"Don't be ashamed!" Chen Xinghong sneered and said loudly: "Although my Chenjiazhuang is not a big faction, fortunately, the brothers in the village are all bright and upright, and they have always been of one heart and one mind, united and progressing together, and they can't compare to your unsightly ghost!"

"Really?" The golden-silk black-robed man was not angry, but in a tone of old god's presence, after a while, he sighed and said leisurely: "This is a chess piece that has been buried for a long time, and it is a bit wasteful." However, after today, it is estimated that the name of the first village in the south of the Yangtze River in Chenjiazhuang should be picked. With that, he shouted, "Do it!"

Poof!

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of dense sharp weapons inserting into the body, and there were a few screams from the crowd behind Chen Xinghong, but many people were hit by their companions, relatives and friends, and even elders, and the surprise attack was successful. As soon as he succeeded, someone shouted in a low voice: "Go." A few people jumped back a few steps and were about to run in the direction of the man in black.

Chen Xinghong, Chen Xuanfei, Xuanhu and the other elders of Chen Jiazhuang turned around and saw all this, and they couldn't help but be angry, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe what they saw in front of them. The living brother did not die under the sword of the enemy, but died in the hands of his brother who gave his back to him with confidence. Chen Xuanfei's hand held the handle of the sword tightly, his pinched fingers turned blue, and the green tendons on his hands were twisted. Tiger eyes with tears, for these brothers who died under betrayal.

"Hate. I hate it. Chen Xuanfei shouted, drew his sword angrily, and a fierce true qi swept across several people who were rapidly retreating forward. The flying sword qi slashed at the last leaping figure, and the person's back was split in half on the spot, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and died on the spot.

"Where to go!" several elders made a furious move almost at the same time, trying to break the traitors into pieces.

"Hehe, we're not decorations. Do it. The golden-silk black-robed man raised his hand with one hand, and the black-clothed man behind him quickly rushed forward and fought with several elders.

Riots and suspicions filled the hearts of all the people in Chenjiazhuang, and the original number and formation advantage were rapidly weakening. Everyone didn't know how many traitors were lurking in the Dao, and the bloody facts told them that no one could be trusted. Only protecting yourself is the most credible.

The chaos was fought separately, and many Chenjiazhuang people were killed because of this. There are several longevity pine trees in the four corners of the Flying Sword Pavilion because of the death fight just now, leaving a lot of sword marks, sword marks, and sprayed blood.

Chen Xinghong and all the elders gathered together, facing the group of black-clothed people head-on. The golden-silk black-robed man in the back still looked light and breezy, sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall. The few people who had just leapt past were already running towards the black-robed man.

The person who came close in front of him came closer, knelt down on one knee with his fists folded, and saluted respectfully: "Subordinate Netherworld Palace Protector Xie Kun, see the Venerable Lord!"

"Get up. It's not bad, in this little Chenjiazhuang all these years, I have returned to the basics of practicing the Nine Yin Exercises. The golden-silk black-robed man said lightly. The Nine Yin Gong is the martial arts of the Zhen School of the Netherworld Palace, and when it is cultivated in the early stage, it is full of yin qi, and when it is against the enemy, it is breathtaking, like falling into hell. When practicing to the Great Perfection, there is a faint bit of treasure and solemnity, and the so-called avenue is the same way, which is probably the case.

"Thank you for your praise! In the past few decades, my subordinates have lived here, concentrating on cultivation, and waiting for the summons of the Venerable Lord. On weekdays, he only used the five elements to open the stele against the enemy, and never revealed the number of the family's bottom roads. Xie Kun stood up happily and said.

"Xie Kun, you thief! An unfamiliar white-eyed wolf dares to deceive me like this. A few meters away, hearing this, Chen Xinghong repelled the black-clothed man in front of him with a sword, his eyes glared at this side, and he shouted. The rest of the Chenjiazhuang people were also resentful, and they still fought on their own.

"Old man, for decades, this old man in Chenjiazhuang has long been tired of it, when he was ordered by the lord to sneak into Chenjiazhuang, the old man pretended to be chased and killed, and was seriously injured and asked for help. You who claim to be famous and upright, you just can't look down on life and death, for what bullshit and morality, what do you say to save people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. In the past few decades, the old man has also deliberately saved many people, and they have all been brought back to the village for resettlement. The old man also knows that you must be suspicious, and you must always be watching, so the old man has made a lot of contributions, and he has joined your Chen family. It is to calm your hearts. You don't know what to say, I deliberately scattered these people, and then went to the camera to win them over. I've also discovered a lot of your secrets. Hahaha, now that the Lord is called, Xie wishes he would have left earlier. Ha Lu Ha " Xie Kun said proudly, arrogant and arrogant.

"Old thief, grandpa can't wait to eat your flesh and drink your blood!" Chen Xuanhu heard his blood gushing and his anger soared. With a move of "Flame Lock Throat", he crushed the neck of the black-clothed man who was against him, and threw his hand in the direction, throwing the dead man towards Xie Kun with all his might.

Xie Kun held it with one hand, and a true qi spurted out of his palm, lightly supporting the man in black in the air, defusing this violent move, and then shaking his hand and throwing the body of the man in black aside. After finishing, he said relaxedly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I've been in your Chenjiazhuang for so many years, and I'm leaving, so I have to give you some gifts." With that, he clapped his hands a few times and made a gesture.

When I got the signal, I saw that the door of a hut not far from the Flying Sword Pavilion was kicked open, and two people who looked like Zhuang Ding were holding swords and holding a black hood on their heads, and people with their hands tied behind their backs were dragged towards this side. Gradually getting closer, Xie Kun smiled viciously, and then yelled: "Stop!"

After that, he stretched out his hand and pulled the black sleeve on the man's head, and said with a strange smile: "Look who this is!"

"Xuanfeng!"

"Eight Elders!"

Chen Xuanfengbu, whose mouth was gagged by strips of cloth, saw the light, his eyes couldn't help but have some tears, and he was whining and saying something.

Xie Kun held Chen Xuanfeng in one hand, and said with a smile: "It's this waste." Do you want it? Hahaha."

The two sides were at a stalemate again, Chen Xinghong lined up everyone, walked to the front, separated by dozens of meters, and said with a heavy face: "Xie Kun, what are you going to do if you capture Xuan Fei? ”

"Oh, is it?" Xie Kun said with a sneer, and after speaking, he pulled out the strip of cloth from Chen Xuanfeng's mouth.

Fang De could speak, and Chen Xuanfeng, who had a hoarse voice, shouted for help: "Grandpa, grandpa, help, help!"

"Ha Lu Ha ~ Look, this is what you said about killing and listening to the Zun Bian? Xie Kun laughed wildly.

The arrogant laughter was very harsh, Chen Xinghong's face darkened, and his eyelids slowly drooped. Chen Xuanfeng has been sluggish since he was a child, he was brought up by Chen Xinghong since he was a child, but unfortunately he has no qualifications, and after being defeated by Chen Xuanfei and Chen Xuanhu, Chen Jiazhuang has rules, and those who fail in the clan are not allowed to cultivate, and can only do some work to manage the industry. In this world where martial arts are respected. It can be said that there is no more life alive. This cannot but be considered a cruelty. But who is to blame for this? Chen Xinghong finally gave him the position of an elder against public opinion, and he can be regarded as worry-free in this life. Unexpectedly, he was captured. People's hearts are made of flesh, so how can this only grandson, Chen Xinghong, not love and protect him? But the rivers and lakes have the morality of the rivers and lakes. If he wants a famous master who has been famous for decades, in front of all the clansmen, to beg for people in a low voice, and to say what he wants, he Chen Jiazhuang is discredited, he Chen Xinghong is discredited, if he really wants to do that, what kind of face will he Chen Xinghong have to face all the clansmen in the future, and how will he stand on this bright ground? He can't do it! He really can't do it!

Let's sacrifice my life for righteousness, Chen Xinghong's heart ached, but there was nothing he could do, in the face of righteousness, he could only let Chen Xuanfeng scream there. (Recommended ticket, that's a distant legend.) ）

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