The Demon Suppressing Pass is the first line of defense in Kyushu to guard the demon clan.
There are many monks in the Demon Suppressing Pass, and there are even more strange people and strangers everywhere.
The city lords of the past dynasties were all great masters of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
It has been a cycle of five hundred years, and now the person guarding the Demon Town Pass is Qingxuan, a disciple of the Taoist Ancestor.
He has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, possesses three immortal swords, and his swordsmanship is unfathomable.
Situated in Yaoguan, the time is favorable, the location is favorable, the people are in the right place, the fighting power is unparalleled, and he is invincible.
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A young man in a white robe hurried to the high platform and saluted everyone on the high platform.
The city lord Qingxuan went into retreat.
The person who replaced the city lord and the deacon was a man wearing a thin robe with a mole between his eyebrows.
There is a faint smile on his face, and there is a touch of calmness in his elegance.
Kong Yang, a disciple of Confucianism.
Next to Kong Yang, there was a man with an immortal demeanor.
There was a long sword stuck in his back, and he looked majestic, but there was a trace of worry between his eyebrows.
A Taoist monk, Yang Jianbai.
"How long has it been since no one dared to ask for swordsmanship at the Demon Town Pass?"
"One thousand three hundred and twelve years." Kong Yang said calmly.
"Just kill them to serve as a warning to others!"
An old man with white beard and hair holds a wine gourd in his hand.
Wearing a green robe, he looks elegant.
He has an extraordinary bearing and a vaguely intimidating majesty.
It seemed that he had just been drinking and was called over temporarily, so he was very unhappy at the moment.
The first person to appear was a young man wearing a white robe, of low status.
So I just put on a solemn look and an expression of honor.
Kong Yang nodded slightly at him.
The young man understood and waved his hand.
Twelve figures soared into the sky like a sudden flash of light from the ground.
...........
"Today Zhang Song asked the sword to suppress the demon pass!!"
The voice echoed in the air, carrying a compelling momentum.
The long sword is unsheathed.
Under the moonlight, the sword light is as bright as autumn water
Twelve rays of white light came towards me one after another.
One of the tall figures was glowing with red light, while the other figure was glowing with green light and carrying a strong murderous aura.
They are not humans, but two Taoist armor-clad generals.
It just collided with the silver light on the tip of the sword and broke into pieces at the touch.
No one saw each other's movements clearly.
I saw only a white light rising into the sky, and two powerful talisman generals were swallowed up by a fierce sword energy.
The third figure did not retreat hastily because of the failure of the two talisman generals.
Instead, they launched a ferocious counterattack.
A lotus flower loomed under his feet, bringing up a green light about ten feet long, constantly rotating around him.
There seemed to be an invisible pressure on him.
It makes people involuntarily feel a sense of awe.
However, the sword light flashed, and a sword energy was forced to the top of his head.
It seemed as if he was only a few inches away from his Heavenly Spirit Cap.
The man hurriedly moved away, not daring to stop him.
The other party had no intention of killing him and continued to move forward bravely.
The man touched the sweat on his forehead and felt that he was so close to death for the first time.
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At the same time, most of the monks in the Demon Suppressing Pass felt something strange.
Some of them hold floating dust, some carry long swords on their backs, some have soft swords wrapped around their waists, and some hold weapons.
Some of them twirled their beards and smiled, looking at the excitement without thinking it was a big deal.
Some faces changed slightly, and some even had their bodies trembling.
Suddenly, everyone shut their mouths.
An indescribable pressure enveloped them.
It left them breathless and many monks were speechless.
The sword pavilion formation has opened!!
As the big position opened, Zhang Song seemed to be entangled in countless soft ropes, struggling to move.
It was like being trapped in a flowing swamp, giving him a feeling of powerlessness.
Zhang Song rarely fought with anyone in his life.
The number of times the sword is drawn is even less, and can be counted on one finger.
His talent is too dull, and the more he uses his sword energy, the less he will use it.
He felt that he was not suitable to be a swordsman.
But someone said that he could become the best swordsman in the world in the future.
His parents died young and he had been wandering for more than ten years.
But he is still a young boy.
The woman who said he would become the best swordsman in the world narrowed her eyes into a straight line when she laughed.
But there was a sense of heroism between his eyebrows.
She also has a sword.
Later he learned that those who make a living by sword will one day die by the sword.
When he thinks too much, he will practice his sword crazily.
He has devoted countless days and nights to swordsmanship just for this moment.
If your heart is longing for something, there is no need to worry about obstacles and long paths.
"Break it on me!!"
With a wave of the long sword, the three-foot-long green blade exuded a desolate aura, full of murderous intent.
Under his control, he slashed out with one sword.
With an earth-shattering sense of domineering.
Wherever the sword points, nothing can stop it.
boom--!!
There were endless bursts of explosions.
The figure landed on the sword pavilion.
That man was very strange, with piercing eyes and an imposing manner.
The whole person is like a sharp sword.
But his expression revealed a faint sense of vicissitudes of life.
I don't know why, but he has a contradictory and complicated temperament.
Everyone was looking at him, looking at this strange man who suddenly wanted to ask about Jian Zhen Yao Pass.
Zhang Song grinned.
It turns out that this is the feeling of becoming famous. No wonder so many people want to be respected by others.
There was a faint smile on his face.
It was a leisurely and unpredictable feeling.
"Sir, why do you ask about the sword?"
An old man asked calmly.
"For a woman." He answered without hesitation, "Tang Xuan, she is also a swordsman at Demon Suppression Pass."
Everyone's faces couldn't help but show a hint of confusion.
Zhang Song smiled again, "She has been dead for many years, and no one probably remembers her.
I came today to insert her sword into the Sword Guard Pavilion."
The old man said: "Even if the swordsman from Zhenyao Pass died in battle at Zhenyao Pass, his sword should be put into the sword pavilion."