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Xilingkou under the light snow is not deserted, many people are still braving the wind and snow to shuttle back and forth on the street, Xu Beiyou walks slowly on the street with an umbrella, but it is not abrupt.

On this trip to Jiangdu, Xu Beiyou set the tone for himself to be cautious, but being cautious is not the same as being timid, he has always had an idea before entering the customs, the people of the Daomen may not be clear about the reality between him and the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall, so he can use this to make some articles, and he pretends to be the sword master of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall to make some noise, and then disguises that this is actually a plan used by the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall to protect the young master, so as to divert the attention of the Demon Suppression Hall from his true route.

As for whether this strategy is feasible, it remains to be seen after practice.

Now Xu Beiyou plans to kill a deacon of the Demon Suppression Palace, this movement is not big or small, just to see how the Demon Suppression Hall reacts, if it is impossible, he can also take advantage of the fact that he has not gone deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, retreat outside the gate early, and find another way.

Xu Beiyou looked at the gloomy sky above his head through the canopy eaves, and this light snow was actually showing signs of getting bigger.

Xu Beiyou walked to a no-man's land, took a light breath, and his figure suddenly rose, and instantly disappeared into the increasingly urgent vast wind and snow.

The sky is getting darker, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, and the streets are getting colder and darker in the wind and snow.

In a remote alley, a young Taoist in a cyan robe hurried by, followed by a dozen local Taoists in earthy yellow robes.

The young Taoist is from Jiangnan, and this is the first time he has come to the Northland border.

Snow, he is no stranger, the snow in his impression should be delicate and weak, just like the weak Jiangnan lady, but today's increasingly fierce snowfall has changed his impression of snow, majestic, not like a woman, but like a weathered old man.

This made his impression of Yanzhou even worse, this trip to the north was completely a chore, so far he had not seen any trace of the remnants of the Sword Sect, he himself felt a little ridiculous, just remembering the stern words of the chief deacon, he had to act step by step, even in this ghost weather, he had to brave the wind and snow to meet his boss.

The stray footsteps creaked on the snow.

Zhang Yugui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his hand, and more than a dozen Taoists behind him stopped in unison, reaching out and pressing on the hilt of the sword behind his back.

In the snow, a young figure standing with an umbrella appeared at the end of the alley.

The alley was narrow enough for two people walking side by side, and the young man stood in the middle of the alley, blocking all paths.

A leading yellow-clothed Taoist stepped forward and shouted, "Who is coming?"

The sound was not small, overpowering the sound of the wind and snow, and even a small tuft of snow shook down from the wall.

The figure holding the umbrella fell on deaf ears, still standing in the wind and snow.

A gloomy look flashed on Zhang Yugui's face, and the depressed mood that had accumulated for many days finally broke out completely, and he said impatiently: "Deal with it." ”

The leading yellow-clothed Taoist smiled coldly, and without hesitation, he was about to draw his sword.

However, before he could completely pull out the long sword behind his back, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, his steps staggered, one hand covered his lower abdomen, and blood flowed from his fingers.

His face was full of horror, and he didn't even see how the man made a move.

After taking a few steps forward, the yellow-clothed Taoist fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.

Zhang Yugui narrowed his eyes and waved his hand expressionlessly.

Behind him, the yellow-clothed Taoists drew their swords in unison, and then one by one, rushed towards the young man standing at the end of the alley with a swordfish.

In the wind and snow, the sword light is bright, and the long sword of the Dao Gate is slightly shorter and wider than the long sword of the Sword Sect, and it has a sense of heaviness.

Swordsmanship is a compulsory course for Daomen disciples, combined with their own cultivation, the second-grade realm can destroy gold and jade, although these Yanzhou Daomen disciples do not have the second-grade realm, but they have also stepped into the fourth-grade realm, a sword stabbed out, the momentum is awe-inspiring. If he didn't have this foundation, he wouldn't have been selected by Zhang Yugui to take with him.

The young man stood still, raised his hand, and the paper umbrella in his hand fluttered up, rising into the sky with the wind and snow.

The next moment, a long sword appeared in the young man's hand, a seemingly ordinary sword, which directly pierced the throat of the Daoist who rushed to the front, and then took a step forward, drew the sword and stabbed again, directly penetrating the chests of the two Daoists.

The young man who killed the three people with a shot did not stop, the long sword in his hand was like the wind, and more than a dozen Daomen disciples of the four-rank realm did not have the slightest power to resist at all, and most of them were slaughtered in an instant, and they were all killed by a sword, and there was no luck at all.

Zhang Yugui's face was solemn, this person's realm was definitely above the first grade.

Seeing this, the last two Taoists wanted to retreat, but they were beheaded by a sword, and their two heads flew high from their bodies, and then rolled down into the mud of the alley.

As the two headless corpses fell to the ground, the paper umbrella that flew into the sky just fell leisurely and was retaken by the young man.

Zhang Yugui stretched out his hand to hold the short sword at his waist and asked in a cold voice, "Sword Sect remnants?"

The young man held an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other, and said indifferently: "You can be a ghost on the Huangquan Road." ”

Zhang Yugui, who had a cold face, sneered, "Sure enough, it's the remnants of the Sword Sect." ”

The young man didn't say much, just folded the paper umbrella in his hand and threw it on the snow on the side of the road, and at the same time clenched the standard saber of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall in his hand, and the sword qi filled all around in an instant.

Zhang Yugui pulled out his short sword, like a cheetah bowed and rushed forward, without the slightest drag, he was good at assassination, although he was forced to fight head-on this time, which was very unfavorable to him, but Zhang Yugui didn't feel that there was no chance of winning, and he could save his life at the worst.

The young man didn't care about the short sword in Zhang Yugui's hand, but pointed the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand forward, and said with an indifferent smile: "The sword qi is in the air." ”

A sword qi cut through the layers of falling snow and roared.

Zhang Yugui rolled violently, dodging this sword qi, the wall behind him was cut in half by the sword qi, and then his body suddenly bounced up, the whole person was like a jumping poisonous snake, and the short sword in his hand seemed to be fangs, pointing directly at the young man's chest.

"What about the sword qi, if you can't hit someone, even if you can destroy the gold and jade, what can you do?"

Zhang Yugui instantly approached three feet in front of the man, and with a flick of his wrist, he was about to nail the short sword in his hand into his heart.

However, this swordsman from the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall shocked Zhang Yugui, the deacon of the Demon Suppression Hall, in the next moment, only to see that he actually pinched his short sword with two fingers, and he couldn't move forward any further.

After a short period of horror, Zhang Yugui did not hesitate to let go of the short sword, his five fingers pierced out like a hook, and said with a cruel smile: "Give me death!"

It was the swordsman of the Sword Sect Young Master Xu Beiyou's eyes that were instantly sharp, and the long sword in his hand was instantly shattered.

There was once a sword immortal, and the old man Cang Lei shook five hundred miles.

The sword qi and sword intent exploded like a mountain for a while, and as the fragments of the long sword shot out in all directions, Zhang Yugui was the first to bear the brunt.

Xu Beiyou actually used a rudimentary sword at this juncture.

Bang.

Zhang Yugui was hit in the back by a thunderbolt, and his face was bright red at first, and then extremely pale.

At the moment of life and death, the deacon of the Demon Suppression Hall finally did not dare to have the idea of stealing his life, and began to sacrifice his life to fight, and a hand knife slashed out, bringing out a scarlet light, like a blood-red crescent.

He gritted his teeth and smiled: "The remnants of the Sword Sect, what skills do you have without a sword?"

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Xu Beiyou's mouth, and between the lightning and flint, he stretched out his left hand to hold Zhang Yugui's hand knife, the palm of his hand was dripping with blood, and then the middle finger of his right hand was combined as a sword finger, and he lightly touched his heart.

Although the gap between the disciples of the Sword Sect and the three feet of Qingfeng in their hands is really big, it does not mean that the disciples of the Sword Sect can only be slaughtered without a sword in their hands.

The sword qi entered the body and reached the heart.

Zhang Yugui's pupils suddenly dilated, and there was no more blood on his face.

The wind and snow are sudden.

Xu Beiyou let go of his hand and slowly stepped back.

With a pop, Jang Yugui fell to his knees, and then fell forward on the snow, his head tilted sideways, dead and blind.

Xu Beiyou thought about it, reached into Zhang Yugui's arms and groped for a while, took out a jade plaque indicating his identity, and then picked up the paper umbrella he had just thrown away, and slowly left with the umbrella.