...In the drizzle, a gong sounded. After a moment of stopping, someone shouted loudly: "Those who offer Li Zuoche's head will reward tens of thousands of gold, and even the King of Chu brought a villa with an independent courtyard!"

The shouts were long and echoed in the rain, almost spreading the ten-mile long street. This was obviously a very clever immortal method. With this trick alone, no one believed that Li Zuoche could still walk out of the sand city alive today.

Even though his cultivation is not weak, how could he have so many opponents of the Demon Clan Shenwu Guard like a wolf or a tiger? Didn’t this group of demon bastards all went to Jincheng west, and when did they come back?

The long alley is misty and rainy, and the end of the alley seems to be a dead end. There are pursuers behind, ambush beside them, and the road ahead is broken. Wouldn't this be in a desperate situation?

At the end of the road, this is the case. The people who fled desperately finally felt desperate. Some people even raised their long swords and prepared to commit suicide...

But at some point, a colorful oil-paper umbrella floated in the rainy alley. Under the umbrella was a weak young man who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

In this misty slanting breeze and drizzle, in the chilly spring, he was wearing a thin gray scholar's robe. The slight wind blew his clothes, making him exuding a graceful wind all over his body.

He was wearing a pair of tall wooden clogs, his neat toes were exposed diagonally, like washed lotus root nodes; his long hair was tied up, and an ebony hairpin on his head was inserted perfectly, which made him look like a small path servant again.

"Young master, go quickly and don't come here, it's dangerous!" A man covered in blood shouted loudly.

Yes, we are going to die, but you are still old when you are gilded. How could you die in this rainy alley in vain?

No one answered, but people only felt a colorful cloud floating by in front of them, and the umbrella floated over like willow leaves in the wind.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded: "If you want to see the day of revenge, if you want to see the devil give you a head and the day when the traitor is killed, please stand behind me."

"Let me kill the enemy and eliminate the evil spirits, and then let's rush out of the sand city together."

After the boy finished speaking, his figure had already floated up like lotus leaves. The fine raindrops were windless and turned, and the air was conveying an endless atmosphere of murderousness. The raindrops suddenly shot towards the roofs and walls not far away like sharp arrows, and screamed from all directions one after another, bringing a bloody pleasure.

Li Zuoche quickly recognized who was coming, and his eyes suddenly shone: When did this guy have such a handsome spell?

Alas, who would have thought that this guy who is annoying to everyone on Qingluan Peak in Beishan, this junior brother who is recognized as the biggest "scumulative" of the Beishan School, now looks so pleasing!

"Everyone, follow me!" He let out a long roar, the long sword in his hand shone coldly, and flashed behind the little boy.

"Fifth Junior Brother, why are you here?" he asked.

"Hulala", "Dingding Ding!" When he asked this, the gang members behind him followed without hesitation.

"Senior Brother Third, sorry, I overslept, I'm late!" Zhao Xiaobai said so.

As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy had already fluttered in the wind again. When he looked back, his right hand was swaying, and a dense rain curtain enveloped a group of dead soldiers, but his people had already stepped on the tiles.

A sudden golden light appeared in front of me, as if countless streams of fire were shooting in all directions, and screaming in endless voices declared that the enemy's encirclement was being destroyed.

This is the immortal method to destroy the dead!

More than a dozen people burst into shape in the drizzle, with blood flowing in their swords and shining with cold light... A series of small tadpole-shaped sword shadows suddenly shot out from the sky, slashing these people with blood and falling like rain.

There were also brave guys who rushed to the place ten meters in front of the boy. With a clear rebuke, the dazzling umbrella suddenly rotated rapidly, and the rain line was like a sharp blade. These guys screamed and fell to the ground...

The air was filled with blood and the strange smell of burnt skin and flesh. The enemies lying outside the circle were like fireballs, or blue smoke came out of their bodies, exclaiming to escape...

It was that simple, Zhao Xiaobai didn't even pull out the Mengchen Sword on his waist.

Li Zuoche saw his two "brothers", one of whom was on fire, the other was smoking, and was running away... He felt his eyes burst into tears, and the rising anger made him roar, but the rain curtain stopped his ambition to revenge...

Zhao Xiaobai suddenly turned around and smiled, and the faint rain curtain suddenly broke like glass.

This is great! He suddenly rose up. He felt that the "Lingbo Piaomiao Step" he had practiced for more than ten years, and had never been as smooth as today, as he was now...

There were intertwined figures on the roof. He cut off the head of a "brother" without hesitation. Another "brother" was grabbed by him with anger, and threw it into the alley with a "slap" and fell to the feet of the dead soldier in the gang.

He wants his brothers to enjoy the taste of revenge.

The man knelt on his knees in the mud and water, begging for mercy humbly: I have an old mother in the high hall above and a child below. I am lost this time, and it is a matter of love. Brothers, please spare my life!

No one answered, no one sympathized with it, and a slap of meat was like rain, and this man became a pool of meat...

"Hahaha..." He laughed loudly, feeling that the pleasure of life was nothing more than this,... escaping from death and killing his enemy with his hands.

"Fifth Junior Brother, today, no one in this sand city is your enemy. Please help me, I will pick Gu Changfeng's nest!"

Looking at the junior brother's hair floating in the drizzle, he was slightly surprised: Is this really my fifth junior brother? No matter how deep he is, how could he become so strong at once?

But at this moment he was full of passion, with fanaticism in his eyes. The dead soldiers under his command were all ready to beat, with a keen light in his eyes.

"Okay, then you will lead the way."

The boy's voice was quiet, as if he was not killing people to save people just now, but just climbing the mountain with a group of friends on the way from school.

"That tree is so big, I want to pick it up!"

"Okay, go, I'll give you a wind below so that you won't fall down and fall down your butt!"...

...Many years later, the grandmothers in the city always like to tell the children about the shock that happened in the sand city when the spring rains were continuous.

Reversal: The group of nerds on the Left Bank of Duanjiang, the leaders of the demon clan who insisted on rebelling against the demon clan in desperate situations, were about to die soon...

However, God was merciful and sent a little boy with an umbrella to retreat with one hand. While chatting and laughing, the vicious Shenwu Guard was destroyed; the smoke from the demon cave in the sky was rolling, and the demon traitor Gu Changfeng obediently gave his head...
Chapter completed!