The monk standing at the front looked about thirty years old, with slender cheeks, delicate eyebrows, and a bit of a masculine look. Looking at the messy Hangu villagers opposite, the monk coughed and said lightly.
Said: "Listen up, you beasts. The five of us are from Sitian Pavilion. Under the decree of the king of Xiliang Kingdom, we have confiscated all the spiritual grains. If you hand over all the spiritual grains in your hands, you will avoid death, otherwise we will be killed without mercy."
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As the leader of the villagers, Wang Shan naturally spoke first. He had just witnessed five people falling from the sky, so he was quite afraid. He took a step forward and said cautiously: "Several of you, our ancestors have lived here for generations, and we have never heard of it."
I have never heard of Sitian Pavilion when I have been to Xiliang Kingdom. Although it is summer now, the winter in the mountains is very long. The old and young in the village rely on these cold valleys to resist the severe winter.
I can’t survive this winter.”
The long-faced monk's face turned cold and he said coldly: "I'll do it if I ask you to do it. Don't talk nonsense. Grandpas don't have time to listen to your complaints."
The villagers roared for a while, and some strong young people were already eager to try. A strong young man of twenty years old squeezed out from the crowd and said loudly: "What kind of place is Xiliang country? Why does our Hangu
If I hand it over to you, who do you think you are?"
Behind the long-faced monk, a young monk of fifteen or sixteen years old changed his face slightly. Chen Yunsheng suddenly felt that the spiritual energy around him was a little uneasy. Just as he was about to warn him, he saw a white light flash, and half of the young man's head was cut off by a long sword.
When he came down, blood mixed with brains dripped down from the remaining half of the young man's head. The young man's body actually took two steps forward and stretched his hands straight forward, as if to fight back. The young man waved his hands,
The long sword drew an arc in the air and landed in his hand. The sword was as smooth as a mirror, with no trace of blood on it.
The young man's body fell to the ground, and a forty-year-old woman and a young woman were pulled out from among the villagers. The two women cried bitterly on the young man's body, and the villagers' anger was also detonated.
A dozen people carried plowing forks and hunting spears and rushed towards the monk opposite. The long-faced monk looked at the cold-faced young man behind him somewhat unhappily and said: "You and these ignorant beasts know how to cause trouble.
There's nothing easy to do, but it's just dirtying our swords."
"You don't want to do anything, just let me do it." The cold-faced boy had already rushed forward. He tied a few sword flowers with his long sword and rushed into the crowd. For a moment, the broken limbs and arms flew across the crowd, which was unparalleled in the brutality.
Chen Yunsheng was already angry and the Three Corpse Gods jumped violently because everything happened too suddenly and the cold-faced boy's attack was very ruthless. When he wanted to take action, seven or eight villagers had already been cut in half and died.
The cold-faced boy suddenly became excited to kill, his long sword flickered with light, and his fingers were flying. Just when he was feeling proud, a sharp cold air suddenly approached the back of his neck, and he hurriedly moved the sword to lift it behind him.
. It was expected that the person attacking behind would protect himself first and give up the attack on himself, so he used such a trick that would lead to death.
But to his surprise, a pinprick-like pain pierced his heart, and the spiritual energy all over his body involuntarily surged out from the severe pain in his neck. In just two breaths, the cold-faced boy Fenbai
His cheeks looked haggard, and he suddenly looked dozens of years older.
The person who sneaked up behind him was Chen Yunsheng. He regretted that he had taken action too late, causing seven or eight people to be massacred, so he used the Golden Spirit Pansi Hand and the Qingmu Pansi Hand at the same time, using five silver threads to hold the flying sword together.
The knot was tightly entangled, and another green thread pierced the cold-faced boy's neck, sucking all the spiritual energy around him. The masterless flying sword was put into the storage ring by Chen Yunsheng, just in case of emergencies.
need.
In Chen Yunsheng's eyes, the monk's opponent is naturally the monk, and no bully scum can be spared! Chen Yunsheng turned around and gave Wang Shan a few instructions, asking him to take the people to the side to avoid hurting them with his own hands.
When Wang Shan saw that this young man had such great magical powers, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he had taken him in yesterday.
The long-faced monk was shocked. There was actually a monk mixed among the barbarians and killed one of his subordinates instantly. He knew that although the cold-faced boy was only in the late stage of Qi training, he was very sophisticated in his killing methods and was definitely not inferior to
As a foundation-building monk, his participation in the assassination in Xianzhou Sitian Pavilion was absolutely indispensable. I didn't expect that he would be easily solved by his opponent. This opponent was too terrifying.
He did not act rashly, but used his spiritual consciousness to carefully examine Chen Yunsheng's cultivation. He found that the other party was just a monk in the middle stage of foundation construction, and his hanging heart gradually dropped. The three monks behind him were already moving at the same time.
It was a black-faced old man who had established a foundation and whispered: "Xu Tou, let's go together and chop this kid up."
The monk named Xu shook his head and said softly: "You guys are waiting here and don't act rashly."
He walked up to Chen Yunsheng with square steps and said coldly: "Where are you from as a monk? Could it be that you dared to kill Sitian Pavilion's worshiper because of your courage? Please report to the mountain gate as soon as possible."
Chen Yunsheng walked towards the monk named Xu quietly without saying a word. At first, the distance between the two of them was five or six feet, then gradually became three or four feet, and later it became less than two feet. The monk named Xu
Feeling the fierce murderous aura emanating from Chen Yunsheng's body, he involuntarily began to retreat, his voice trembling slightly: "Send a message to the ancestor quickly and ask him to rush to help."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yunsheng had already taken action. A silver thread stabbed the long-faced monk's neck, and three rays of silver light from his other hand struck the three monks behind him. The monk surnamed Xu was so frightened that he lost consciousness.
He crawled on the ground to avoid Chen Yunsheng's thunderous blow. Only one of the three people behind him had a foundation-building cultivation level, and the other two were still in the Qi training stage. These two people had no martial arts foundation before entering the Immortal Sect, so
Facing the incoming silver thread, he did not take any measures to resist, and allowed the silver thread to pierce his neck. Chen Yunsheng flicked his fingers slightly, and the two silver threads trembled rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood on the necks of the two people were smashed to pieces.
A huge hole appeared on the necks of the two monks, and they died instantly.
The black-faced old man and the monk surnamed Xu retreated to a place, and they both sacrificed their protective instruments in front of them. One was a light green copper coin the size of a fist, and the other was a black tortoise shell about a foot in diameter. For the tortoise shell
, Chen Yunsheng is no stranger at all. The white-haired old man he dealt with before used a piece of tortoise shell to defend himself. This item seems to have become the standard equipment of Sitian Pavilion.
Chen Yunsheng didn't wait for the two of them to take action, and with the blessing of Tianxuan's domineering energy, he leaned forward and fired at the two of them. Facing an opponent as fast as lightning, the two monks were a little dumbfounded. In order to prevent slacking off, there are regular fights in Sitian Pavilion.
, assessments such as competitions, but everyone works together under the same roof. During the competition, no one has to use their real skills and is just going through the motions. At this time, suddenly encountering an opponent who is fighting to the death, it is inevitable to be in a hurry.
Chen Yunsheng shot out a golden thread with the index finger of his right hand and headed straight for the black-faced old man's hall. Before the silver thread could hit the old man, the green light of the copper coin floating in front of him was so bright that it actually blocked the silver thread. Chen Yunsheng changed the thread again.
He took several attacking positions, but they were all blocked by the copper coins. Every time the golden spirit thread hit the copper coin, it emitted a dazzling light, but it was impossible to use the spirit thread to break the copper coin magic weapon.
The old man surnamed Xu took this opportunity and kept making secrets with his hands. He bit the tip of his tongue. A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out and he yelled, "Look at my 'Fire Dragon Technique'."
In an instant, a stream of flames spurted out from his mouth and nose. As soon as the flames were sprayed out, they began to expand, and finally turned into a fire dragon that was more than ten feet long and one foot thick. The fire dragon's body emitted an orange-red light, with some red highlights from time to time.
Red lightning appeared on the dragon's body, and a wave of hot air burned Chen Yunsheng's skin, turning his cheeks orange.
"This foundation-building monk is actually able to cast the 'Fire Dragon Technique'. Isn't this a spell that only Jindan monks can master?" Chen Yunsheng exclaimed.
However, the monk named Xu did not give Chen Yunsheng time to sigh. He raised his hands above his head. The fiery red dragon flew into the air with its head raised, its head down and its tail upward. He shouted: "Nine Heavens Hanging Dragon,
kill!"
The giant dragon attacked Chen Yunsheng with thunderous momentum. Along the way, the clouds in the sky were dyed red, as if they were on fire. The monk named Xu was already covered in sweat, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were
There was no blood at all. It seemed that this move also exhausted his mana.
Chen Yunsheng's brows knitted together. If he was alone, he could easily dodge the fire dragon's attack with Earth Escape. But with dozens of pairs of eyes behind him looking at him, and with his back like a gleam of light, the villagers behind him had no ability to dodge this attack.
In fact, when fighting, it is not always necessary to defeat every move. Seeing that the opponent's magic weapon is powerful, if you can dodge it, it is also a good way. Avoiding his sharp edge and attacking him unprepared is the best way.
But at this time, the only option was to fight hard. Chen Yunsheng quickly calculated the capital that he could use to fight hard. The Heavenly Yellow Jade Armor had been somewhat damaged during the last battle with Bai Huahua and had not been repaired, so it could not be used. Jin Lingsi, on the other hand,
You can weave some defensive nets, but for the flowing fire, as long as there is a gap to get through, this trick will not be effective. Visually judging the power of this fire dragon, the stone armor technique may not be helpful. Even if he is fine, the people behind him
Villagers are not immune either.
When he was anxious, suddenly, a water ball the size of a water tank condensed in mid-air, and the surrounding water aura continued to gather towards the water ball. Chen Yunsheng looked back and saw Liu Xiaoshan standing behind him with a smile. It turned out that Chen Yunsheng had gone out not long ago.
, Liu Xiaoshan felt that someone was already fighting outside. She was worried that Chen Yunsheng would be outnumbered, so everyone came out to help, and happened to encounter a monk named Xu who was using the Fire Dragon Technique.
Liu Xiaoshan has the body of Kuijing, so he is naturally good at casting water spells. Although the level of the water bullet technique is not as high as the fire dragon technique, the monk named Xu is limited to his cultivation level and has not fully used it, so the fire dragon technique in front of him has his appearance.
The water bomb technique became extremely powerful under Liu Xiaoshan's performance. In an instant, seven or eight huge water balls had condensed in the air, and Liu Xiaoshan shouted: "Go!"
Huge water balls hit the fire dragon one after another, and the sound of "sneak" was heard endlessly. After a few moments, the fire dragon wilted, and the orange color around it became darker and darker. After the last water bomb was hit, the fire dragon completely turned off and turned into a fire dragon.
It turned into a ball of ashes. Liu Xiaoshan waved his sleeves lightly, and a gust of wind blew by, blowing away all the ashes.