Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

The long knife is unsheathed.

In an instant, Bing Ge Sen's cold air enveloped the audience.

The cultivation bases of the martial arts practitioners present are uneven, but there are definitely no more than a few hundred people who have reached this level. Although the number of people is several times larger, the outcome is still unknown.

all of a sudden.

cry.

The sound of killing.

The sound of weapons clashing.

And the sound of blood rushing...

Guo Jing watched helplessly as Qi Zhicheng, the junior student of the Quanzhen sect, was disemboweled from bottom to top by a bandit from the evil sect, and beheaded with a single knife.

But he himself was tightly entangled by eighteen demons.

beep, beep...

side of the street corner.

A handsome man with a single knife came out slowly, the corner of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc, and he said softly: "Get out of the way, let me see why Yangying Guo Jing is side by side with the young master."

The scimitar was pulled out slowly, making a slight friction sound.

No more than two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wing, the silver blade has no trace of variegation, and the delicate face reflected is even clearer than a mirror.

East Gate.

Suzaku Avenue.

wind.

Blowing all the time.

Under the gust of wind, the white robe behind him kept fluttering, making whirring sounds.

In the heavy atmosphere of the dark clouds pressing down on the city, this whirring sound added an even more disturbing feeling.

On the side, martial arts fighters breaking out from three directions have already fought with the people from the Demon Sect, and a bloody fight has started.Compared with the howls and screams of the martial arts people, there is silence and solemnity on the side of the magic gate. Whether it is fighting or being stabbed until death, the eyes are calm.

This peace is so chilling.

Apparently, these people from the Demon Sect were already prepared to sacrifice their lives for the Demon Lord, but they were not at all curious about the result, as if they were certain that the Demon Lord would succeed, and even they were very clear about their status as war consumables.

But still without complaint or regret, accepting death calmly.

Avenue Center.

Ma Yu, the head teacher of Quanzhen, and Sun Bu'er, a Qingjing Sanren, blocked the attack of the Demon Sect's Heavenly Demon. The long sword's sword energy continued to move freely and horizontally within three feet of the body, forming a field of sword energy, firmly blocking the edge of the Demon Sect's blade.

As the head teacher of Quanzhen, his skill is the most advanced among the Quanzhen Seven. Two years ago, he might have lost to the dead Qiu Chuji in an actual battle, but after he was promoted to the level of martial arts, he completely left the other six behind.

He even formally broke through as a master a few days ago, which is extremely admirable for him who only started practicing martial arts after his thirties.

After beheading a Demon Sect Heavenly Demon with a single sword, Ma Yu looked back.

In front.

The young scholar with sword eyebrows and starry eyes stood with his hands behind his back, just standing there, facing the wind, motionless.

His gaze was directed towards the direction of the imperial city in the distance.

"Zhiping, what are you doing?"

Sun Bu'er cut open three or four long knives and yelled back.

The man stood still, turned a deaf ear, and even the demons around him passed by, without the slightest intention to attack him.

Ma Yu didn't make a sound, and looked at the most outstanding disciple of their Quanzhen history with a complicated expression.

Zhengqi Villa, which is now renamed Ling Xudu, is Sanying Sixiyingying.

Yin Zhiping, former Quanzhen sect's chief disciple of Qiu Chuji, Changchun master.

What the hell are you thinking?

Why apostate, although Xiantian Kungfu is my Quanzhen Supreme Divine Kung Fu, but as the next head teacher, you are qualified to practice.

Deng!

Deng!

May Yu looked out.

Into the eyes, a scarlet cloak, a piece of feather fluttering in the wind.

The young man with a stern face stepped out step by step.

The pace was very light, but every corner of the Long Street battlefield could be clearly heard, as if it was ringing in everyone's ears, and even the rhythm that drove people's blood.

As the steps approached one after another, a monstrous domineering and cold aura gradually rose.

The people in the Demon Sect seemed to be unable to hear them at all, and their movements were not slow at all, but there were many people in the martial arts who were slightly stunned and affected their performance. They were randomly swung by the people in the Demon Sect. .

"Yang Kang!"