Three days before the end of rebirth

Chen Xinglie’s person?

Lin Daoyuan's heart sank, and he looked at the true disciple in front of him. He realized that this girl who had been worshiping Tushan Sect since she was a child was now tall and graceful. She was as big as she should be and as small as she should be. She had a great figure.

Awesome, and the appearance is also extremely outstanding...

What a coquettish bitch who brings disaster to the country and the people...

Compared with the famous ladies in the capital of the Daqian Dynasty, they were no less generous.

No wonder he was attracted by Chen Xinglie.

However, although our Tushan Sect has a great business and has many more true disciples than ordinary sects, there are not many true true female disciples with good looks. Now in this mere Qingyun City, there are only

Two of them were kidnapped by Chen Xinglie!

No!

Not two!

It's three!

I heard that the unparalleled Zhao Yumeng seemed to have fallen!

The dignified Tushan Sect was actually treated as a harem by the devil Chen Xinglie...

That's too much!

What a shame!

Lin Daoyuan felt sad for a while, and most of the murderous intent in his eyes dissipated at this moment. He asked coldly: "Is this true? What evidence do you have?"

Chu Jingyue didn't dare to raise her head, her thoughts were racing. In an instant, the plan came to her mind, and she said: "Chen Xinglie poured a glass of wine for his disciple in Feiyun Tower with his own hands, and the wine was dripped with 'Qianjun Brew'.

, forcing the disciples to jump into the Qingyun River and play in the river with the disciples. This matter is already known to everyone in Qingyun City."

Qianjun brewing!

Everyone knows the efficacy of this powerful medicine.

Lin Daoyuan couldn't help but frowned, waved his hand, and said: "Take your senior brother Wang's body back to the painting boat, seal it with ice, and take it back to the Tushan Sect for burial one day."

Chu Jingyue said: "Disciple, I obey."

Lin Daoyuan picked up Wang Shuangkai's "Wanli Sad Autumn Sword" and flew out of the inn in one step. The sword's light in his hand surged and he killed everyone he saw...

The night wind is bleak.

Chu Jingyue held Wang Shuangkai's collar and strode away from Donggang, smelling the strong smell of blood blowing in the wind along the way.

This smell of blood means that Lin Daoyuan is killing everyone.

As for this killing, was it an indiscriminate killing of innocent people...

How could such a trivial matter be as important as the reputation of Tushan Sect?

Chu Jingyue couldn't help but trembled all over, and said silently in her heart: "Our Tushan Sect is an upright and authentic sect, but is this... the righteous character of a famous and upright sect?"

In the Qingyun River painting boat, the lights are bright.

The refreshments placed on the deck had already cooled down. Several disciples of the Tushan Sect were sitting with their eyes closed to relax. When they saw Chu Jingyue flying over with a corpse, they all opened their eyes and were about to ask.

A few words, but the moment he saw the face of the corpse clearly, he was so shocked that he became stiff.

"Wang...Senior Brother Wang..."

"Didn't Senior Brother Wang bring the Supreme Elder's sword and enter first to call for remote help? Why is he dead now?"

"Junior Sister Chu, how did Senior Brother Wang die?"

The true disciples rushed forward and asked about the situation.

Chu Jingyue didn't say anything more, she just shook her head silently, unwilling to tell the truth. She just thought in her heart: "If I tell it, based on what the sect leader did tonight, I'm afraid I will kill all these disciples."

Seeing that Chu Jingyue remained silent, the disciples became filled with indignation one by one, pointing fingers at Chu Jingyue and making irresponsible remarks.

Chu Jingyue just remained silent.

Not long after, a figure soared into the sky in Donggang, gliding towards the Qingyun River.

The true disciples had extraordinary cultivation and good eyesight. They could see clearly from a distance who was the person flying under the moon. They immediately shouted: "The sect master is back!"

Lin Daoyuan flew out of Donggang, but did not come directly to the painting boat. Instead, he landed by the Qingyun River, and jumped into the river with a splash. He dived quickly, setting off rolling waves, until he got close to the painting boat, and then he jumped up, with energy and blood rolling around his body.

, like a blazing flame oven.

The moment Lin Daoyuan jumped out of the water and landed on the deck, all the clothes on his body were dried by the force of the river water.

However, even though Lin Daoyuan washed his body with river water, Chu Jingyue still smelled the bloody smell coming from the sect master.

"metropolitan!"

A true disciple bowed his hands and asked hesitantly: "Senior Brother Wang...how...how..."

Lin Daoyuan opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he smelled the smell of blood between his mouth and nose, so he picked up the pot of cold tea on the deck, took a big gulp, rinsed his mouth, and then said: "

Tonight, Wang Shuangkai had a battle with Chen Xinglie in Donggang, but unfortunately his skills were inferior and he died in the hands of Chen Xinglie..."

Everyone's expressions changed with surprise, and they looked at each other.

"Chen Xinglie! How could Chen Xinglie be so powerful? You must know that Senior Brother Wang has the Supreme Elder's sword in his hand. He can kill all land gods with one sword. Could it be that Chen Xinglie is already a land god?"

"I heard that some time ago, Guan Shanyuan, the guest minister of the Shanhai Merchant Alliance, and Changkong Wuji, the leader of Xifeng's army, went to find Chen Xinglie together. As a result, one of them died and the other was injured. If Changkong Wuji hadn't escaped quickly, Xifeng would have

The leader of the army needs to be replaced."

"No wonder there is a faint smell of blood coming from the direction of Donggang. It must be that evil heretic Chen Xinglie is killing people in the city."

…

Everyone started discussing quietly.

Lin Daoyuan held the teapot and listened quietly. When the disciples stopped talking, he said: "My sect leader left the painting boat earlier when he noticed that there was a sword intent on the shore, so he flew forward. Unfortunately, he didn't go there.

Half a step too late, my disciple Wang Shuangkai died in the hands of Chen Xinglie, alas..."

After saying this, Lin Daoyuan shook his head sadly, his face full of compassion.

The true disciples were secretly observing Lin Daoyuan, wondering whether their sect master was injured.

well……

Lin Daoyuan let out a long sigh, put the Wanli Beiqiu Sword in his hand on the coffee table, and said with emotion: "Chen Xinglie's strength is unfathomable, even more powerful than the rumors said. Fortunately, with my strength, this sect leader

I, the Tushan Sect’s supreme secret method, snatched this Wanli Beiqiu Sword back from that demon…”

When all the disciples heard this, their eyes were filled with admiration.

The lord is mighty!

Chen Xinglie is so tyrannical and fierce. Even the leader of the Xifeng Army, Changkong Wuji, cannot block a sword in front of Chen Xinglie.

However, the sect leader snatched back the Wanli Beiqiu Sword from Devil Chen's hands.

In comparison, isn't the sect leader many times stronger than Changkong Wuji?

The eyes of the true disciples were full of admiration.

Only Chu Jingyue lowered her head and remained silent. She even had a vague urge to expose Lin Daoyuan, but she understood that this kind of thing couldn't be done. If she did, it would be self-destruction, and her life was at stake.

But at this moment, someone asked: "Since the sect leader has taken back the Wanli Beiqiu Sword, why not use the Taishang Elder's portable sword to kill Chen Xinglie with one sword and avenge Senior Brother Wang?"

Lin Daoyuan's expression froze.

How to kill?

Going to give someone a head?

Lin Daoyuan was speechless.

Most afraid of...

The air suddenly became quiet.