Second machine door

"The door... the master! That... that person... attacked the hall..." A young man in black clothes rolled and crawled, panting, with fear on his face, and reported to the person up.

"What...what... can Elder Xunqing and Elder Iron Mail take action?" The man above was wearing a brocade silk shirt, and he was a little panicked in his words.

"Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Report...Reporter and Elder Elder..."

"What...what..." The leader of Erji Sect looked depressed when he heard this and sat down.

"Sect... Master, the strong enemy is here immediately. I hope you will decide..."

"Do... Decided... What will I make? Ah?! I ask you... What will I make?!" The leader of the Erji Sect roared in despair, almost crazy.

At this moment, an old man broke into the hall and fell to the ground.

But when the old man saw that he had a scattered head and a dim face, his bun was loose, with a few strands of silver on his chest, and a few strands of strands floated behind his head. A handful of white beard was stained with blood. He was wearing a long green ivy gown on half of the slanted shawl and half dragged on the ground. There were also blood stains on it and tattered, and he looked listless and lying on the ground, unable to stop coughing up blood.

When the leader of the Second Machine Sect saw the old man, he was so shocked that he almost fell off the chair. He quickly strides and wants to help the old man up.

The old man waved his hand and gasped, obviously he had no strength to stand up again.

"Elder Xun Qing, are you okay? Where is Elder Iron Mail?"

The old man called Xun Qing took a long time to speak, "Sect... Sect Master... Run... The iron machine is dead... Ba... Ba's sword... reappears... Jiang... Lake..." After saying that, he coughed up a large pool of blood and died of anger.

The leader of the Erji Sect held the body of Elder Xun Qing, with a panic expression on his face, muttering to himself: "Ba...Badao..." Before he could take action, he heard a "boom", and the back hall where the leader of the Erji Sect was located was suddenly divided into two halves.

The owner of the Second Machine Sect opened his mouth wide, and his throat made an intermittent thrust sound, his face as if dead, staring at the person standing proudly in the yard.

But when he saw this man wearing a black clothes, wrapped tightly from head to toe, his body emitting an indescribable stench. His hands exposed to the outside were shriveled and black. He held a machete with his right hand tightly, and it was as big as a wheel. The blood was lingering on it, and the blood shadows were waving, making a sound of "whimper" like ghosts crying and wolf howling, which was very terrifying.

At that time, the leader of the Second Machine Sect had already been so scared that he was urinating. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, and shouted in his mouth: "Give me your life! Get me your life!" In fact, he was thinking about how to escape while he was unprepared.

Unexpectedly, the visitor didn't give him a chance at all. He waved his hand and just a knife. The knife swung lightly in the air, but saw a giant blood-colored sword energy slowly condensed. The sword energy was formed, and it was more than one person tall, as thick as a millstone, with blood tumbling, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder.

The leader of the Erji Sect had never seen such a magical power in his life, and he couldn't help but be stunned, his face as if it were earthy.

Although the blood-colored sword energy was very strong, it was very fast. In just a blink of an eye, it came to the eyes of the master of the Second Machine Sect. Seeing that there was no way out, the master of the Second Machine Sect was a little arrogant and shouted: "Good come! Today, you are bullying me, the second Machine Sect! Destroy my second Machine Sect! Destroy my second Machine Sect! If you don't repay this revenge in this life, you will be compensated in the next life!" As he said that, he raised the long knife in his hand, held his chest horizontally, used all his strength, took a step back to support the ground with his right foot, shouted: "Open!" and then resisted the blood-colored sword energy.

When I first came into contact, I felt that the knife was fierce and fierce, so I pushed it out ten meters away. The head of the Erjimen Gate had his teeth tightly clenched, his face flushed, and his mouth was bleeding, and he still insisted on it.

When the momentum reached the middle of the momentum, I felt that the sword energy was like the waves of the Yangtze River, endlessly impacting the meridians. The leader of the Second Machine Sect was a little powerless, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out "wow", and the blood sprayed on the sword energy, making the sword energy even more powerful.

When the momentum came to the future, the leader of the Second Machine Sect had already exhausted his oil and had dry air, his whole body was trembling, his long sweat was wet, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He did not fall down with just one breath.

The head of the Second Machine Sect raised his eyes with difficulty, and bloodshots spread across it, staring at the man in black, and said, "Badao... It's true... It's worthy of reputation... Today... I'm fortunate to meet... I'm so sad... I'm dying without regrets..." After that, with a "bang", the long sword broke, and the blood-colored sword breath penetrated the body, and the leader of the Second Machine Sect fell down slowly...

Above a pine tree, a black-clothed phantom quietly faded away...

The man in black put away his knife and turned around, took about three steps, suddenly stopped, and said, "There is now... the more he came... the less he helped..."

After saying that, he walked to an open space in the yard. With a wave of a big knife, a flying sand and stones were flying. When the smoke and dust disappeared, the man in black was carrying a big knife on his shoulder and slowly walked out of the back hall...

The sunset is setting, and the crows are singing alone. The prosperity of Erjimen is no longer there, only broken walls and ruins are left everywhere; red maples are hidden, and the open space in the back hall is filled with the word "天" flashes, silver hooks and iron strokes, simple and graceful, domineering and soaring into the sky...
Chapter completed!