By the time we entered the city, it was completely dark.

He Yi's divine thoughts swept over this vicissitudes of life in a radius of only a few miles, and tens of thousands of people, old and young, were all seen by him in an instant, and there was nothing to hide.

Here he needed to glance at the children of forty-eight.

"Wait, I'll be right back. Whispered to Lori beside her, He Yi's figure flashed and disappeared on the long street.

At this time, the cloth-clothed swordsman who killed the young son of the Xu Mansion was buying a pot of turbid wine, strolling slowly while sipping it, and calmly rushed to the Xu Mansion where everyone in the Burning City was far away.

Confidence comes from strength, for a group of Qi refining minions and a few foundation building cultivators, Jin Dan Zhenren is enough to laugh at Fengyue. But He Yi is a thousand times stronger than that swordsman, but he can't pick up confidence in this vast vastness.

The mediocre people of the city were unseen, and while they were eating dinner, shaking their fans, teasing their children, and chatting about the weather, a ghostly figure came and hurried away.

No, no, no......

Neither.

But after a while, He Yi returned to Lori who was standing motionless on the corner with a little disappointment. In this brief moment, he looked at dozens of pairs of eyes, some bright and some innocent, and some of them seemed dull, but no matter how divine and intelligent, none of them could make his heart tremble and produce a sense of familiarity.

The loss of seven days made him wonder if the reincarnated person really had nothing to do with his previous life, so no matter how familiar he was with the person he used to be, he couldn't find common ground from another person who was almost irrelevant. In other words, when sentient beings go through the six realms of reincarnation, the lives of the past life and this life will not be the same, or even similar, and the person he wants to find is not a person at all.

No one reminded him, and the soul washed by the yellow spring water naturally wouldn't remember that Yun Xuan, who he had been unable to let go, was not an ordinary human at all, but a flower blooming on the wall of Xuanbao Baochen Palace.

"Not here. He whispered the results of his trip, which he had said hundreds of times in seven days.

Lori knew that he was a little tired, so she said softly: "Rest, watch the play." ”

What you want to see is naturally the revenge of the swordsmen who were killed.

He Yi glanced down at Lori's pink-carved face, mumbled, and responded, "Okay, watch for a while before leaving." ”

As soon as he swept his thoughts, he noticed that the swordsman was slow, and he had just turned into the street where Xu's Mansion was located after returning from a circle around the city.

I don't know if it's the right time, but the moment the swordsman turned around the corner, the coachman who went back to report the news happened to be thrown out of the gate of Xu's mansion. At this time, the coachman's limbs had been cut off in half, and his body was also beaten to a bloody blur, dripping with blood, and dying.

The screams were so weak that they could barely be heard, and the cloth-clad swordsman took a sip of cloudy wine, which trickled down the stubble from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the slate that had left the heat of the day. He laughed loudly: "It's been more than ten years, and Master Xu's style has not changed at all, and he is still so ruthless. ”

Brushing together, the group of guards in front of the Xu Mansion turned their heads, and a pair of blazing eyes burst out with a consistent killing intent in their eyes!

"You still dare to come!" An angry roar came from the courtyard of the Xu Mansion, followed by a middle-aged scribe wearing a thin silk coat in front of the Xu Mansion. Although he was dressed as a scribe, the middle-aged man's eyes were cold and cruel, and his strength was even more majestic than that of ordinary warriors.

That person was Xu Zhongying, the master of the Xu Mansion, a flesh body monk in the realm of gathering spirits!

"Give it to me, and cut him with a thousand knives to sacrifice my son!" Without any communication, as soon as Xu Zhongying saw the cloth-clothed swordsman, he immediately issued a killing order!

When this sentence fell, He Yi and Lori were still on the street corner in the distance, and when the more than ten guards drew their swords, and the rest of the people in the mansion who had some cultivation heard the sound and wanted to rush out, the two were already standing on the courtyard wall of the Xu Mansion.

There was a sound of footsteps, the sword slashed through the air and made a slight groan, and more than a dozen leading guards attacked the key points of the cloth-clothed swordsman at the same time.

"Fifteen years ago, it was the same thing. The cloth-clothed swordsman's face did not change, his body fluttered lightly and retreated a foot away, and he took another sip of turbid wine, and then said: "It's just that it wasn't me at that time, but my father." ”

Choke~

Qingyue's sword roared, and the rusty sword had no hands to help it out of its sheath.

"It is not my weak father who faces you now, but me. Narrowly escaped death and left his homeland. In the past 5,500 days and nights, Chu has never forgotten the kindness of his father and mother in the past, and he has never forgotten the blood feud you gave me that night!" The tone was suddenly sharp, and the sword trembled suddenly, bursting out more than a dozen dazzling sword rays, devouring more than ten lives in an instant.

The sword glowed like lightning, illuminating the dull colors. Blood quickly spurted out, wetting the street.

That sword, in He Yi's eyes, may be commonplace, but in Xu Zhongying's eyes, it is tantamount to a deathknell!

"You, you are actually ......" Xu Zhongying pointed to the cloth-clothed swordsman, and was shocked for a while. He was shocked by the identity of this swordsman, and even more shocked by the strength of this swordsman. In the past, he had made countless enemies, and he had not been retaliated against, but among those people, none of them could compare with this person. Because the swordsman's father was once his and his father's master!

This Xu Mansion was still surnamed Chu fifteen years ago!

"I can understand your feelings, because I was just as shocked and helpless at one time. The swordsman laughed, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the rusty sword fell into his hand. He walked slowly towards Xu Zhongying, and continued, "You should be glad that I am more merciful than you, because my sword is fast, and you will not suffer for too long." And I'm not going to kill your dad in front of you. ”

With each step, his momentum climbs by a point. The somewhat heavy steps were like a drum beating on the hearts of the people opposite, whether it was those guards who were guarding the home and nursing home, or Master Xu and his senior brothers and disciples, apprentices and grandchildren, they were all overwhelmed by the power of that sword and the increasingly deep cold killing machine.

The shadow of fear shrouded this space, and when the swordsman's momentum climbed to its peak, and even the thin clouds in the sky began to thicken, the rusty iron sword moved again!

I saw a sword light flash like lightning, with a long tail, piercing the chests of more than ten people with a snap of his fingers, and falling back into the hands of the swordsman.

After a breath, the blood of more than a dozen people who were pierced through their hearts by the sword light surged, and they fell down one after another. Only Xu Zhongying, as a flesh monk, still has a trace of his breath. His face was filled with bitterness, and the shock of Fang Cai had been relieved, as if he had figured out a lot of things in this short moment.

Xu Zhongying vomited blood, stumbled and spit out a sentence: "I knew it earlier...... The fish that slip through the net will eventually become a big disaster. It was me in the first place...... Inadequate...... Decide...... ...... and then plopped to the ground.

This is the head of the Xu family, and his life is cut off in front of his own house!

At this time, there was not only one swordsman standing outside the gate of the Xu Mansion, but there were more than ten ordinary guards who had not cultivated and were stunned and at a loss.

Xu Zhongying's last sentence seemed to touch some emotions in the swordsman's heart, his momentum decreased slightly, he looked down at the middle-aged corpse on the ground that was still warm, and whispered: "You used to be my good uncle, but it's a pity that your delusions are too heavy, and you are no different from your father." ”

Before the sword was sheathed, he took a sip of cloudy wine, stepped on the steps that were once familiar, but now unfamiliar, and slowly walked into the mansion.

A moment later, he threw off the corpse all the way and came to the main hall of the Xu Mansion.

At this time, the Xu Mansion was completely shaken, and there were noisy voices all around, mixed with the cries of women and children. In the main hall, there was a silver-haired old man who had no cultivation and sat calmly on the Taishi chair, looking at the swordsman who was walking slowly with a calm expression.

"Let's do it. The old man seemed to have put life and death out of the way, and the noise of the outside world did not affect his mood in the slightest, and his face did not change when he died.

The cloth-clothed swordsman was very decisive, and he didn't even want to say a word to this person, so he sent out a sword directly, and cut the old man under the sword two zhang away.

He Yi and the others had been standing on the courtyard wall of the Xu Mansion watching all this, and he knew that although the swordsman was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, he was still clear-minded and had not been blinded by hatred and killed innocents indiscriminately. In this line, he killed forty or fifty people, except for the silver-haired old man, all of them were people with cultivation, and it was estimated that they should belong to the outer branch of the evil alliance.

This mansion, in fact, He Yi came once two quarters of an hour ago, because there were also two little girls four or five years old in the Xu Mansion. If the child he had just seen was killed under his nose, he would naturally not be able to accept it, but the swordsman was not a ruthless person who cut the grass and eradicated the roots, and after killing the old man, he took the rusty sword back into its scabbard.

He Yi saw that the swordsman was standing outside the door of the main hall and slowly scanned the things around him, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, and after a while, he slowly left this mansion under the various eyes of the noisy or trembling people of the Xu Mansion.

No one dared to stop him, for all those who had the ability were already dead.

Walking outside the door, the corpses all over the ground were still there, and Yin Yin's blood was like splashing ink in the night.

The swordsman stopped, smashed the plaque hanging high with his backhand, and then pulled out the rusty sword again, and the sword qi flew and carved a profound "Chu" character that could not be erased on the plaque.

Cocking his neck and taking a sip of choking wine, he strode away.

The distance was only a few zhang away, and He Yi could clearly feel the thick exhaustion and vicissitudes of life emanating from the swordsman's body. Under the shroud of his divine thoughts, the cloth-clothed swordsman quickly left the long street and walked all the way in the direction of the east gate.

"Where is he going?" asked Lori, confused.

He Yi thought for a while, and replied uncertainly: "Drink, or find someone." ”

There is drinking, and after drinking a pot of turbid wine, the swordsman did ask for another pot when passing by the tavern. It's just that he can't tell whether he is looking for someone or not, because he quickly left the city and continued to rush eastward, not with a sword, but only on his legs.

Suddenly, Lori was shocked and said, "Another one!"

He Yi scattered his thoughts into the distance, and sure enough, he found a black-clothed swordsman Edgeworth speeding in the night thousands of miles away.

Thousands of miles are very short for immortal cultivators, but in a few moments, the black-clothed swordsman chased after him, and quickly found the cloth-clothed swordsman who was drinking and venting.

"Brother Chu!" shouted in the air, and the black-clothed swordsman collected his sword and flew in front of the cloth-clothed swordsman, his expression looking very anxious.

The cloth-clothed swordsman who had drunk a lot seemed to be a little drunk, raised his eyes and glanced at the visitor, and then said lazily: "It's Brother Xue, aren't you encircling and suppressing the minions of the evil alliance with your teacher, why do you have time to come to me for a drink?"

The black-clothed swordsman looked at him and guessed what happened tonight, but this was not the time to comfort his friends, he said anxiously: "Brother Chu, there is an opportunity to drink, and the important thing now is to save those innocent children first." Those bastards of the evil alliance have lost their conscience, and in order to deal with us, they have captured thousands of young children, what kind of magic weapons do they want to refine! Without your help, we may not be able to protect those innocent children alone, so please Brother Chu, you put aside your personal affairs for the time being, and then make a contribution to the common people in the world!"

"Kid, magic weapon?"

"Kid!"

Two voices came out at the same time, one outside the city and one inside the city.

The void crossed in the blink of an eye, and He Yi suddenly appeared in front of the black-clothed swordsman, and asked quickly, "Where is the location of the evil alliance you are talking about?"