Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 268 Unhindered, kill all the way!
Inside the vermilion lacquered gate, the hustle and bustle stopped abruptly, and all kinds of laughter froze in an instant.

It was as if the dense air froze everyone.

Duanchou smiled coldly, raised the Tianlin in his hand, and waved it without any tricks.

"boom"

The sword energy extended, and its sharpness was unstoppable. Where the sword energy passed, the gate and the connected walls were all cracked into countless pieces, which burst out towards the inside, like countless flying knives stabbing.

The eyes suddenly opened, only a figure dodging around, and the place behind the original door was even more blood red.

"Who are you?
"How bold! Do you know where this is?"

Among a group of scattered guests, an old man who looked like a butler was entertaining guests suddenly stood up and shouted angrily.

Here, it still belongs to the outer house, and the people who eat and drink here are often not high-status people, but some casual cultivators, or some people with low status in the family. The status of entertaining these people can also be imagined. And know.

Duanchou didn't even look at him more, she stretched her sleeves without raising her head.

"Swish. Swish. Swish."

56 beams of starlight flew through the sky, and directly smashed the old man who opened his mouth into a sieve. The starlight did not disperse, and then exploded, turning into two star wheels, sweeping across the courtyard.

"what"

The sound of screams was uniform, and almost at the same time, everyone was pierced into the body by countless radiating starlight.

With one blow, there was a moment of joy, and suddenly it became Shura's hell.

In the courtyard, there was blood scum all over the ground, as thick as an inch, when one stepped on it, there was a sticky "chi" sound.

Naturally, these little characters wouldn't cause Duanchou to take a second look. He waved his hand back to the cold star thorn, stepped on the ground with blood in an instant, and walked straight to the hall where the sound of gongs and drums shook the sky a moment ago, but at this moment it was completely silent.

Along the way, people blocked, instantly killed; walls blocked, shattered, no matter what, nothing could stop them, leaving behind a trail of blood, a lone figure, one person and one sword, stood outside the hall.

As soon as Duanchou Fang raised his head, the door of the hall was shattered, and the inside was rich and magnificent, and there were at least hundreds of people gathered in it.

These are the real direct descendants of the He family, the close forces.

"how?"

"He Yanming, your grandson is going to marry my apprentice, and now I'm here as a master, don't you welcome me?"

With a smile on his face, Duanchou met everyone's unkind eyes, opened his mouth leisurely, and walked in.

welcome?How can it be?

Seeing his appearance, he knew that he must be looking for faults, and choosing to come on such a happy day, no matter what the dispute was, it was already a naked, naked slap in the face.

What is even more intriguing is that the person who came was actually the teacher of the bride!
I'm afraid that in less than a day, the news that He's parents and grandsons were disturbed at the wedding banquet will spread throughout the South China Sea and become a joke among casual cultivators.

How can people who dare to do this have no confidence?

What's more, although Duanchou had a smile on his face, his whole body was full of murderous sword intent, and the family members who welcomed the guests and guarded outside were silent, fearing that they had been poisoned.

"It must be held!"

Jiang was still old and hot, but when other people were either surprised or glared at him, He Yanming restrained his anger and sat down slowly.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes kept looking at Duanchou, as if he wanted to see his roots.

Duanchou was not in a hurry, he didn't care about the other party's probing eyes, he just looked around in the hall, taking all the situation into his eyes.

There are many people who come, and it is very mixed!
The people sitting at the tables in the front row are not comparable to those down-and-out casual cultivators outside, and they are probably monks from the more prestigious sects nearby.

The latter ones are much inferior, and there are all kinds of miscellaneous ones. Although the cultivation realm is roughly the same, the momentum is much weaker for no reason. In all likelihood, they came here to make friends with each other while taking advantage of the opportunity.

At this time, although there were more than a hundred people in the field, they were silent, waiting for the development of the matter.

They're not fools either, they naturally want to please the He family, but they don't want to do something that offends others. It seems that they are very sad and full of confidence, they really don't seem like easy-going people.

For a while, the atmosphere in the hall was oppressive and dull, making people feel short of breath.

"Bang dang."

Just at this moment, the sound of something like porcelain being smashed resounded throughout the hall.

At this time, in the hall, apart from the forcedly suppressed breathing, there was no other sound, and it seemed that the sudden noise became more and more ear-piercing.

All eyes immediately focused on the past.

It was a young monk who seemed to have no experience in wind and rain, his hands were empty, his chest was wet, and broken porcelain was everywhere under his feet. It was obvious that he accidentally broke something like a wine bowl or a cup.

In an instant, countless people stared at him, and almost all of them were inferior to him in cultivation. This young man came out of the sect. Where did he experience this?

"All right!"

A flash of anger flashed in He Yanming's eyes, he slammed the dragon's head and crutches, and shouted in a low voice.

This low shout echoed in the hall like thunder, instantly waking everyone up from the sudden change.

Immediately, he waved his hand, stopped his son who was about to yell at him when he reacted, looked at Duanchou, and said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Taoist, my granddaughter-in-law has no father, no mother, no teacher, no teacher, I hope you will respect yourself, don't talk nonsense, and mess with my family! If there is anything wrong with my He family, if you miss today, you are always welcome Come to teach."

"Today is Xiao Sun's big day, if you don't mind, please sit down and have a glass of wedding wine."

"how?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a winking family member below quickly got up to give up a seat.

Seeing this, He Yanming nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Duanchou, waiting for his reaction.

He Yanming has been used to being arrogant all his life, except for pretending to be his grandson in front of those coming from big sects and aristocratic families, at other times, he has never been subdued.

He can say that now, because he can see that Duanchou is extraordinary regardless of his clothes, body shape and demeanor. up.

Don't think that the crutch with the dragon's head is of ordinary shape. At first glance, it seems a bit unworthy of He Yanming's identity, but it is actually a rare top-grade magic weapon. It has been stained with the blood of countless monks, and it is extremely powerful.

(End of this chapter)