"Who the hell are you?"

The long sword was added to his neck, and the face of the man in white finally changed color, "You are so bold! Do you know what this place is?"

Even if he was necked by Yang Xian's long sword, his tone was still tough: "If you dare to draw your sword under my Holy Gate Mountain, you are still the first to ......."

"Poof!"

Yang Xian's long sword flashed slightly, and he had cut off one of this person's ears, and sighed softly: "Brother, you have two choices, one is to be killed by me now, and the other is to go up the mountain and help me report it." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He shook the long sword in his hand slightly, and shook it into two with a "snap", "You choose it yourself!"

"You ......"

The man in white covered his ears, his heart was cold, and he said sharply: "You dare to kill me?"

"Poof!"

Yang Xian pointed at him like a sword, and with a slight click, a sword qi came out, instantly cutting off his other ear.

Yang Xian was annoyed that he dared to use a killer on himself for no reason, and he would not be merciful at this time, if he didn't need a messenger, this person would have been killed by him on the spot.

He looked at the man in white with a frightened look on his face, and said lightly: "If you say one more word, I will cut off your head with the next sword!"

The man in white was frightened, and swallowed his anger and said, "Who are you?"

Yang Xian said: "You tell the Lord of the Thunder Gate, just say that Yang Xian of the Confucian Sect came to worship the mountain!"

The white-clothed man was shocked, took a deep look at Yang Xian, ignored the blood in his ears on both sides, and flew towards the mountain, and disappeared in a few ups and downs.

"Brother Xian, why are people in the Demon Gate like this?"

Xiao whispered that at this time, she was no longer timid and fragile when she first saw Yang Xian, even if she saw Yang Xian cut off the ear of the man in white, she was not too scared, she was just a little angry: "He scolded us first, and we were about to kill us before we even spoke?" How can this be true? My second brother said that although people in the Demon Gate act unrestrainedly, they rarely deliberately do evil!"

Yang Xian said with a smile: "The children of the Southern Sect of the Demon Sect generally have this kind of face, but the children of the Northern Sect have always been heroic and rarely kill innocent people, and today this man in white looks like a disciple of the Southern Sect." ”

He stood in front of the Qingyu archway, looked at the sky with his hands, and said lightly: "Whispering, I have a very bad premonition." ”

Xiao whispered curiously and asked, "What's bad?"

Yang Xian saw a nervous look on Xiao Xiaoyu's face, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "Forget it, maybe I'm thinking too much!"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Xiao's whispering hand, "Let's go up the mountain in a while, if you don't see your brother, you can go down the mountain with me, don't wait for this Seven Emotions and Six Desires Peak!"

Xiao nodded softly and said, "Hmm!"

After the two stood at the bottom of the mountain for a while, they suddenly heard the bell on the mountain ringing loudly, and the "bang bang bang" kept ringing.

After a while, more than a dozen disciples dressed in black and white walked down the mountain and lined up to the left and right sides of the Qingyu archway, with black clothes on the right side and white clothes on the left side, holding their breath and standing still.

On the mountain road among these disciples, a middle-aged man surrounded by many disciples slowly walked down.

This person is tall, with five long beards dyed like ink, wearing a black robe, wearing a comb on his head, worry-free shoes under his feet, and a golden silk around his waist.

"Black Emperor Qin Wujiu?"

Yang Xian frowned when he saw this person, "Why is he the one who came down the mountain?"

Xiao whispered and took Yang Xian's hand and asked softly, "Brother Xian, who is he?"

Yang Xiandao: "A person who dreams of becoming an emperor!"

He stood motionless, looking at the black-clothed emperor who came over, his face sinking like water.

Yang Xian is now the master of Confucianism, the master of the nine sects and thirteen sects and eighty-one sects, what is his status?

When he went to the medicine mountain with Shi Duxiu, Li Qingnang, the head of the doctor's family, led the people down the mountain to greet him in person, as a sign of grandeur.

Now in front of this Demon Gate Mountain, Lei Dongtian, the master of the Demon Gate, instead of going down the mountain to greet him, came to such a thing, which really made him uncomfortable.

"Boy, you cut off the ears of my Jiao Peng guard just now?"

The black-clothed man in the emperor's costume stood in front of the hillside, pointing his finger at Yang Xian and scolding loudly: "You are so bold, you even dare to make a move against the guards of this king's front hall, aren't you afraid that this king will destroy your nine clans?"

He scolded, waved his hand, and ordered: "Take it, live or die!"

After he finished speaking, a group of people behind him rushed down the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Yang Xian, with the blades in their hands out, slashing at Yang Xian mercilessly.

Just when these people were attacking him, Yang Xian had already hugged Xiao Qingyu into his arms, his body flashed, he had disappeared from the place, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the middle-aged man in the imperial suit, and slapped it suddenly.

"Boom!"

Before this palm was slapped, the man in the imperial suit already felt that his breath was not smooth, his body was like a mud, and his body suddenly tightened.

The man in the imperial suit was taken aback, hurriedly dodged back, and shouted: "Escort! escort! uh......"

Although he retreated quickly, Yang Xian's speed was even faster, and after a palm was slapped, before the strength was used, he withdrew his palm and changed positions, and the person flashed suddenly in the air without any support, and he had already reached the back of the man in the imperial suit, and then another palm was slapped out.

His palm was as fast as lightning, and the man in the imperial suit didn't have time to react, so he was hit on the shoulder by his palm, and with a "click", his left shoulder was already broken.

The body of the man in the imperial suit shook suddenly, his eyes showed an unbelievable look of horror, and he was about to open his mouth to say something, but then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell to the ground limply.

After Yang Xian slapped it, he immediately stood in place and stopped moving, he put Xiao Qingyu down gently, and then pulled up one of the legs of the man in imperial clothes who fell softly in front of him, and commanded Xiao Qingyu: "Let's go up the mountain!"

Xiao whispered and looked at the group of Demon Sect disciples who were shouting and pounced under the stone ladder, "Brother Xian, what should they do?"

Yang Xian said: "Don't worry about them!"

He pulled one of the legs of the man in the imperial suit and dragged him towards the mountain like a dead dog.

"Bouncing"

As Yang Xian dragged upward, the head of the man in the imperial suit couldn't help colliding with the stone steps of the mountain road, and after just a few steps, the person's appearance had become blurred and not human.

The disciples of the Demon Sect who rushed down the mountain were shocked and quickly pounced on Yang Xian, wanting to save this person from Yang Xian's hands.

Sensing the attack of these disciples, Yang Xian didn't look back, and the five fingers of his empty hand swung in turn, "snort" One after another qi emanated from his fingertips and shot towards the people who pounced.

"Ouch!"

"Bang!"

All the disciples of the Demon Sect who pounced on Yang Xian were all injured by the strength, fell from the air on the spot, fell on the stone steps, and then rolled down the mountain.

For a while, the screams, scolding, crashing, and moaning were incessant.

Yang Xian turned a deaf ear to these, and just instructed Xiao to whisper: "Keep going up, I have a reason to go up to the mountain!"

The two of them went all the way up, and there were also many demon sect disciples on the mountain who heard the movement and came to stop them, but they were all knocked to the ground by Yang Xian.

After a few long flights of stairs, a huge palace appeared in front of the two of them.

Yang Xian dragged the man in imperial clothes to the gate of the palace in a few steps, and with a few flicks of his fingers, he knocked down several guards in front of the gate.

He looked at the man in imperial clothes who was being dragged all the way by him, sneered a few times, and reached out to untie the person's belt, tied his legs, and hung upside down in front of the palace gate.

"Whisper, you go to the side and fold a few wattles for me!"

Yang Xian instructed Xiao beside him to whisper, "It's best to be thorny!"

Xiao whispered and folded a few wattles from the side of the road and handed them to Yang Xian, and asked softly, "Brother Xian, what are you doing here?"

Yang Xian took the thorn strip, and suddenly pumped it towards the man in the imperial suit who was hanging upside down, and said lightly: "Slap in the face!"

ps: Thank you for the tips of the two of them, Xiaoxinluohu, and there are two more helmsmen in this book, thank you.

At the same time, let's talk about the subscription of this book.

Up to now, the book has been ordered at 400 for the first time and 300 for each book. What does it mean, that is, there are only 300 people subscribed to one palm, and the money for a subscription is about a dime, which is not even a dime if you count the increase in coins, so I said that I hit the street. I write four or five thousand words a day and earn five or six yuan, which is really a bit of an interest and lack of money, and I am not a full-time writer, Dajiang still has his own job, and it is not easy to make time to write a few thousand words a day.

But today's subscription is indeed a bit of a slap in the face!