At dusk, Shenlong Villa is hundreds of kilometers away from Dinghu Mountain.
The villa is located halfway up the mountain amid the clouds and mist, with dozens of buildings connected together.
The shape of the building is like a dragon that is about to ascend through the void.
The entrance to the villa is the Dragon's Tail. After passing through the eight major halls where masters of all levels sit, there is the Dragon's Head Hall, where the owner of the Shenlong Villa is located.
The Shenlong Mountain Gate is magnificent and has various patterns carved on it.
There are lotus flowers, animals, characters, Arhats and fairies, etc.
The leaves and branches are curved and intertwined among various patterns, creating a dreamlike fairy world.
The floor leading to the depths of Shenlong Villa is paved with stone slabs, like dragon scales, each one complaining towards the dragon's head.
This is a beautiful dusk, and this is also a blood-stained dusk.
Near six o'clock, an uninvited guest appeared at the mountain gate.
A man with flowing white clothes and a feminine temperament walked slowly towards the door, covered with blood-like sunlight.
There is no sword in the hand, but the whole thing looks like a sword.
On his superior face, in addition to endless femininity, there was also a faint murderous look.
The Shenlong disciple at the door quickly noticed his figure, and when he wanted to shout something, his body trembled.
They themselves didn't know why, but with just one glance from the man in white, the six Shenlong disciples knelt down uncontrollably.
Then, they fell to the ground with a plop, clutching their hearts and showing signs of pain.
Soon, they tilted their heads and lost all movement.
"Who are you?"
Hearing the noise, four more dragon guards rushed out from inside.
But before they finished speaking, their heads tore off the branches like mature coconuts and fell down.
Four heads were rolling on the ground.
There was an extremely smooth fracture on their necks, as if they had been cut off by a supreme sharp sword.
But the man in white didn't have any sharp weapon in his hand.
And no one saw him take action.
There was no expression on his face, and he pushed forward unhurriedly in the sunset.
"Warning, warning..."
A Shenlong officer led several patrols and rushed to the door. They stared at the heads of their companions on the ground, their faces getting paler and paler.
Even their tightly pressed lips turned white.
Officer Shenlong exerted slight force on his arms and flashed out two sharp mechanical knives.
His breathing was unprecedentedly rapid, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
He could see that the man in white was here to kill, kill him, kill everyone, but he didn't have the courage to resist.
Bang bang bang!
The heads of the three divine dragon patrols fell down again and rolled down on the floor tiles, leaving a bloody trail.
Officer Shenlong's lips were a little dry and timid.
He subconsciously wanted to stop the man in white from doing what he did next.
His arms were filled with all the strength, holding sharp mechanical arms and wanting to fight.
It's a pity that he could never move.
The sharp knife he held tightly did not shine out.
No, I don’t have the courage to do it!
The next second, his head flew out with a thud.
Blood rose into the sky, dyeing the sunset in the eyes of the others red.
Officer Shenlong collapsed suddenly with his head missing.
The sharp knife symbolizing courage still did not attack.
He was a little sad and unwilling, knowing that the other party would kill him.
But he didn't have the courage to fight.
However, this cannot be blamed on his cowardice. The rest of his companions also lacked the courage to take action.
"Bang!"
At some unknown time, the man in white had already climbed up the stone steps, stepped into the mountain gate, and walked towards the depths of Shenlong Villa.
But all the people at the door were dead, and no one pulled out a knife!
"Who? Who?"
"Enemy attack, enemy attack, stop him quickly!"
At this time, Deacon Shenlong, who was one level higher than Director Shenlong, rushed out with dozens of people.
Seeing the man in white marching straight in, they, who were more advanced in cultivation, drew their weapons and attacked.
The man in white had a calm face and walked forward with blood on his white soles.
The dragon disciples who rushed up were like waves hitting the hard rock, breaking into pieces and scattering in all directions.
Before they even fell to the ground, their heads fell off one by one, flying around like volleyballs.
"kill!"
Deacon Shenlong did not believe in evil, so he brandished his long knife and struck at the man in white.
But before he even got close, the long knife shattered with a sound, and then countless fragments were shot backwards.
Deacon Shenlong and several of his companions instantly turned into briquettes.
The crowd behind them couldn't stop trembling when they saw this, and their faces became paler and paler.
They have never seen such a powerful person.
But they were afraid, restrained and did not dare to attack, but the man in white pierced their hearts like a long sword.
There was more and more blood, and more and more corpses were lying on both sides of the man in white.
Some of the Shenlong disciples inexplicably thought of the legend at Yanmen Pass.
On the same dusk when the sun was setting in the west, the men in white entered the Haizhentian camp one by one with one sword.
A few hours later, Hai Zhentian and the three thousand thieves were basically dead.
Unexpectedly, today, the man in white entered Shenlong Villa again.
This time he didn't have a sword in his hand.
However, the Shenlong disciples were still sadly enveloped in a thick smell of blood.
They kept fighting and retreating, but they still couldn't slow down the steps of the man in white.
At this moment, the man in white suddenly stopped.
He looked deeply at the several Shenlong disciples in front of him.
Behind him lay countless corpses.
The blood flows into a river, and the blood reflects the setting sun.
But the man in white clothes is still dressed in blood red, as if the killing Buddha came to the world, vast and boundless.
"Whoosh!"
When the man in white paused, the corpses on the ground suddenly turned over, and three old dragon men shot up.
The three of them, like three sharp arrows, shot at the man in white from behind.
They also all stretched out their hands. Their fingers were all made of steel, sharp and hard.
To be continued...