Twenty-two years ago, a baby was still in swaddling clothes was taken to Huashan, twenty-two years later, Duan Fei was dressed in green clothes, hanging a long sword at his waist, since twenty-two years ago the same way down Huashan, his expression was cold and arrogant, faintly exuding a domineering spirit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Three days later, Qingzhou, Tibetan Sword Mountain, the former mighty martial arts Tibetan Sword Villa has become a piece of scorched earth, between the ruins and broken walls, Duan Fei's face sank like water, quietly staring at the scorched black stele in front of him, the stele was carved with a sword fifteen big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance, it is the seven magic steles that have been rumored to be boiling on the rivers and lakes in the past three years.

"The sky is unfair, I would rather become a demon!" Demon! Demon! Demon! Demon! Demon!" Duan Fei slowly muttered in his heart about the inscription on the Seven Demon Tablet, and his face that had always been ancient and waveless suddenly showed a look of extreme disappointment, and said: "Master Qi Shaozhuang, in vain, my master regards you as my strongest enemy in this life.

Unexpectedly, he was so naïve, what about immortals? What about demons? Can you become a demon if you want to become a demon? Is it invincible in the world if you become a demon? Such a naïve, destined to be invincible to me in the rest of your life, and now I am ordered by my master to take your life, but I met you when you were young, and let you live for a few more years. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Duan Fei raised a right hand that was as warm as jade and patted it lightly on the Seven Demon Monument, a green shadow seemed to be slow and fast, one step at a time, and he came out of the hometown of Zangjian Villa, and behind him, a gust of wind blew through the Seven Demon Monument, and the Seven Demon Monument, which was rumored to be miraculous on the rivers and lakes, turned into a pile of powder and went away with the wind.

Three days later, in Yuzhou, the Jianghu sect sent the Iron Sword Gate to station on the subway sword mountain, a green coat was like lightning, from the foot of the iron sword mountain all the way up to the iron sword forbidden subway sword hall, this road is not less than ten miles, but the green shadow is only half a breath, this green shadow is Duan Fei.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After Duan Fei, on both sides of the mountain road he had just passed, in the nine checkpoints carefully arranged by the Iron Sword Gate, the sound of banging was endless, and the sixty-four disciples of the Iron Sword Gate who were guarding the card actually exploded and died at the same time, which was strange and inexplicable.

In front of the Iron Sword Hall, sixteen elite disciples guarding the Iron Sword Hall also exploded and died at the same time, including three Iron Sword Sect elders, blood splattered everywhere, but none of them could get close to Duan Fei's body three feet in front of him.

Duan Fei turned a deaf ear to the blood-soaked situation around him, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the huge iron gate of the Iron Sword Hall, which was one foot high, if he wanted to enter the Iron Sword Hall, this fine iron gate was an obstacle that could not be bypassed.

If you were someone else, you would definitely go to the Iron Sword Gate to ask for the key, but Duan Fei's way was more direct and effective, he slowly raised his right hand, and the palm of his right hand was spread out, and the palm of his palm was straight towards the huge iron gate a foot away from him.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

I only heard a huge impact sound coming from the iron gate, and the one-zhang tall fine iron gate was actually smashed into the Iron Sword Hall by an inexplicable huge force, and then deeply sunk into the hard stone wall opposite the gate, making a loud bang, and the entire Iron Sword Mountain could hear it.

A moment later, the dense Iron Sword Sect disciples rushed towards the Iron Sword Hall like ants that they couldn't count, and the first few people were very fast, leaving the rest of the disciples far behind in a short time.

In front of the Iron Sword Hall, Duan Fei's expression was light, he slowly lowered his right hand, and slowly stepped into the Iron Sword Hall from the ground covered with blood and flesh, when he completely passed through the blood ground, he didn't even get a drop of blood on his feet, as if the blood on the ground was just an illusion.

In the Iron Sword Hall, it was huge and empty, except for the giant gate of fine iron that sank into the stone wall one foot deep, there was only a three-and-a-half-foot-long long sword hanging in the center, the long sword was three zhang from the ground, and it was also three zhang away from Duan Fei who was standing at the entrance.

If there are disciples of the Iron Sword Sect here, they will definitely be shocked, because this three-and-a-half-foot long sword is the treasure of the town sect that the Iron Sword Sect has enshrined in the Iron Sword Hall for generations, and it has always been tightly sealed by the 16 organs, and it is difficult to get it.

Duan Fei's star-like eyes swept through the Iron Sword Hall, and finally landed on the long sword, and he didn't see any movement, he suddenly had a three-and-a-half-foot-long long sword in his hand, and then looked at the center of the Iron Sword Hall, where a three-and-a-half-foot-long sword was obviously hanging, it was empty!

Looking at the sixteen organs that condensed the crystallization of the wisdom of the predecessors of the Iron Sword Sect over the past generations, it was like an ornament, and none of them were touched, even if this scene was seen by the disciples of the Iron Sword Gate, they would definitely think that they were hallucinating, and they would never choose to believe it!

"Khooth!"

Duan Fei didn't care at all how many mechanisms the Iron Sword Gate had prepared, he lowered his head slightly, stared at the long sword in his hand for a moment, his right hand that was as warm as jade gently swirled on the hilt of the sword, only to hear a soft sound, the treasure of the Iron Sword Gate was completely unsheathed.

Immediately, there seemed to be a full moon-like flash of light shooting out from Duan Fei's hand, gently hitting the hard wall of the Iron Sword Hall, and when he looked at Duan Fei again, he had already walked out of the Iron Sword Hall with the sheath long sword, and came to the mountain stone pavilion three hundred zhang away from the Iron Sword Hall.

At this time, a hundred zhang away from the stone pavilion, an old man in brocade took the lead, the long sword in his hand was already out of the sheath, and he was rushing towards the Iron Sword Hall, ten zhang behind the old man in brocade, closely followed by a woman in purple in her thirties.

Ten zhang behind the woman in purple, followed by the other five tall or short, fat or thin people, these seven people were the high-rise who stayed in the Iron Sword Gate, and farther behind them, a long black line could be faintly seen squirming towards the Iron Sword Hall.

In the stone pavilion, Duan Fei appeared too suddenly, and it was too quiet, the old man in brocade who was in the lead didn't notice that there was one more person in the stone pavilion, and rushed straight past the stone pavilion, and the rest of the high-level Tiejian Gate did the same, passing by the stone pavilion one by one, and no one noticed Duan Fei standing in the pavilion with his hands in his hands, quietly watching the sea of clouds under the pavilion.

"It's... What the hell is going on here!" The old man in brocade was the first to rush to the Iron Sword Hall, and noticed the corpses all over the ground in front of the Iron Sword Hall, as well as the entrance to the Iron Sword Hall that was unobstructed because of the lack of a fine iron gate, the old man in brocade was so frightened that his legs weakened, he knelt on the ground, and muttered to himself with an incredible face.

"Boom~"

Just when the old man in brocade was terrified in his heart, the Iron Sword Hall, which was five zhang high and was made of the hardest iron stone on the Iron Sword Mountain, collapsed violently, and the huge stones half a zhang long and wide rolled towards the Iron Sword Hall like an avalanche.

Most of them rolled down the mountain from all directions, but because a square about ten zhang wide was built in front of the Iron Sword Hall, there were also hundreds of huge stones rolling towards the square like mudslides, and on the square, the old man in brocade fell softly here.

"Door master, be careful!" Seeing that three or four boulders were about to fall on the old man in brocade, the woman in purple came in time, carrying the old man who had fallen into a sluggish state because of excessive fright, and retreated behind her, before she retreated three feet away, and was caught up by the constantly tumbling boulders.

With the light skills of the woman in purple, she would not have been caught up by the boulder, but now the woman in purple is carrying a big living person, and the speed is far less fast than when it is unusual, and the three or four boulders are rolling down from a height of five zhang all the way, and they have already accumulated a huge amount of strength.

"Bang!"

The woman in purple retreated violently, while lifting a mouthful of internal force, and slapped the boulder in front of her with her free hand, and felt a strong force coming from her right arm, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her right arm, and it was difficult to use it for a while, and she hung softly to the side.

It is also thanks to this rebound that the woman in purple carried the old man in brocade and retreated at a faster speed, and in the blink of an eye, she withdrew three zhang away, at this time, the boulder was gradually consumed because it rolled to the flat ground, and the speed slowed down after rolling six or seven zhang.

The rest of the high-level officials of the Iron Sword Gate finally arrived, dragging the two old men in brocade clothes to retreat quickly, so that the speed of the boulder slowed down, and the speed of the two old men in brocade increased, and after a few breaths, these seven high-level officials of the Iron Sword Gate were out of danger.

One by one, they froze in place, looking at the Iron Sword Hall that was already in ruins, no matter how much experience they had in the rivers and lakes, no matter how many incredible events they had seen, they had never thought that the Iron Sword Hall would collapse one day.

In the stone pavilion, although Duan Fei did not look at the purple-clothed woman and the others, he seemed to know everything hundreds of zhang away, and the thumb of his right hand pushed the hilt of the sword upward, and the long sword he was holding in his hand was unsheathed by an inch again, and his figure flashed, and he came to the high-level of the Iron Sword Gate who was stunned.

He stood on the pile of several boulders, held the long sword in his right hand, and pointed the tip of the sword straight at the seven high-level officials of the Iron Sword Gate who had not yet noticed him, and said in a condescending manner: "Lin Zhenzhen, Liu Ruyi, do you still remember this?"

With Duan Fei's words, a letter floated out of Duan Fei's arms and landed at the feet of the old man in brocade and the woman in purple, it turned out that the old man in brocade was Lin Zhen, the master of the Iron Sword Gate, and the woman in purple was Lin Zhenzhen's concubine Liu Rus.

Seeing this letter, the old man in brocade and the other seven people instantly felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and each took five or six steps back before stabilizing their figures, and Lin Zhen was the first to react, and pointed at Duan Fei with a trembling finger and said, "You... You are from the Huashan faction, impossible, the Huashan faction does not have a young master like you!"

Duan Fei's face sank like water, and he didn't answer, and said coldly: "Lin Zhenzhen, my Huashan faction knows that your iron sword is a good sword inherited from the ancestors of the Iron Sword Sect, so I propose to exchange it with you, and if you don't agree, forget it, but now you are secretly trading with the Demon Sect behind my back Huashan Sect, this is your own death, don't complain!"

After saying that, he didn't see any movement from Duan Fei, and the seven high-ranking officials of the Iron Sword Sect only felt a sharp sword qi pass through their necks, and in the next moment, six human heads flew out far away, because the speed was too fast, and after these heads flew out more than ten zhang away, the bodies of these six people reacted and fell to the ground softly.

"Khooth!"

Duan Fei quietly put his sword back into its sheath, stepped down from the stone pile like a walk in the air, put his hands behind his back, and walked past Liu Ru who was too frightened and stunned.

I know what you and Lin Zhenzhen are thinking in their hearts, they must think that my Huashan faction is no match for the Demon Sect, so I will leave you a dog's life, just to let you see, what is called the way to take death, and what is called the prosperity of those who follow me and those who oppose me die!"

Duan Fei happened to be next to Liu Ru when he said the first word, and when he finished the last word, he had already come to the foot of Tiejian Mountain, and the strange thing was that Liu Ru heard the voice that was not big or small, as if Duan Fei had been talking in her ear.

"Bang!"

On the mountain road, a series of explosions sounded like firecrackers set off by ordinary people during the New Year, hundreds of disciples of the Iron Sword Sect exploded and died one after another, and the blood stained the entire mountain road, and the rivers and lakes no longer have the sect of the Iron Sword Sect!

"The Dafa of Heavenly Demon Disintegration is actually the Dafa of Heavenly Demon Disintegration, hahaha, a famous and decent person, he actually practiced the crooked martial arts of the evil sect, hahaha, a twenty-twelve-year-old young man has actually practiced the Dafa of Heavenly Demon Disintegration, oh my God!"

On the side of the mountain road, I noticed the blood and flesh and bones along the way, the only living mouth of the Iron Sword Gate, Liu Ru, was crazy, laughing wildly, crying for a while, the wind blew from the direction of the Iron Sword Hall, and a letter hit Liu Ruye's face, and the letter read: Ling Potian collects, the payment is Lin Zhen, Liu Ruyi.

That Ling Potian is the elder of the Demon Sect, Lin Zhenzhen and Liu are like this, needless to say, there is also a piece of paper covered with red handprints in the letter, and under each red handprint, there is a person's name, there are Chen Ping, there are Li Ze, there are roughly three or four hundred, all of them are from the Iron Sword Sect.