The eunuch said calmly: "Tell me your name, I will not kill unknown people!"

The strong man holding the sword simply responded and quickly drew his sword.

"Without a name or surname, killing you is enough!"

The eunuch was so angry that he raised his fingers, his python robe was fluttering in the strong wind. It was obvious that one move would be a killing move, and one move would determine life or death.

How could a strong man with a sword not want to decide life or death with one sword?

Ling Li's sword energy faced Gang Feng. After the blow, neither side was injured, and the fight was inseparable. It seemed that this battle could not be completed in an hour or three.

Neither the enemy nor we wanted to intervene when they saw this. Some people like to fight one-on-one, while others like to join forces to encircle and kill!

Among the dozens of people on the roof, five people walked out first, wielding knives and swords. The five people landed on a street, lined up and scattered.

Five people also walked out of the dark alley with stern expressions, forming a circle of encirclement. They were about to start fighting before the other party could announce their names and family numbers.

Twenty more people emerged from the roof, armed with all kinds of weapons. They found another broad street and waited quietly.

Fifteen more people came out of the alley in the dark night. Everyone hung bells on their waists and held compasses in their hands. They stood in the Five Elements and Bagua array to determine their position. They were in an orderly manner. At this time, a hexagram array was formed.

"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth!"

The Five Elements spells and twenty people's sword wind, sword waves, sticks... made a mess.

Continuous fighting!

Finally, a person walked out of the alley in the dark night. It was Wei Qing, a man with a scarred horseman. He was holding a sickle and walking as fast as flying. He muttered something to himself and started to charge.

"I'll take care of the rest of the chicken and odds and ends!"

War breaks out, and the smell of blood permeates the entire Qingwa Town!

Only the roof of the Yang family house is a clean place!

The old man and the young man remained motionless on the beam.

The older one is Uncle Yang, the dead ghost father, and the younger one is Son Yang, the eldest son.

The dead ghost father didn't care about the sounds of fighting around him. He just patted his eldest son Yang Shengzi on the shoulder and asked:

"Have you learned the Dharma?"

Yang Shengzi nodded heavily.

"Open it!" Uncle Yang continued: "Since you are all here, why are you sneaking around? Are you afraid that I will eat you? Why don't you get out of here? How can a good man be so cowardly!"

There were people jumping on the roof from the four directions of east, west, north and south of the Yang family house and standing on the spot!

A young man in the north position took the lead in cupping his fists and saying:

"Unknown Sword Tomb, a sad man, I paid my respects to Second Uncle Yang. He has a mourning sword on his body. I have kept the sword for ten years, but it has not produced a sword in ten years. I just want to ask Second Uncle Yang, one sword can divide life and death!"

Second Uncle Yang just nodded, the Qi from his sleeves continued to gush out, and then poured out from his Dantian. Seeing that Yang Shengzi was about to be blown away by the strong wind of Qi, he took off his coat and directly enveloped his whole body, and then he stopped.

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Then, on the roofs, pieces of rubble were directly lifted up by the strong gas, wave after wave, first on the roof of the Yang family, then on the roof of the next door, and finally on all the roofs of Qingwa Town. At this point, there are houses in Qingwa Town

No top!

Tens of thousands of pieces of rubble gathered together, like a silk road with no end in sight.

Uncle Yang gestured "Please!"

The sad man from the Unnamed Sword Tomb took off the sword pouch, tore off the sword cloth, and pulled out the Wailing Sword heavily. Every time he pulled out a section, lightning and flint flashed, and at the same time there was a wail that was piercing and numbing. As soon as the sword was pulled out, he had already drawn the sword.

A ray of sword light seemed to cut across the sky and the earth, like a bright lamp. The dark night was particularly dazzling, and the mournful screams resounded!

Uncle Yang took a step back. This step was as heavy as a thousand catties. He finally stopped and a large pool of blood appeared on the beam.

The Unnamed Sword Tomb flew to the gate of the city and hit the city wall. Before dying, he whispered:

"If you are not good at swordsmanship, you will die a worthy death!"

There is a middle-aged man in the south position. He is energetic and energetic. He stops after taking a step and bows to the fist with both hands:

"The poor Taoist Hui Qing of Wudang Mountain is so polite!"

Uncle Yang nodded.

Wudangshan Huiqing said again:

"Yang Er, stop messing around and come back to Wudang with me. None of them dare to do anything to you. If you hold on with one breath now without changing your breath, you won't be able to survive even my test.

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The man opposite him still waved his hand.

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Wudangshan Huiqing sighed and said again:

"In this case, if you take a move from me, it depends on your ability whether you can take it or not. After the move, I will leave. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me anymore!"

As soon as Hui Qing from Wudang Mountain finished speaking, he took a step forward, strode forward, shouted loudly, exhaled countless Gang Qi, and punched hard.

"Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram!"

I saw the sound of tearing in the air, and a figure covering Yin and Yang appeared out of thin air. The air flow was even more chaotic, as if it was tearing apart nothingness!

"go!"

Second Uncle Yang took a strong breath, his own Qi had been drained out, his sleeves were fluttering in the wind, No matter what, he shouted in a deep voice:

"Yang'er, open the treasure box!"

Yang Shengzi, who was holding the treasure box in both hands, was ordered to insert only one finger into the lock core of the treasure box and silently recite the password taught to him by the dead ghost father.

The treasure box opened instantly, the golden light was bright, and only a page of golden rice paper floated out from the box.

Second Uncle Yang made a seal, and there was only one seal.

"Linyin!"

"The Third Ming King will not be tempted!"

"make!"

The golden rice paper suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and only a few large characters of the "Nine-Character Mantra" could be vaguely seen, but the densely packed small characters on the rice paper were still unclear!

A bunch of golden rice paper illuminates Xiang Yang Ershu.

I saw a hole torn in the sky, and the shadow of a crown flashed away. In just this moment, the river outside Qingwa Town surged, and then a black heart slowly appeared from the hole, and then sank, strangely huge.

Incomparably, they collided.

Uncle Yang took two steps back again. His heart seemed to be broken, and blood flowed out from his heart, flowing wildly.

The breeze in Wudang Mountain was light and the clouds were light. Hui did not take a step back, but with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he turned around and walked out of the city.

There was a white-haired man in the east seat looking at Uncle Yang and his son Yang, seemingly hesitant, and finally made up his mind to walk out of the city.

There was an old man in the west position at the end. He took a step forward, stood still and said:

"I, Dongzu Tiechashanma Xingzi, you are already dead. Let me give you a ride, so as not to get emotional."

Dong Zuting Tie Sha Shan Hai Xingzi just stretched out his ring finger and tapped the seal in the air twenty-eight times.

"Genwei Daoyuan, Longmen Ancestral Court!"

"Shadow Seal!"

"make!"

I saw countless formless and colorless big handprints appearing in the sky, and there were all kinds of strange things!

Second Uncle Yang just looked at the incoming formless color seal quietly, collapsed in the arms of his eldest son Yang Shengzi, and then said in a deep voice:

"Jia'er, draw your sword!"

There was a broken ancient sword on the back of the widow Huai Jia, named Qitan. I don’t know when the widow Huai Jia appeared behind her, the broken sword was suspended above her head, and she could only hear Huai Jia whispering:

"Use my Qi as your guide, my body as your form, and my spirit as your intention!"

"Man and sword unite!"

"The sword is made!"

The figure of the widow Huaijia has long disappeared.

At the sky curtain, there was no sword and no one, only a ray of light hanging upside down from the sky curtain, the sword slashed the sky curtain, and poured down.

Ma Xingzi from Tiesha Mountain in Dongzuting was cut in half by a sword and died.

The sword was destroyed, and the widow Huaijia appeared with bloodshot eyes. She sat in front of Uncle Yang and said softly:

"The sword will never come out again!"

Uncle Yang didn't say anything, but just watched his eldest son Yang give birth to a son, as if he was giving his last words: "Dad, I'm not dead yet. I have three instructions. The first one is to go out to find your uncle and ask him to take care of you. If he can

Zhiqingwa Town has killed so many people, so he will definitely come out, but I'm afraid his life won't be long."

"The second thing is to find someone who can draw a sword for you. How to make him willing to draw a sword for you depends on your ability."
To be continued...