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Hai Dongqing's middle profound cold palm was on the verge of death. Tian Jue was surrounded and had gone mad, planning to take Hai Dongqing to kill his way out.

Tian Jue had never liked killing people, but since he was born in a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and he couldn't bear to see how rampant the evil people were, he had no choice but to step forward.

In this world, there was never a lack of chivalrous people, but the life and death of most of them did not attract much attention.

Tian Jue was struck by a sword. This sword came from Lu Pingfan and pierced through his chest. In that instant, he saw the face of his uncle who he had never met before.

Lu Pao unsheathed his sword and Tian Jue spat out a mouthful of blood. The time of his short life flashed through his mind.

Grief, joy, sorrow, and the smoke of the past …

He knew the end of this road. Otherwise, he would have to live out his grudge and grace for the rest of his life, and then retreat into the mountains. Otherwise, he would have to be killed by his enemies, or else he would have to climb to the peak and do his best to change the injustice of the world and save the people he had oppressed, even if they were already numb to it.

Tian Jue wasn't willing to give up. He stared at the blood-red world, surrounded by devils in black robes. The demon called Lu Pi smiled at him.

"You still don't have his ability!" Lu Pingfan stomped his foot on Tian Jue's face and spoke viciously.

Tian Jue's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was about to shed tears. He also glared at Lu Pi. But he could not speak. Blood was still pouring out of his mouth.

"Bastard!" Lu Pang was very unhappy to be stared at by Tian Jue. He raised his sword and was about to take the Heaven Sealing Jadeite.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute rang out. Lu Pingfan was startled, and the men in black started looking around for the source of the flute sound. It was as if the flute sound was coming from all directions.

"From the depths of hell comes the sound of the flute. Heh, the demonic purple leopard Qian Chou, putting on an act! " Lu Pingfan didn't panic. He had a treasure sword in his hand, and there were still so many people here. A Demon Master might not be able to do anything to him!

"Yo, Young Master is so knowledgeable!" The Lady Boss of the Coldwater Inn walked out from behind a tree not far away and covered her mouth while laughing.

After that, he lowered his hand and two silver needles flew out and pierced the throats of the two men in black. The two men in black did not see anything, and before they could react, they had already clutched their throats and fell to the ground.

"You!" Lu Pang wanted to get angry, but the Lady Boss covered her mouth again. Lu Pao stopped walking. He wouldn't forget that there was still a ghost who didn't show up.

The sound of the flute was still lingering. The Lady Boss's charming smile caused the black-clothed people to gradually lose their focus. She asked, "What did your sect's aristocratic families call me?"

"Demons and monsters confuse the hearts of the people. The path of demon is filled with countless needles. " A black-clothed person said uncontrollably.

After which, the man in black wielded his saber and hacked towards Lu Pao, who, seeing this, hacked the man in black into two halves.

"Hey hey hey, your own people are so decisive when it comes to killing!" A charming smile appeared on her face, yet in her heart, she had already scolded the young man riding the donkey countless times.

Why aren't they making a move? That damned bastard, could he be drunk again? Those two guys are really going to lose their lives if we wait any longer!

Just as she was thinking, a young man suddenly appeared above her. He held the wine jug in his hand and waved it with all his might, allowing the wine to spill onto everyone's position.

Sensing that something was amiss, Lu Pao and the rest lifted their heads. The wine turned into a fire in a flash and they quickly covered it up.

The youth took the opportunity to carry Tian Jue and Hai Dongqing away, running towards the charm. At that moment, a donkey came out, carrying Yi'er and holding a bamboo basket in its mouth.

Perhaps it was because she was a woman, but her heart ached for Hai Dongqing and Tian Jue. However, ever since she had received the two, her hands had never stopped moving.

At this moment, the young man removed the wine jug from his waist, took a big gulp from it, turned around and pointed his sheathed sword at Lu Pingyuan and company, "Have you heard of the Devil Dao's Immortal Drunken Wine?"

"Drunk …" Drunk … Drunk... Immortal! Upon hearing the young man's words, Lu Pingyuan's eyes widened. He was afraid that even if he wanted to be bald, he would never have imagined that he would be able to meet Immortal Drunken Wine today.

He wasn't excited by his encounter with the big shot, he was just scared. Immortal Drunken Wine was someone who could fight with the leader of the Southern Sword Sect head on, and he couldn't even be compared to him!

According to the records of the influential families in the Devil Dao, this was how Immortal Drunken Wine was described:

One donkey, one sword, one jug of wine, half drunk, half crazy, half deity.

It was hard for a stranger to see a sword unsheathed. The deceased wanted to say something but could not.

The so-called demigod was the acknowledgement of his martial arts skills. In the end, he explained how fast his martial arts were, and how many people were already dead when he met them. As for the things he saw, even if they weren't dead, he couldn't find any useful information.

"I was wondering who was the leader. It turns out to be you, a dog of the South Sword Martial School. I heard that there are seven of them. Today, we're going to lose one of them." Immortal Drunken Wine said with a disdainful look on his face.

"Let me see if you are as powerful as the rumors say." To be honest, if he didn't have the treasured sword in his hand, Lu Pingfan would definitely run for his life. But now, the sword in his hand gave him a lot of confidence.

At this moment, the middle-aged ghost spirit appeared in front of Immortal Drunken Wine with Violet Flute in his arms, "The person has arrived. Please go and save him, I will deal with this Earth Fiend."

"Well, anyway, I just like to see the reaction of others when they hear my name." After Immortal Drunken Wine said this, he went over to help the gyrfalcon up. He placed his palm on the gyrfalcon's back and sent inner force into the gyrfalcon's body. White smoke began to rise from the top of its head.

Lu Pingfan felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. He was extremely famous in this Central Plains, and this Immortal Drunken Wine was actually looking down on him.

Before he could accumulate too much anger, Gui Qian Chou's flute sound rang out again, but this time it was different from the previous melodious sound, becoming incomparably ear-piercing.

One after another, invisible blades rushed towards Lu Pao, but he waved his sword and blocked them all. The rest of the men in black took the chance to attack Gui Qian Sha.

There were twenty or thirty men in all sorts of clothes, rich men, peasants, fishermen, and peddlers.

They charged towards the black clothed man, this small area instantly turning into a mess.

Some of the men in black tried to escape in the chaos, but an arrow came from behind and pierced his throat.

Only then did he realize that there were still people from the Devil Dao around him, so they didn't plan on letting anyone go.

The archer, dressed in his hunter's clothes, was sitting on the tree, leaning against the trunk. He took out another arrow and said to the man on the other tree, "This man is not like beasts, but sometimes he is inferior to beasts. Those wolves rarely escape."

"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, there's not much difference between him and a fox." The man on the other side of the tree let out an arrow and said angrily.

Seeing that the person who was running away was dead, only then did someone among the black-clothed men react.

It turned out that the sound of Gui Qian Chou's flute had always been for the sake of arranging people, so there was no chance of escaping. However, it seemed a little too late now.

After the battle, there were quite a few Devil Dao injured cultivators, but none died. After all, the ones hiding in the dark were not only catching fish that slipped through the net, they were also responsible for helping their comrades on the battlefield.

On the other hand, the black-clothed men of the South Sword Sect had suffered a great number of casualties. Only a few scattered people remained were surrounded.

Lupang had always been in a passive situation, because the sword in his hand would not listen to him, while the Ghost Qian Chou's flute music transformed into all kinds of weapons that were thrown at Lupo.

In fact, Gui Qian Chou didn't use his full strength. He was good at dealing with changes.

Relying on this flute music to attack the opponent first didn't necessarily mean that the opponent would take the initiative first. There was also the possibility of exposing the flaw first.

He did not expect this Lu Pingyuan to be so tolerant, refusing to make a move. Actually, Elder Lu had long wanted to make a move, since he was afraid of Immortal Drunken Wine, he could not be afraid of Gui Qian Chou. However, this sword was not listening to him at all, which gave him an incomparable headache.

Finally, the sword was pushed back once. Lu Pi took the opportunity to pounce on Gui Qian Sha, who jumped up and retreated.