Feiliu Jiange is located in the north of the Imperial Capital, about three hundred miles away from Tian'an City, the Imperial Capital of Daxia.

It occupies a large area and manages an entire small city called "Feiliu".

This can be regarded as a governance strategy of Daxia, which allows the sect to occupy a regional autonomy, strictly control the number of people recruited by the sect, and the court assists in governance.

In the entire Feiliu Sword Pavilion, there are about four to five hundred disciples in total. Of course, this does not count the handymen and slaves. If a real battle breaks out, the handymen and slaves are of no use at all.

The night was as deep as snow, and the air was filled with a chill that made it hard to breathe.

On the city tower of the small town, disciples from Feiliu Sword Pavilion and officers and soldiers stationed by the imperial court in Feiliu Small Town were patrolling.

In the city, on top of an exquisite pavilion, an old man wearing plain robes and carrying a thin sword stood on the top of the building.

The old man had his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, and his expression was extremely solemn.

There was a rapid knock on the door.

A middle-aged swordsman quickly entered the pavilion.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Oh no……"

"The news came back from Jiangling. Sanchuan was defeated. He was defeated by Luo Hong. Luo Hong used a secret method to reverse the waterfall with a sword. He was seriously injured and dying..."

The middle-aged swordsman's face was full of fear and anger.

Yu Sanchuan was a genius disciple of Feiliu Sword Pavilion, the eighteenth genius on the Mysterious Ranking, and the hope of Feiliu Sword Pavilion's future.

However, he suffered a disastrous defeat on Luoshen Lake, losing to Luo Hong, a fifth-grade man.

This battle almost completely ruined the reputation of Feiliu Jiange.

"Are you seriously injured or critically ill?"

"It would be better if I didn't die..."

The old man holding the sword breathed out gently.

The middle-aged swordsman was stunned. He had received the news relatively early. However, a second-grade elder had gone to Feiliu Jiange, so he wouldn't be able to protect Yu Sanchuan, right?

Feiliujian Pavilion has a total of five second-grade elders and one first-grade pavilion master.

This kind of strength is among the first-class sects in Daxia that were severely injured after being trampled by Emperor Xia's cavalry.

"well……"

"Shouldn't go."

"Sanchuan should not be sent to Jiangling. The sword appreciation conference held in Jiangling is a place of right and wrong. Although Feiliu Sword Pavilion has the support of the prince and has now become a first-class sect, but... if this matter is not handled well, Feiliu Sword Pavilion will

Jiange will suffer a great crime."

The old man said.

The middle-aged swordsman laughed dryly: "Pavilion Master, are you exaggerating?"

"There is a prince behind us..."

The middle-aged swordsman is a second-grade swordsman and an elder of Feiliu Sword Pavilion. He has good strength and a bit of confidence on his face, which is confidence in the strength of the sect.

The old man shook his head, raised his head, and stood in the attic corridor, feeling the cold wind in the middle of the night, and his heart could not help but feel cold.

suddenly.

A wind chime hanging on the eaves of the attic began to vibrate gently, tinkling and making a crisp sound.

The old man's eyes suddenly shrank.

He raised his head suddenly and looked at the darkness outside Feiliu City.

The second-grade elder also sensed something.

The two men's robes flew up, rushed out of the corridor, and landed on the top of the attic.

When I saw this, I was immediately stunned.

But outside Feiliu City, smoke and dust were billowing, which was the thick dust raised by the horses' hooves.

The old man looked solemn.

The middle-aged swordsman's expression changed drastically: "This is...the Luo family's black knight?!"

Boom, boom, boom!

In the dark night, Feiliu City was instantly shaken.

"Feiliu Jiange deceived the general's heirs, and the crime should be punished!"

"Be punished!"

"punish!"

The sound of horse hooves fell on the ground, and the thunderous roar shattered the tranquility of the night.

The sound of words pierced the sky like thunder.

The next moment, the mighty military might swept through the air.

A black sword light suddenly shot through the sky, lighting up the entire world like a galaxy.

boom!

The gate of Feiliu City was chopped down by a sword in an instant, leaving a huge gap.

The armor is densely covered with black armor, and a flag is flying in the dark night.

On the flag, there is a word "Luo", hunting in the wind.

"It's the Luo family cavalry!"

"A general leading an army?!"

"Quickly, gather the disciples of the sect and fight!"

The top of the pavilion.

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately let out a shrill roar.

The next moment, the sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, the sword glowed loudly, and a mountain-like pillar of sword energy shot out across the way.

However.

The sword light has not yet been struck.

The ink knife, which was as black as ink, cut through the air. Above the sky, the black cavalry general Lord Hu Beihe, who was covered in black armor, came through the air step by step, carrying the army of thousands of black cavalry.

Faced with the old man's anger, he swung his sword, but he was struck down with one blow.

Poof!

With the increasing military strength and Hu Beihe's tyrannical strength as the leader of the Black Cavalry, there was no way that the master of Feiliu Sword Pavilion could stop him.

The black sword cut off the sword light.

The light of the sword covered the night sky.

The master of Feiliu Sword Pavilion was slashed to pieces in the air and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Feiliu Jiange deceived the general's son, and got the general's order to order Feiliu Jiange to pay for it with a hundred lives."

Hu Beihe stood high in the sky, his armor was gloomy, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his cold and ruthless iron-blooded voice made everyone in Feiliu small town tremble.

The county magistrate of Feiliu City huddled in the county government office and did not dare to vent his anger.

"The Luo family... they bully others too much!!!"

The middle-aged swordsman standing next to the pavilion master, his eyes about to burst, let out a shrill cry.

He watched helplessly as the Pavilion Master with a first-level cultivation level was slashed to pieces with a single sword. How could he not feel miserable?

Hu Beihe glanced at him indifferently and spoke calmly.

"Is it too much to bully someone?"

"Are you worthy of saying that?"

In the city, a thousand cavalry swarmed in, and terrifying energy and blood surged in every corner of the small town.

The residents in the city were even more frightened and did not dare to stand up.

"Hand over a hundred lives to quell the anger, otherwise, Feiliu Sword Pavilion will be destroyed."

Hu Beihe said coldly.

The elder smiled miserably.

I was still dreaming a moment ago, thinking that by hugging the prince's thigh, Feiliu Jiange would skyrocket, and in a hundred years, it would become as transcendent a sect as Kunlun Palace.

However, reality slapped him hard.

The so-called first-class sect, in front of the Luo family cavalry... is as fragile as a paper tiger.

Feiliu Jiange also experienced the terror of the Luo family's iron cavalry for the first time.

This is just a thousand black knights.

Feiliu Jiange couldn't bear it. If it were replaced by 10,000 black knights, or 300,000 black knights...

I'm afraid even the Kunlun Palace will be flattened.

This middle-aged elder quickly recognized the reality. What could he do?
To be continued...