Demon Sword Pavilion.

"Cry, scorching..."

The roar of an eagle suddenly rang out.

The demonic energy spreads.

In the evening, the afterglow of the sun was still there, a huge eagle demon carrying a young girl, swooping down from the clouds at a very fast speed. Only a black shadow flashed by, it had already fallen into the city, looking alertly

Looking around.

This is the Sword Demon City.

Majestic and magnificent.

Surrounded by sword energy.

The Demon Sword Pavilion, which made countless people feel scared to talk about, is not like other sects who choose some beautiful mountains and rivers, but a city that has been captured.

City Lord’s Mansion!

Several elders from the Nascent Soul Realm gathered here to talk about trivial matters in cultivation. They are already at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm and are only one step away from the God of Transformation. They did not get involved, but just took them.

An ancient sword book, flipping it casually, and hearing a 'cry' eagle roar, a smile appeared on the shriveled old face, and said: "This call seems to be the eagle raised by Shang'er.

Demon."

"Shang'er's Eagle Demon? It's impossible..." The elder shook his head, laughed a little, and said, "You are thinking about it every day and dreaming about it at night. In our Demon Sword Pavilion, who doesn't know, you all

I will treat that little girl as my biological daughter. She will go out with Bingyun to experience it. It’s less than a day and I won’t be back so soon.”

"Such a good opportunity, she probably won't be happy with Bingyun, and she may not be willing to come back." The second elder laughed, looked at Dugu Qiu and joked, "It's better for the Pavilion Master to decide. Raise a daughter first and then marry.

The eldest disciples I have worked hard to train are all family members."

"Hahaha……"

Others laughed.

Resounds throughout the city lord's mansion.

However, the laughter didn't last long, and Yan Yunshang, whose eyes were swollen, stumbled in. After seeing Dugu Qiu, he threw himself into his arms with a "wow" sound, and cried bitterly.

He shouted, "Master..."

All laughter came to an abrupt end!

Several elders looked at her suspiciously. Who dared to provoke the little princess of the Demon Sword Pavilion and made her cry so sadly? Yan Bingyun? There was no one else except him.

"I cried so sadly. When that boy Yan Bingyun came back, I'm afraid this beating would not be lighter." The elder shook his head, and his face showed a look of laughter and crying. He was not angry and said, "You said that boy,

He is so old, why are you messing with this little girl? I wonder if she is the master of the Pavilion Master?”

"Why do I feel like I'm not provoked by Bingyun..." The third elder frowned.

"Who else dares to provoke this little princess except him?" the second elder said.

"Okay, I'll say less." Hearing these elders, he used Yan Bingyun's incident to make fun of Yan Yunshang, Dugu Qiu glared at them, then patted Yan Yunshang's shoulder and comforted her with a smile.

, said: "Is that boy Bingyun bullying you? Tell your master that I will punish him severely."

"Wuwuwu, it's not the eldest brother." Yan Yunshang was still swallowing even more, and his voice sounded intermittently.

Hearing that it was not Yan Bingyun that bullying her, Dugu Qiu frowned slightly, and a snorted in his nose, a faint murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said, "It's not Bingyun? Who is that? Tell the master.

, I'll catch the person and let you deal with it."

Master…respecting him.

Go and arrest someone in person?

This is the real thing, and it is full of love. Who else can be treated as apart from the junior sister of the Demon Sword Pavilion? Even the senior brother Yan Bingyun doesn’t have it!

Not far away, the second-generation disciples looked over with sourness.

Even if they dared not get close to the past, although they were all given the surname of the Yan clan of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, they were nominally second-generation disciples, but compared with Yan Bingyun, Yan Yunshang and Yan Chongwu.

When you get up, the gap is not a little bit.

"Wuwuwu...Master, Big...Senior Brother is dead." Yan Yunshang cried, calmed down, raised his head and looked at Dugu Qiu even more, and said, "There is also the younger brother Chongwu, they are all dead,

All of them were killed and killed. If Shang'er hadn't brought the Eagle Demon, I wouldn't have seen you, Master."

"What...what, Bingyun and the others are all dead?"

Boom!

The city lord's mansion was in an uproar!

All the elders were stunned, with a dull look on their faces, and they looked at Yan Yunshang in a daze.

It feels like a bolt from the blue.

Can't believe it.

Their Demon Sword Pavilion is not those small sects. It has Dugu Qiu, a powerful man at the peak of the Yuanying, and the purpose of the Demon Sword Pavilion is to take killing as the most respected. Who dares to provoke their disciples? If they are ordinary disciples from the third generation, they will be those three generations of ordinary disciples.

That's fine.

Who doesn’t know that Yan Bingyun is the eldest disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion and the first disciple of Dugu Qiu?

Don't want to live anymore?

"Who... did..." Dugu Qiu's face was gloomy, his eyes twitched a few times, and his murderous intent instantly covered the entire city lord's mansion. Some sword cultivators with a shallow cultivation level, with a 'pitch' sound

He knelt on the ground and couldn't stop trembling.

"The people from Zhou Wu Dynasty." Yan Yunshang wiped away the tears on his face, with a resentful look on his eyes, and said, "It's that bitch, Luo Yuheng, the people she brought to kill the eldest brother and the others, and the stones of Xiliang Kingdom.

Battle is also her accomplice.”

When he heard the words "Zhou Wuchao", not only Dugu Qiu was stunned, but even the elders who were still in grief looked up at Yan Yunshang with a confused look on their faces.

Unbelievable.

It seems unbelievable.

When can a small secular dynasty kill their great disciples in the Demon Sword Pavilion?

"Yun Shang, the Luo Yuheng you are talking about is the national master of Zhou Wu Dynasty. If I remember correctly, her strength should be much worse than Bing Yun." The elder frowned and said.

"That bitch, I can't even beat me, how could I kill my senior brother..." Yan Yunshang snorted, and said with red eyes: "It was the person she brought to kill my senior brother and Chong.

Junior Brother Wu.”

Bingyun is dead.

Yan Chongwu, the most talented disciple, was also dead.

There are also a lot of second-generation and third-generation disciples. This is the first time this pair of Demon Sword Pavilion has been invincible.

So many disciples died.

At this moment, Dugu Qiu's face was extremely gloomy. As the head of the sect, he naturally would not be the kind of person who would ignore him when he was impulsive.

The most important point.

What is Yan Bingyun's strength? If you want to kill him, you must at least have the Nascent Soul Realm.

He is just the Nascent Soul Realm...

How dare you be entrusted?

"Shang'er, what's going on? You say from beginning to end, don't hide a word." Dugu Qiu took a deep breath, even though his fists were clenched tightly, 'kill', 'kill', 'kill', 'kill'

It was still not a urgency on the surface.
Chapter completed!