One after another figures broke through the clouds and stood in the sky. Tens of thousands of monks occupied all directions of the formation, surrounding the entire Tianjian Sect.

When everything was ready, three figures walked out of the void. Behind the Cangsong Taoist, the shadow of the huge green tree blocked the sky and the sun, and the shaking of the treetops could make the difference between day and night for hundreds of miles.

Venerable Pu Zhang holds an iron pestle and sits cross-legged on a golden lotus, looking like a living Buddha.

Xi Hua Fairy held a flower basket and waved the desolate Tianjian Mountain in an instant, and it was surrounded by colorful flowers.

"Demon Dao Li Changsheng, come out quickly to receive your punishment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind instantly blew away the Jianzong's main hall, revealing the two people sitting inside drinking, the only two people left in the Jianzong.

They drank wine without changing their expressions, and didn't even look at anyone else in the eye.

"Brother Li, I want Taoist Cangsong and his disciple."

"Apprentice can give it to you, but don't touch these three old guys."

"You are too greedy, just give me one."

"Eat your food one bite at a time, don't choke yourself to death. I won't erect a monument for you when the time comes. Elder He, if you are beaten to death here, the Sword Sect will really be dead. Don't expect me to help you pass on the inheritance.

He will pick up the Heavenly Sword and run away."

The two of them were talking to each other as if they were choosing food. Such gestures naturally made everyone frown, and a wave of anger arose spontaneously.

The leader of the Cangsong Sect angrily cursed: "Demon Dao Li Changsheng! Even when death is imminent, you are still talking nonsense here, you are a fool!"

Zheng!

The Heavenly Sword that Li Changsheng placed on the table suddenly came out of his body, a cold light shone, and the head fell. In an instant, the Heavenly Sword was returned to its sheath, and a human head was placed on the table, with blood dripping down the corner of the table.

"Demon Dao, no one has called me that for six hundred years."

The head of the Cangsong Sect stared, his skin stretched, his mouth slightly open, still in the same angry expression.

Everyone felt their scalps numb. Just now, they could not see how Li Changsheng took action. The only sounds they heard were the sounds of the Heavenly Sword being unsheathed and being sheathed, and then the head fell to the ground.

"Elder He, it seems that you don't need to play anymore, but there is a more important thing to entrust to you." Li Changsheng turned his hands and turned out an old bamboo flute, "The accompaniment, each song has one head, and the song ends with one person.

Death."

After saying that, he threw the bamboo flute to him. He Kun subconsciously took the flute and looked stunned. Unexpectedly, the other party actually kicked him out.

In the end, he smiled helplessly and said: "Not only can you not suffer any loss, but you also like to take advantage of others."

Pick up the bamboo flute and put it to your lips, breathe out, and the clear flute sound instantly spreads throughout the Tianjian Mountain. The melody is hunting, the sword is an iron horse, and the sword is famous in the sky.

There is no entertainment in the world of cultivation, and monks are mostly proficient in musical instruments. Gradually, the skills in music are generally average, and each sect has its own differences. This piece of music is named Sword Music.

Li Changsheng held the last bowl of wine in one hand and the Heavenly Sword in the other and stepped forward. Every step made the universe sound, and every step made the sword sound. The wind was blowing and the sky was boundless.

He crossed the threshold of the hall, raised his glass to the sky, and said in a loud voice: "I respect the knights of the Sword Sect, the second person who respects the righteousness of the world, and the third person who respects your head!"

After drinking it all in one gulp, the wine bowl fell to the ground with a clang and split into eight pieces. Li Changsheng had disappeared before the pieces landed again.

The cold light of the sword cuts through the nine states, and half of the red clouds are as deep as blood.

Li Changsheng stood in the air with his sword in hand, dressed in red, and the blood mist of ten thousand heads falling behind him was like a general's robe.

"The murderer, Li Changsheng."

The heaven and earth shook, and the uncertain brightness made the night look like day and the day dim.

The shouting of killing lasted for 23 days and nights, turning the land thousands of miles away into a dead place, and the vibrations could still be heard thousands of miles away.
Chapter completed!