There are dozens of steps in a radius and it is all in a mess.

The strong wind carried some light and swept across.

The leaves were flying in the forest, and countless broken branches were broken, and even the masters of internal strength were overturned.

Qin Xianyu beat Yang Xianshu to the ground with a touching seal, then drew out his sword and stepped on the cicada wings, like smoke and wind, and came to the young master Shang.

Without saying a word, the Taoist priest fell down with a sword.

The Young Master Shang got up and was about to say something when he saw an extra figure in front of him. The sword light fell, and there was no chance to speak.

The whereabouts of the sword, however, suddenly a palm was poked out next to the Young Master Shang.

This palm is purple-red, and the blood and energy are condensed, like the essence and iron.

I saw this scene, and it was obvious that I had mastered some extraordinary martial arts skills, which was enough to hold a knife and a sword in my bare hands.

Perhaps this person had resisted the sword with bare hands, but why was Qin Xianyu's secret sword so easy to take?

The sword fell into the opponent's palm.

A click.

Half a purple-red palm fell to the ground.

The sword kept falling, and it was cut at the chest of Young Master Shang, and cut into the sternum, and the tip of the sword penetrated more than six or seven inches deep.

Young Master Shang squirted out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and retreated, his eyes full of horror.

The old man with purple and red palms covered his broken palm, his face was bloodless, his body trembled, and he was unable to move.

Qin Xianyu looked at the other internal guards and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to leave on your own or be buried with Young Master Shang?"

Several masters of internal strength looked at each other and looked at each other.

At that moment, two people were determined to retreat and retreated.

Suddenly, two bangs were heard again, and the two internal guards fell to the ground and were all killed, while the remaining five guards were attacking.

"These two are martial arts people who brought their skills to the martial arts world. If they had known they would not believe them all." An old man with seven inches of internal strength snorted coldly: "We all grew up in Shangyang Valley since childhood. Although we lack qualifications and are difficult to practice Taoism. We turned to practice martial arts, but we only blame ourselves. We have never complained about our masters. It is also a great honor to die for Shangyang Valley today."

The five people looked at each other, stepped forward together, swords and swords, and internal strength burst out.

Qin Xianyu took a deep breath, pinched the seal on his hand, and pressed it on the ground.

The touchdown mark was used with all its strength, without any reservation.

There was a loud bang.

All the dozens of steps in the radius were shocked, and the land and rocks were all shaken loose, flying three or four feet high, carrying green grass and green trees, and the leaves were flying.

The soil, rocks, grass, green leaves, and broken branches and trees all trembled in the air.

Blood is sprayed in between, mixing with the remaining leaves of the soil.

Whether it was the Young Master Shang or several internal guards, they were all under the touching seal of Yuhua Daojun's full strength. They were all shocked to death, and the internal organs and flesh turned into blood mud.

Qin Xianyu looked at Yang Xianshu and sighed.

...

Imperial Heaven Supervision.

The chief clerk Zhou hurried to Mr. Sikong's room and bowed and said, "In Shangyang Valley, the lamp of the young master Shang's life was broken, and the valley was furious. The master of Shang Valley had come out of his retreat."

Mr. Sikong said and came in.

Zhuan Zhou pushed open the door and walked into the room. He saw Mr. Sikong frowning, as if he was thinking.

"This Young Master Shang is his only son. It is understandable that he wants to take revenge." Mr. Sikong pondered for a moment, shook his head, and sighed, "Why did you let him leave Beijing?"

"This is life and death. I, the Imperial Heavenly Prison, controls the order of the world, regardless of the struggle between the Taoists. There is no reason to stop him." Zhou Zhuan Chuan laughed in a low voice and said, "It's not good for Young Master Shang to kill him, but he won't let the little Taoist priest find the place? However, even I didn't expect that this little Taoist priest seemed plain and weak, but in fact he had a great courage, and actually killed the person directly."

He shook his head and smiled, "I thought at most I would just give me a lesson and get some benefits."

"You..." Mr. Sikong shook his head slightly, feeling helpless, and said: "Now that the young master of Shangyang Valley has died, the big sect in Shangyang Valley can be said to have lost all his face. The master of Shangxia will be furious. Could it be that he will let him take action personally and bully the young and take down this little Taoist priest?"

Zhuan Zhou said: "You all value this little Taoist priest very much. Why not protect him?"

"You're thinking too simple." Mr. Sikong shook his head and said, "For this matter, the Imperial Heavenly Prison now has to remain silent and stay out of it, so that it is fair. Otherwise, what is the reason to stop Shangyanggu from taking revenge? What's more, offending a real person in Longhu and blocking a large sect from taking revenge is quite a matter of faction. If it is used by people with ulterior motives, it will easily cause chaos, and may even trigger other real people in Longhu and even many cultivators from the Holy Dynasties of Great Deity."

The chief clerk Zhou never expected such a situation and frowned and said, "A little Taoist Yuhua is considered a disciple of Qingchengshan, so why would you let the head of Qingchengshan save him?"

Mr. Sikong also shook his head and said, "The identity of a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain is just an identity. He is not a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain. It is not easy to make the leader of Qingcheng and the real person Longhu break up."

“What’s not easy?”

A faint sound came from outside the window, like a clear stream.

Sword Immortal Lin Jingtang.

Mr. Sikong looked out the door and said, "Brother Dao, what advice do you have?"

The door opened silently.

Lin Jingtang entered the room and said lightly: "A young master who was incompetent and a true disciple who was ranked sixth in the list of outstanding people."

Zhubu Zhou and Mr. Sikong both understood what he meant and were silent immediately.

In the future, if the Shang Valley master abdicates, the hundreds of years of foundation of Shangyang Valley falls into the hands of the Young Master Shang, the future prospects will be difficult to understand. If it falls into the hands of Yang Xianshu, even if it cannot be carried forward, it is better than the prestige of the past, at least it can maintain its current foundation and not be damaged.

The sword immortal stopped at the wooden table, looked at Zhou Zhubu, and said, "You go and tell Shangyang Valley that if you calm down, you can leave a descendant with good qualifications to inherit Shangyang Valley. If you are obsessed with it, let him be destroyed along with the hundreds of years of foundation of Shangyang Valley."

Lin Jingtang's tone was indifferent and his voice was calm.

But the room was very quiet.

Zhou Zhubu finally took a breath and his back became cold.

Mr. Sikong shook his head slightly and said, "The Imperial Heaven Supervision has always been fair, how can he act like this?"

Lin Jingtang said lightly: "I am not from your Imperial Heavenly Prison."

Mr. Sikong was stunned and speechless.

At this time, another person was added in the room.

This man was an old man in blue and gray clothes, with a little smile.

He only stood there, but if he closed his eyes to sense it, he found that the old man in blue and gray clothes seemed to be shrouded in fog, and he couldn't see it clearly.

"Zhou Zhuan, tell Lin Jingtang's words to Shangyanggu."

Yuan Shoufeng smiled and said, "Tell the Master of Shang Valley that if he waited for another half a year, Lin Jingtang would not stop this matter. If he dared to take action at that time, he would let him do it."

Lin Jingtang raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you measure the matter of this little Taoist priest?"
Chapter completed!