At dusk, Shenlong Villa is hundreds of kilometers away from Dinghu Mountain.
The villa is located halfway up the mountain amid the mist, with dozens of buildings connected together.
The shape of the building is like a dragon that is about to ascend through the void.
The entrance to the villa is the Dragon's Tail. After passing through the eight major halls where masters of all levels sit, there is the Dragon's Head Hall, where the owner of the Shenlong Villa is located.
The Shenlong Mountain Gate is magnificent and has various patterns carved on it.
There are everything from lotus, animals, figures, Arhats and fairies.
The leaves and branches are curved and intertwined among various patterns, creating a dreamlike fairy world.
The floor leading to the depths of Shenlong Villa is paved with stone slabs, like dragon scales, one by one pointing toward the dragon's head.
This is a beautiful dusk, and this is also a blood-stained dusk.
Near six o'clock, an uninvited guest appeared at the mountain gate.
A man with flowing white clothes and a feminine temperament walked slowly towards the door, covered with blood-like sunshine.
There is no sword in the hand, but the whole thing looks like a sword.
On his superior face, in addition to endless femininity, there was also a faint murderous look.
The Shenlong disciple at the door quickly noticed his figure, and when he wanted to shout something, his body was shaken.
They themselves didn't know why, but with just one glance from the man in white, the six Shenlong disciples knelt down uncontrollably.
Then, they fell to the ground with a plop, clutching their hearts with expressions of pain.
Soon, they tilted their heads and lost all movement.
"Who are you?"
Hearing the noise, four more dragon guards rushed out from inside.
But before they finished speaking, their heads tore off the branches like mature coconuts and fell down.
Four heads were rolling on the ground.
There was an extremely smooth fracture on their necks, as if they had been cut off by a supreme sharp sword.
But the man in white didn't have any sharp weapon in his hand.
And no one saw him take action.
There was no expression on his face, and he pushed forward unhurriedly in the sunset.
"Warning, warning..."
A Shenlong officer led several patrols and rushed to the door. They stared at the heads of their companions on the ground, their faces getting paler and paler.
Even their tightly pressed lips turned white.
Officer Shenlong exerted slight force on his arms and flashed out two sharp mechanical knives.
His breathing was unprecedentedly rapid, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
He could see that the man in white was here to kill, kill him, kill everyone, but he didn't have the courage to resist.
Bang bang bang!
The heads of the three patrolling divine dragons fell down again and rolled down on the floor tiles, leaving a bloody trail.
Officer Shenlong's lips were a little dry and timid.
He subconsciously wanted to stop the man in white from doing what he did next.
His arms were filled with all the strength, holding sharp mechanical arms and wanting to fight.
It's a pity that he could never move.
The sharp knife he held tightly did not shine out.
No, I don’t have the courage to do it!
The next second, his head flew out with a thud.
Blood rose into the sky, dyeing the sunset in the eyes of the others red.
Officer Shenlong collapsed suddenly with his head missing.
The sharp knife symbolizing courage still did not attack.
He was a little sad and unwilling, knowing that the other party would kill him.
But he didn't have the courage to fight.
However, this cannot be blamed on his cowardice. The rest of his companions also lacked the courage to take action.
"Bang!"
At some unknown time, the man in white had already climbed up the stone steps, stepped into the mountain gate, and walked towards the depths of Shenlong Villa.
But all the people at the door were dead, and no one pulled out a knife!
"Who? Who?"
"Enemy attack, enemy attack, stop him quickly!"
At this time, Deacon Shenlong, who was one level higher than Director Shenlong, rushed out with dozens of people.
Seeing the man in white marching straight in, they, who were more advanced in cultivation, drew their weapons and attacked.
The man in white had a calm face and walked forward with blood on his white soles.
The dragon disciples who rushed up were like waves hitting the hard rock, breaking into pieces and scattering in all directions.
Before they even fell to the ground, their heads fell off one by one, flying around like volleyballs.
"kill!"
Deacon Shenlong did not believe in evil, so he brandished his long knife and struck at the man in white.
But before he even got close, the long knife shattered with a sound, and then countless fragments were shot backwards.
Deacon Shenlong and several of his companions instantly turned into briquettes.
The crowd behind them couldn't stop trembling when they saw this, and their faces became paler and paler.
They have never seen such a powerful person.
But they were afraid, restrained and did not dare to attack, but the man in white pierced their hearts like a long sword.
There was more and more blood, and more and more corpses were lying on both sides of the man in white.
Some of the Shenlong disciples inexplicably thought of the legend at Yanmen Pass.
On the same dusk when the sun was setting in the west, the men in white entered the Haizhentian camp one by one with one sword.
A few hours later, Hai Zhentian and the three thousand thieves were basically dead.
Unexpectedly, today, the man in white entered Shenlong Villa again.
This time he didn't have a sword in his hand.
However, the Shenlong disciples were still sadly enveloped in a thick smell of blood.
They kept fighting and retreating, but they still couldn't slow down the steps of the man in white.
At this moment, the man in white suddenly stopped.
He looked deeply at the several Shenlong disciples in front of him.
Behind him lay countless corpses.
The blood flows into a river, and the blood reflects the setting sun.
But the man in white clothes is still dressed in blood red, as if the killing Buddha came to the world, vast and boundless.
"Whoosh!"
When the man in white paused, the corpses on the ground suddenly turned over, and three old dragon men shot up.
The three of them, like three sharp arrows, shot at the man in white from behind.
They also all stretched out their hands. Their fingers were all made of steel, sharp and hard.
Once the body is caught, thirty more blood holes will appear immediately.
The figure was elongated in the sunlight coming from the window, and the sharp fingertips became two points sharper.
Unfortunately, although their movements were fast and unexpected, they were still not enough to fill the gap between the man in white's teeth.
The man in white just waved his sleeves back.
"Ploppap!"
The three figures were instantly swept away and hit the wall like birds with broken wings before falling to the ground one by one.
Dazzling drops of blood flowed from his mouth and nose.
The internal organs have been shattered.
The man in white didn't look back and continued walking forward.
"Come to Shenlong Villa to run wild and be wild!"
When the man in white walked to the seventh grand hall, a huge figure flashed out from the third floor.
Lord Shenlong roared, brandished a spear and flew away.
The spear came out like a dragon and went straight to the throat of the man in white.
"Bang!"
But as soon as Lord Shenlong fell into the air, his spear broke with a sound.
Then the whole person broke into two pieces and fell from the air with a rain of blood.
There was still a roar in his mouth: "Kill, kill, kill -"
But his roaring and murderous intent, which he exerted with all his strength, suddenly stopped as his pupils dissipated.
He lay on the ground with his eyes open.
The man in white didn't even look at it, he just stepped over the body of Lord Shenlong and continued to move forward.
"ah!"
The screams continued, and after walking a few dozen meters and breaking through the human wall of the Shenlong disciples, the man in white raised his head slightly.
He looked at the third floor of the eighth grand hall with a sense of emotion.
On the third floor, stood a woman in purple, the Lord of the Divine Dragon Territory, one level higher than the Lord of the Divine Dragon.
This glance from the man in white made the Shenlong Territory Master frown.
Because she hated this smell.
This smell not only smells of blood, but the most important thing is that there is no emotion in it.
Some are just indifferent, and some are just cold-blooded.
It seems that before the eyes and thoughts of the man in white, there is nothing in the world worth cherishing, and anyone can regard it as a pig or a dog.
This made the Shenlong Territory Lord feel fierce.
"Bang bang bang!"
By this time, the man in white had killed more than three hundred people.
His will has controlled everything within twenty meters of his body.
Iron-blooded, ruthless, decisive, and never give in.
Compassion in the world, which conforms to the moral principles of human goodness, is meaningless before the strong will of the man in white.
"Whoosh!"
A drop of blood fell on the cheek of the man in white. He stretched out a finger and wiped it away gracefully.
The woman in purple felt that she had an opportunity, so she stretched out her body and raised her arms.
"Chirp!"
Two laser beams crossed and shot toward the man in white.
There was no emotion on the face of the man in white, and he calmly took a few steps forward, avoiding the laser just in time.
Then he flicked his fingers.
The blood on the fingertips condensed into beads and flew away.
"flutter!"
There was a sharp sound, and the woman in purple shuddered, her eyebrows spattered with blood, and she fell straight down from the third floor.
She lost control of the laser in her hand, not only cutting across seven or eight of her companions, but also severed her own legs.
But she didn't feel pain or scream, because she was already dead.
The blood droplets between the eyebrows are as bright as gems.
The killing is boundless.
The man in white stepped over these corpses, raised his head, and looked at the gate of the ninth grand palace.
The door is thick and heavy, hiding the owner of Shenlong Village.
No matter how thick the wall is, how can it block the elegance of the man in white?
"Bang!"
When the man in white stepped toward the Longtou Hall, the door opened without wind.
The view of Longtou Hall suddenly became clear.
On both sides, sixty masters of Shenlong Villa stood.
All of them had sharp expressions and angry eyes, just like Arhat's gold steel.
Above the main hall, there is a golden throne, leaning on a middle-aged man dressed like Iron Man.
He pointed his finger at the man in white and smiled ferociously: "The masters of destroying my divine dragon, you are here well prepared."
"I came here to get a silkworm!"
The man in white's tone was indescribably indifferent:
"Destroying Shenlong Villa is just a matter of convenience..."
