My wife is the sect leader

I saw a man in a black robe in front of him, with a mask on his face, his voice was a bit indistinct, but he was wearing a simple long sword on his waist.

For the person who suddenly appeared and scolded him, Tian Wang was also full of displeasure.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, no matter his peers or seniors were polite to him, how could the person in front of him be eccentric towards him.

Someone stood up and shouted: "Who are you? How dare you speak wild words to Tian Shaoxia?"

"puff!"

After the man's words fell, the black-robed man pulled out the simple long sword in his hand, and an extremely bewitching blood flower emerged.

fast!

too fast!

The black-robed man drew his sword surprisingly fast, and no one present could clearly see how he drew his sword.

"thump!"

With horror in his eyes, the man fell to the ground, blood flowing down his neck and onto the ground.

hiss--!

All the masters in the rivers and lakes around sucked in a breath of air, and a trace of panic could not help but grow in their hearts.

Killing people at the slightest disagreement is one of the few ruthless people in Jianghu.

Besides, this can't be regarded as a disagreement, can it?

The man in black took a look at Tian Wang, and stabbed like two sharp long swords.

"you!"

Tian Wang stepped back slightly, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead, "Who are you, and why do you want to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"Are you worthy of being called a swordsman?"

The man in black sneered, putting his palms on his waist.

go!

Tian Wang felt terrified when he saw this, and hurriedly ran to the rear.

"Pfft!"

But his running speed was too slow, and the sword light came quickly, piercing Tian Wang's back directly.

Then the blood-stained long sword returned to the black-robed man's hands again.

"me...."

Tian Wang could only fall down powerlessly, with his palms stretched forward, as if he wanted to escape from this place.

At this time, a monk came over, put his palms together in front of his chest, and said: "Amitabha, Baiyun Temple is a pure place of Buddhism, why should the benefactor want to kill?"

This person is the host of Baiyun Temple.

The black-robed man sneered, "How do you know I'm killing people?"

The abbot of Baiyun Temple said in a deep voice, "Because I sensed the killing intent in the benefactor's heart."

"Monk, you are right."

The man in black laughed loudly, and swept the simple long sword towards the abbot of Baiyun Temple.

The sword light is piercingly cold, as if it makes people fall into an ice cellar.

"Pfft!"

The abbot of the Baiyun Temple was directly split into a cloud of blood mist by the sword light, and sprinkled on the pure place of Buddhism.

Draw your sword!

Take the sword!

All the movements of the man in black were smooth and flowing, unrestrained and unrestrained, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

"This... this is the Suppressing Evil Sword!?"

Someone saw the origin of the ancient long sword, and then looked at the clothes of the man in front of him, and lost his voice in shock.

Originally, not many people knew the style of the Suppressing Evil Sword, but after the ghost swordsman became famous, more people knew about it.

Since the Suppressing Evil Sword was refined, it has only had one master.

Who is the owner of the Suppressing Evil Sword, no one in the world does not know, that is the famous ghost swordsman.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree!

All the masters of the rivers and lakes present retreated to the distance, not daring to provoke any more, for fear that he would kill them all.

"The devil's cult thieves dare to kill the host of Baiyun Temple!"

"I fought with you!"

At this moment, the monks of Baiyun Temple had blood-red eyes and rushed towards the black-robed man one by one.

"Since you also want to die, then I will fulfill you."

The man in black smiled, and rushed towards the monk of Baiyun Temple.

"Puff puff puff!"

In the blink of an eye, there must be someone who died under the sword, and within a few tens of breaths, the entire Baiyun Temple became a dead place, blood stained the place red, and the ground was full of the corpses of the monks of Baiyun Temple, and those who were still here just now The common people and the masters of the rivers and lakes also ran away long ago.

"This is the beginning."

The black-robed man looked at the back of the crowd, and then withdrew his gaze and walked down the mountain calmly.

........

Mando Hills.

Mantuo Mountain Villa is also a well-known force in the Jianghu. The owner of the villa, Wan Chun, is a second-rank cultivation base. He is willing to do good in the Jianghu.

When he was young, he and several sworn brothers were known as the Seven Heroes of the South of the Five Ridges. Later, because of an enmity with the altar master of the Demon Sect, the Seven Heroes of the Lingnan teamed up to kill the altar master of the Demon Sect, and was hunted down by the White Tiger of the Demon Sect. save him from death.

At that time, Wanchun even fled to Zhao country for refuge, and he didn't return to Yan country until the Demon Cult was kicked out of Dayan.

During the battle on Bikong Island, he went to Bikong Island to avenge his brother-in-law, and died in battle on Bikong Island.

Now Mantuo Villa is in charge of his eldest son Wan Xin.

At this moment in the lobby, Wan Xin was checking the income and expenditure of the villa for the past year.

"Villa.....The owner of the village..."

Suddenly, a blood-stained figure ran in scrambling.

"How is this going?"

Seeing this, Wan Xin immediately stood up 'Teng'.

This person is the teacher of Mantuo Villa, and he is also a third-rank master in the Jianghu, but he is so embarrassed at this moment.

"Someone came in."

"Who!?"

Wan Xin's expression turned extremely ugly.

"Pfft!"

A flying sword pierced through the door, directly piercing the teacher's body.

It wasn't until the teacher fell to the ground that a cold voice sounded.

"I."

As the voice fell, a figure slowly walked in. The man was dressed in a black robe and held a simple long sword in his hand.

When Wan Xin saw the sword, his pupils shrank suddenly, "Ghost Swordsman!?"

He and his father had personally been present to watch the battle between the Buddha and the Devil in Tianwumen, and they recognized the Evil Suppressing Sword at a glance.

The man in black didn't say anything, as if he had acquiesced.

A tinge of fear arose in Wan Xin's heart, but he still tried to calm down and said: "The battle on Bikong Island, the grievances between my Mantuo Villa and the Demon Cult have been settled, what do you mean by entering my Mantuo Villa now?"

Who is the ghost swordsman?

That is a top master master, even if there are ten of them, he is still no match for the ghost swordsman.

"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate."

The man in black said lightly, then raised his arm.

"puff!"

Wan Xin could only see a ray of sword light sweeping towards him, and then the light turned into darkness, and his life completely dissipated along with the darkness.

"thump!"

Immediately, his body fell heavily to the ground, and the fear in his eyes had not completely dissipated.

The man in black walked out of the lobby and walked towards the outside of Mantuo Villa.

At this time, the entire Mantuo Villa had turned into a sea of ​​blood, and no one survived.

........

At the same time, Yujing City is also surging.

With the prince's secret efforts, the second prince's party began to be purged on a large scale.

The censor and the officials began to write vigorously, and a large number of memorials were sent to Zhao Tianyi every day, and finally transferred to the imperial study.

Every day, some officials in the capital were taken into the sky prison and tortured. For a while, the government and the public were in turmoil, and everyone was in danger.

Yujing City, the second prince's other courtyard.

The lights flickered, erratically.

Zhao Mengtai sat on the rug, playing with the cage in his hand.

Yue Tingchen said with an incomparably solemn expression: "Second prince, the crown prince has started to attack."

Zhao Chongyin acted too fast, and began to cleanse the officials of the second prince and party on a large scale with lightning speed. A large number of officials related to Zhao Mengtai were all imprisoned. Some officials who were close or neutral all secretly voted for Zhao Chongyin. This made Zhao Mengtai completely passive.

And Zhao Mengtai was also caught off guard at the moment, he knew that the elder brother was warning him.

After all, the Heaven Worship Ceremony will be held in Zhongshan soon. At that time, the Crown Prince will hold the Heaven Worship Ceremony on behalf of the Yan Kingdom royal family, and only he, Zhao Mengtai, will be present in Yujing City.

He was also afraid that he would take action against the prince's party at this time, so he came to strike first.

"Yue Shangshu, you just need to remember those people who are close to Zhao Chongyin in the court." Zhao Mengtai sneered.

Yue Tingchen's eyelids twitched slightly, "Does Your Highness have any countermeasures?"

"Success is found in small details, wealth and wealth are sought in risks, and the case is determined"

Zhao Mengtai looked at the dim candlelight in front of him, and said lightly: "If you want to achieve great things and reverse the current predicament, you must fight hard. If you succeed, I will be the emperor of this world. If you fail, you will be nothing but a dead bone." Just a bunch."

Yue Tingchen's heart twitched slightly, "Your Highness, do you want to..."

Zhao Mengtai asked: "Ting Chen, have you thought about becoming the chief assistant one day and displaying your talents?"

Yue Ting Chen said: "I think about it all the time."

Zhao Mengtai put down the cage and continued to ask: "Now the only chance in this life is in front of your eyes. As long as you succeed, you can become the chief assistant. Do you want to do it or not?"

Yue Tingchen replied honestly: "I will think about it."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhao Mengtai laughed out loud, and his eyes lit up, "I don't think too much about it. If you do big things, you will either succeed or fail."

"If Zhao Chongyin died at the ceremony, who else in the royal family is my opponent?"

Hearing this, Yue Tingchen quickly lowered his head, as if to cover up the frightened expression on his face.

Kill the prince!

Even though Yue Tingchen knew that Zhao Mengtai had done this when he was in Sixiangmen, but hearing this now, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

At that time, Zhao Mengtai used Tianji Pavilion under his command to contact the Demon Cult and secretly killed Zhao Chongyin, but he was not successful, it could only be said to be a test, but now the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is different, as long as the assassination happens, the world will definitely be shaken.

If it is done, it will be another crown prince. If it is defeated, if it is found out, it will be lost forever...