In Jianmen Square, Lin Huiyin, who was surrounded by several Jianmen's law enforcement officers, looked pale.

Lin Lang seized Lin Huiyin's biggest handle. The Xueji Mind Method she practiced was not the secret teaching of Xiaoxiang Sword Sect.

But this matter involves the reputation of the master, and she must not say it in public.

Since she could not prove her innocence, she could only let Lin Lang pour dirty water on her.

After all, she accused Lin Lang of murdering his master, but there was no evidence at hand.

"call..."

Lin Huiyin looked at the law enforcement swordsman who was forcing her in front of her. She took a deep breath and remembered Chen Qiu's previous instructions. She gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

"My junior brothers and sisters, if you believe me, you will rush to me and buy time."

Lin Huiyin said to the dozen inner disciples behind her:

"This is a matter between me and Lin Lang, and it is also a matter of safety in Jianmen. After a moment, the truth will be revealed."

"Lin Lang!"

Lin Huiyin walked forward with her sword again, her long gown fluttered, her black hair swayed, and she shouted:

"Under the bright world, you can't hide the evil things you have done! I will hold the Xiaoxiang Echo Sword in my hand and take your life to comfort Master!"

"Swish"

Lin Huiyin raised the long sword in her hand, and the several law enforcement swordsmen in front of her were not afraid. She raised her sword and stepped forward. In an instant, the sword wind blew around, and Lin Huiyin fought with the law enforcement man.

She fought against several people alone, and her body flew around, and her spirit was like a dragon.

Someone in the square behind him wanted to come forward to help, but was forced back by the inner disciples behind Lin Huiyin with swords.

"Don't go forward!"

They shouted to their fellow disciples:

"Senior sister is innocent, it's all Lin Lang who harmed her!"

But Lin Lang's confidants were also mixed in the outer sect. Seeing that the outer sect disciples were about to be forced to open, those confidants became noisy.

"If there is no ghost in your heart, why don't you dare to accept the test?"

"Brothers from the outer sect! These inner sect disciples used to bully us, and today is the time to vent their anger!"

"Senior Brother, support us, don't be afraid! Kill these people who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors!"

Hundreds of people gathered in the square, and when the scene was chaotic, it was a little unsuppressed.

The inner disciple shouted with a sword, and the outer disciple also looked dissatisfied. The long-term conflict has become sharp today, just like a powder barrel is ready. Just wait for a drop of Mars to fall into it, and...

"Bang"

While pushing each other, a female disciple of the outer sect fell to the ground and was trampled by many people. In fear, she screamed.

"The inner door kills people!"

"Brothers, come on!"

The roaring sounds were connected, and several more people took the lead and rushed towards the sword formation surrounded by the inner disciples. This was like a dam being destroyed and it was out of control.

In just a moment in the square, several people died under the sword of their fellow disciples, and the blood-stimulating square became more and more uneasy.

The inner disciples are very skilled in martial arts, while the outer disciples are numerous.

When both sides saw the blood, they could no longer hold it.

"Junior sister! Did you see it?"

Lin Lang stood on the steps and looked at the chaos in front of him. He laughed loudly and shouted to Lin Huiyin, who was fighting with the law enforcement swordsman:

"This is all your sin!

Those innocent disciples died because of you!”

The shouting and the bloody smell that floated over made Lin Huiyin's heart tremble. Her feet were a little confused and she was cut through her neck by a sword. She was only a little short of it and she would be sealed by a sharp sword.

But at this time, the seven swords had passed, and Lin Huiyin's Xiaoxiang Jue Sword was deployed. During the fierce counterattack, a law enforcement swordsman was cut off from his left hand by the sharp sword.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Lin Lang looked at the law enforcement swordsmen and was forced back by his desperate junior sister, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

He grabbed the sword in his hand and walked down the stairs step by step amid the chaotic shouts of killing. He looked at the junior sister who was as surprised as a geek in front of him, and the sword wind was everywhere, like a goddess in the wind.

His eyes were filled with a tangible jealousy and resentment.

He said:

"You left and found a place, but I can't bear to hurt you or harm you for the rest of my life."

"Why...why are you coming back!!!"

Amid these resentful shouts, Lin Lang was like lightning, and he also waved his sword to join the battle group.

Behind these brothers and sisters who have lived together for death, in the square in front of Xiaoxiang Hall, there is a bloody battlefield intertwined with anger and resentment.

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"Hey, brother."

Li Yijian covered his stomach and ran out of the yard, rushed to Xiaoxiang disciple who was guarding a three-story wooden building. He asked in Luoyang dialect with an awkward expression:

"Where is your toilet? I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, I can't help it."

"How did you get here?"

The disciple held the sword in his hand and asked sternly.

Li Yijian was so scared that his body trembled, and he took a few steps back, and he said:

"I am...I am..."

"Who are you!"

The disciple rushed up with a sword, which attracted the attention of several others. They all stepped forward, all of whom were Lin Lang's confidants.

Hearing the sound of the sword bell, he didn't go to gather, so he guarded the head Lin Wandong here.

Seeing the people around him walking, Li Yijian lowered his head and said tremblingly:

"I am your grandpa!"

"puff"

The tamper pulled out a short knife from his waist, harshing the wrist of the disciple in front of him, and then turned around and ran away.

Seeing someone committing an offense, several swordsmen immediately pulled out their weapons and chased after them. After they were led away by Li Yijian, Shen Qiu and Xiao Tie rushed out from the other side.

The swordsman whose wrist was stabbed by Li Yijian was about to shout, but Shen Qiu kicked the heart and his heart was hit once. His eyes flipped in front of him and fell into a pool of blood.

"Little Iron!"

Shen Qiu pulled out the Hongming sword and rushed towards the wooden building in front of him. When the iron-breaking boy heard Shen Qiu's shouting, he stopped in place, waved the iron stick in his hand, and the iron heart in his body was determined to move. With the sound of exhaling, the iron stick in his hand smashed out like a heavy sword.

"open!!!"

"Bang"

The heavy iron rod hit the wooden building door, and the door, together with the inner department's bolt, flew open all over the place, and wood chips splashed everywhere.

Shen Qiuyu started his Phantom step, and his body accelerated three points, rushing into it like a fast shadow.

The next moment, a sword hit him, and Xiao Tie rushed into the wooden building and saw Senior Brother Shen Qiu rushing up the stairs. There was already an extra corpse at his feet.

He also followed immediately, but what appeared on the second floor was no longer the disciple of Xiaoxiang, the sword.

Four men in black blocked the stairs leading to the third floor. They either held strangely shaped straight blades or wore gloves with finger blades. Their breath was cold and their faces were gloomy, not like good people.

"Seven Quatrains of Disciples..."

Shen Qiu glanced at Xiao Tie and said:

"Can you deal with it?"

"able!"

Xiao Tie moved his wide shoulders, and he held the iron rod and said to Shen Qiu:

"If there is a heavy sword in your hand, it will be easier."

"Ha, you guy."

Shen Qiu laughed and said:

"Next time, I will prepare an iron sword for you... If you lose, just run away, don't hold on!"

He reminded him that Chen Qiu flew up, took advantage of the table and wall twice, crossed the heads of the four people, and landed on the stairs leading to the third floor.

Strangely, the four people didn't stop them.

They just dispersed silently, watching the iron-clad boy rushing over with an iron stick.

This action made Chen Qiu feel sank.
To be continued...