"ah--"

Ding Ding Dangdang—

There were constant screams inside and outside the city, and dense birds covered their vision, and the sound of collision could be heard everywhere.

Yangcheng is not small, with hundreds of streets and alleys and nearly ten thousand houses. It is difficult to find hidden monsters in chaos.

Zuo Lingquan searched more than a dozen streets and alleys in a blink of an eye, but did not find the demon. Instead, he found Song Fu, the old butler of Yanjiazhuang, among the crowd.

The larger the range of magic, the more it will inevitably dilute its influence on the single body, and people with a strong mind will also have a higher resistance to magic tricks.

The old butler Song Fu was born in the world and struggled all his life. He had no bad physicality and character at this time. He had not fallen into madness at this time, but his face turned blue and he fell into panic. He held a knife and glared at everything around him. When he saw someone close to him, he kicked him away.

Zuo Lingquan quickly came to the front and raised his hand to slap Song Fu's knife:

"Where are the Yunbao Taoist and others?"

When Song Fu saw that the person coming was Zuo Lingquan, his eyes suddenly became clearer, he showed joy, and said anxiously:

"The magistrate, go quickly. Something happened to the third master and the others. Go quickly..."

Seeing that Song Fu was unconscious, Zuo Lingquan did not ask in detail, and slapped him out with a slap, threw him into the house and sealed the door, and took off to the prefect's yamen in the east of the city.

The entire city was in chaos, and there were fires everywhere. There were dense birds above and there were no far away.

Zuo Lingquan ran to the yamen for a while, and before he could see the monster's body, a righteous scolding came from a distance:

"The demon will die!"

Boom-

Two thunder followed one after another and landed behind the county government office in the east of the city.

Zuo Lingquan flew to the vicinity and saw the clouded leopard Taoist half hanging in the air, covered with a blue thunder net, isolated from the flying birds rushing towards them.

And inside and outside the Yangcheng Yamen not far away, there was a mess.

Nearly a thousand people gathered here were all good-skilled warriors. After falling into madness, only a very small number of people were afraid of them, and most of them were attacking the surrounding people crazy.

Nearly a thousand people fought, and the scene was so chaotic that it was impossible to see clearly. Only blood stained the snowy face.

Nearly a hundred "immortal masters" who were originally gathered in the county government had some cultivation level and did not lose their minds at the first time. However, when such an accident occurred, they did not have the intention to subdue demons and earn money. When they realized something was wrong, most of them had fled, and only a few people were left, trying their best to start the chaos of everyone.

Yan Sanjie, the owner of Yanjiazhuang, was also fighting with a few people who had not fallen into madness to stop the killing of each other. However, they were not monks after all, and they could not kill their acquaintances. They could only find an opportunity to knock them out. After a moment, they were covered in blood.

Zuo Lingquan could not run to the fight at this time, so he jumped directly to the vicinity of Yunbao Taoist.

Behind the county government, in addition to the Yunbao Taoist floating in the sky, there are five monks with higher Taoist craftsmen on the ground, two of which were seen in the Yan family hall, and the rest were probably invited by big people in the city. They held magic weapons such as thunder bells and tried to help with their help with pale faces.

In the room where the Yunbao Taoist thunder was hit by the thunder of the clouded leopard, all the floor tiles exploded, revealing a huge pit.

There were countless black feathers scattered in the pit, and a black crow with a wingspan of nearly six feet was flipping up from the pit, roaring at the sky:

"Gar——"

The crow's bird's eyes are scarlet, and the feathers are as hard and sharp as blades. When you flap your wings, you can hear the sound of "Saus" with a harsh echo, and it can make people feel dizzy like a soul-squeezing bell.

Xie Qiutao was extremely fast. After seeing the giant crow, he jumped up high without thinking, holding the iron pipa in his hands, and smashed it down in the air with a mountain opening.

Boom-

The loud thunder-like sound of dry land resounded throughout the streets.

A shock wave visible to the naked eye appeared from the place where the pipa landed and spread to the outside into circular ripples.

The surrounding birds, the green bricks on the roof to the ground, were cracked under the impact of the cracks and rocks, and the dense birds were even shook into blood mist by the air.

But the crow's Taoist conduct was obviously not low. The pipa fell on his body, and his body instantly shattered into countless black feathers. The next moment, it had condensed on the roof of another house a hundred feet away, spreading its wings and shaking. The thousands of birds around him rushed towards him like crazy.

When Zuo Lingquan saw this scene, he noticed the unusualness of the crow. It seemed that there was no entity but just a phantom. He asked:

"What kind of monster is this?"

Xie Qiutao fell into nothing and retreated to Zuo Lingquan. She was also a little confused. It was obvious that she had never seen such a monster before.

Several immortal masters on the ground probably had just entered the Spirit Valley and could not control the wind. When they saw Zuo Lingquan flying over, one of them quickly reminded:

"This monster is an Iron Bell Crow. It comes from the barren mountain in the south. It is extremely rare. It is born with soul-sense techniques. It is difficult to get hurt by ghostly swords and swords. It can only be subdued by thunder."

When the dumplings next to Zuo Lingquan heard that they were fellow villagers, they quickly squatted on Tang Jingyan's shoulders, posing as a phoenix spreading its wings, imitating the crow's wings to shake its wings, making a sound of "Jijiji...", which seemed to be trying to fight with the crow, but unfortunately no bird listened to it, and no one cared about it.

The Taoist Yunbao who was flying in the sky heard the sound and attacked the crow with thunder, and said:

"You go and save the people in the city, and just give this demon to this path."

"Yunxian, don't be careless. This demon is extremely difficult to deal with. Although our Taoism is shallow, we can still help..."

While speaking, six monks of all sizes bombarded the giant crows floating on the streets and alleys with various thunder techniques.

Xie Qiutao does not know how to thunder, but he has a lot of unique skills to deal with monsters. He wanted to pick up the pipa to display it, but before she could move, Zuo Lingquan had already made a move.

After Zuo Lingquan refined his natal wood, he could use the thunder and wind techniques. Although he had never learned the relevant immortal arts, as a swordsman, he didn't have to learn some things.

After hearing the explanation of several people, Zuo Lingquanfei rushed forward and rushed towards the ghostly moving black crow.

Several immortal masters on the ground, when they saw this, they urgently reminded:

"Be careful, this demon sword is hard to hurt, and it is useless in close proximity..."

Before he finished speaking, a snow-bright sword light cut through the night sky, suppressing all the noise and words.

I saw Zuo Lingquan, wearing a black robe, hit the wind and snow, but in the blink of an eye, he came more than ten feet away from the black crow.

The Iron Bell Crow was extremely cautious, and his huge body scattered into flying feathers again. At this same time, the sword intent soared into the sky.

The Xuanming Sword wrapped in black cloth in Zuo Lingquan's hand was shattered, and the sword edge was unsheathed at some point. When he saw it, a black dragon had already taken action and pierced the wind and snow in front of him.

Swish-

The sword sound changed, unlike the ethereal spirit that was as clear as a quiet spring in the past, with a little noise, which slightly decayed the momentum of the sword.

But what is different from the past is that the ink dragon formed by the sword energy is surrounded by hundreds of electric snakes, wandering around like a thunder dragon rushing out of the Black Sea, shattering the heaven and earth in front of you.

The first time I used to draw a sword like this, it was too unfamiliar, which led to the sword energy being too dispersed and not condensed at a certain point. Countless lights scattered to the surroundings, shattering rubble and blue bricks.

But to the outsider's eyes, this earth-shaking formation is obviously more thrilling than a sword making a line.

Boom-

After a loud bang, the thunder dragon that had emerged from the sky had already hit the black crow.

The crows scattered into flying feathers, but the feathers were wrapped in lightning, making a "sizzling" sound.

When the black feather condensed into a giant crow again, the sword fire was no longer visible on the surface of the crow with iron feathers, but there was a stream of blue smoke, emitting a burnt smell, and the bird's eyes also showed a scattered look.

Crazy-

In front of everyone, the fierce giant crow fell from the air, smashing the house below, twitching all over, making it difficult to turn over any longer.

“…”

All the immortal masters were dumbfounded.

Zuo Lingquan landed at the top of the house, waiting for a while, but there was no movement of the crow, and he was a little confused. He put his sword in the sheath and looked back at everyone:

"Is this over for such a big battle?"

Taoist Yunbao floated in the air, looking at Zuo Lingquan, his eyes were incredible, his lips opened and closed, but he didn't say anything.

The shock in the eyes of several immortal masters on the ground came back to their senses:

"What's going on?"

"The monster was slashed with a sword. What else can I say? Isn't the sword immortal like this..."

"Is that sword just now? Is it the 'crazy thunder' of Jiang Taiqing and Jiang Jianxian?"

"It's a bit like... this immortal chief, isn't it Yun Zhengyang Yun Sword Immortal, the disciple of Emperor Jiang Jian?"

"The person's surname is Zuo..."
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