In the Yunlai Inn, the two sides confronted each other, and they were about to make a move.

At this time, a series of horses' hooves sounded on the street outside the inn, mixed with the sound of rain, and came slowly.

Soon, a sturdy figure squeezed in from the door frame of the inn, and its blue skin had a bright visual sense under the light in the room, like a Smurf.

Although a blessed Smurf······

"Eh, as soon as I entered the door, I saw three bald donkeys, it seems that tonight is not good. The blue fat man tapped his chest, looking very frightened.

A person in the demon path suddenly saw several righteous path gods in the inn, he should be frightened and afraid.

But the blue fat man's fear is very exaggerated under his exaggerated acting skills.

The terrifying aura emanating from the confrontation between the two sides was impossible for the blue fat man not to detect. He has the courage to come in, so he naturally has enough confidence.

Behind the blue fat man, a gray breath rushed in through the crack in the door, flowing slowly like water.

The wooden gate, as well as the stone floor, showed mottled traces after this breath flowed, revealing a kind of dead intent.

"Heavenly Demon Palace's Corpse Refining ······" Xinzhou looked at the gray aura, with vigilance and disgust in his eyes.

"This kind of corpse qi is not bone-turning. Shen Cangwu said.

The immortal bones of the Heavenly Demon Palace's Corpse Yin Hall were all trained by dying Psychic Realm powerhouses, although they had no possibility of further breaking through to become the strongest, but their strength was not weaker than before they were alive.

The most important thing is that all the old ghosts who do not turn into bones are old ghosts, and each one is an old fox that is hundreds of years old.

"Ho-ho-Brother Shen, I haven't seen you for two hundred years, but you're old. ”

A hoarse voice came from outside, and behind the blue fat man turned a strange young man with a pale face and gray hair.

The miserable white skin exudes a dead breath, there is no sign of vitality, the pupils that are slightly smaller than normal people, and the whites of the dead white eyes are all inexplicably weird and disgusting.

This is a living corpse, a dead man who moves.

"The old man is old, but you are dead," Shen Cangwu replied coldly, "Su Chengyu, two hundred years ago, you died under the old man's sword, and today you will die again." ”

Su Chengyu, a peerless swordsman two hundred years ago. The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. "Flying rain becomes sorrowful" Su Chengyu was also a famous person back then, this person is a master of swordsmanship, but he has nothing to do with Sword God Lake. On the contrary, Su Chengyu, who became famous in the way of the sword, wanted to slash the myth of the sword god lake under the sword.

He fought fiercely with Shen Cangwu, who was still the Great Sword Master of Sword God Lake at that time, nearly ten times, but after all, he still lost slightly, and was stabbed by Shen Cangwu in the center of the eyebrows, heart, and lower abdomen.

It stands to reason that this kind of injury is basically difficult for the gods to save, and even if it is a strong person in the Divine Realm, it can't stand it. However, Su Chengyu met the people of the Heavenly Demon Palace before he died, and survived in another way.

"Then let's see if your sword is sharper······

Su Chengyu suddenly pulled out a miserable white bone sword, and the sword qi turned into silk, like a boundless drizzle, dashing, and with endless death intent and corpse qi.

Night Rain Sorrow Sword, Su Chengyu's famous swordsmanship, the battle dominates the world, but in the hands of Su Chengyu today, it is full of death, it should be said that it is the Night Rain Death Sword.

Everywhere the endless sword silk passed, whether it was people or things, they were all twisted to pieces, and the huge inn instantly became a plaything built of building blocks, and was urged by Shen Cangwu's sword qi to turn into fragments flying in the sky. And the shopkeeper in the inn, Xiao Er, and the overnight guests were also strangled like a silk sword.

"Tsk, you shouldn't live in Yunlai Inn. ”

On the top of a house two blocks away from the Yunlai Inn, Qing Yu looked at this miserable scene and said helplessly.

Yunlai Inn is the largest and most luxurious inn in Mingyang City, and Xuanyin Jiansu and others naturally take it as their first choice when arranging accommodation. But they ignore one point······

That is, the Yunlai Inn is a special stronghold of the six doors.

This is not a secret to those forces who stand at the top of the rivers and lakes.

The six doors spread the news, and they also couldn't hide it from those at the top. Therefore, the people of the Great Chan Temple, the Buried Sword Peak, and the Heavenly Demon Palace gathered in the Yunlai Inn tonight. I just want to see if I can pick something out of the mouths of the people at the Yunlai Inn.

Even if you can't pick out something, with the head snake of the Yunlai Inn, it is much easier to find the Great Destruction Zen Master. Although they confirmed through their own channels that the Great Extermination Zen Master was in the city, it was difficult to determine the exact location. Therefore, Yunlai Inn can also be regarded as a help.

But now, the help is gone.

Except for the people from the three parties who have the Divine Realm, the rest of the living people in the inn were strangled by Su Chengyu's sword wire, and there was not even a whole corpse.

"Wow-"

The clear sword sound was also exceptionally clear in the rainy night, and the sword momentum of the rushing sky made the heavy rain in the area near the inn pause, and the raindrops were divided by the two sword qi of the conflict, turning into mist and spreading everywhere.

Su Chengyu and Shen Cangwu, the two enemies of two hundred years ago, are now fighting again.

Shen Cangwu is certainly old, but he is not old enough to lift a sword, and he has not wasted these two hundred years. And Su Chengyu, he has undergone secret method training in the past two hundred years, and the earth qi has nourished, although his strength has not improved greatly due to his body, but compared with Shen Cangwu, he is not inferior for a while.

"Although Su Chengyu has an immortal body, compared to the sophistication of swordsmanship and the attainment of swordsmanship, Shen Cangwu is more than one step ahead. He can stay out of the way for a while, but only temporarily. ”

Qing Yu looked at the diffuse mist, and saw the battle hole in the blood mist and mist like watching fire, and saw it clearly.

"However, the Heavenly Demon Palace has dispatched more than one immortal ······ this time."

In the sword qi, there are three immovable carriages that are extremely conspicuous. Su Chengyu came out of one of the carriages, and the other two carriages should have two immortal bones.

No one knows how many immortal bones the Heavenly Demon Palace has practiced over the years. Maybe there won't be so many psychic people in the Heavenly Demon Palace, but there are people in the rivers and lakes.

Just like Su Chengyu, who encountered the temptation to live again before his near death, who dares to say that he is not moved.

And like those powerhouses of the Tongshen Realm who have reached the end of their five-hundred-year life, there are many people who can't refuse when faced with the opportunity to become immortal and live for another five hundred years.

The sword fight between the two sides continued, and it became more and more intense.

"Boom-"

A sword aura flew sideways, instantly smashing through the houses of a street, causing dozens of casualties.

In front of Tongshen, ordinary people are too vulnerable. This is also the main reason why the forces of all parties have tacitly agreed not to easily dispatch the gods in recent years. Once a psychic war breaks out in the city, the lives of the entire city are in danger.

However, this agreement has long since ceased to exist in today's chaotic situation.