The night is quiet and the wind is cold.

The Pavilion Master felt chill all over. Facing King Jin, it seemed like he had returned to the endless past, as if he was facing the moment when the Evil Emperor looked towards Yutian.

The Eight Demonic Tracts, who is stronger and who is weak, it’s hard to say

But throughout the ages, the Evil Emperor has been recognized as the most powerful person in the Demon Sect, and there is no suspense.

I felt a huge pressure on the King of Jin.

"King of Jin, you are very strong!"

The Pavilion Master spoke.

"The Pavilion Master is a little weak. The Pavilion Master is an assassin. Assassination is OK, but it is not enough to face the enemy head-on!" Xiang Yu said lightly.

Hurry!

At this moment, armor sounded around him, and a soldier in armor surrounded him and killed him. The disciples of Butian Pavilion successively fell into the siege, and then they were all killed like killing pigs.

kill!

The head of the pavilion stepped forward, like a goshawk, rushing towards him.

Rumble!

The energy was soaring. The Pavilion Master punched it out, squeezed the air in front of him, and turned into a fierce Qi and tore it apart.

“Too weak!!”

A faint voice sounded, and then King Jin drew out the bronze sword. The sword light flashed, turning into moments, turning into eternity, and turning into endless loneliness.

Thorn!

The Pavilion Master only felt his eyelids twitching, his body trembling, and he felt inexplicable fear.

The sword intent locked the body, almost suffocating, almost like destruction.

The head of the pavilion flashed, turned into smoke, disappearing.

It appears again, already a hundred meters away.

But one arm broke and fell to the ground.

Didi!

brush!

The head of the Pavilion urged the secret technique and fled.

At the same time, five men in black appeared and surrounded and killed them.

Thorn!

Just a light flashed, and five men in black fell to the ground at the same time.

Kill with one sword.

At this moment, the Pavilion Master had disappeared.

"The prey cannot escape!"

Xiang Yu said lightly.

The Lord of the Butian Pavilion left a mark on his body, and he couldn't escape.

Following his perception, Xiang Yu chased and left.

...

Tick!

Tick!

Blood fell on the ground, and the Lord of Butian Pavilion was running for his life. As he walked, he suddenly saw a man standing at the intersection, which seemed to have been a while.

"Disciple, it's you!"

The Lord of Butian Pavilion said.

As an assassin and as a killer, he has many disciples.

However, most of the apprentices are just cannon fodder.

This apprentice seems to be called...Shi Zhixuan.

"Peace Lord, how about the King of Jin?"

Shi Zhixuan asked.

"King Jin, very powerful and invincible!" said the Pavilion Master: "He has practiced the Cihang Sword Book and has reached the clarity of the sword. He injured me with just one move!"

"Master, borrow someone's head!"

Shi Zhixuan smiled.

The dagger in his hand flashed and assassinated.

The pavilion master flashed with a dagger in his left hand, like a ghost, and rushed towards him.

Brush

The two figures flashed quickly, as if ghosts were changing, as if time was rising and falling, but they only had a confrontation, and they separated their bodies.

A bloody mark on Shi Zhixuan's chest was blocked by a heart protection mirror.

But there was a dagger inserted into the chest of the Pavilion Master.

"Why?"

The Pavilion Master asked.

"I want to be the lord!"

Shi Zhixuan said: "You are old, it's time to give way to the young man!"

"pity!"

The Pavilion Master was unwilling to give in and said, "You are not bad, not bad!"

As he said that, he fell to the ground and died of anger.

Shi Zhixuan stepped forward, and the dagger flashed, cutting off the head of the Pavilion Master.

At this moment, a figure flashed and a figure appeared, majestic and domineering, standing there with indescribable aura, with a bronze sword dropping blood.

The perfect integration of man and heaven and earth, entering into the unity of man and nature, an invisible momentum comes with pressure.

"Meet the King of Jin!"

Shi Zhixuan knelt on the ground and said, "I have killed the assassin!"

"So it's you... Pei Ju!"

Xiang Yu said, put away Tai A's sword, stepped forward to support Pei Ju, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your actions, otherwise the assassin would run away, and the disaster would be endless!"

As they said that, the two of them headed towards the military camp.

Recalling this man, those strange memories gradually became clear.

Pei Ju, a native of the Pei family in Shanxi, is the descendant of a famous family.

In this era of valued qualifications and aristocratic families, you may be poor, but you cannot have a background.

The so-called background may be a tiger skin.

But such tiger skin can scare many people.

At that time, when Chen was destroyed, there was Pei Ju.

When they arrived at the military camp, all the assassins in Butian Pavilion were killed.

Assassin is a high attack, high explosion, excellent hidden ability, and low-sustaining speed. If it is a sudden attack, even Song Que may be assassinated and killed by one blow; but once discovered and fall into a head-on battle, Song Que can easily kill the Pavilion Master.

The military camp was packing up, many people continued to fall asleep, and some people were patrolling, and everything was still the same.

With the wine set, Xiang Yu drank the wine and said, "Brother Pei, where do you come from?"

Pei Ju said: "I was born in the Huajian School!"

Xiang Yu asked again: "But I heard that there is a master of Butian Pavilion named Shi Zhixuan!"

Pei Ju said: "That's me, just a pseudonym for me!"

Xiang Yu nodded.

Where there are people, there is a world of world.

The so-called world is also a place where social instability factors gather.

The so-called demon sect is not necessarily a bad person, but it is a place where many unstable factors gather.

The Demon Sect has two factions and six paths.

The two schools are the Yingui School and the Huajian School.
To be continued...