Zhutian Xianwu Editor

At this time, night has fallen.

A rare full moon, bright and clear.

However, the Taoist temple at this time was too quiet, let alone a glimmer of light.

"Something is wrong," Yu Canghai looked solemn.

The disciples also felt abnormal and looked at each other.

"Master, look!"

A disciple screamed and pulled out a corpse from a step.

The blood was dry, and the body was stiff. I was afraid that it would be dead for a while.

"It's Junior Brother Zhang!"

Someone recognized it as a junior from the left-behind sect. The faces of all the younger brothers changed, and a chill rushed into their foreheads.

what does this mean?

"Go in!" Yu Canghai was so gloomy as water, he stepped across the gate and walked into the temple.

Under the three clearings, three more bodies were seen.

"It's Senior Brother Yan, Senior Brother Qiu, Senior Brother Shen!" Someone uttered in horror.

As everyone walked into the mountain gate, more and more corpses were seen.

"Master, all masters and ladies"

A disciple just ran out of the backyard, Zhang Huang was lost and stammered.

Don't think too much, even Yu Canghai's wives and concubines have been poisoned.

After searching the Songfeng Temple, there were no more than fifty people left behind.

"How is this possible?"

Some people were already pale with horror by this Shura method, and their hearts trembled.

"Who is it! Who is so grieving with my Qingcheng faction, and if you want to kill him, you will not be afraid of thunder and death!" Yu Renhao's face was distorted and he roared frantically.

"Ah"

There was a soft laugh.

"With each other, you used to be arrogant and arrogant to destroy others. Didn't you think that you were too cruel, and you should have known this day?"

Although this voice was soft, it fell in the ears of Yu Canghai and others, but it was no less than the death of the Hell. The owner of this voice has kept them lingering in their hearts these days, like a demon.

"It's you, Lin Pingzhi!"

Yu Canghai looked sad: "Okay! You are so cruel!"

The moonlight is like yarn, and the night moon is rippling.

Ji Wushang didn't know when he appeared among the Qingcheng school disciples. He was gentle and handsome, with a leisurely look, like a good son who went out to enjoy the moon.

Under the moonlight, dressed in white, spotless, like a banished immortal.

But it fell in the eyes of Hou Renying and other Qingcheng school disciples, but it was so dazzling, the white clothes reminded them of the whiteness at the funeral.

shudder.

They finally understood why there was nothing wrong with each other, not because of the other's compassion, but because they wanted to cut the grass with the Qingcheng faction.

Such a cruel heart is not much worse than the evil demon.

Hou Renying drew out the sword with her left hand, and her body trembled and said: "Lin Pingzhi, you want to exterminate my Qingcheng faction. I want to see where your madness and confidence come from. You are not afraid of breaking your teeth! Junior brothers, this It is impossible for the thief to let me wait today, so why not drew a sword with me, and instead can fight for that ray of life."

Hong Renxiong and a few others said loudly, "Brother said it is good, this guy deserves to die!"

Many Qingcheng disciples have been in the mountains for more than ten years, and they have deep feelings for this sect. Now that they see this tragic situation, they have already been angry. At this time, Hou Renying's hatred in their hearts has gradually disappeared. Fear suppressed.

On the other hand, Yu Canghai was silent, as if his heart was ashamed.

His right arm was broken, and he lost 70% of his martial arts.

It's nothing more than a struggle.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, Qingcheng Sixiu took the lead to stab the indifferent Ji Wushang with a sword, and dozens of juniors rushed up behind him.

Under the frost, the shadow of the sword flew like a galaxy.

just

The white figure suddenly flashed like a ghost.

Hong Renxiong controlled the sword with a single arm, not as steady as his right arm. When the white shadow appeared, the sword in his hand was lost, and his eyes rolled.

A big head rose into the sky, blood gushing like spring water.

"Junior Brother Hong!!"

Hou Renying was distraught with grief and anger, straightening his sword and chasing the white shadow, but the figure was like a ghost, dreamlike and fantasy. The long sword in his hand turned into a silver snake and walked through the middle of the group.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen heads fell to the ground, like a chicken but a dog.

The most elite disciples of this group of Qingcheng faction have been severed by Ji Wushang, and their strength is very small. The remaining people have a lot of martial arts. Facing Ji Wushang, they are like ants shaking elephants and moths. Fighting the fire, there is no life.

Someone showed timidity and hesitated.

The bloody nature that was initially aroused by Hou Renying now gradually cooled down as the brothers died, and the suppressed fear once again filled my heart.

So, began to retreat.

With the beginning, as if it were definitely mentioned, the courage in everyone's hearts was madly lost, two, three, five, all shrinking.

"you guys"

Seeing this scene, Hou Renying was anxious, trembling all over, unrevealed.

A gleam of silver light passed.

Hou Renying's eyes were clear, her head emptied, and she saw her body standing upright.