Chapter 48 Gongsun Ying's goal as a swordsman is to be invincible...

The dungeon of the Monster Hunting Bureau.

The jailers were more alert than usual, patrolling back and forth in the prison with knives slung over their shoulders. The murderous faces of the jailers were reflected in the dim candlelight.

The Daolu Master has issued an order that in extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken. If any prisoner attempts to cause trouble or even escape from prison, he will be killed without mercy.

The prisoners, whether they were demons or evil spirits, had all been imprisoned with formations. However, the barbarians were invading, and although the city was being hunted for them, there was no guarantee that there would not be some who slipped through the net.

If someone were to find the dungeon and release the prisoners, they would cause trouble in the city, and the city of Sizhou would be in chaos. How would it be possible to defend it?

Fortunately, what made the jailers feel a little relieved was that the prisoners in every cell were relatively honest, either sleeping soundly or staring blankly at the wall.

It seems that the previous care was very effective, allowing these prisoners to recognize their own status. No matter whether you are a dragon or a tiger, once you enter the Demon Hunting Bureau, you have to lie cross-legged.

The relieved jailers walked more quickly, and the next moment, they felt a slight vibration under their feet.

Only a large army of thousands or tens of thousands of people, stomping on the ground in unison, could cause such a commotion.

The dog barbarians are coming!

The jailers' bodies suddenly tensed up, and the prisoners in the cell also felt the ground shaking. They turned around and looked over in confusion.

"Is this the earth dragon turning over?"

"That's terrible, open the door and let us out."

"Sir, we are just doing some tricks to make a living. It's not a crime worthy of death, right?"

The eyelids of a jailer jumped, and his hand was on the black scabbard at his waist.

There's no need for such a big reaction to such a small thing. It's obvious that someone is secretly fanning the flames.

The jailer's cold eyes swept across the prison, trying to find out who was inciting the prisoners, but another high-pitched voice sounded: "They want to take advantage of the situation to carry out lynching! Those of you who have a backup plan should not hide it, rush out together, otherwise you will become innocent souls under their knives!"

These prisoners were originally a group of evil spirits. They acted like evildoers because they were punished and frightened. Now that they were instigated, one by one they couldn't hold back.

In each cell, there were explosions, incantations, and strange roars one after another, and most of the prisoners began to attack the formation.

The jailers had no choice but to draw their swords, but the clanging sound of the blades coming out of their sheaths only aroused the prisoners' ferocity.

There is no way the two sides can reconcile.

Bang bang bang!

The first cell was breached and a gigantic toad jumped out. It stuck out its tongue and several ice crystals shot towards the jailers.

The jailers blocked with knives, and just as they were about to knock off the ice crystals, the brick wall beside them suddenly made a loud bang and was smashed to pieces by someone's fist.

Dust spread in the dark dungeon, and the jailers were blinded. A rotten hand that smashed the brick wall swept towards them, and it seemed that it was about to grab them all in its palm.

"Ding ding dang dang!" A shrill copper bell sound suddenly rang out, and a colorful ribbon swirled out and collided head-on with the rotten hand, and in a few seconds it tightly wrapped around the hand.

The red-clad mistress, wearing an official hat and a big red shirt, had her legs healed at some point. She walked out of a prison cell holding a copper bell and said coldly, "Let's see who dares to escape from prison."

"Pah, you really think you are a noble and upright person."

After a disdainful sneer, several balls of dark green flames flew out from the darkness and quietly approached the back of the red-clothed mistress.

Just when the dark green flame was about to burn the red-dressed master's robe, a long and distant sound of a conch shell rang in everyone's ears.

A golden umbrella rose to the sky, and a ball of nectar flew out from under the umbrella, repelling the dark green flames. Qu Shan, the leader of the Sizhou branch of the Luojiao, who was wearing tattered clothes and looked as shriveled as a mummy, put his palms together and chanted: "Puhua made a thunderous sound, white clouds flew to the top of the head, nectar sprinkled on Mount Xumi, and I drank the elixir of immortality."

While walking behind the red-dressed mistress.

The red-dressed mistress snorted coldly.

Qu Shan listened to the numerous footsteps in the darkness and said softly, "Let's deal with these evil demons first. We can talk about our grudges later."

The red-dressed mistress did not comment, but did not attack Qu Shan either.

The two of them supported each other and temporarily stopped the prisoners from attacking the prison and protected the prison guards.

But they were all seriously injured, and the other prisoners were numerous and powerful. Seeing that the two men were fighting and retreating with the jailers, they were about to lose the prison. At the dungeon door, they heard orderly footsteps.

Shi Yishan, along with a few demon hunters, walked into the dungeon with a magic sword in one hand and a talisman in the other, expressionless on his face.

"Lord Daolu has ordered," he said coldly, looking at the prisoners whose faces were changing and slowly retreating, and stepped forward with a sword in hand, "Anyone who escapes from prison will be killed without mercy."

After a brief moment of silence, a demon turned around and tried to escape into the prison, but was pierced through the back by a ribbon.

The blood splashing in the air ignited the prisoners' fear of the Demon Hunting Bureau and the government, and they turned around and fled, but it also ignited the anger of the jailers and demon hunters.

Shi Yishan glanced at the red-clothed mistress and Qu Shan, and without asking any more questions, he uttered one word: "Kill."

The jailers and demon hunters raised their swords.

There were chaotic footsteps and puffing sounds, but the clearest sound was this:

"kill!"

A strong smell of blood permeated the dungeon of the Demon Hunting Bureau.

…

The south of the city is a place where all kinds of people gather.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sound of fighting could be heard from outside the city. All the doors were closed at this time, and only a group of demon hunters in green clothes and black shoes were still on their way on the street.

Lu Yao, who was originally leading a team to track down the lame Taoist priest, was urgently recalled by the Demon Hunting Bureau and led everyone to run towards the Bureau.

At this moment, a group of men and women wearing scantily clad clothes, with pierced skin and golden hooks hanging on their necks suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

Evil cult members!

Lu Yao stopped and stretched out her hand to stop everyone. She took out a talisman and placed her other hand on the magic sword. Seeing that the other side did not seem to have any intention of attacking, she thought for a moment and slowly said, "What can I do for you?"

"I am Yinjiao Huayan." The leading woman bowed, her eyes clear, she did not look like an evil demon that could not communicate. She seemed to be worried about being misunderstood, so she did not come forward, but stood two meters away, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, it seems that you were looking for someone in the casino earlier?"

Lu Yao said: "So what?"

Huayan pursed his lips and said, "My lord, what you are looking for is a lame boy who was dressed similarly to us?"

Lu Yao remembered that Sect Master Xue had told them that her junior sister had seen a lame boy in Guanshan County. She nodded, then frowned slightly and asked tentatively, "Could it be that you are looking for him too?"

"That's right." Just as Hua Yan finished speaking, a man behind him stepped forward and said angrily, "Your Excellency, you don't know that this thief is using the name of our Yin Sect to cause trouble everywhere. We have been tracking him for more than half a year."

Lu Yao was slightly startled, hesitated for a moment, and asked again: "May I see the certificate of ordination?"

Huayan showed no displeasure, nodded and said, "Please."

After saying that, a member of the Yin Cult presented a certificate of ordination to Lu Yao for inspection.

Lu Yao handed the certificate of ordination to a demon hunter behind her who specialized in authenticity verification. After he identified it and nodded, Lu Yao heaved a sigh of relief, returned the certificate, and then told her the whole process of the investigation.

Huayan's face turned pale when he heard this, and he said in hatred: "What a great way to cultivate responsibility, cultivate this life, and cultivate disasters!"

The golden hook on a female Yin Cult cultivator hummed: "Let's catch him and let him know how powerful the Yin Cult is!"

Lu Yao glanced at her and thought, this is someone the Demon Hunting Division wants to catch, how can I give it to you? However, now is not the time to argue about this.

"Fellow Daoist Hua, I understand your feelings, but I need to go back to the Demon Hunting Division first. I still need to make a long-term plan for this lame Taoist..."

"No." Hua Yan finished speaking, and seeing Lu Yao's face darken, he quickly quickened his pace to explain, "We found out that this person wanted to create a monstrous disaster in Sizhou City. We didn't know the reason before, but now we know that this is the fundamental way of his cultivation."

Behind Lu Yao, a group of demon hunters gasped softly.

"You mean," Lu Yao raised her head and glanced at the dark clouds above her head, "this time the barbarians invaded the border, and it was related to him?"

"perhaps."

Huayan bowed deeply and said, "This person is hiding in the dark, and I don't know what he will do. Sir, we in the Yin Sect are willing to work with you to find out where he is."

Lu Yao held the magic sword without moving, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Her original mission was just to find the lame Taoist priest. This person had a profound cultivation, and even Lord Dao Lu only lame one of his legs and was unable to keep him.

With just a few of them facing this guy, it is hard to say whether they can catch him or not, let alone save their lives.

This Yinjiao Huayan is so confident, I don't know if he is really sure or he is unaware of the lame Taoist's methods.

Furthermore, Sect Leader Xue was also captured by the Inuyi Evil God. Could it be that this was also secretly controlled by the Lame Taoist?

Whether it was the lame Taoist priest or this battle to defend the city, both were more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

Lu Yao kept all the pros and cons and considerations deep in her heart. She took a step forward and was about to ask about Hua Yan's foundation in detail to test her cultivation level.

A ray of clear light broke through the air from afar, like a silver dragon, piercing through the accumulated black clouds from beginning to end, lighting up the dim Sizhou City with a ray of light.

The sound of fighting outside the city disappeared at this moment.

It seemed as if just a figure was enough to suppress everyone so that they dared not move.

Lu Yao and Hua Yan both raised their heads and stared at the female swordsman who was standing on the magic sword, wearing a moon-white robe and standing tall like a pine tree.

She hovered in mid-air on her sword, her body illuminated by a ray of sunlight that broke through the dark clouds. The circle of light made her figure even more ethereal and graceful, like an icicle formed under the eaves in winter, cold, sharp, yet crystal clear and extremely pure.

Man and sword are one, she is like a sharp sword standing there. No one will doubt the power of this sword, and no one will dare to test its sharpness easily.

This kind of demeanor makes people feel as if they are seeing the legendary ancient swordsman who holds the magic sword in the sky and suppresses ghosts and gods alone.

Even the extremely arrogant Inuyi Prince Nuzadu, who had invited the help of the evil god, looked up and shouted cautiously after she appeared: "Who is coming? I have good wine, please have a drink!"

Swordsman Li Zhou learned on the spot and imitated Mahakala's appearance to do the same to himself. He was feeling very proud of himself, but when he heard Nuzadu's call, he raised an eyebrow inwardly.

She had already thought of the swordsman's ID.

If we talk about the famous swordsman in history, it must be Gongsun Da Niang.

As a sword cultivator, what is the most important thing?

The sword is a weapon that can be used in a hundred battles. To be a sword practitioner, one's goal is to be invincible.

The swordsman's name is easy to choose, Gongsun, and she is going to win.

"Duotian Sect, Gongsun Ying." The swordsman Li Zhou spoke in a light tone, but in fact she secretly used the power of "Xin Duo". The entire Sizhou City was suppressed by her and was silent, and everyone could only listen to her.

"I was entrusted by the headmaster and the eldest sister," she landed lightly on the city wall, raised her hand, and Zhi Beiyou was already in her palm. The white blade was like frost and snow, and the sharp sword light flickered. She was so arrogant that she could not describe it. "I came here to kill the evil gods and clear the demons."

The three most important words, "have a big meal", were swallowed quietly and not spoken out loud.

Otherwise, what if someone else snatches it from her?

As the words fell, the rolling black clouds froze for a moment.

Thousands of Inu-barbarian soldiers were in turmoil, and their eyes, which were filled with fanatical murderous intent, suddenly became clear.