Looking up to the sky and sighing, regretting it. The biggest mistake in his life was not listening to Chu Tao's advice: "The day of accompanying the tiger is not long, it is far away, but a good plan." "Now, who can walk? But he is the master of this stockade, and he is the only one, and he cannot despair.

Duan Tingyuan was furious, leading everyone who was still sober, and fought hard: knowing that there are many evils and few auspicious ones, he must also fight for a glimmer of life for everyone. He instructed all the martial artists to resist no matter what, at least until dawn, when the people of the Feather Sword Sect on the docks by the Long River would find out about the anomalies here, at least they didn't have to fight alone.

Kill! Swinging his knife left and right in a row, one by one, seven or eight white-clothed holy envoys fell to the ground under his sweep. The prestige of "serial slashing" is not inferior in any way. The crowd applauded and was inspired by his bravery. However, more than 20 white-clothed holy envoys formed a human wall to block the trestle and surrounded them. The sword light in his hand was condensed: "Shaking the sky"! Everyone was united, surging with a blow, and pressed down like a groundbreak. Instantly kill a large area of no man's land.

The blade slashed towards the white shadow without hesitation.

Beacon fire, burning lonely in the night.

There was not even one person to come to the rescue. Paiyun Pavilion, Tianyue Gate, seems to evaporate overnight. Even the person who would inevitably appear as long as Duanjiazhai would be in danger did not send any warning. They seem to have been forgotten by the world.

More and more white-clothed holy envoys climbed through the first gate.

The trebuchet did not work, retreated to the second gate, the bow and arrow did not work, retreated to the third trench. If the third door is broken, the whole village will no longer have the power to resist. The brilliance of the white blade was like a mountain of corpses and rivers of blood flowed up and down the walled tower.

Finally, under the violent impact, the gate of the village was violently opened.

Duan Tingyuan only felt a pain as if his heartstrings were broken. Suddenly, he bumped into a bloody man and was startled. It was actually the little servant who was the herald who fell at his feet covered in blood, and reported to death: "The three gates have been lost, and the strong enemies have swarmed in, countless ......" and then he was angry.

Grief and indignation.

In the midst of the noise, an even more arrogant command sounded: "No living creature will be left!"

He only heard Jiang Shaoyun's creepy laughter, but he couldn't see where Jiang Shaoyun was standing in the similar white clothes. A web of sword light surrounded everyone. Looking at the more than 20 blood-stained heroes standing around him, he said heavily: "Those who are willing to flee for their lives will fight their way out." May those who die with me take down Jiang Shaoyun's head!"

The heroes lined up in a phalanx and killed the place where the white clothes gathered. But before Jiang Shaoyun's direction could be found, this queue was dispersed by several successive oppressive sword qi. More people fell under the mysterious power of the Pear Flower Sword pressing their chests.

One by one, familiar figures, in the dark night, were torn to pieces by the white demon shadow. The blood is flying, and the sorrow is everywhere. Those who resisted died by the blade, and those who did not resist were tied to the doorpost, and wailed helplessly under the licking of the flames, until they were wiped out with the burning Duanjiazhai. The fire burned the whole sky. The sound of collapse can be heard everywhere. In the tragic ruins, hideous demons wielded weapons, sang and danced wildly in the music of death, and shouted.

What kind of tragic scene was this? The uncle and nephew were cut in two, and the nephew and daughter-in-law were cut open with a sword. In order to protect the dozens of swords in his body, the old butler became a chaotic bloody man. The brothers had their hands and feet cut off and chopped up to pulp under the sword. Duan Tingyuan was in tears. Wielding a long knife, he doesn't know where the blade should go. He found that he could save anyone. There are too many, those white-clothed holy envoys who are proficient in swordsmanship, they can't be eliminated like flying locusts, and they can't be destroyed.