The night is as dark as ink, and the outline of Qingyang Prefecture City looks particularly solid under the sparse starlight.
The eaves of the pavilion at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters in the east of the city cast uneven shadows under the moonlight. The five-story wooden building with carved beams and painted beams was one of the most prosperous places of Prefecture City during the day, but at this moment it was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.
"Boom--!"
A dull explosion suddenly exploded, breaking the silence of the night.
The door of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters exploded under the huge force, sawdust flying, and debris shooting out.
Countless black shadows poured in from outside the door, like a black torrent bursting from a dam.
The leader was a tall man with a sturdy back and a sturdy waist. He was wearing Dark Gold and Brocade Robe, with a wide belt tied around his waist and a long knife hanging on the belt.
On that dark face, a pair of eyes were as sharp as an eagle, shining brightly when they opened and closed.
It is Qi Zhen, the leader of Iron River Gang.
Behind him, hundreds of figures filed in, all of them were Iron River Gang elites dressed in black outfits. The weakest one was also the best among Middle Third Grade.
The weapons in their hands shone with a cold light under the moonlight, their steps were steady, and their killing intent was awe-inspiring.
"Hundred Treasures Pavilion intends to do harm to Iron River Gang, and on the order of Supreme Elder, come to clear it out!"
Qi Zhen's voice was like muffled thunder, exploding in the night sky.
"Leave no one behind!"
After the words fell, he swayed and took the lead to dive into the depths of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion.
The black figures behind him surged out like a tide, the swords and swords flickered, and the roars of powerful energy exploded one after another.
The Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters has Upper Third Grade warriors stationed there all year round, and there is even a First Grade enshrinement resident.
But at this moment, in the face of Iron River Gang's sudden attack, Hundred Treasures Pavilion's defense line was torn apart like paper.
A sixth-grade guard from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion just rushed out from the side door and bumped into two fifth-grade disciples from Iron River Gang.
The sword flashed past, and the protecting head flew high into the air. The headless corpse rushed forward two more steps according to the inertia, and then collapsed to the ground.
Three Hundred Treasures Pavilion Guard dressed in fancy clothes stood back to back, trying to form a defensive formation.
But there are too many people from Iron River Gang, and the offensive is too fierce.
Within a few breaths, the three people's defenses were torn open, and the screams echoed in the night, and soon stopped abruptly.
Screams, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of violent explosions intertwined into a symphony of death at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters.
Blood spread on the bluestone floor, dyeing the shadows illuminated by the moonlight into deep black.
Hundred Treasures Pavilion Master Lan Daoxing stood on the third floor of the pavilion, looking at the Shura slaughterhouse below, his face ashen.
He is about fifty years old, with an elegant face. He is wearing a dark blue Brocade Robe with a silk ribbon of the same color tied around his waist.
Although he is over fifty years old, he has taken good care of himself and has a rosy face. However, at this moment, the blood on his face has completely faded.
"Pavilion Master."
A figure swept in from outside the door and landed beside him. His voice was hoarse and filled with irrepressible eagerness.
He was an old man in his sixties, with a thin body, a pale face, slightly protruding cheekbones, and a pair of surprisingly bright eyes.
He was wearing a gray suit, with a long sword hanging from his waist. The scabbard was gorgeous, and it looked extremely expensive at first glance.
This person is Hundred Treasures Pavilion First Grade, Shen Cangsong.
"Iron River Gang is coming fiercely and there are so many people. Our people cannot hold out for long. Pavilion Master, you must evacuate from the secret passage immediately!"
Shen Cangsong's voice is urgent.
Lan Daoxing turned around, his eyes fell on Shen Cangsong's face, he was silent for a moment, and then shook his head.
"Can't leave."
His voice was hoarse, with a kind of weakness that even he didn't want to admit.
"Qi Zhen Since he dared to come, he must have found out the secret passage clearly. I'm afraid that road has been blocked long ago."
Shen Cangsong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
He knew that Lan Daoxing was telling the truth.
Iron River Gang's move has obviously been planned for a long time. Every tree and plant in the Hundred Treasures Pavilion's headquarters may have been discovered by the other party.
How can the secret passage be an exception?
"Boom--!"
At this moment, a loud noise came from downstairs.
A figure stepped in from the broken door, Dark Gold and Brocade Robe glowed with a cold luster in the moonlight.
Qi Zhen stood in front of the steps with his hands behind his hands, his eyes swept across the messy lobby, and finally landed on the blue figure on the third floor.
"Lan Daoxing."
When he spoke, his voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Hand over all Hundred Treasures Pavilion's property, Iron River Gang can give you a way out."
Lan Daoxing didn't speak, but slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.
The sword body is light blue in color, flowing with a warm brilliance under the moonlight.
He is First Grade warrior.
Although he has been pampered for many years, and his cultivation is based on the accumulation of natural resources and treasures, his actual combat experience is far less than those First Grade warriors who have grown up from fighting.
But after all, he is Lan Daoxing and the master of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion.
He was asked to kneel down and beg for mercy, handing over his ancestral inheritance to others, but he couldn't do it.
"Stubborn."
Qi Zhen The corner of Qi Zhen's mouth slightly raised a cold arc, and his body swayed, turning into a streak of Dark Gold's stream of light.
Climb to the third floor and head straight for Lan Daoxing on the third floor.
Lan Daoxing lowered his waist to gather strength, and the clothes and robes around him were swaying without the wind. First Grade The warrior's Internal Qi was poured into the sword like a rushing river.
He shouted lowly and slashed through the air with his long sword -
A light blue Sword Qi that was as condensed as a bolt tore through Void Sundering's energy, emitted a piercing scream, and struck straight at Qi Zhen.
Qi Zhen didn't even take a step back and drew the sword with his backhand.
The moment the blade was unsheathed, Dark Golden Blade Qi emerged from the blade like an explosion. It was not a scattered energy, but thick and bright, like a molten entity.
He swung his arm and slashed horizontally, Saber Aura passed by, and the air seemed to be compressed and burned.
"Boom--"
Sword Qi and Saber Aura collided in the air.
There was no stalemate, just a deafening blast!
The blue Sword Qi exploded in response, turning into countless streams of light and sputtering in all directions. Each stream of light scraped deep marks on the ground and walls.
But the dark gold Saber Aura only dimmed slightly and continued to move forward with overwhelming force.
The aftermath of Blade Intent first touched the ground. The solid stone slabs did not shatter, but instantly turned into powder. A deep trench spread crazily as Saber Aura advanced.
The walls of the houses on both sides seemed to have been hit by an invisible giant blade. In the heart-breaking cracking sound, the doors, windows, beams, columns, masonry...
Everything disintegrated, collapsed, and turned into dust at the moment of contact with the sharp edge of Saber Aura.
The rubble fell like rain, and was rolled into finer pieces by the air waves that followed.
Before Saber Aura arrived, the fierce and sharp wind had already made Lan Daoxing's breath suffocate, and a long gash was silently ripped open in the front of his chest.
Lan Daoxing's complexion changed dramatically, Internal Qi poured into the sword body without any reservation, and the sword was raised horizontally.
"Dang--!!!"
There was a deafening explosion, and sparks flew out like rain.
A huge force like a mountain torrent came from the sword blade, Lan Daoxing the tiger's mouth instantly shattered, the entire right arm bones groaned under the load, and the sword almost wanted to be let go.
His whole body felt as if he had been hit by a siege hammer, his feet lifted off the ground and he flew backwards.
The soles of the shoes rubbed violently against the ground, plowing out two charred black ravines nearly a foot deep, and the gravel and dust rolled up to both sides like waves.
The castration continued, and his back hit the wooden wall three feet away--
Boom!
The thick wooden walls exploded inward like paper, splinters of wood were shot out randomly, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.
Lan Daoxing groaned, his whole body was buried half in the rubble, and he barely stopped his retreat. A sweet smell filled his throat.
Before he could take a breath, the cold murderous intent had already penetrated the smoke and dust.
Qi Zhen's second knife has arrived.
There is nothing clever about this knife, it is just faster, heavier, and more brutal!
Before the blade even reached, the solid pressure had already stopped Lan Daoxing's breathing, and his whole body's energy seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, with no way to escape.
His eyes were red, and he roared, pouring all the Internal Qi into his arms, and raised his sword again, trying to intercept.
"Bang--!!!"
The long sword that was hastily resisted was swung away, and the blade continued to move forward, hitting Lan Daoxing's chest in a hurry!
The well-made dark blue Brocade Robe on Lan Daoxing exploded into countless pieces, flying like butterflies.
Revealing the next piece of soft armor flowing with faint blue light.
The surface of the soft armor suddenly brightened, and countless fine runes circulated rapidly, as if trying to channel and disperse the destructive power.
As the light flickered on and off, the armor made a heart-wrenching "squeaking" sound, and actually dented visibly to the naked eye, with a few tiny cracks even appearing in the center.
"Poof!"
Lan Daoxing As if struck by lightning, his body was thrown away again. The blood in his mouth finally couldn't be restrained and sprayed in the air.
After crashing through several wooden walls one after another, he fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times before finally leaning on the ground with his sword and kneeling down on one knee.
The severe pain in the chest was like burning fire. It was obvious that the overbearing Hidden Force had penetrated the soft armor protection and injured the lungs.
He was coughing violently, and every time he wheezed he would drop blood.
If this precious Superior Dharma Weapon soft armor hadn't withstood most of the impact, the blow just now would have been enough to shatter his chest and kill him on the spot.
"The situation is not good, even Shen Gongfeng is in a hard fight!"
Stabilizing his body, Lan Daoxing quickly scanned the entire battlefield to check the situation, and his heart suddenly became cold.
Hundred Treasures Pavilion's Guard and Deacon fell one after another under the siege of Iron River Gang.
Even Shen Cangsong, the First Grade warrior, was caught in a hard fight, fighting with Iron River Gang First Grade Elder Han Kui brought by Qi Zhen.
That Iron River Gang First Grade Elder Han Kui is about fifty years old, with a tall body and a sturdy back and waist.
Wearing a black outfit, he held a thick-backed machete in his hand. His sword skills were fierce and domineering, and every slash he made carried the power of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking.
The most important thing is that the cultivation level shown has reached Mid First Grade and is close to First Grade Late Stage.
Although Sword Technique of Shen Cangsong is exquisite, it is only Early First Grade after all. In front of the stormy Blade Intent, I can only hold on to the left and the right, struggling to hold on.
After only a moment of fighting, his left shoulder had been scratched by a blade, leaving a wound with blood seeping out.
"I'm afraid today will be unlucky, but fortunately..."
Lan Daoxing felt despair in his heart, and then a trace of happiness flashed in his eyes.
Fortunately, the three sons and one daughter are not at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters, but are in charge of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion branch.
If they were smart enough and hid, they should be able to escape.
"Lan Daoxing, at this time, do you still have the mind to wander?"
Qi Zhen's sneer sounded in front of him.
Lan Daoxing suddenly came back to his senses and saw a Dark Gold sword light approaching in front of him.
He tried his best to dodge, but was still hit in the left shoulder by Blade Qi. He staggered back and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth.