Taiping Inn

This is how the Jianghu is. There are revenge killings, love killings, internal strife, fighting for fame and fortune. The reasons for killing are different, but no one has ever found it strange. If no one died, wouldn't anyone be able to get involved in the Jianghu? Otherwise, what kind of Jianghu is it?

Just as Li Xuandu was fighting with Sun Shaozong, the disciples of the Wind Hall and the Thunder Hall began to attack in large numbers.

People in black clothes kept appearing on the wall from all directions, all with black scarves covering their faces. According to Gongsun Liang and Zuo Qiuyun's idea, this should be an extremely sinister night attack. First, all the secret guards and night patrol disciples were killed silently, so that they died silently and could not make any struggle before death, and then slowly eroded and wiped out the disciples directly under the master. In the end, only Song Muzhe was left, and he was still at the mercy of others.

But they underestimated Song Muzhe, the young sect master. After all, the old sect master had been in charge of Fenglei Sect for many years and had a deep foundation. Therefore, Song Muzhe had planted secrets around several hall masters and learned about the two people's night attack plan in advance, so he was also prepared.

When these black-clothed men jumped off the wall, countless big red lanterns were hung all over the mansion, connected like a long fiery red dragon, dispelling the darkness and making the huge mansion brightly lit.

These uninvited guests who came in the night could no longer hide under the countless lanterns.

Shenxiao Sect and Miaozhen Sect are both very good at forming formations to fight the enemy. Miaozhen Sect's "Ziwei Nandou Formation" and Shenxiao Sect's "Zhenwu Beidou Formation" are equally famous. They can be used from large formations to protect the religion in a mountain or a place, to small formations formed by disciples to fight the enemy. At this time, the disciples under Song Muzhe formed the "Zhenwu Beidou Formation", with seven people forming a formation, and seven formations forming a larger formation. Facing the invaders, forty-nine direct disciples and forty-nine swords were combined by the sword formation, and the sword energy was abundant and chaotic, breaking gold and splitting rocks.

Although the disciples of Fengtang and Leitang were numerous, they also felt it was difficult to face this forty-nine-person formation, just like a dog biting a hedgehog, and it was difficult to bite.

On the other hand, after Li Xuandu killed Sun Shaozong, although many Fengtang and Leitang disciples were frightened, they did not retreat. After all, in the battle of the rivers and lakes, as long as the realm gap was not too big, most of them could be surrounded and killed. The fate of the Qingluan Guard Commander in the battle of Chengtianmen was a clear proof.

After a while, there was a sound of breaking air, and another group of people came in the night. They were all wearing black night clothes, but their faces were covered with black iron masks. They held long swords and surrounded Li Xuandu in the middle, blocking all retreat routes.

The last one was a young man with a slightly pale face, elegant clothes, handsome appearance, sword eyebrows and star eyes. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary Fenglei Sect disciple. He might be a close junior of Gongsun Liang or Zuo Qiuyun.

The young man looked at Li Xuandu and said one word concisely: "Kill!"

All the swordsmen surrounding Li Xuandu responded and attacked Li Xuandu from all sides.

Li Xuandu just unfolded the folding fan in his hand and swept away.

The light of the "Cold Moon Saw" flashed like a crescent moon, illuminating the night in an instant. When Li Xuandu reappeared in the original place, one person fell down in front, behind, left and right of him, and they were all cut in two.

The speed of the "Cold Moon Saw" was too fast and too sharp. These swordsmen did not feel the pain at the first time. It was not until they wanted to get up from the ground that they realized that their lower bodies were still standing there.

For a while, the swordsmen's dying screams were endless.

The young man's eyelids twitched slightly. Without him saying anything, someone had already drawn his sword and gave these swordsmen a quick death, which was also considered to be a relief for them.

Li Xuandu put one hand behind his back and blocked his chest with a folding fan. The fan was not stained with blood, but blood trickled down to form a small pool of blood under his feet.

On the first day he became a disciple, his master told him a very simple truth. No matter what words are used to modify it, the sword is always a weapon for killing, and swordsmanship is always a technique for killing. Although he felt that this statement was debatable, he could not find a more appropriate reason to refute it, so he had to agree.

Li Xuandu doesn't like to kill people without meaning, but he never hesitates to kill people when it's time to kill people, especially when he is in the martial arts world. If he doesn't kill people, he won't be able to establish his prestige, and if he doesn't establish his prestige, he won't be able to stop killing people.

Seeing this, the remaining swordsmen knew that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but since the leader behind them didn't speak, no one dared to retreat without permission, so they could only bite the bullet and continue to rush towards Li Xuandu.

Although Li Xuandu's methods were cruel, these Fenglei School swordsmen were not rookies who had set foot in the martial arts world for the first time. After struggling in the martial arts world for a long time, who hasn't seen some blood? At this time, these swordsmen were trapped in a deadly situation, but they were aroused. They no longer had any scruples and rushed towards Li Xuandu with a life-and-death posture.

If the strength difference is not big, fighting desperately is naturally useful, but if the strength gap is too big, fighting desperately will become a waste of life.

Li Xuandu moved slowly and stopped killing people. Instead, he used the folding fan in his hand to cut off the palms of the swordsmen holding the swords. Although he would become half a cripple in the future, it was better than losing his life completely.

The young man who had been watching the battle on the side finally couldn't hold back. When Li Xuandu cut off another swordsman's arm, he suddenly jumped into the formation, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword energy on the sword body was endless.

This person actually has the cultivation of Xuanyuan Realm. Although he is not as talented as Sun Shaozong, he should not be underestimated. This shows that the Fenglei Sect, which is the "legitimate" of Shenxiao Sect, has a deep foundation, which is far beyond the "illegitimate" Long family of Jingchan Sect. As for Lingxiu Villa, which is the "illegitimate" of Taiping Sect, it is even more difficult to compare.

The sword energy in his long sword increased again and again, and there was a tendency for the sword energy to turn into sword light, and then it pierced straight into Li Xuandu's chest.

Li Xuandu closed the folding fan in his hand, placed it on the sword spine, and gently pressed it down.

The young man immediately lost his grip on the long sword in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a "clang".

The folding fan in Li Xuandu's hand reached forward again, pressing the young man's wrist, forcing him to half-kneel on the ground and unable to stand up.

He tried his best to raise his head, gritted his teeth and asked: "You and I are both in the Xuanyuan realm, why is there such a big gap?"

Li Xuandu said calmly: "Some things just don't make sense. Why can Yan Feiqing enter the Guizhen realm with the Pure Yang Way, while some people have no hope of holding the Dan realm in this life? Why do the immortals on the old Xuan list have the hope of longevity, while ordinary people have a rare life of seventy? Why do some people have the power of the world when they are born, while others have to work hard for food and clothing? Ask God when you die, and see if he will tell you this truth."

After the voice fell, Li Xuandu's palm, which had been behind his back, slapped down.

Although there was no sign of Qi condensation, there was a sense of lifting a light weight, which was the famous "Wuji Jin" of the Shenxiao Sect.

The young man's face suddenly changed, and he didn't care that his wrist was pressed down, and his body was forced to retreat forward and backward. Although he barely avoided this palm, the price of breaking free was also very huge. The whole arm fell down softly, and the bones were broken.

Li Xuandu approached and slapped out with his palm again, with the sound of wind and thunder faintly heard.

The young man, who only had one intact arm left, had no choice but to use this arm to resist, but how could he defeat the "Wuji Jin"? With a series of "crackling" sounds, the bones of this arm were shattered.

The young man with both arms broken was slapped on the chest by Li Xuandu's last palm, and the whole person flew back more than ten feet away. After landing, he spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted completely.

Originally, this young man was not so bad, but he had been in the Fenglei Sect for a long time, never walked alone, and had the protection of his elders, so he rarely fought with others. Even if he fought, it was mostly a brief exchange. His fighting experience was not comparable to that of Li Xuandu, an old man who had walked out of the bloody storm. Moreover, Li Xuandu had many unique skills, and when fighting with others, he could often be unexpected and hard to defend. Even if a master of the Xiantian Realm faced Li Xuandu without knowing the details, he would inevitably be in a mess. The rapid defeat of this young man was indeed reasonable.

The young man was defeated and his life or death was unknown. In addition, there were incomplete corpses all over the ground and a group of swordsmen holding their broken hands and crying and wailing, so no one dared to come to Li Xuandu to seek death.

Li Xuandu turned his head and saw that the lakeside cottage was already on fire.