When the sunset completely sank and Yan Xiaolan's lonely shadow on Mount Emei gradually melted into the night, all the elites of the princelings had arrived in Chengdu and were ready to kill the enemy. As long as Shangguan Wudao gave the order, they would come from all directions.
Break into the Tang Sect's headquarters and uproot it.
Day and night alternate, and blackness extends infinitely. Chengdu in the evening is like a world full of temptations. Countless men and women in the city wear masks and walk through the streets. The phenomenon of big fish eating small fish and small fish eating shrimp becomes more and more common.
More and more, more and more bizarre, the world is in a cold world, masks that look like smiles hide hypocritical faces, and ugly hearts fill the era. No wonder people in Shu regard Tao Yuanming's "The Peach Blossom Spring" as their masterpiece.
The eternal swan song.
"It is said that dark and windy nights are good for killing people. The weather tonight seems to be more suitable for dating."
Shangguan Wudao was sitting in the back seat of Ahe's black sports car that he bought during the day, and said calmly. In his mind, Yan Xiaolan's lonely and sad look was all in his mind. If he could, how could he bear it?
Detaining her in Emei? If he didn't have a place for Yan Xiaolan in his heart, how could he kill the Tang clan?
Shangguan Wudao now wants the Tang family to repay the injustice suffered by Yan Xiaolan ten times and a hundred times, and he also needs to sound the alarm to some celebrities in Chengdu who want to harm Yan Xiaolan and Yan's enterprise, so the unlucky Tang family
Because of Mrs. Yan's second wife, Meng Men became the pitiful chicken that Shangguan Wudao killed to scare the monkeys.
"Young Master, why don't you let the people from the Hualiu Sect and the Longhu Hall come here too? You must know that the Tang Sect has a century-old foundation in Shu, and it is not an easy task to eliminate it in one fell swoop, unless the Young Master
Do you want to do it yourself?" Pu Yumei asked cautiously, and it seemed to be heard from her words that the Tang Sect's garbage was not worth mentioning in Shangguan Wudao's eyes.
Shangguan Wudao looked out the car window at the brightly lit street, with a cruel smile on his lips, "It's been a long time since I started killing. It's good to stretch my muscles tonight, I don't mind."
It was because of Shangguan Wudao's words that the Tang Sect's century-old foundation collapsed. He wanted to clear the obstacles in Shu for Yan Xiaolan before he lost his memory. He wanted to clear the obstacles for Yan Xiaolan before he lost his memory.
, try his best to do as many things as possible for Yan Xiaolan. He also subconsciously hopes that Yan Xiaolan can stand at the pinnacle of the world in the future and walk side by side with him, or be hostile, and he will have no regrets.
That night, after receiving the dangerous signal, most of the people in the Sichuan Tang Sect gathered at the headquarters in an attempt to defend the Tang Sect's century-old foundation to the death.
When Shangguan Wudao drew out the Lanxi Soft Sword, the sudden burst of astonishing momentum immediately shocked Pu Yumei, Ah He, and everyone present including the top masters of the Tang Sect. All of them showed timidity.
Under Dounason's cold eyes, they knew that there would be only one person wielding the blade of death tonight - the princeling who was so powerful in the northern underworld!
Only those who regard killing as a science are qualified to become the spokesperson of the God of Death. I don’t know who said this, but it makes sense anyway. Right now, Shangguan Wudao is treating killing as a science, one knife per second,
One knife at a time, one knife at a time, killing people.
Well, Shangguan Wudao has such a unique skill. For him, killing people will never waste any effort. I saw him dancing the Lanxi soft sword to kill people. It is gorgeous but not flashy, cold and yet elegant. It is really
Extremely elegant.
The journey was smooth, and when Shangguan Wudao reached the last post of the Tang Sect, a Tang Sect disciple who wanted to step forward to ask was separated by a shining arc before he could speak. Amid a burst of vomiting and panic, there was no trace of
Shangguan Wudao, a man of human emotions, officially pulled the curtain on the massacre. The sword flashed, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the humbleness of life blossomed at that moment.
"When you go to the underworld to redress your grievances, don't forget to tell the King of Hell that you were sent to hell by Shangguan Wudao, because that is a supreme honor!"
Shangguan Wudao's eyes showed a mysterious lavender color, and the arc drawn by the short knife in his hand was illusory and beautiful like the line of fate. Everyone who came into contact with the Lanxi soft sword would first have a subtle blood line on their body, and then the blood would flow out quietly, as if
At the moment of greed, the soft sword of Lanxi gradually expanded like the penetration, and finally burst out. Like the coquettish bloody hollyhock flowers blooming wantonly in the dark cemetery.
In two hours, all the people in the Tang Sect, except for the hateful Mrs. Yan Er and the few arrogant guys opposite, have bid farewell to this person forever. Although it is a bit awesome and nonsense, it is still possible.
A world that is more or less worthy of nostalgia.
Killing an average of five people per minute, Shangguan Wudao stood in the middle of a pool of blood, looking at the last post of the Tang Sect's secret stronghold, the messy broken limbs and the remaining Tang Sect members who were forced into a desperate situation, because facing Shangguan Wudao this
The fear of the murderer and the disgust of corpses everywhere drove them into a state of semi-obsession and madness.
"It seems that everyone's fate is predetermined."
Ahe stood behind Shangguan Wudao on the left side and said with emotion. Although he had followed Shangguan Wudao to fight and kill in northern China for so long, he was already used to the bloody scenes, but the cruel method of bloodbathing the Tang Sect this time still made him feel...
He was not very sad. At this time, he was even thinking that Yan Xiaolan was probably a devil, a devil who bought out his young boss’s soul!
"Ahe, you are wrong. The reason why the people of Tang Sect have such an end is just because God is sometimes too busy and does not have time to arrange everyone's fate. There are countless people who have been neglected by him. These people are
Poor people abandoned by fate. There is no way, the young master wants to let them die, how can they survive past three o'clock?"
Pu Yumei, who was standing quietly behind Shangguan Wudao on the right side, showed a cruel smile after hearing Ahe's words. At this moment, she felt a little jealous of Yan Xiaolan in her heart.
A bloody Asura field was once again displayed in front of the world without reservation because of Yan Xiaolan. Could it be that Yan Xiaolan was really an Asura?
One man, one sword, forged a one-sided massacre.
A seven-foot man should perform meritorious service, flick his sword and drink blood to become a hero. If he kills tens of thousands of people for love, he will become a hero among the heroes in the world!
This sentiment was experienced by Shangguan Wudao while standing among the corpses at St. Guangming University after he faced the same situation as Ava Singh and was besieged by nearly ten European masters.
"Come out, let me see if the Tang Sect Butterfly Sword is sharp or the Tang Sect Underworld Sword is secretive." Shangguan Wudao flicked the Lanxi soft sword without any blood stains with his slender fingers, cold and bloodthirsty. He really wanted to know.
Whether the two famous swords that have been prominent in the Tang Sect for hundreds of years are really qualified enough to impress him.
Tang Yiyi, one of the core masters of the Tang Sect, suddenly appeared and slashed a guy next to her who had not recovered yet with a drag of her knife. Holding the knife with both hands, she quickly used the sharpness of the Tang Sect Butterfly Sword to cut directly into the panic.
The knife that was used to block the attack was cut into pieces with the knife on the spot.
With cold eyes, she quickly rushed to the next target with her slanted arms and short sword pointing. The killer's figure and perseverance made Shangguan Wudao slightly nod.
Tang Lanyue, who was holding the Tang Sect Underworld Sword in one hand, waved her slender hand, and the Tang Sect leader who was holding a gun drew a graceful arc with his whole gun hand in the air. Before he could cry out in pain, the Underworld Sword in Tang Lanyue's hand had already penetrated his intestines.
And passed.
Compared with Tang Yiyi's snow-like Tang Sect Butterfly Sword, the Mingjian in her hand is more wild and ferocious. In addition, Tang Lanyue's strength is already superior to Tang Yiyi. She and the Mingjian are integrated, and her bright eyes gradually become clouded.
The glory of blood.
A kind of strange dark light slowly overflows from the sword body. The Underworld Sword is so beautiful and evil.
"I heard that the three major killers of the Tang Sect are powerful, but..." Ah He stared at the underworld sword in Tang Lanyue's hand and said with a smile. At that moment, even Pu Yumei, who killed people just like eating, was extremely shocked. Such a woman might also
Only the young master standing in the center of the Shura field can kill him.
"Everyone in the Tang Sect will have only one fate tonight -" In an instant, Shangguan Wudao Lanxi's soft sword came out. Tang Yiyi and Tang Lanyue didn't even have a chance to struggle, and they moved their heads.
At this time, except for the expressionless Shangguan Wudao, Ah He and the thoughtful Pu Yumei, there was no complete body in the last post of the Tang Sect.
"That dead woman——"
"Young Master, I have put her in a sack and thrown her into the trunk as you wished."
Suddenly, he heard someone moaning. Shangguan Wudao walked to a Tang Sect disciple who was lying on the ground and squatted down, looking into those desperate eyes and asked lightly: "Do you have any children?"
The Tang Sect disciple who was on the verge of death nodded and shed tears. I am afraid that at this time, he felt that the whole world was getting quieter and deathly quiet. He was indeed innocent. He left his relatives without any reason. He felt unwilling, guilty, regretful, and...
A little bit of relief.
"I would tell him not to be a killer when he grows up."
Shangguan Wudao stood up and said calmly, striding out of the last post of the Tang Sect. He did not need to worry about the cleaning work behind. As for the sensation and impact caused by the disappearance of countless lives in the Tang Sect overnight, he would not care.
A fire can conceal the truth of many things, just like the fire that burned down Afang Palace by King Chu Ba.
Even if the government had enough courage to pursue such a big case, it would not have the courage to face the accusations and disappointments from the top of the country. A major and well-known city that applied for a national civilized city should have such an astonishing criminal case, let alone a large number of people.
Throw it into the gutter, and even the image of the entire country will be hit.
Shangguan Wudao's seemingly crazy behavior is actually similar to "Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be martyrs". A small fight may be self-defeating, but once it becomes really big, it may have the effect of "throwing a rat to avoid the weapon"
, in this political age where image and political achievements are important, Shangguan's unethical behavior will have the expected reactions from others.
A single move affects the whole body, which indicates that a new round of reshuffle in the underworld in Sichuan and even southern China is about to begin. However, the Yan family has naturally become one of the best families in Sichuan since then. This is for Yan Xiaolan
A year later, he went down the mountain to establish the Orchid Pavilion, which was not to be outdone by men, and laid a certain foundation.