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The Purple Cloud Mountain was said to be formed by a purple cloud that fell from the sky, so a hundred miles around it was filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The founder of the Purple Cloud Mountain used this place to comprehend the dao here and created the Purple Cloud Mountain, which was one of the most powerful immortal sects in the surrounding countries.

At this moment, the originally picturesque, beautiful paradise of immortals was now filled with corpses and broken arms. Black smoke lingered in the air as corpses piled up like a mountain.

"Mistress, we've checked carefully. Not a single person survived …" A short haired lady with a thin sword on her waist said to a woman dressed in a palace dress.

"Kids are always mischievous and mischievous."

The restaurant quickly became lively again. No one took it seriously, treating it as some kid's prank.

However, on the third floor, the youth surnamed Liu said with a cold expression, "Instructor Wen, take a look. There are also some people who are trying to gain fame by playing tricks on others. They have annoyed me so much."

The youth suddenly raised the sword on the table. The sword was ancient and covered with clouds. It was unsheathed with a resounding sound.

"Get down here!"

The old man pinched the menacing longsword between his fingers, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Was this really a cycle of karma?

Didn't you see that the corpse puppets standing here are all from your Purple Cloud Mountain ancestors? That's true. You can't see it from the rooftop. Alright, let this old man show you.

BOOM!

There was a big hole in the roof.

The pale-faced old man sneered as he squatted on the rooftop and looked down. His eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake's.

"Whose sword is it?"

Hearing the roar from next door, the charming woman sat on the body of the brown robed elder. She hooked her arm around the elder's neck as she spoke, "What a loud sound to the side."

The short man with the huge saber on his waist took a sip of wine, signalling the big man with the stubble on his face not to act rashly.

Senior Martial Brother Liu saw that his sword attack had failed, and the anger in his heart flared up. Wasn't this embarrassing in front of Junior Martial Sister Cao!? He must let this man suffer a fate worse than death!

He stood up and looked over. Just as he was about to attack again, the young man's eyes widened in disbelief.

Under the moonlight, the young man recognized the three people that stood behind the old man.

One-legged, one-legged, wasn't that his own master? Wasn't the person who inserted that thin sword the Martial Ancestor of the Purple Cloud Mountain's number one swordsman!? The one with the lower body and bones is my Martial Ancestor!

Drip, drip, drip. Sweat flowed all over the floor. The young man's body couldn't help but tremble. The man told himself that this was all fake!

However, the three corpses in the sky gave off clouds that made the young man's heart feel like it was on the verge of death.

The old man stared at the terrified young man in front of him. Interesting, interesting. Your sword? "

The trembling young man did not dare to say anything. The old man laughed disdainfully. The people from the Violet Cloud Mountain were indeed trash.

The old man grabbed the thin youth who was shouting earlier and jumped down from the rooftop.

Ever since Xu Yu opened the restaurant, he had seen immortal masters of all kinds, but he was still scared stiff by the repulsive faces of the ghoul-like old man and the three inhuman old men.

The old man looked around and said to himself, "The four little shrimps are still quite calm." With a wave of his sleeve, the bricks on the wall shattered. He looked at the grim-faced old man in brown robes and the charming woman sitting on his body, then glanced at the two men who were holding onto the hilt of their sabers and said to himself, "The four little shrimps are still quite calm."

Walking up to the trembling Senior Martial Brother Liu, the elder asked in a dense tone, "Is it your sword?"

Senior brother Liu didn't dare say anything, the fear in his eyes growing.

All of a sudden, Senior Martial Brother Liu backed up and pointed a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing at the old man.

The elder sized up this young girl who had pulled Senior Martial Brother Liu behind her and pointed her sword at him. He smiled and said, "Little girl, put down your sword. For the sake of the Riverside Palace, this old man can let you off this time."

The speaker was uninterested, while the listener was uninterested. The charming woman next door swallowed a mouthful of saliva. To the surrounding countries, the Riverside Palace was a colossal existence!

Just who was this old man whose tone of voice did not seem to be afraid of the Riverside Palace?

The old man thought to himself, "Not good, the paper is probably in big trouble."

The short man gestured to his brother beside him and rested his thumb on the hilt of his knife.

Beside Senior Martial Brother Liu, the young woman held a flexible sword. She didn't retreat at all as she pointed it straight at the old man!

"Oh?" When the old man saw this, he clicked his tongue in curiosity and said, "Little miss, do you know that the person behind you is already a loner from the Violet Cloud Mountain and is about to go down to reunite with his fellow sect members? Why are you doing this? Could it be that this is your lover? "

The young woman didn't respond. The Violet Cloud Mountain and the Riverside Palace had been friends for generations, so of course the young woman recognized the three corpse puppets behind the old man.

Senior brother Liu was not her sweetheart, at most he was a friend, but to walk in the martial arts world without mentioning whether she could be loyal to the chivalry of the world and abandon her friends in the face of danger, it was absolutely impossible for her to become a celebrity in the martial world and become a drinker or a horse!

Although the young girl's heroic spirit was overwhelming, the flexible sword in her hand was trembling. There was nothing she could do. Facing this old man, the young girl felt her entire body being suppressed, and her breathing became erratic.

She remembered how the Violet Cloud Mountain coveted his treasure and sent people to chase after him. After a bloody battle, they escaped to her friend's cave. She hid her heavily injured body in a secret room in the cave and faced the Purple Cloud Mountain's pursuers alone.

The old man looked dazed. They asked her if she knew where she was and she said she knew, "He wants to live well, I know where he is." She led them out the door, but the pursuers did not see her. Of course, they never saw her again.

What treasure? Compared to her!

The old man looked at the young girl who had acted bravely and ignored his own death. He then looked at the young man who had shouted just now, and found a chair to sit down. He said to the young man and young lady, "Do you want to remind the people in the town to escape? You made a move just to protect your friends? "

The old man laughed out loud and said to everyone on the third floor, "If you kill 100 people today, you can live. Of course, all of you are equal to 100 heads. If you don't, I'll kill you!"

"You little bastard of the Purple Cloud Mountain, I will also give you a chance. If you kill the boy from the Riverside Palace in front of you, not only will the grudge between you and the Purple Cloud Mountain be wiped out, I will also give you good fortune!"

"Senior, we have no enmity between us, would you allow us to leave?" The charming woman asked in a low voice.

The old man's face darkened, the one-armed corpse puppet behind him smashed the woman who asked the question into the wall with a punch, the old man squinted his eyes.

"I will only say this once. Kill or die!"

"Everyone, don't listen to his bewitching words!" The young girl shouted.

Everyone on the third floor looked at each other in dismay.

The old man sat down on the chair, closed his eyes, and whispered.

"Three!"

The short man hesitated.

"Two!"

The number one humanist teacher of the country of Xin Nan was sizing up the crowd.

"One!"

"AHH!"

The first to attack was an old man in brown robes. He had just broken the woman's neck after breaking free of the wall.

The woman's dead face was filled with disbelief.

The brown robed elder looked at the elder who was about the same age as him and asked, "Senior, can I leave now?"

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the decisive old man in brown. He sneered, "She was only half injured by me."

The brown robed old man's eyes were dark. He thought for a while before his body suddenly dashed forward and formed claws with his hands, grabbing towards the collapsed Lady Boss Xu Yu. This claw could easily shatter Xu Yu's skull.

The next moment, the old man in brown retreated instead of advancing.

In front of Xu Yu was a burly man with a face full of stubble. He was empty-handed and had forced the old man back with one punch!

The big bearded man spat and scolded, "Damn it, old man, you're really something. You don't even want to let your sweetheart go. You're really an old beast!"

The old man steadied himself. The punch from the man had caused his hand to go numb.

The old man waved his hand. "Get out of my way. Don't block my way, or else I will count you in my number as well!"

The big guy rubbed his hands together, "Fuck you!" I'm not afraid of you! "

The short guy turned to Xu Yu and said, "Lady Boss, are you still able to move? If you want to move, then hurry downstairs and let the people in this town run as fast as they can. We don't know how far we can go."

The short guy picked up his huge blade and sighed. F * ck, I didn't even get the money. Maybe I'll have to throw my life away today.

Looking at the elder sitting on the chair, the short guy cursed in his heart. He was only looking for money. This old guy was really ruthless, he was only looking for his life!

However, if he was told to kill those unarmed ordinary people to survive, he would agree. The blade in his hand would not agree!

Shixiong Liu was still standing there like a wooden log, but his heart had already been pounded by waves as he struggled to get up. Was it in order to survive that he had killed Shijie Cao of the Riverside Palace? Or was it a fight to the death?

However, so what if he risked his life? Even his own grandmaster was not his opponent, so what? However, if he really killed Junior Sister Cao, would he be able to survive?

Thinking of this, Senior Martial Brother Liu couldn't help but look at the elder sitting in the chair.

Coincidentally, the old man also looked at him, as if to say, do it, what I said was true.

Senior brother Liu let out a miserable laugh, as if he had made up his mind. He turned around to face the girl who was unwilling to abandon his companion, and said bitterly to her while drawing her sword, "Junior sister Cao, I'm sorry!"

In the blink of an eye, Senior Brother Liu's imposing manner caused the young girl who was caught off guard to be blasted flying.

The young girl crashed against the wall and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Just now, when she faced the old man, the aura around her body was already unable to circulate smoothly.

The girl laughed miserably, not saying a single word.

The old man was smiling as he rolled back and forth on his chair. "Good fight, you little fellow from the Purple Cloud Mountain can be at ease. If you kill her, this old man will accept you as his disciple."

Senior Martial Brother Liu cupped his hands towards the old man, then he picked up the cicada wing flexible sword and walked towards the young girl.

"I want to live, I don't want to die!" Senior Martial Brother Liu muttered, holding his sword and thrusting it towards the immobilized girl.

Clang!

A sharp blade shining with white light blocked the flexible sword. The snow-white blade's body was covered in a chilling aura.

The country's number one scholar, the Imperial Advisor Wen Qiu, stood in front of the young woman.

Wen Qiu's right arm trembled a bit. Although his cultivation realm was higher than Senior Martial Brother Liu's, Wen Qiu was a rogue cultivator. He didn't have a proper path, and moreover, the State Scholars who were adept at deducing arrays weren't good at individual combat.

Senior brother Liu sneered, "You want to block me?" "How reckless!"

Wen Qiu sighed inwardly. He was the number one person in the entire country, yet he was only this strong. He had no sect or sect and would usually be cautious and didn't dare to offend large sects, lest he bring disaster upon himself. That wasn't false. He was truly afraid of death, but if the price of living was to kill others, then he, Wen Qiu, would never be able to do it.

"Young Master Liu, today I, Wen, recklessly came to you to teach you a few moves!" Wen Qiu leaned on his saber as he spoke with determination.

Senior brother Liu strode forward and blocked one of his strikes. He still had a hundred moves, a thousand moves. What did you, Wen Qiu, count for? How dare you pretend to be the head of a group!

Taking advantage of the mess on the third floor, Dong Liuyan slipped over to Xu Yu, who had collapsed to the ground, and helped the still dazed Lady Boss up. He was about to head downstairs.

The elder took a sip of his tea and asked with a smile, "Where can you go?"

The lower skeleton's corpse puppet flew over and was about to block the young woman.

The short man cut his palm with a knife and stamped his feet on the ground.

"Come!"

Bang!

The short man's stature grew rapidly, reaching three people in height. With the saber in his hand, all the muscles on his body tensed up, and blue veins popped out. His entire body was as if it had been waxed.

The old man pursed his lips, "Interesting."

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