the sword pointed at the figure under the high platform!

"Da, da..."

It's just that King Yueyang hasn't stopped, or maybe he hasn't had the idea of stopping at all. It seemed that the thousands of silver swords behind him that exuded murderous intent were just a little bloody air. Yue Yang Wang walked calmly, his expression was serious and natural, getting farther and farther away, he walked past the range of the high platform, walked past Xia Yuan's side, and walked along the aisle between the banquet halls with everyone's gathered eyes, and quietly walked towards the exit of the night banquet.

And, at this time...

"Tsk..."

"Stop. ”

A soft drink accompanied by a touch of silk rubbing sound sounded softly, and then a figure that was not too tall immediately attracted all the eyes here. Coiled dragon silver crown, black hair and long beard, hand in hand dust, no wind automatic. This person is none other than Zhou Yuanshan, who has reached some kind of ulterior agreement with Xia Yuan tonight in the name of the Thirty-Eight Branches of the Pure Yang Sect in the Southern Regions!

He had endured it for a long time, and the reason why he stood up now was because he had been waiting, waiting for something to be done by the majestic body in front of him.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

From the moment King Yueyang stepped down from the high platform, until now King Yueyang was about to leave, that majestic figure stood like an iron tower, and it never moved. Although he was hesitant and puzzled, he didn't know what Xia Yuan was thinking at this time, why he didn't hurry up to stop people. But he knew that he couldn't wait any longer, because the matter in front of him was a matter of the rivers and lakes, not a court matter. Kill people with a knife, collect a knife to drink, and the rivers and lakes will have to be the rivers and lakes, this is the rule of the people in the rivers and lakes, although rude but direct. They are different from the people in the official mansion, ruling the world, leveling all directions, calculating and strategizing, and what is needed to make a trade-off is calm and patient, and this court is the best. And the grievances and hatreds on the rivers and lakes have always been happy, and no one who can do it will talk to you, only with that cheek and a head. If the face is lost, then there is no need to keep this life. Therefore, no matter how monstrous the power of that prince is tonight, and how terrifying the power in his palm is, it is better to destroy a mansion in one night, or to kill thousands of academies. Since he has been involved in the lives of the people under the Pure Yang Sect, then tonight, as the leader of the Pure Yang Branch in the Southern Regions, Zhou Yuanshan must stand up and do something. Even if the result of this is that he is likely to bury his body in Yueyang City, and the blood will gradually disappear into the water river, it doesn't matter.

Because, his name is Zhou Yuanshan, and the sword is pure yang!

The ancestor of the world, the supreme pure yang. King Dili, what is it with me? Worship the mountain and enter the immortal line, life and death are pure yang people. Although this is only an "abandoned" branch of the Southern Regions, the Pure Yang Palace is the Pure Yang Palace, and it has been lost face once upon a time? Who dares to lose face to it? Not even the divine sword that killed the world twenty years ago!

White gas rises...

"Shhhhh

The silver-white aura like the bright moon gradually filled Zhou Yuanshan's whole body. The long whisker of dust, like a dragon dancing with the wind under the bright moon, a restrained Dao rhyme gradually became irritable, it was like a shadowless and invisible long sword was slowly stabbing out, with a cold wind, from Zhou Yuanshan's body to the back of King Yueyang, no one could see its true body, but anyone could feel its existence.

"Da..."

Perhaps feeling this imminent killing intent, King Yue Yang finally stopped his steps. Slowly, he turned his face to the side, quietly looked at Zhou Yuanshan in the distance, and did not speak. It's just that the kingly momentum of contempt for all beings revealed in his eyes is telling everyone that he is disdainful of Zhou Yuanshan!

And, at the same time...

"Array!"

"Chirp..."

A loud shout, like a sea storm!

The red tassel is strong, and the steel knife is flanked!

At the moment when King Yueyang turned his face, the thousands of palace guards guarding all over the high platform shouted almost at the same time!

At the same time, on the other side.

"Three flowers gather at the top!"

"Order!"

"Boom!"

On the big ship, the white-haired old Taoist who was the leader waved the dust and said coldly! All the Daoists scattered on the big ship almost simultaneously received an angry shout! After a few steps, the silver sword waved, and the thousands of Daoists instantly turned into thousands of afterimages, and they swept towards the bow of the ship...

"Defend the heavens!"

"Imperial Heavenly Pivot!"

"Finger Yaoguang!"

“......”

The order was drunk continuously, and the sound was repeated.

At most, there were only a few breaths before and after, and the thousands of Pure Yang Dao people who had gathered in the past were extremely tacitly divided into three parts, southeast, south, and south, forming a triangular sword formation that was rapidly attacking in wartime! Thousands of people in the south corner stood with their swords held flat on their chests, ready to go. There are also thousands of people in the north corner rowing Tai Chi, generating sword qi, and pointing to the bottom of the high platform!

"Wow... Wow..."

The battle array is murderous, and Wang Qi hunts against the wind.

The shield armor is sonorous, and the silver sword fights against the water!

In an instant, the needle-pointed wheat mang, the dangerous Yingshui Night Banquet was once again turned into a battlefield full of wolf smoke by the actions of this shield armor and silver sword! With the surging waves and the wind blowing lightly, the Yingshui Night Banquet, which had been suppressed all night, seemed to be really about to see blood. Whether it is the smell of the wind or the sound of the water, there is a cold smell of blood.

Answer his question. Zhou Yuanshan looked at King Yueyang coldly, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Corpse, where is it now." ”

In the words, there is a determination to sacrifice one's life for righteousness. No one would doubt that if King Yueyang couldn't give a satisfactory reply later, Zhou Yuanshan would inevitably have the determination to fight to the death. King Yue Yang straightened his sleeves, his majestic and cold gaze slowly moved from Zhou Yuanshan's body to Xia Yuan not far away, and said calmly: "Your people are very good at doing things. ”

"Heh, you're thinking too much again. With a disdainful smile, Xia Yuan grinned and said contemptuously: "Grandpa, although I am bullish, I don't have the ability to take in the Pure Yang Sect." ”

"In other words, he's not your person anymore?" said Yue Yangwang in a calm voice.

"It's not. Xia Yuan replied with a smile.

"Okay, I see. ”

King Yueyang slowly put his hands around his waist, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Yuanshan again: "Then your life..."

"It's mine. ”

"Huh!"

"Phew!"

"Poof!"