At this moment, Lin Feixue's red lips opened slightly, and a white light shot out from her lips.

Puff puff puff......

The sound of sharp blades entering flesh rang out one after another, and clusters of blood burst open, leaving only a pile of corpses shot into a sieve in the room in the blink of an eye.

"Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword", some people will use it to improve their own strength, and some people will also use it to conceive their own magic weapons.

As the treasure of Shushan, it seems to be ordinary but is actually not ordinary, although it is precise and strict, but it is actually just a practice outline, what to add to it, it is all up to itself, of course, the premise is to get started. If you want to get started, you need one key thing, washing the sword pool.

Lin Feixue is different from Ghost Cry and Luo Jiacheng, her height is insufficient, her arms are not long enough, her fingers are not strong enough, her body is delicate and soft, and her physical strength is a problem.

She didn't stick to the swordsmanship, her family died tragically, her two-legged three-legged cat swordsmanship not only couldn't protect her family, but even she couldn't protect herself, when her brother was killed by a sneak attack, she was also captured, and was caught up the mountain by the bandits, that night, at the critical moment, she woke up and broke through that line.

The gap between humans and demons is only one line, but sometimes, it's really too big.

Lin Feixue's weapon was just two leaves, and in the melodious music, after getting drunk, the jubilant bandits fell into a fantasy and killed each other.

Then, when he went down the mountain, he was attacked by a tiger and knocked down, and when he was about to die, Elder Meng appeared, and with his help, he joined Shushan.

After that, it was the boring practice of "Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword", but she gave up continuing to carry forward her illusion talent, and instead chose "Imperial Sword Technique", choosing to cultivate two small sword rhymes into magic weapons.

These two small swords, one is her brother's and the other is hers, which was given by her parents on her birthday.

The cultivation of "Imperial Sword Technique" is extremely difficult, no one is optimistic about Lin Feixue, and Elder Meng shook his head and sighed for a while, feeling that Lin Feixue had wasted his talent.

However, what is surprising is that "Imperial Sword Technique" has been refined all the way in her practice, and it soon reached the point of perfection, and at the same time, the two small swords have also completely completed their transformation and become magic weapons.

One of the small swords, which she can control freely through the rhythm of the sound, is extremely flexible. Another small sword, which needs to be triggered through painstaking efforts, is infinitely powerful.

In this way, her strength quickly surpassed that of Elder Meng and she obtained the qualification to continue her cultivation in Shu Mountain. However, she did not continue to stay in Shushan, but resolutely went down the mountain and chose to help Elder Meng.

Lin Feixue's face turned pale, she withdrew her two small swords, slammed open the door, and staggered away.

And at that moment, Devil Cry stood up from his seat and pushed the window open completely.

"Be careful, there's someone over there. ”

This move was particularly abrupt, and it quickly attracted the attention of the guards who were already on alert.

"Shoot him!" the head of the guard ordered without hesitation.

These are not the wolf demon's guards, and the main weapon is not the sword at the waist, but the crossbow at the waist.

Produced by Tangmen, it must be a high-quality product.

The repeater can fire three arrows in a row, and can shoot 20 steps while still remaining accurate. Each arrow is so powerful that it can shoot through the planks and leather armor in no more than fifteen steps, but not more than five steps, and it is even possible to shoot through iron armor that is not too thick.

More than a dozen guards, each with one hand, five of them aimed at the window where Devil May Cry was, and pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

Collapse Collapse ......

A crisp sound was one after another, and the "buzzing" shot directly at the ghost standing at the window.

Arrows pierced through Devil's crying body, shattering the plates and flasks on the table, and the fragments flew everywhere, nailing them to the wooden plank.

The body of the ghost cry was obviously penetrated, but no blood was splashed out.

The body was disturbed by the wind, turned into wisps of green smoke, and slowly disappeared.

A gust of wind blew and blew the curtains of the sedan chair.

"Not good!" The cold-skinned beauty's expression changed suddenly, her skirt was raised, and a black scorpion-like tail shot out, and on the top hook, a touch of emerald green made people's hearts chill.

At the same time, in the shadow of King Chuan, a black-robed man suddenly came out to protect King Chuan.

The next moment, the sedan chair shattered.

Countless fragments shot out in all directions, and both the guards and the wolf demon couldn't help but run away.

A severed arm was thrown high, and regardless of the blood flowing from his arm, the black-robed man crossed the street with King Chuan in his arms like lightning, turning into a black shadow and disappearing in an instant.

The cold-skinned beauty stood in place in a daze, and the jade-like skin showed blood marks one after another, and then, blood arrows shot out, and the whole person was like a blood gourd, constantly spurting blood.

Ghost Cry appeared opposite her, holding a huge scorpion tail with one hand, looking at this cold-skinned beauty: "It turns out that it is a scorpion spirit!"

As he spoke, his eyes looked through the cold-skinned beauty, glanced at the place where the black-robed man left with King Chuan in his arms, and turned his gaze to the wolf demon named Wolf Iron Claw who was confronting Luo Jiacheng.

The wolf's iron claw suddenly snorted, shed blood and tears, and his heart shook violently, and then let out a cry of sorrow and fled.

Luo Jiacheng still wanted to chase, but was stopped by the ghost crying.

"Withdraw first!"

Soon, the streets were empty, leaving only one corpse at a time. The surrounding residents looked out through the cracks, silent.

It didn't take long for some people to quietly go out with their luggage, dragging their families away. And then more and more people appeared, leaving ......

After a while, a team of men arrived and cordoned off the place.

The crowd gathered in secret at another stronghold, which was under a dry well with a hole in it.

In this operation, there were only a few people who did it on the surface, but in fact, the Tianfu City Demon Slaying Pavilion dispatched a total of dozens of people, involving all aspects.

Some were responsible for slowing down the army, some were responsible for scouting the route of King Chuan, and more people were responsible for sweeping the tail operation.

Everything, in order.

There were six people hiding in the stronghold.

One is the steward in charge of this base, the other is a young man who has used the art of skimming the sword, and the other is a middle-aged man who looks poor. The remaining three are Ghost Cry, Luo Jiacheng and Lin Feixue.

The first two are only official members of the Tianfu City Demon Slaying Pavilion, although they also practice Shushan magic, but they have not practiced "Ten Years of Grinding a Sword", and they have not officially joined Shushan, so they are not considered Shushan disciples.

First, because of his identity and strength, he did not practice the exercises handed down from Shushan since he was a child, especially the Flying Immortal Step and the Ladder of Climbing the Sky did not practice to reach home, and he was not sure to walk the way of the sword. The second is that the merit is not enough, or it is not favored by the elders of the sub-pavilion, and it is not recommended.

There are many official members like them, and the number far exceeds the disciples of Shushan, which can be regarded as a kind of alternative disciples of the outer sect of Shushan.

As soon as the two arrived at the stronghold, they each chose a room and locked themselves in the room. And the steward of the stronghold is outside.

In the hall, only the three of them were left crying.

"Just now, I obviously had a chance to kill King Chuan, and I dared to ask Senior Brother Ghost Cry, why didn't you kill him. ”

Luo Jiacheng suddenly questioned the ghost crying, he stood close and saw clearly.

The moment Ghost Cry appeared in shape, he had already slashed more than ten times in a row. The three of them didn't even have time to react, and they were hit one after another.

The cold-skinned beauty directly became a blood gourd, and before she had time to make a move, she was hit by the key point and died.

The mysterious black-robed man who jumped out of the shadow of King Sichuan was also stabbed several times in his body, and the broken pieces of cloth were flying.