Hurry, get down the mountain quickly!"

"ah!"

"Help!"

"Spare us!"

…

Under the Chaotian Palace, there was a sea of ​​fire, and the raging fire filled every mountain road. There was only one way up and down the mountain. At this moment, all the martial arts sects launched a charge down the mountain, but they were all desperate. The entrance to the mountain road was already covered with "green dragons"

The disciples of the "Hui" are all over the mountains and plains, and they are also the disciples of the Qinglonghui. There is no need to fight with their lives, just shoot thousands of arrows to block them, and it will be enough to take their lives.

Some people were shot to death by thousands of arrows, and their bodies were pierced into hedgehogs. Some people were burned with fire, screaming and wailing, and fell from the mountain road to the cliff nearby. They fell to pieces. Some of them were already in the "Chaotian Palace"

In the earth-shattering explosion, no bones were left.

Even now, when someone dies, they still hold onto the gold they collected and hid the martial arts secrets.

It can be said that people die for money and birds die for food.

It took nearly seven days to kill nearly ten thousand Jianghu disciples before they were all killed, killed, and burned.

The mountain road was covered with corpses, burnt and tattered, so tragic.

The blood has stained the mountain steps red.

With just this one battle, coupled with the disaster brought about by the Demonic Sect's eastward advance, all the martial arts forces in the Central Plains will be severely damaged.

Looking at the hideous and frightened charred corpses, Xiao Siwu, who wanted to kill people and become famous, couldn't help but fell silent. The other dragon heads also looked at them without saying a word.

"What, are you scared?"

The peacock's face also looked inexplicably pale.

But fortunately, his tone was still so calm and calm.

"Anyway, people in the world already regard us as evil heretics, and they can't wait to get rid of us as soon as possible. So why not be even more evil and do it to the extreme!"

Xiao Siwu nodded sharply.

"good!"

"With these people here, the world will always be in turmoil. If you succeed in dominating the martial arts world, who will care about your methods? In the final analysis, you are just the winner and the loser. If it were us, they would never spare us!

"

The Seven Dragon Head, which had been covered in a black robe and cloak, suddenly let out a soft sigh: "There is no absolute black and white in this world, only who loses and who wins!"

His identity with the Five Dragon Heads is mysterious, and no one knows about it except Su Qing.

"From the beginning, these people have no intention of letting us go. If they don't come, they won't die. It's a pity that they have found the wrong enemy, and they will bring themselves to blame and seek their own death!"

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, a faint cough sounded.

Several people turned to look.

Then I saw a man coming from the top of the mountain carrying a harp.

If it wasn't Su Qing, who could it be.

Su Qing lowered his eyes and looked at everything on the mountain road.

His eyes flickered, and he sighed softly.

"It seems that this is really the case for people. As long as you can survive, it doesn't matter if your opponents, enemies, or even the same kind around you are all dead. Unfortunately, the ones who survive will definitely not be them!"

He was coughing, coughing up blood, and in his right hand, he was actually holding a head with angry eyes wide open and a dead look on his face.

Seeing this head, the dragon heads seemed to heave a sigh of relief, because this was the head of the demon sect leader, Bai Xiaolou, the man who single-handedly promoted the demon sect's eastward advance and caused catastrophes in the world. Now, only

A head.

I think he was defeated in the Qilian Mountains battle. Not only did he lose his life, he also lost his sword.

The full moon scimitar is on Su Qing's waist.

"Now that it's been done, we can't stop at it. Let's go ahead and tell each faction to have its own power. Anyone who doesn't respect my "Blue Dragon Society" will be killed. No matter what is good or evil, the Green Dragon's reincarnation should be over!"

"good!"

Several big dragon heads turned around to make arrangements.

They didn't ask what the outcome was for Xie Xiaofeng. There was no need to ask. There was no need to ask. Since Su Qing could say this and issue this order, it undoubtedly explained a lot of things.

On the top of the mountain, only the peacock and Ye'er were left standing beside him.

The position they stood in was very clever. They were not standing in front of Su Qing, not beside him, but behind him.

"What? What did you find?"

Su Qing asked with a smile.

Peacock now looked at Su Qing's feet with burning eyes. The soles of his shoes were bleeding.

"I believe you will win, but I don't believe you can escape unscathed!"

The peacock said this.

Su Qing nodded and thought for a moment. "Are you afraid that I will fall?"

Peacock nodded. "Yes, at least in this way, I can support you and help you. The situation has reached such a critical moment, when victory or defeat is at stake, you are in danger of falling. If you fall, we people

, I’m afraid I’ll have to be buried with you!”

Su Qing chuckled.

"A pair of legs, in exchange for this world of martial arts, do you think it's worth it?"

But the peacock suddenly stopped talking and stopped answering.

Su Qing waited and asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"

Peacock said: "I'm thinking about what kind of wheelchair I should make so that you can sit comfortably!"

Su Qing was stunned, shook his head and said with a smile: "Then you have to think about it carefully!"

He suddenly asked softly: "Are you ready?"

Ye'er looked at the scorched corpses with some evasive eyes, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "What are you preparing for?"

Su Qing glanced at the head in his hand.

"Of course I want to see how this martial arts world crawls on the ground!"

…

The ninth day of December this year.

The "Excalibur Villa", which was once famous and sweeping the south of the Yangtze River, suddenly made a shocking decision to consolidate the influence of all the clans, seal the mountain and hide from the world for ten years. From then on, they no longer care about worldly affairs, and their grudges in the world have nothing to do with them anymore.

The third young master Xie Xiaofeng, who was so talented and beautiful that he became famous all over the world as soon as he was born and was regarded as the God of Swords, broke his sword in the Qilian Mountains and was defeated by Su Qing.

The power of the Qinglong Society has now swept through the martial arts world, making it difficult for anyone to resist.

The remaining forces from all parties were already frightened at this moment and couldn't wait to express their attitude. It was the Luoyang Martial Arts Conference, and they all fell to the feet of the "Qinglong Club".

The remnants of the demon sect also dispersed and fled, suffering heavy casualties.

News came from the west that a young man named Zhuo led a group of remnants of the demon sect and was missing.

…

The winter plum blossoms are almost finished blooming.

Mount Emei, on top of the Golden Summit.

The sea of ​​fog rolled.

"Gululu——"

An exquisite and clumsy wheelchair was slowly climbing along the steep and narrow mountain road, driving as if it were walking on flat ground.

Behind the chair is an apricot-yellow canopy, and the hanging bead curtains are shaking and clashing. Under the canopy, a person in green clothes has his hair tied up, holding a piano and folding his sleeves. Behind the chair, Chen Er is slowly pushing.

The two came to the Golden Summit.

Amidst the sea of ​​mist and clouds, there was a new tomb and a monument erected here.

"Sun Baifa casts off the demon here!"

Su Qing didn't need to say more. Chen Er had already taken off a package from his body, which contained Bai Xiaolou's head, and placed it in front of the grave. He lit a few more sticks of incense and respectfully placed it on the ground.

.

In Su Qing's eyes, he saw the wisps of white smoke rising from the burning incense, twisting and turning into handwriting.

Name: Su Qing

World:Xiao Li Flying Knife

Mission: Unify the world
To be continued...