"Who are you?"

With the long sword plus the neck, the man in white finally changed color, "You are so brave! Do you know where this is?"

Even though he was given a neck with Yang Xian's sword, his tone was still tough: "You are the first one to draw the sword under my Holy Gate Mountain..."

"puff!"

Yang Xian's long sword flashed gently, and had cut off one of the man's ears. He sighed softly: "Brother, you have two choices. One is to be killed by me now, and the other is to go up the mountain to inform me."

He shook the long sword in his hand gently, and with a "pop" sound, "You can choose it yourself!"

"you……"

The man in white covered his ears, his heart was filled with coldness, and he said sternly: "Do you dare to kill me?"

"puff!"

Yang Xian pointed to the sword, and pointed it lightly, and a sword energy was emitted, instantly cutting off his other ear.

Yang Xian was annoyed that he dared to kill him for no reason, and he would never be ungrateful to the attack at this time. If it weren't for the need for a person who passed the message, this person would have been killed by him on the spot.

He looked at the man in white with a look of horror and said lightly: "You say something more, I will cut your head with the next sword!"

The man in white was frightened and swallowed his anger and said, "Who are you?"

Yang Xian said: "Tell the Lord of Lei, just say that Yang Xian of the Confucian Sect came to worship the mountain!"

The man in white shook his body and looked at Yang Xian deeply. He ignored the blood flowing from both ears, and flew up the mountain. He disappeared from the rise and fall.

"Brother Xian, why are the people in the Demon Sect like this?"

Xiao Qingyu was no longer the timid and fragile way he first met Yang Xian. Even when he saw Yang Xian cut off the man in white, he was not too scared. She was just a little angry: "He scolded us first, and we were going to kill us again? How could this be true? My second brother said that although people in the Demon Sect acted freely, they rarely do evil intentions!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "The children of the Southern Sect of the Demon Sect usually have this kind of face, but the children of the Northern Sect have always been heroic and rarely kill innocently. Today, this man in white looks like a child of the Southern Sect."

He stood in front of the Qingyu Archway, looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Whisper, I have a very bad premonition."

Xiao Qingyu asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xian saw a nervous look on Xiao Qingyu's face, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "Forget it, maybe I'm thinking too much!"

He reached out and grabbed Xiao Qingyu's little hand, "We will go up the mountain later. If you don't see your brother, just follow me down the mountain. It's better not to wait for these seven emotions and six desire peaks!"

Xiao Qingyu nodded and said, "Yes!"

After the two stood at the foot of the mountain for a while, they suddenly heard the bells on the mountain ringing loudly, and the "幸湸湸" kept ringing.

After a while, more than a dozen disciples in black and white clothes walked down the mountain and arranged on the left and right sides of the Qingyu Archway. The black clothes were on the right and the white clothes were on the left, holding their breath and standing still.

On the mountain road among these disciples, a middle-aged man surrounded by many disciples slowly walked down.

This man is tall, with five long beards like ink dyed. He is wearing a black robe, a comb on his head, and has no worries at his feet, and a golden silk ribbon on his waist. He walked slowly towards him, looking like an emperor.

"Black Emperor Qin Wujiu?"

Yang Xian frowned when he saw this person, "Why is it him who went down the mountain? Where is Lei Dongtian?"

Xiao Qingyu took Yang Xian's hand and asked softly: "Brother Xian, who is he?"

Yang Xian said: "A man who dreams of becoming an emperor!"

He stood there motionless, looking at the black-clothed emperor walking towards him, his face as heavy as water.

Yang Xian is now the leader of the Confucian sect, the lord of the nine sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects. How great is his status?

When he followed Shi Duxiu to the Medical Family Yaoshan, Li Qingnang, the head of the Medical Family, led his disciples down the mountain to greet him personally to show his grandeur.

Now that he arrived in front of the Demon Sect Mountain, the leader of the Demon Sect, Lei Dongtian, not only did not go down the mountain to greet him, but instead came with such a thing, which really made him feel uncomfortable.

"Boy, you just cut off my guard Jiao Peng's ears?"

The man in black in imperial uniform stood in front of the hillside, pointing at Yang Xian and scolding loudly: "You are so brave. Even my front palace guard dares to take action. Are you not afraid that I will destroy your nine clans?"

He cursed, waved his hand and ordered: "Take it down, don't matter if you don't know how to do it!"

After he finished speaking, a group of people behind him rushed to the bottom of the mountain. In the blink of an eye, he came to Yang Xian, and his weapons were all out, slashing at Yang Xian without mercy.

Just as these people attacked him, Yang Xian had already carried Xiao Qingyu into his arms, his body flashed, and had disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had already reached the middle-aged man in an imperial suit and slapped him with a sudden palm.

"boom!"

Before the palm was slapped, the man in the imperial ward felt breathing poorly, his body was as if he was trapped in mud, and his whole body suddenly tightened.

The man in the imperial ward was shocked and hurriedly retreated, shouting loudly: "Protect the car! Protect the car! Uh..."

Although he retreated quickly, Yang Xian was faster. After slapped out with one palm, he had not used enough force, so he retreated and changed positions. The man suddenly flashed in the air without any support, and he had already arrived behind the man in the imperial squad, and then slapped out with another palm.

His palm was as fast as lightning. The man in the imperial ward had no time to react, so he hit the shoulder with a palm. With a "crack", his left shoulder was broken.

The man in the imperial ward suddenly shook his body, and his eyes were filled with incredible horror. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but then he sprayed blood and his body fell softly to the ground.

After Yang Xian slapped it, he stood there and stopped moving. He gently put Xiao Qingyu down, then pulled up one of the legs of the man in imperial garment who had fallen softly in front of him, and ordered Xiao Qingyu: "Let's go up the mountain!"

Xiao Qingyu looked at the group of demon disciples who were yelling under the stone stairs, "Brother Xian, what should they do?"

Yang Xian said: "Don't worry about them!"

He pulled one of the legs of the man in the imperial wardrobe and dragged him to the mountain like a dog.

"Bongbong"

As Yang Xian dragged upwards, the man in the imperial ward had no brains to collide with the stone steps on the mountain road. After walking a few steps, the person's appearance had become bloody and unnatural.

The disciple of the Demon Sect who rushed down the mountain was shocked and rushed towards Yang Xian quickly, trying to save the man from Yang Xian.

Sensing the attack of these disciples, Yang Xian didn't look back. He swung his five fingers with his empty hand, and "swish" a series of energy came out from his fingertips and shot towards the people who were rushing towards him.

"Oh!"

"Bang!"

All the disciples of the Demon Sect who rushed towards Yang Xian were injured by Qi. They fell from the air on the spot and fell on the stone steps, then rolled down the mountain.

For a moment, there were screams, screams, rattles, and moans.

Yang Xian turned a deaf ear to these things, but just ordered Xiao Qingyu, "I have a reason to go up the mountain!"

The two of them went up the way, and many disciples of the Demon Sect came to stop him when they heard the movement, but they were all knocked to the ground by Yang Xian.

After turning a few long stairs, a huge palace appeared in front of the two of them.

Yang Xian dragged the man in the imperial ward to the palace gate a few steps, bounced his fingers a few times, and then clicked the guard disciples in front of the gate.

He looked at the man in imperial uniform who was dragged all the way, sneered a few times, stretched out his hand to untie the man's belt, tied his legs, and hung it upside down in front of the palace gate.

"Qingyu, go and fold a few thorns for me!"

Yang Xian ordered Xiao Qingyu beside him, "It's better to be a thorny one!"

Xiao Qingyu folded several thorns from the side of the road as he spoke and handed them to Yang Xian, and asked softly: "Brother Xian, what are you doing?"

Yang Xian took the jingtie, suddenly pulled the man in the imperial uniform hanging upside down, and said lightly: "Slap in the face!"

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