The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

Brush brush!

He rose and fell one after another, and finally arrived at the abandoned ancient temple.

The silver moon hangs high, shedding wisps of light.

The surrounding snow has not yet completely melted, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, the sky and the earth have become hazy.

A ray of mountain wind blew, whining like a sore throat, a bit piercing.

Chen Xuan smiled strangely. From a distance, he saw many black shadows haunting the ancient temple, swaying back and forth, but no one dared to approach the ancient temple.

It seems that there are still some daring quacks who have been attracted.

Well, Chen Xuan plans to do a full set of plays.

With a sway of his body, he quickly rushed into the ancient temple at an incredible speed.

The bright moon hangs high.

The world is empty.

There are shadows in all directions, and there are constant gatherings of people from the rivers and lakes, each of them is cautious, holding steel knives, long swords, and some with crossbows and hidden weapons, and they are constantly gathering.

"Hey, brother Zhao, it's you, you're here too? Aren't you saying you can't come during the day?"

"Cough cough, Brother Wang, didn't you say you didn't come? What do you want to do with so many crossbows and hidden weapons on your body? You don't want to hunt rabbits, do you?"

"Hehe, Brother Zhao, Ming people don't speak dark words. Since they are here, they must want to deal with Lord Fanyun!"

"That's right, Demon Lord Fanyun has committed all kinds of crimes and committed murders many times. He is blocked here by us today. He deserves to die!"

Several people discussed in low voices.

As the figures gathered more and more, a clear and distant sound of reciting books suddenly sounded, echoing in this bright moonlit night.

"Singing to wine, life is geometric, such as the morning dew, the day is bitter!"

"Genesis should be generous, worries and thoughts are unforgettable, how to relieve worries, only Du Kang."

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Waves of distant voices came from the temple, resounding clearly in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at each other.

When did this cloud-turning demon become so elegant?

Do you know how to recite poems?

Many daring people had already climbed onto the wall of the ruined temple, and looked into the depths of the ancient temple with vigilance.

I saw dim lights in the damaged Daxiong Hall.

A slender figure in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a clear voice: "Everyone, I'm visiting late at night, why don't you come in and have a chat?"

"Hey, Lord Fanyun, you old devil has done a lot of evil and killed countless people. You are blocked here by us today, and you still dare to play tricks. You can't escape today!"

A sneer sounded suddenly.

"That's right, old devil, if you're sensible, you'll be captured without a fight. We promise not to hurt your life, otherwise once we strike, you'll die instantly!"

Someone spoke again.

A sneer appeared on Chen Xuan's face, and he said, "The mob is overconfident."

The crowd was furious.

"Go!"

Somebody yelled loudly, and figures of seven or eight people rushed out from the top of the wall. With a strong wind, their robes were grinning, and they rushed towards Chen Xuan.

These seven or eight people armed with various types of weapons, such as steel knives, long spears, wrought copper sticks, and meteor hammers, rushed towards Chen Xuan with howling winds.

With a flash of Chen Xuan's body, he was so fast that he rushed into the crowd in an instant. Everyone's expressions changed, and everyone was slapped without seeing how he moved.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, seven or eight people flew upside down almost at the same time, smashing into the distance, spurting blood wildly, with horrified faces.

Just one click, all of them were seriously injured!

It was Chen Xuan's intention not to take their lives, otherwise their internal organs would have burst and their meridians would have been broken.

After all, he wants to put a long line to catch big fish now, and he can't show too much fighting power. Otherwise, if he doesn't get along with the cloud-turning demon, the people in the dark may become suspicious and dare not come out.

"drink!"

There was another shout.

After Chen Xuan Zhenfei those seven or eight people, more than a dozen figures jumped down from the wall again, masked in black, holding a long sword, without saying a word, came up and rushed towards Chen Xuan.

After these dozens of people rushed out, the surrounding figures finally couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed towards the temple one after another.

"Fanyun Mojun, die!"

With loud shouts, a large number of quacks joined the battle group and besieged Chen Xuan.

Surrounded by the crowd, Chen Xuan moved from side to side, as fast as an afterimage, and his palms were like lightning. Every time a palm fell, some people vomited blood, and no one could touch Chen Xuan's clothes.

The high level of martial arts has reached an unimaginable level in the eyes of everyone.

Many quacks became more and more frightened as the war progressed.

Chen Xuan suddenly snatched a meteor hammer and started to move it with great force and bang bang sound. He hammered seven or eight people into the air one after another.

Finally, everyone was completely frightened, screamed and fled in a hurry.

The individual figures fled faster than when they came, and they all rushed out of the ancient temple in the blink of an eye.

"hey-hey···"

A strange laugh sounded from the roof behind Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan suddenly turned his head, and saw a black-clothed masked figure squatting on the roof at some point, staring at Chen Xuan with interest.

"Fanyun, you've been getting worse and worse recently."

The figure in black laughed.