"Bastard! What do you know? The hatred of killing a son is irreconcilable. If we can solve it like this, it will be a blessing." said the middle-aged man holding a simple knife.
The entire hall suddenly became completely quiet.
Everyone's face showed an expression of anger but also a trace of relaxation.
There is no doubt that sending the 'Ninth Junior Brother' out to make amends seems too humble and humiliating.
But if we can just do this and avoid a bloody battle, it will make many people feel relieved.
"You're right. If it were really that easy, wouldn't my son's death have been in vain?" A voice came from outside the door.
The next moment, more than a dozen corpses flew into the hall one after another.
Many martial arts disciples in the hall screamed in surprise.
"Junior Brother Yuan!"
"Junior sister Zhao!"
"That's...Uncle Liang!"
"Dead, they are all dead, when?"
Tianwei Martial Arts Hall is not a weakling, and the martial arts cultivators in the sect also have some skills.
Now, the disciples who were guarding the outer sect were being killed without a word, which is really horrifying.
Ye Chuxiao, however, took the lead and walked out of the hall first and saw the person coming.
There is only one person visible to the naked eye. He is wearing a navy blue robe. He has a square face, his eyes are slightly squinted, showing a cold light. There is no beard on his lips, but the beard under his chin is a foot long. He has two black flying swords, like two
It was like a dragon, surrounding it, constantly moving around, breathing out an astonishing cold light.
boom!
The dilapidated door collapsed.
The middle-aged man holding the Pu Dao stood up at this time, holding the Pu Dao tightly in both hands. The seriousness in his expression was fully revealed by the protruding veins on his body.
Yueting Mountain has seen indescribable storms and waves, but it has never felt such a huge threat like this.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, he knew that he was no match for those who came.
Not to mention the others, it was Liang Sanwu who had his throat sealed with a sword and his body fell not far away. In the past, if Yue Tingshan wanted to defeat him, he had to go behind a hundred moves to kill him, which was not even 100% sure.
No.
When he saw the man in green robes and long beard walking in, surrounded by two flying swords, the originally strong muscles on Yue Tingshan's body seemed to become more lustrous under the flickering candlelight.
The question that originally came to my lips turned into a hard bone stuck in my throat.
"I am not a cruel person. I will spare whoever is the first to escape from the outside door within a stick of incense. This does not count as annihilating your Tianwei Martial Arts Hall." The man in green robe and long beard looked at the man.
The person in the hall said.
In the hall, the person who was originally interceding for the 'Ninth Junior Brother' said angrily: "Qiu Changling, don't be so arrogant. If we stand shoulder to shoulder, you may not be able to kill us all in one stick of incense.
"
Qiu Changling was silent when he heard the words, but the incense stick that was originally placed on the altar in the hall automatically jumped out, inserted into the incense burner, and then lit it.
"That's too much! Fight him!" Several disciples pulled out their weapons and rushed towards Qiuchangling.
Yue Tingshan stretched out his hand to shout to stop, but it was too late.
In just an instant, the heads of those disciples flew away from their necks.
Blood spilled all over the floor.
When fighting against sword cultivators, martial arts cultivators are not without the ability to fight back. Many martial cultivators also have their own methods of restraining flying swords.
It's just that Qiu Changling's flying sword was too fast, too fierce, and too urgent. The disciples of the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall had no time to react before their lives were taken away.
The 'Ninth Junior Brother' who was kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up and shouted: "A man is responsible for everyone's work, surnamed Qiu! Your son oppressed good people and took away wives and daughters. He committed a heinous crime. It was I who killed him. Now you want revenge."
, just come at me, but don’t harm my fellow disciples.”
When Qiu Changling heard this, he smiled: "What a chivalrous young hero."
"But... there is a price to pay for being a hero."
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible sword energy penetrated into the body of the 'Ninth Junior Brother' and exploded it into pieces in an instant.
"Xiaojiu!"
"Fight him!" Many disciples of the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall shouted.
Only this time, there were far fewer people who actually rushed forward.
More people turned around and rushed out the door, trying to fight for the last glimmer of hope.
Yue Tingshan's face turned pale, but he clenched his sword without any hesitation, and turned into a thunderbolt, slashing towards Qiuchangling like lightning.
The sword's light was bright, illuminating the entire hall in an instant.
Such a powerful and overbearing sword energy should have forced Qiuchangling back.
Qiuchangling did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.
He took a step forward, put his fingers together, and used his fingers to refer to the sword, shattering the light of Yuetingshan's sword and blocking the simple sword in his hand.
A sword cultivator's minor martial arts skills are far stronger than those of a martial arts cultivator.
This can only be a huge gap in realm.
"It's quite strong, but you can take my sword." Qiu Changling said, and a flying sword automatically flew into his palm.
The long sword is in hand, and the sword thrust straight out.
Yuetingshan felt that the air around him had solidified.
Ye Chuxiao was also fascinated as he watched this sword that seemed simple but actually had reached the point of returning to nature.
My mind has subconsciously begun to simulate the trajectory of this sword, and I feel that every second has a different feeling.
With one sword strike, Yuetingshan was nailed to the stone pillar.
The place where Yueting Mountain hangs is where the sword mark Ye Chuxiao touched before.
"It seems that those rhymes are on Yue Tingshan's body." Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.
Then Qiu Changling slowly pulled out his sword, walked to the seriously injured and dying Yue Tingshan and asked, "Do you want to live?"
"If you want to live! Just hand over the "Nine Death Demonic Art"!"
When Yue Tingshan heard this, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but he smiled miserably: "So... you came here for the "Nine Death Demon Art", hahaha... I should have thought of it earlier."
"In order to become famous as a teacher, you actually gave up your own son."
Qiu Changling said: "It's just a useless puppet. Thirty years ago, your master, Old Man Tianxie, defeated me with the three moves of "Nine Death Demonic Skills". I have always regretted that I never had the chance to see you again. Nowadays, Old Man Tianxie has many
Disciples, I have visited them one by one a long time ago, but it is a pity that none of them have been able to teach the "Nine Death Demonic Art". Although you are the registered disciple of Old Man Tianxie, when Old Man Tianxie went crazy, you were the one who always accompanied and cared for him."
"You want the "Nine Death Demonic Art"?"
"Then go to the underworld by yourself and find my master!" After Yue Tingshan said this, his whole body's true energy reversed, and he instantly exploded into a ball of rotten flesh.
Qiu Changling's face turned completely gloomy.
Looking at the blood all over the ground, he said coldly: "Kill them all, and then sweep the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, leaving no trace behind."
An instant later, figures one after another jumped out from the dark corners, killing everyone in the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall.
Without even a stick of incense, all the items with written records in the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall were taken away.
All the hidden secret compartments and secret rooms were also uncovered and the objects hidden in them were taken away.
After it was swept away, Qiu Changling quietly disappeared into the vast night with many disciples.
Only Ye Chuxiao witnessed all this with his own eyes.
Time passed little by little.
Officials from the government came to see the scene and took away a large amount of gold and silver as 'evidences'.
Fellow Jianghu people in the same city also came to see it and moved away some valuable furniture, including soft pieces, as clues to find the 'real murderer'.
Then some brave ordinary people came over and took away some of the utensils that could still be used.
It didn't take long for the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Hall to be almost completely moved away.
Three days later, Ye Chuxiao could still only wander around the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, and the golden clock did not bring him back to real time.
Suddenly Ye Chuxiao felt a 'pulling', and following the feeling, he found the back hall of the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall.
In a room where debris was stored, Ye Chuxiao witnessed with his own eyes an inconspicuous piece of brick exploding.
The mass of flesh and blood wrapped in amber was actually absorbing the free energy in the air and quickly forming a baby's body.