Chapter 179: The Destroyer of Xinqing City Led the Wolf
He could kill someone with his attack, and he was also a great practitioner with a high level of cultivation. He was also the leader of thousands of people and the lord of Xinqing City.
Su Fan took a strange look at the old man, and saw nothing unusual. He thought to himself, how could the old man be so reckless? Su Fan didn't blame him, he just looked at each other.
He casually wiped the blood from the tip of his nose and suddenly made a seal.
Suddenly, a large number of the demon soldiers around him fell down. There was no room for thinking at this moment. If you want to kill, then kill. You have to find a way out for what happens next, especially the unknown number of demon soldiers.
The withered old man did not stop. The demon soldiers who were still in a daze were killed and injured more than half before they could react. The two of them were covered in blood mist and were still killing them fiercely.
After more than half of the dead and injured were killed, the demon soldiers realized that if the city lord died, then they should run for their lives.
Su Fan was speechless at this. The commander died in battle. Shouldn't his subordinates go and avenge him? Su Fan didn't know what the scene would be like in the Song Dynasty, but it was not like this in the Ghost Realm Temple.
Although Su Fan has never seen what the Ghost Realm is like, the fact that Old Man Ku and others, as subordinates of the Ghost Emperor, can still avenge the Ghost Emperor many years after his death is enough proof.
After sighing helplessly, he hated those monster soldiers who were greedy for life and afraid of death even more. He didn't know how many creatures he killed while swinging his sword, and he didn't know how many layers of blood were stained on his body.
Perhaps it touched a certain forbidden area in the heart. When the Tianyuan Sect was about to be breached, countless monks chose to self-destruct to protect the sect, forming a contrast with these people today.
Vaguely, Su Fan had a little respect for the Tianyuan Sect back then for no reason. He also felt a little nostalgic for that master.
The sound of fighting could not be heard, which made the man from "Tianyao Pavilion" let out a few suspicious sounds.
"If they want to kill you, it doesn't matter if you kill them. But since they want to leave, just let them leave. Why bother to kill them all."
Su Fan looked startled. It was still the voice of Mr. Zhou. Due to his previous excuse, Su Fan had a good impression of this person.
"Since we've killed them all, let's not leave any trouble. Otherwise, if we don't meet anyone like you in the future, who will excuse us?" Su Fan said calmly, holding a fist towards "Tian Yao Pavilion".
After hearing Su Fan's words, Mr. Zhou suddenly laughed. After sighing for a while, he slowly responded: "You are right, if we let them go, there is no doubt that they will attract a large group of people from Tianyao City.
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Su Fan ignored the man and continued to fight fiercely. This kind of killing did not require any effort at all, because no one resisted at all.
Suddenly, there was a loud drum beat, and then the sound of footsteps running like raindrops came quickly. Su Fan was shocked, and when he swept his mind, he immediately found that there were nearly 10,000 demon soldiers running towards him.
"These are the demon soldiers guarding the city of Xinqing City. You don't seem to be from my martial arts clan." Mr. Zhou said still very calmly.
He didn't see Mr. Zhou, but Su Fan could tell that he was from the Wu clan because his heavy voice was an important feature.
It was not surprising that he recognized that he was not a member of the Wu clan. The Wu clan relied on their powerful physical body to attack the enemy, so how could they use their spiritual energy as skillfully as he did.
"There are four forces outside the territory. One side is the most primitive people from outside the territory, the other side is the Celestial Demon Tribe, and the other two parties are the people of our martial tribe and...the ghosts of the temple." Mr. Zhou was still talking leisurely.
history, completely regardless of whether Su Fan was listening as he fought hard.
"You are not a member of the Sky Demon Clan, because although the Sky Demon Clan is timid and afraid of death, they are not willing to kill each other. It is even less likely that they are from the Martial Clan... and the local residents are even more timid and unimaginable. You are from the temple.
Come on, I didn’t expect that the temple has not been completely destroyed after so many years.” Mr. Zhou’s voice suddenly became calm and he said in a deep voice.
Su Fan didn't know how to answer his words. If he was not from the temple, then he was helping the temple at the moment. If he was, then he was still a citizen of the Song Dynasty.
Silence is the best answer. It neither deceives him nor goes against Su Fan's true intentions.
There are more and more demon soldiers, like an ant nest destroyed by floods. Su Fan feels a little tired after fighting until now, and he doesn't know how many more demon soldiers will come out.
"If it's just you two, let's go. That old gentleman's cultivation level is indeed very high. I can't even see through it, but your cultivation level is still not enough. Leave quickly." Mr. Zhou's tone changed back to a slow and lazy tone.
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Suddenly, streaks of fire lighted up, and a familiar shout came into his ears. Su Fan was startled: "Tiejiang Liu."
When he quickly flew to the light of the fire, he saw Liu Tiejiang who was wielding a giant ax and slashing hard. Every time he swung the giant ax, a large number of demon soldiers would fall down, and each of them died tragically.
If his brain wasn't shattered, his entire body would have disappeared, which was extremely tragic.
Taking a quick look at the butcher, Su Fan was secretly frightened. Even he, a man who kills without batting an eye, couldn't bear to look at it at this moment and hurriedly left without looking at it.
As soon as he turned around, the fisherman, who was as free as twirling flowers with his fingers, appeared. With a wave of his hand, dozens of people fell down immediately, all of them dead with fearful expressions on their faces.
He shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. A man in front of him who looked very similar to himself was slashing people quickly. Just as he was confused, another man who looked like a fisherman appeared.
Two fishermen appeared at the same time, and Su Fan suddenly realized that they were actually the carpenter's puppets. It was really miraculous that they could be fake and fake.
Suddenly a big hand grabbed Su Fan's arm and flew quickly. Su Fan couldn't break away for a moment. When he saw the man clearly, he had already landed in the "Tianyao Pavilion" shop.
In the dark pavilion, there was only one oil lamp that was about to go out.
There was a person sitting on the rocking chair, and there was a short young man standing next to that person. At this time, the young man looked at Su Fan excitedly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was afraid of the person sitting next to him, so he had to remain silent.
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"We are from the temple." The old man was silent for a moment and then said first.
The middle-aged man who should be Mr. Zhou was still lying on the rocking chair with a calm expression. He drank a glass of wine and said lightly: "This wine is still not as good as the peach blossom wine of the Song Dynasty."
"Peach blossom wine?" Su Fan's expression changed drastically and he exclaimed.
This performance made several people in the room extremely curious, especially Mr. Zhou who sat up. He stood up and said in surprise: "Why, you also know?"
After pondering for a while, he seemed to have thought of something again, and then he laughed at himself and said: "That's right, I'm afraid your cultivation level has not been outside the territory, so it doesn't matter, there are not many people who have been outside the territory."
Su Fan smiled slightly and said calmly: "I wonder if seniors know where this peach blossom wine comes from in the Song Dynasty."
The old man did not tell Su Fan's identity directly, but waited for the interesting conversation between the two. A conversation between a Song Dynasty person and a person who admired the Song Dynasty very much, but did not know the identity of the other person.
"I remember many years ago... that year I passed through a small county in the Song Dynasty and had a drink in a certain village. I have forgotten the specific name." After saying that, Mr. Zhou raised his head, as if there was nothing there.
He glanced at the young man, seeming to regret telling him this.
"That village is called Peach Blossom Creek, but you may not be able to drink it in the future." Su Fan said calmly.
Mr. Zhou's body suddenly shook, his eyes stared at Su Fan, and he quickly asked: "Why is this?"
Su Fan smiled bitterly, shook his head helplessly and said, "It's a pity that the village was massacred."
Mr. Zhou sat down silently, as if he had lost something. He was so lost in thought that he even forgot to ask the two of them their purpose.
"So you are from the Song Dynasty, no wonder you feel that way." Mr. Zhou muttered to himself. After a moment, he came back to his senses and said softly: "I don't know why you are here. You must not be here to kill me."
Just silence them."
Su Fan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou has no ill intentions towards us, so we will naturally treat you with courtesy... It's just that the person next to you... he is my friend."
Mr. Zhou looked surprisingly calm. He waved his hand casually, beckoning the short young man to leave, and said, "I picked him up and reshaped him. If you know him, then let's go."
Immediately, a magic spell was fired, during which he explained: "The reason why I put a restriction on his cultivation voice is because I was afraid that he would expose his identity as a Song Dynasty person, and the Song Dynasty people would definitely die here."
Su Fan glanced at Liu Shaoyu who walked quickly to his side, raised his fist towards Mr. Zhou and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."
Liu Shaoyu looked at Su Fan anxiously, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak for a long time, so it was difficult to say clearly.
After being confused, Su Fan finally understood what he meant.
"He said he wanted to serve you." Su Fan looked at Mr. Zhou in surprise.
Mr. Zhou looked slightly startled, then laughed and said: "Since you have met a friend, then leave."
Liu Shaoyu shook his head hurriedly, his face looking extremely unhappy.
Su Fan sighed helplessly and said, "Since he doesn't want to leave, then just follow Mr."
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There is nothing else to do but leave.
After saying goodbye, Su Fan and the two walked out of the "Tianyao Pavilion" door.
Suddenly Liu Shaoyu came up to him and said hurriedly: "My master, is he okay?"
This sentence was very clear, and it was obvious that he had thought for a long time before he could say it so clearly.
Su Fan smiled faintly and said: "Senior Zuixian is very good at Old Wine Street. I will go there again if I have the chance."
Liu Shaoyu nodded silently, and then begged: "If you have a chance to see his old man, you must tell him that he is safe, and say that I am fine."
I didn’t ask why I wanted to stay. Since I stayed, there was a story about the past.
Even he himself couldn't figure out the relationship between master and disciple.
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The demon soldiers in Xinqing City were completely wiped out in just this moment. You didn't need to guess to know that this was the old man's plan, but I didn't know what he wanted to do with this city.