The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

The door had been opened without me noticing.

Gu Junming crossed his arms, smiled, and leaned lazily against the door frame.

He tilted his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Are you a demon?"

Different from Gu Junming's casualness.

The blurry figure was in a heavy mood at the moment, and didn't care even if one of its hands was missing.

His eyes were fixed on Gu Junming.

His voice was hoarse and full of anger.

Just one sentence made Gu Junming's face become solemn.

"It's you, Lord of the Bright Sword!"

"Are you from... Youhuantang?"

Gu Junming narrowed his eyes slightly.

In an instant, murderous intent surged like a tide. His face darkened and he said indifferently, "Since you recognize me, it means you also participated in the battle that year."

The blurry figure seemed to be nothing but a shadow, without any substance. However, he was not afraid of the current Palm Bright Sword Master at all. He said hatefully, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this point today..."

"You deserve it."

Gu Junming raised his right hand, holding a yellow talisman between his fingers. "Although I don't know how you survived, it's time to go down and reunite with your hall master."

"Do you think you are noble?"

The figure suddenly asked, and he said, "It is true that we were blinded by greed and chose the wrong side back then."

"But are you really that noble? Isn't it you who created the Beixuan Territory, where only one tenth of it remains?"

"At least I've never betrayed the people behind me."

For once, Gu Junming looked gloomy. Recalling what happened in the past, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and his joints even crackled from using too much force.

"Although you haven't betrayed them, you haven't saved them either." The figure tilted his head and continued to provoke Gu Junming, saying, "The Northern Xuan Territory is still sinking."

"Shut up." Gu Junming stared at the blurry figure.

"If you two had chosen to obey, even if the situation had changed, you could still have survived... but you didn't."

"You indirectly caused their death... You, all of you, are the sinners of the entire Northern Xuan Territory!"

Gu Junming took action immediately and threw out the talisman paper.

As the talisman paper flew, a tiny flame ignited.

In an instant, the fire grew brighter and lit up the entire room.

Three fire dragons made of flames roared out.

Roaring, he rushed towards the figure.

The figure did not expect Gu Junming's attack to be so swift and decisive, and immediately turned around and retreated to the outside.

But at such a distance, how could he escape so easily?

The three blazing fire dragons seemed to have life, opening their mouths wide and swallowing the human figure into their stomachs.

And following the trajectory calculated by Gu Junming, the figure rushed towards the window.

But the fire dragon is too big.

Still blasted a big hole in the wall.

boom--

"What! What happened?!"

Ji Xiaqing was suddenly awakened.

Scared to look around.

Finding himself in a golden cover, he shrank back in fear, leaning his back against the wall.

"I told you not to stay up late, kid. You had a nightmare, didn't you?" Gu Junming gave Ji Xiaqing a reassuring smile as he passed by her. "I'll punish you by making you go back to sleep!"

"But, I...I suddenly feel a little urgent."

"This is a bit embarrassing. Let's wait a little longer. The Golden Bell Cover will automatically lift before dawn."

Gu Junming walked to the big hole blasted by the fire dragon and looked down.

Not long ago, he asked Xiao Jianxin and Wen Zixi to wait outside the inn for the signal.

Since that confused figure was able to survive, he must have a backup plan.

Even though his strength is not as great as before, he is lucky enough to survive and his life is tougher than that of ordinary people.

But it is hard to say whether he can survive when facing the second and sixth brothers who are so talented.

"Gu, Senior Brother Gu!"

Ji Xia Qing bravely called out softly. She hid her body under the quilt and said weakly, "I'm a little scared. Can you stay here with me tonight?"

After all, she is a little girl who grew up in the palm of her hand and has never seen the world.

"Don't you have two guards? I'll go call them over for you."

Gu Junming laughed and thought to himself, this guy was so arrogant before, why is he so listless now?

"No! Don't leave yet!"

"They will come by themselves!"

Outside the inn.

The figure was indeed not dead, but the blurry body was no longer complete after being burned by the flames.

"I didn't expect that the Sword Master is so lucky and still alive."

The figure walked like a ghost, at an extremely fast speed, ignoring the obstacles in front of him.

He escaped from Pinglanzhuang in a short while.

But he could sense that there were two powerful auras chasing him closely.

Even though he once had great cultivation and was the most powerful person in the world, now he doesn't even have a complete torso.

I'm no match for those two at all!

Therefore, the figure could only flee madly for his life.

At the same time, the figure was also cursing the Dalong Royal Family in his heart for being ungrateful. They knew that the Lord of Palm Sword was there, but still sent him here. They really didn't want him to live long!

The Lord of the Sword may be kind-hearted and willing to give a chance to all those who admit their mistakes and can correct them.

But they are Phantom Hall.

We have already been labeled as dead. Either we will never meet again, or... we will meet until death!

"Mad, why are you still chasing me?"

The figure instinctively turned around and glanced behind him. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he did, he was so scared that he almost fainted.

behind him.

Just two body lengths away, a solemn-looking young man slashed at him with a sword in hand.

There is no room for negotiation at all!

thump--

The figure was split into two halves, but it continued to flee, but only half of the blurry black shadow was fleeing.

The other half remained motionless in mid-air, slowly disintegrating and dissipating...

A hint of surprise flashed across Xiao Jianxin's eyes.

He thought to himself that the monster was indeed extraordinary. If he let it go back into the mountains, wouldn't it commit more murders in the future?

He immediately stopped holding back, controlled the Qingyun Sword with his mind, concentrated his energy, and threw it out.

At the same time, Wen Zixi also used his own spiritual power, which was as abundant as the sea, and released it in an instant.

Cordon off this area.

And just as she expected, the figure was unable to break through the invisible spiritual wall.

But just when inspiration was fully tapped.

Wen Zixi discovers an unexpected guest.

Swah——

The Qingyun Sword instantly pierced through the figure.

A murderous aura swept over, smashing the remaining half of the figure into pieces!

But in a small and blurry black shadow, a tiny piece of Buddhist bead residue flew out.

Almost invisible to the naked eye.

The members of the Phantom Hall actually attached their souls to this object and survived the great war of the past.

Xiao Jianxin's power was too strong, and he might have come with murderous intent, so he did not hold back.

The Qingyun Sword was thrown out with undiminished force.

Like a long rainbow, it penetrated through the spiritual wall cast by Wen Zixi and broke a small hole.

This gave the members of the Phantom Hall, who were clinging to the remnants of the Buddhist beads, an opportunity to escape through a hole.

I thought I could finally escape.

Unexpectedly...

rustling—

A feather arrow flew through the air and accurately hit the remaining Buddhist beads, completely shattering the souls of all the people in the Phantom Hall, and they died on the spot.

Xiao Jianxin looked up at the figure crouching on the treetop with a fierce gaze and shouted, "Who are you?"

"Qishi Mansion, the sharpshooter who never misses a shot, you can call me, the one who can shoot through a willow tree at a hundred paces... Yang Yi."