"Do it."
Gu Changqing's eyes fell on the building complex, and he was silent for a few breaths before slowly speaking.
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
The next moment, hundreds of figures rushed out at the same time.
Gu Changqing was walking at the front, his pace seemed slow and slow, but with every step he took, his figure floated several feet away.
Lei Lie and Silence followed him, one on the left and one on the right. The three of them formed horns, like an invisible sharp blade, piercing the core of Iron River Gang's headquarters.
Behind them, Seven Sects hundreds of masters followed.
The master of Vajra Temple has a faint golden light all over his body. He holds Demon-Subduing Pestle, a sword, and a Zen staff, and his steps are as steady as a mountain.
Tyrant Blade Sect's master drew his sword out of its sheath. The broad-bladed giant sword glowed with a dazzling cold light in the sun, and the sword's intention soared into the sky.
Lingyun Sword Sect's master's long sword was unsheathed, and the sword's light was like a sword. Sword Qi cut the surrounding air into pieces.
Rain Listening Tower's expert figure was erratic, like a ghost, moving silently between buildings. Wherever he passed, Iron River Gang's secret whistles fell down one after another, making no sound.
The master of Hundred Flower Valley raised his hands lightly, and petals flew out from his sleeves. Those petals seemed weak, but they were as sharp as knives. They whirled and sank into the body of Iron River Gang disciple, bringing up a puff of blood mist.
Nether Pavilion's master is dressed in black like ink, and the short blade in his hand is glowing with a blue luster. His strikes are ruthless and deadly.
Azure Profound Sect's masters used various methods, knives, swords, palms, and fists, and the roar of bursting energy came one after another.
Iron River Gang headquarters' defense line was torn apart like paper in the face of this terrifying force.
As soon as a Iron River Gang Deacon rushed out of the house, he was attacked by two Vajra Temple masters from the left and right. Demon-Subduing Pestle was hit in the chest, his ribs were broken, and he was vomited blood and flew out.
Three Iron River Gang disciples stood back to back and tried to form a defensive formation, but a Tyrant Blade Sect master cut the three of them into six pieces with just one blow of his sword.
A Iron River Gang Elder swept out from the depths of the building, and the pressure of Upper Third Grade's cultivation suddenly exploded. Both palms came out, and the dark palm prints were carried by the cold wind, and they rushed towards a Vajra Temple master.
But a Azure Profound Sect master is faster than his palm.
The long sword was unsheathed and the sword flashed.
This Iron River Gang Elder didn't even see clearly how the knife was slashed. He felt a chill in his waist and abdomen. He looked down and saw that his body had been cut into two parts from the waist.
Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the floor. His upper body hit the ground heavily, and his hands were still crawling forward in vain. After a few breaths, he completely lost his voice.
In just a moment, the outer defense line of Iron River Gang headquarters was completely destroyed.
Seven Sects masters poured in like a tide, surrounding the Iron River Gang headquarters layer by layer.
However, when they rushed into the deepest part of Iron River Gang headquarters, what greeted them were only empty palaces and secret rooms.
No one.
Grandmaster Yan Wuji is not here, and most of Iron River Gang's First Grade Elder and Second Grade Elder are not here either.
In the entire headquarters, there are only some Deacon and disciples from the middle and lower levels, as well as a few Elder who are not high in cultivation.
"It came up empty."
Lei Lie's rough face had a slight muscle twitch.
He turned around and scanned the messy buildings with a low voice.
"Yan Wuji That old guy should have received the news in advance and ran away."
Silence didn't speak, he just stood in the center of the hall with his hands behind his hands, his eyes scanning the empty seats.
There was an almost imperceptible frown in those pair of ancient and calm eyes.
Gu Changqing frowned, feeling faintly worried in his heart.
The night was as dark as ink, the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, and the sky and earth were dark.
Azure Profound Mountain's majestic silhouette loomed in the night, and the lights of the mountain palaces were dotted like fireflies scattered in the darkness.
At the mountain gate, the disciples on duty leaned against the doorpost and chatted in low voices.
"Have you heard? Iron River Gang is actually a deeply hidden sect that practices magic arts."
"Of course I heard about it. I really didn't expect that Iron River Gang was hidden so deeply."
"When Iron River Gang gave birth to a grandmaster, I felt very strange. There was a force other than Seven Sects that could give birth to a grandmaster. I didn't expect that it relied on magic power..."
"It's so abominable that you actually practice such evil techniques!"
"Seven Sects join forces, Iron River Gang will definitely be wiped out this time."
While they were talking, they did not notice a figure of Dark Gold passing by silently in the night.
The speed was astonishingly fast, leaving only a twisted afterimage in the air.
They didn't even have time to react before they felt a chill in their throats and their consciousness fell into eternal darkness.
Five figures fell down silently.
Dark Gold The figure stood still in front of the steps, with his hands behind his hands. The moonlight leaked through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating an ancient face.
It is Yan Wuji.
Behind him, dozens of black shadows walked out of the night and silently gathered behind him.
They are all Iron River Gang elite helpers.
There were dozens of people, but no one spoke. There was only the slight sound of the night wind blowing through the clothes.
Yan Wuji raised his head and looked beyond the mountain gate to the brightly lit palace on the top of the mountain.
There was a cold glint in those turbid but deep eyes.
"Azure Profound Sect..."
He spoke in a low voice, his voice old and flat, but filled with an irrepressible hatred.
"If you Azure Profound Sect hadn't been so nosy, how could I, Iron River Gang, end up like this?"
He paused and his voice became deeper and deeper.
"Today, I will ask you Azure Profound Sect to be removed from Qingyang Prefecture."
He has received information and knows that Azure Profound Sect Grandmaster Gu Changqing is not in the door.
"Let's go."
When he spoke, his voice was old and flat.
After the words fell, he took the lead and walked along the bluestone steps to the top of the mountain.
The steps were neither fast nor slow, and with each step, his figure floated several feet away.
Behind him, dozens of black shadows followed each other.
The subtle sound of clothes Break the Wind and the dull sound of boot soles on the bluestone steps echoed in the silent mountain forest.
The ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road rustled in the night wind, and the shadows of the branches and leaves were cast by the moonlight on the bluestone steps, staggered and staggered, like countless ghosts with teeth and claws.
The group of people moved very fast, and in just a moment, they had passed through the mountain gate and walked along the bluestone path towards the mountainside.
"Gu Changqing, if you destroy me Iron River Gang, I will destroy you Azure Profound Sect."
Yan Wuji glanced at the palaces and pavilions standing silently in the night on both sides, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a cold arc.
Although there are only a few dozen people on this trip, with him as the master, it is more than enough to destroy Azure Profound Sect.
However, when he reached a relatively open square halfway up the mountain, his steps suddenly stopped.
Ahead, the lights suddenly turned on.
Hundreds of figures appeared under the light.
The monk Vajra Temple is holding a sword and Demon-Subduing Pestle. His gray monk's robe is fluttering slightly in the night wind, and there is a faint golden light flowing around his body.
Tyrant Blade Sect's warrior's broad-bladed giant sword pointed obliquely at the ground, the blade glowing with a dazzling cold light under the light.
Lingyun Sword Sect's warrior sword was unsheathed, Sword Qi soared into the sky, cutting the surrounding air into pieces.
Rain Listening Tower's warrior figure is hidden in the shadows, the short blade at his waist glows with a blue luster, and his killing intent is restrained.
Hundred Flower Valley's warrior raised his hands lightly, and petals flew out from his sleeves, spinning and dancing under the light. They looked weak, but were as sharp as a knife.
Nether Pavilion The short blade in the warrior's hand glowed with a cold luster, and he was filled with killing intent.
Azure Profound Sect's warriors each hold weapons and their eyes are calm.
In the center of the square, two figures stood with their hands behind their backs.
The person on the left, wearing a golden cassock, has a kind face, his eyebrows are drooped, his eyes are half-open and half-closed, and the beads in his hand are slowly moving.
It is none other than Master Vajra Temple, Huiming.
There is a woman on the right, who looks to be no more than thirty years old. She is wearing a pale pink dress, with a gorgeous face and picturesque eyebrows. She is holding a small flower condensed with Gang Qi in her hand and is playing with it with her head down.
It is none other than Master Hundred Flower Valley, Liu Meiniang.
Two grandmasters and hundreds of Seven Sects masters.
The lights in the square illuminated the area as bright as day, and also illuminated Yan Wuji's suddenly frozen face.
His footsteps stopped at the edge of the square.
Behind him, the footsteps of Han Kui and others also stopped at the same time.
Dozens of eyes fell on the hundreds of figures in the square, and Iron River Gang everyone's expressions became extremely ugly at this moment.
"Trap."
Han Kui whispered these two words in a hoarse voice with uncontrollable fear.
Yan Wuji said nothing.
His gaze crossed the hundreds of figures in the square and landed on Huiming and Liu Meiniang. In those turbid eyes, a cold light flashed away.
"Huiming, Liu Meiniang."
When he spoke, his voice was still old and flat, but it carried an irrepressible chill.
"How did you know I would come?"
Huiming paused slightly with the rosary beads in his hand, and his half-opened eyes opened slightly, revealing the clear and deep light in them.
"Donor Yan, if you get the news, evacuate in advance."
His voice was calm, with a calmness unique to monks.
"The most likely thing is to take revenge on the Azure Profound Sect who discovered that Iron River Gang practices magic skills."
Liu Meiniang flicked the small flower condensed with Gang Qi in his hand, and the petals spread out, turning into little streams of light and dissipating into the night.
She raised her eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in her watery eyes.
"So, Seven Sects made the second preparation, setting an ambush at the Azure Profound Sect, waiting for you to fall into the trap."
Yan Wuji was silent.
He stood on the edge of the square with his hands folded, his gray cloth robe motionless in the night wind. There was no expression on his ancient face, but the coldness in his turbid eyes was getting stronger and stronger.
"Good plan."
He spoke slowly, his voice calm, but with a kind of irrepressible anger.
Huiming put his hands together and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.
"Donor Yan, you have harmed countless people with your demonic powers, which is unacceptable to the laws of heaven. Today is the day for your execution."
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
The golden cassock rustled in the night wind, and his figure was like a golden stream of light, instantly spanning a distance of tens of feet and appearing in front of Yan Wuji.
Raise your right hand and slap it with one palm.
This palm does not have any fancy changes, it is just a simple palm.
But the moment this palm was struck, the world seemed to freeze for a moment.
In the palm of the hand, golden light flourished, and a solid golden palm print shot out of the air, with the power of destroying mountains and shaking mountains, and went straight to Yan Wuji's chest.
Almost at the same time, Liu Meiniang also moved.
Her figure was like a pink stream of light, sweeping out from the other side.
The long sword in his hand was unsheathed silently, and its blade was pale pink in color, glowing with a warm brilliance under the light.
A sword thrust out, the sword's light was like silk, and it stabbed Yan Wuji's waist silently.
The two masters, one on the left and one on the right, took action at the same time.