Extreme Demon

Lu Sheng looked at where he was weak.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll be back soon. Take care of it for a while."

"Let's go, let's go." He Ruan was too lazy to run around. She had seen this kind of thing a lot. It was nothing more than a few polite words in the past, and everyone set up the scene, the number of people, and the background.

It depends on who has strong enough connections, who has enough people, and whose connections are strong enough, then they can make the other party bow their heads and surrender.

In this Jianghu, this martial arts world, good and evil can live in harmony for a long time because of these unwritten rules.

Otherwise, everyone would be a gangster, and they would be hacking and fleeing every time they met when they went out all day long. No disciple of any family could withstand the wear and tear.

They should avoid each other, restrain each other, and fool the people.

After Lu Sheng became familiar with this set of rules, he rushed over with this idea in mind, intending to rely on his identity and people to present the facts and reason.

Regardless of whether they are evil or righteous, everyone feels uncomfortable when there is a conflict. Violence is not the only way to solve it. Everyone is out to mess around. As long as we give each other face and a step down, hello to me, hello to everyone, that's really good.

He now has no time or mood to care about the affairs of the Yeshan Sword Sect. If he wasn't the one with the highest status here, Lu Sheng wouldn't even want to watch the fun.

But there is no other way now. People are coming to your door, so you have to deal with them first.

He followed the junior brother who led the way, and as he hurried on, he made a sharp sound similar to a whistle to notify the outer disciples stationed nearby.

So, when he was still halfway on the road, Lu Sheng gathered around him at least twenty outer disciples, all of whom were wearing swords. They were all dressed in light gray uniforms, and they were all uniformed. Everyone was retreating as they walked on the street. .

What Lu Sheng didn't expect was that by the time he arrived at the scene of the incident, it was already too late.

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Green Winery.

The wine shop was in a mess, tables and chairs were crooked on the ground, some chairs had broken legs and were held in someone's hands, and pieces of smashed wine tanks were scattered everywhere on the ground.

Three people from the Yeshan Sword Sect were guarding the two women in yellow, staring at the people in green sitting across from them with pale faces.

"In broad daylight, there are actually people who rape civilian girls. Don't you know that this is the territory of our Yeshan Sword Sect!?"

The leader of the Hayama Sword Sect is a middle-aged man whose surname is Sun and whose given name is Showa. Sun Zhaohe is the person in charge of public security in this neighborhood, and he is also the industrial manager of the sect installed here.

Normally, he would not be willing to come forward to intervene in these grudge fights, but this time even his nephew was involved, so he had to come forward, hoping that the other party would give him face and both sides would take a step back.

Unexpectedly, the people opposite him ignored his politeness at all.

Since they are rude, don't blame him for being rude. Sun Zhaohe slowly held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand, ready to take action at any time.

The men in green sneered.

"Don't mention your Yeshan Sword Sect, so what if you are the Seven Mountains Martial Alliance? Our Black Snake Sect is tracking down the thieves. These two bitches have stolen our sect's most important treasure. We are about to arrest them! You guys show up now, this You want to be an accomplice, right?”

"You're talking nonsense!!" A girl in yellow said angrily with tears in her eyes, "That's obviously our family's heirloom! You guys!!?"

Another beautiful woman also shed tears, arousing pity.

"You're such a little girl, you can really pretend!" The man in Tsing Yi also became very angry, "Fuck me!!" He waved his hand.

The other two people didn't say anything, He Sheng rushed up immediately.

Sun Zhaohe had never heard of the Black Snake Sect, and thought it was just an ordinary sect. Unexpectedly, he was no longer ambiguous at the moment. He drew his sword and stepped forward with his two brothers. He used a set of Jade Sword Sword Techniques smoothly, and the Qing Yi who was in charge People got into a ball.

An industrial clerk from the Yeshan Sword Sect saw it outside the door and quickly ran out quietly to ask someone to notify the brothers in the sect.

"There are many of them, please come here quickly!!" The man in green clothes who took the lead said in a low voice.

One of the men in green clothes quietly released a green line from his sleeve when he saw this. The green line snaked out from under his feet and disappeared like lightning. Apparently he also informed his colleagues.

The two groups of people were clinking and slashing wildly. The Jade Sword Technique followed the usual light and agile route of the Yeshan Sword School, with fast speed and tricky angles.

The man in Tsing Yi has a scimitar that can advance and retreat with a certain degree of control, turning into a hedgehog-like formation around his body. Whether he is blocking or attacking with the sword, it is powerful and can advance and retreat freely.

After fighting, the others were forced to temporarily cease fighting due to the fight between the two leaders. According to the rules of the martial arts world, if these two masters who can already be called good players fight against each other, they can completely determine the outcome of this grudge fight.

The two leaders, Sun Zhaohe and Qing Yi, can easily deal with five or six strong men if they take any one of them.

They can be said to be the decisive force on the scene, and the outcome between the two affects the outcome of the entire scene.

Waited for a while.

Clang clang clang.

There were three crisp sounds in a row, and the man in green slashed three times, hitting Sun Zhaohe's sword.

The blade snapped and flew out. Sun Zhaohe looked ugly and took a few steps back. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He still lost a bit, but the other party didn't have it easy either.

The man in Tsing Yi laughed, but then coughed as well. There were three sword marks on the right side of his chest. Although they were not as deep as flesh, they also hurt his lungs.

"The Hayama Sword Sect is nothing more than that!! Hahahaha!"

When Sun Zhaohe heard this, his face quickly turned pale.

"Shu Zi is looking for death! Come on me!!" He waved his hand.

Several people behind him who could no longer hold back immediately drew their swords and charged towards the man in green with angry eyes.

I don't know when the door was filled with strong men holding knives in their hands. Hearing this, they all swarmed into the door.

"Insult our Yeshan Sword Sect and chop him to death!" Sun Zhaohe roared.

Now the three people in Tsing Yi panicked. There were so many people. At a glance, there were thirty or forty of them, and they were still in such a narrow space. If the other party really had murderous intentions, they would not even think about leaving this place alive.

“What a loud tone!!”

At this moment, a green figure passed through the gap in the crowd like wind, and slapped five or six people on their chests like lightning.

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

The five people flew backwards and became a gourd on the ground. They vomited blood and passed out on the spot.

This immediately calmed down all the men of the Yeshan Sword Sect, and Sun Zhaohe's expression also changed. Looking behind him, the two women in yellow had disappeared without knowing when.

But now the eyes are red, and there is no way to separate again.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the green figure from behind flew in front of Sun Zhaohe like a ghost.

Sun Zhao and Da Hai didn't expect the other party to be so fast. He hurriedly wielded the Jade Sword Technique as fast as he could in his life.

Ding ding ding!

Three times in a row, the tip of the sword was easily blocked by the opponent.

Click.

With the last soft sound, the long sword Sun Zhaohe had just replaced broke again and flew out and was nailed to the wooden beam.

"The Yeshan Sword Sect's fast swords are nothing more than that." The green figure sneered, and struck Sun Zhaohe's left chest with his right palm like lightning.

Suddenly a sharp scream came from the gate.

Chi! !

A flash of silver light flashed away like lightning. With a pop, it was accurately nailed on the back of the green figure's hand.

ah! !

The man screamed, took a few steps back and covered his right hand.

"My hands!! Damn it!!"

At this time, two people slowly walked in from the door, two young men wearing the uniforms of Yeshan Sword Sect disciples.

The young man who took the lead had a lazy look on his face, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his short brown hair was blowing in the wind. He was holding an empty scabbard in his hand. It was obvious that he had thrown the sword just now.

"What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?" Lu Sheng walked to the sword nailed to the wall, reached out and gently pulled it out.

"You!!" The green figure stared at Lu Sheng angrily, the hatred in his eyes almost gnawing at his flesh and blood.

"Senior Brother Chen!!" Sun Zhaohe was very old, but when he saw Lu Sheng appear, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He had almost been beaten to death on the spot just now after almost being spared from the gate of hell.

Lu Sheng glanced at him and the surrounding outer disciples with excited eyes.

The strength of these people was just like that. Even if he hadn't come, just the original Chen Ziluo could easily kill more than ten people.

The formal disciples can be said to be real strong fighters at the martial arts level, while these people can only be regarded as ordinary fighting masters.

Look at the four men in Tsing Yi across from them. They are all tense as if they are facing a powerful enemy.

"I won't embarrass you. If you dare to cause trouble on the territory of our Yeshan Sword Sect, each of you will leave an arm and leave. I will pretend that this incident never happened."

His face was calm, but the words he spoke made the people opposite him shiver.

For warriors, once they lose an arm, it will almost ruin their martial arts for a lifetime. This kind of punishment is only slightly better than killing them.

But at this moment, he looked at the people around him and Lu Sheng, who was sitting at a table not far away.

Several people broke out in cold sweat.

"Your Excellency, are you serious about doing everything?" The man in green clothes covered his hands said coldly.

"Then you can also choose to take my sword. If you don't die, I will let you go." Lu Sheng looked at him strangely. It was rare that he was so easy to talk to, but the other party didn't appreciate it.

Among the people across from him, the one at the back was a bit capable, but not to mention compared to Lu Sheng, even compared to the previous Chen Ziluo, he was still far behind.

"You!!" The man's forehead was dripping with sweat, "You are very good! I, the Black Snake Cult, will remember you!"

"Black Snake Cult? If everyone in your sect is at your level, then I really have nothing to fear." Lu Sheng said calmly,

“What a loud tone!!”

Suddenly, a dull rumble roared through the air outside the window.

Bang! !

The window was smashed by a gray shadow, and a strong monk wearing gray cassocks and holding a Zen staff landed in front of several Black Snake cultivators with a heavy whistling sound.

"Uncle Master!!"

"Zen Master!!"

"The protector has arrived!!"

Although the people in Tsing Yi all had different names, they all looked ecstatic.

Bang! !

The heavy black Zen staff was firmly inserted into the ground to stabilize it.

The monk clasped his hands together, and his strong upper body muscles trembled slightly like a little mouse.

"The poor monk said, "I have seen the donor."