Xiaoyouzhutian, send Yi Xiaochuan to the palace to start

Liu Xuan, one of the four commanders of Xiaoyaowei, drew his sword without hesitation after hearing Liu Hao's order, pointed the tip of the sword at the young man and rushed forward.

When the young man saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

They were used to being arrogant and domineering, and they knew most of the people from various factions in the martial arts world. Who would have thought that a stranger would not care about the threat from their Qingcheng Temple at all.

He quickly drew out his sword for defense, but it was a pity that he was just a small disciple of Qingcheng Sect. How could he be a match for Liu Xuan with his second-rate level?

Sure enough, with just one move, Liu Xuan relied on his superb swordsmanship and profound internal strength to easily cut across the young man's neck and killed him instantly.

Blood instantly gushed out from his neck, and the young man fell to the ground outside the inn. Passersby outside the inn saw this scene and immediately cried out in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Xuan and the other nine Xiaoyao Guards rushed in with swords in hand.

The people in the inn were alarmed by the sudden sound of fighting, and soon many disciples of Qingcheng Temple, also wearing dark green clothes, rushed out with swords in hand.

They engaged in a fierce melee with the Xiaoyao Guards, with the flashes of swords and shadows of sabers interweaving in the inn. However, although there were many disciples in Qingcheng Temple, the strength of the Xiaoyao Guards was clearly superior.

The disciples of Qingcheng Temple soon fell into a bitter battle, and dozens of disciples were killed or injured in an instant.

With such a big commotion, how could Yu Canghai, the master of Qingcheng Temple, not be unaware of it.

He quickly rushed out of the guest room and saw the disciples in the inn fighting with a group of people in purple clothes. He frowned and had an ominous premonition in his heart.

But how could he stand by and watch as he saw his disciples being slaughtered by outsiders?

He flashed and jumped down from the second-floor railing, rushing directly into the battle. He waved the sword in his hand like the wind and launched a fierce attack on the Xiaoyao guards.

What a pity, he was as fierce as a tiger, but now his record is zero and five.

He fought with a Xiaoyao Guard for several rounds in an instant, but unfortunately he didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. Instead, he gradually fell into a passive position under the opponent's exquisite swordsmanship.

Yu Canghai was shocked. He didn't expect these men in purple to be so difficult to deal with.

But soon, he thought of something. He quickly withdrew from the battle and shouted to Xiaoyaowei and others with a serious expression.

"Are you from Xiaoyao Manor? Why are you attacking my Qingcheng Temple?"

Unfortunately, no one from the Xiaoyao Guard paid any attention to him, and continued to ruthlessly massacre the disciples of the Qingcheng Temple.

Yu Canghai was extremely anxious at this time. With his own strength, he was no match for any of the Xiaoyao Guards. He could only watch his disciples die tragically under their swords.

"master......"

"what!......"

"Master, save me!..." These disciples' last words were to ask Yu Canghai to save them.

"A hero!...A great man!..." Yu Canghai's voice echoed in the empty inn, full of despair and unwillingness.

He looked at his fallen disciples, his anger spreading wildly in his chest like a raging fire, his eyes turned red as if they were about to bleed.

Those tiny bloodshot eyes instantly filled with his eyes, making him look extremely angry.

However, he was helpless and could only hold the hilt of the sword tightly and stand vigilantly in a corner of the inn. Fortunately, no Xiaoyao Guards attacked him, but he could not run away.

The battle, from start to end, lasted only one minute, but for Yu Canghai, this minute felt like a long century.

At this moment, the inn was littered with corpses and the smell of blood filled the air, so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Yu Canghai's eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "Ah!......"

"Why!..." The roar continued to echo in the inn.

Yu Canghai was surrounded by the Xiaoyao Guards, and Liu Hao slowly walked behind them.

"Why? There is no reason. Qingcheng Temple covets the Lin family's Sword Manual of Exorcism, endangers the martial arts world, and harms the people. They should be executed!"

"Who are you! What does the affairs of my Qingcheng Temple have to do with your Xiaoyao Manor? Why are you treating my Qingcheng Temple like this?"

"I am Liu Hao, the owner of Xiaoyao Manor. What does Xiaoyao Manor have to do with me? Because I cannot tolerate any cancer that harms the martial arts world!"

What else could Liu Hao say? He was just idle? He was looking for the Sword Manual of Exorcism for Yue Buqun? There was no reason. He just killed you because he was not happy with you.

It was their bad luck that they had to massacre the Qingcheng disciples this time. They encountered Liu Hao and others as soon as they entered Fuzhou. What else was there to say? They were already unhappy with Qingcheng Temple, and the only thing they had to do was kill them.

At the same time, he was also indirectly revealing two pieces of information to the martial arts world. First, the owner of Xiaoyao Manor was named Liu Hao, and second, Brother Hao had the final say on whether the martial arts world would be in chaos in the future.

This time he wants to be the director of martial arts, and being an emperor for once is just a taste of the new world. He can't lead troops to fight every time he travels through time, that would be too tiring. His goal is to be free and easy.

When Yu Canghai heard Liu Hao's words, his blood and qi flowed backwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing onto the ground, forming a glaring crimson color.

But he didn't want to be slaughtered like a lamb, so Yu Canghai held a sword with a cold light flashing on the sword and stabbed it towards Liu Hao. Liu Hao raised the corners of his mouth slightly and snorted coldly.

"die!"

Following this cold shout, Liu Hao slapped out with his palm.

This palm seemed ordinary, but it contained amazing internal strength. Yu Canghai's sword was like paper under the palm wind and was directly smashed into countless pieces, flying everywhere.

Yu Canghai himself was also hit hard by the powerful palm wind, and he was blown away like a kite with a broken string.

He hit the wall of the inn heavily, and his whole body slid down the wall like a puddle of mud.

His face was filled with fear and unwillingness, but he couldn't utter a word, because all the bones in his body were broken. The former master of Qingcheng Temple was dead!

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(Oh my... the Chinese national football team actually drew last night. I was so angry that I almost had a seizure.)