Just as everyone in Wenyuan Pavilion rushed towards these demonic people, suddenly, a wall seemed to appear in front of them, firmly blocking the way. Many people directly hit the head, but the wall was very soft and did not cause any harm to them.

The head of Wenyuan Pavilion's eyes turned red with anger, "Demonic, I, Wenyuan Pavilion, are incompatible with you, and those who have the ability can release the barrier..."

"People, look, look here." At this time, everyone in Wenyuan Pavilion excitedly pointed to an area in the center and said.

The head of Wenyuan Pavilion turned his head in confusion and looked in the direction everyone pointed. Suddenly, he found that in their central area, there was a huge bamboo, and there was a huge rock under it. At this time, the bamboo continued to grow and scatter, almost covering the entire area. What they hit just now was the defensive cover formed by the bamboo.

Moreover, after the bamboo has grown, there are actually lightning and lightning passing through it, full of power, making people feel a little scared to see it.

"It's senior, it's senior, and Liu Yuanhua from Wenyuan Pavilion led all his disciples to pay homage to him." After seeing this bamboo, the head of Wenyuan Pavilion also showed excitement on his face and hurriedly bowed to the sky.

What they wrote this poem was only a small bamboo that could protect themselves, and only the Empty Senior could transform such a huge bamboo, surrounded by thunder and lightning.

"Greetings to Senior." Everyone in Wenyuan Pavilion bowed to the sky excitedly. Senior Piaomiao arrived. There was no need to worry about all this. The evil demon could be destroyed in a moment.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost? Come out quickly." The thin middle-aged man looked at the huge bamboo that appeared in front of him and said angrily. At the same time, he smashed his flying sword in front of him. However, the flying sword seemed to have encountered a stone and was directly bounced back. He was even shocked and took a few steps back.

"Management and capital don't believe in evil anymore." The thin middle-aged man said angrily, holding the flying sword in his hand, gathering all his spiritual power, and smashing it over. However, after this smash, the rebounding force bounced him out, spitting blood in mid-air, and it seemed that he had received a huge rebound force everywhere. Blood also collapsed and fell to the ground, howling in pain.

Seeing this scene, the people in the demonic path around him showed a look of surprise. When they broke through the Wenyuan Pavilion defensive formation, the flying sword broke out for a short time. Moreover, bamboo and stones appeared in Wenyuan Pavilion at that time, but they didn't hold on for too long, and there was no such thing as now. Their deputy captain smashed himself with all his strength and even vomited blood.

"Senior Piaomiao, since you are here, why bother to hide your head and tail?" The middle-aged man in the magic path asked in a hoarse voice, and at the same time he took out his magic weapon in his hand, ready to go, his eyes kept looking around, and also looked at the top of the mountain. It was Lan Suxin and the young man, and there was no senior Piaomiao at all.

"I refine my sword again. Before I can try the sword, please give it a try." At this time, Zhou Yu on the top of the mountain said slowly, and as he said, bursts of thunder sounded in the sky.

When the people of Wenyuan Pavilion heard this, they widened their eyes and looked at the young man on the top of the mountain, full of disbelief. They never thought that Senior Piaomiao was the young man who came with Fairy Lan.

"Oh, can you be the Senior Piaomiao? Hahahaha, don't joke." The middle-aged man made a hoarse voice again, full of suspicion. The appearance of this huge bamboo may be the mysterious guy who gave Lan Suxin the magic weapon or talisman, but it could not have been the guy who came in person.

However, Zhou Yu ignored him, but wrote on the desk in front of him. In the air, there was a thunder-thunder sword with thunder flashing lightning floating in the air. As he wrote, a huge sound emerged from the air. "I have never tried a sword for ten years. Today I will show you, who has any injustice?"

This is a poem for making swords. Also, it is a poem full of righteousness and murderous aura, which is just in line with the current artistic conception. The Fenglei Sword has just been recast, and it has not yet tested its power except for flying.

"Pretending to be a ghost, and fight me down." The hoarse middle-aged man saw that Zhou Yu actually ignored him, his face became extremely gloomy, and called on his subordinates to smash his flying sword towards the top of the mountain.

When these people were attacking the flying swords, Zhou Yu had already written the last word, and a white sword shadow full of righteousness and murderous aura appeared in the sky, emitting a dazzling cold light under the sunlight.

At this time, the white sword shadow flashed away and merged into the Fenglei Sword. The Fenglei Sword seemed to have felt something and emitted a burst of sword sounds. The thunder and lightning surrounding the sword also flickered even more violently.

"Please try your swords." Zhou Yu looked at the flying swords flying from the bottom of the mountain and said with a calm expression.

The Fenglei Sword moved when he heard this, turned into a ray of thunder and lightning, rushed to the bottom of the mountain, shuttled through the flying sword group for a while, and stayed in the air. The people in the demons watched their flying sword break into pieces and fell from the air. Some even covered their chests and spit out a mouthful of blood. When their flying sword broke, they had already disconnected from them, causing their minds to be injured.

"Run, run quickly." At this time, someone shouted, and many people in the demonic path ran away in scattered places. Their flying swords were cut so easily into several pieces. They had no confidence that their heads could be harder than the flying swords.

Seeing these people running around, the Fenglei Sword turned into thunder and lightning, disappeared in the air, and after catching up with those who ran, they returned to their original place in an instant. The whole body of those who were running into charred color. After falling to the ground, they were blown by the wind and turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

When the remaining demonic people saw this scene, they all showed horror on their faces. What kind of sword was this? The escaped person had no chance to resist. They turned into charcoal and ashes, and even could not escape the soul.

The hoarse middle-aged man in the lead shrank his eyes and his face showed a look of fear, "Everyone fights with him." While saying this, he pinched the magic tricks, turned into a ray of black smoke, and quickly fled towards the distance.

The Fenglei Sword disappeared in an instant. When it appeared again, it was already next to Black Smoke. It was still interested in parallel with Black Smoke for a while, and then cut a sword horizontally. A scream came from the Black Smoke. Then, it turned into ashes and dissipated in the air, and it didn't even have the chance to reveal its figure.

Seeing that their leaders were easily killed by the thunder and lightning sword, the other demonic people who wanted to escape were trembling in fear and bowed to Zhou Yu one by one, "Senior, please spare our lives. This is the idea of ​​the demonic son and has nothing to do with us. Please be kind and spare our lives."

"Senior, please spare our lives. We have not done anything bad that is harmful to the world."

"Yes, senior, I was blinded for a while and joined the Demonic Sect."

"Oh, is that right? Let's see if you are good or evil. 'There is no way of misfortune and good, and only people call it themselves. The rewards of good and evil are like shadows.'" Zhou Yu wrote two lines of poetry on paper, and then he pointed a little at the demonic people at the foot of the mountain.

A hint of righteousness emerged from the sky and flew towards the people at the foot of the mountain. Then, waves of black appeared above their heads, and the thin middle-aged man who was screaming was like black oil on his head, and it was almost flowing down.

"Please go on the way." Zhou Yu said lightly. These two lines of poetry are from the Taoist classic "Taishang Ganying Pian". The content is mainly to encourage people to be good. He accidentally discovered it. So he wrote these two lines of poetry and found that it has a magical effect of showing good and evil. The good people show white, while the evil people show black.
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