1.

These beggars quickly dispelled all my doubts.

They are scattered in the world, especially after having money in their hands, they have become the best intelligence organization in the world.

News about the Kuocang Sect was reported to me one after another. Ming Shaozhong, as the key figure, was responsible for all the work of uploading and delivering messages. He was full of energy, and I was happy to be idle, and threw all the tedious things of the Wolf Daohui to Ming Shaozhong.

And I have to do only one thing - kill someone.

In a month, I cut off the names of every child of the Kuocang Sect put on my desk one by one. Before I crossed out their names with a pen, I also cut off their heads with the blood-bright sword on my hand.

Perhaps the people of the Kuocang Sect would never have thought that they would still die even if they escaped Kuocang Mountain.

They were afraid of Chen Boyang before, and now, my name makes them even more creepy. However, Chen Boyang seemed to be deliberately avoiding me, and his name never appeared on my desk.

There will be a battle between Chen Boyang and I. This battle is inevitable, but it is just a matter of time. However, I still feel anxious and impatient.

In October of the 20th year of Shaoxing, Ming Shaozhong put a note on my desk. I opened the note and said: Tianmu Shanyin, Cheng Wenxuan.

As a crucial figure in the Kuocang Sect, Cheng Wenxuan's whereabouts surfaced means that Chen Boyang is not far away from me. Cheng Wenxuan is just in Tianmu Mountain, and he is very close to me, very close.

He thought that if he could make a dark under the light hidden not far from me?

Cheng Wenxuan might not have thought that the wolf path I organized would be like a net of heaven and earth, with no blind spots at all.

When I arrived at Tianmu Mountain, Cheng Wenxuan was already waiting with a knife. The golden silk sea sword shone with dazzling brilliance in his hands, as if showing me the glory of the Kuocang Sect.

A trace of blood was on the blade. Two corpses were lying at Cheng Wenxuan's feet.

"I know I can't hide!" Cheng Wenxuan's roar sank into the mountains and forests, and like a gust of wind, it shook off a few leaves. He pointed to the two corpses on the ground and said, "You kill hundreds of disciples of my Kuocang Sect, but I can only kill you two."

I said, "Where is Chen Boyang?"

Cheng Wenxuan snorted arrogantly and said, "Don't want to know."

I said, "Chen Boyang can't run away like you."

Cheng Wenxuan pursed his lips and did not answer. He flipped the sea-pie knife, looked at me, and whispered: "It is still unknown who will win. You will beat me first."

A golden light flashed, and the sword wind slashed like a sea of ​​storms.

I dodged sideways, pulled out the bloody sword and waved it. The red shadow swung past, Cheng Wenxuan's face was ashes, and his body was penetrated by the bloody sword shadow.

A drop of blood fell on the blade of the blood light.

A ray of white frost spread like a silk thread on the Blood Sword, solidifying the drop of blood into a bright red snow ice. Cheng Wenxuan suddenly laughed, his body sank, kneeled on the ground on one knee, inserted the blade of the Haipi Knife deeply into the soil, supporting his shaking body.

"I didn't expect that I, Cheng Wenxuan, practiced hard for many years, and I couldn't even stop your move." Cheng Wenxuan smiled miserably.

I said, "Where is Chen Boyang?"

Cheng Wenxuan replied: "At the ends of the world, if you have the ability, go and find it!"

The ends of the world! The ends of the world!

In an instant, Xiaoyue's shadow flashed, causing a huge wave in my uneasy mind.

mine

The ends of the world were destroyed by them!

The sword shadow of the blood-light sword flashed, and Cheng Wenxuan's head was thrown silently into the air, landed on the ground, rolling down a slope, leaving a string of mottled blood.

2.

After killing Cheng Wenxuan, I felt like I had nothing to do.

I thought I could force Cheng Wenxuan to tell Chen Boyang's whereabouts, but the anger aroused by the words "End of the World" made me wave the Blood Sword uncontrollably.

The feeling of returning without success made me feel very frustrated.

That night, I waved my sword in the martial arts alliance and cut off the stone pillars supporting the east wing. A house collapsed, causing dust to cover the moonlight.

When the dust fell to the ground, two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared in front of me.

I looked closely and saw that it was the silly beggar and a fat woman with great martial arts skills I met when I entered Lin'an Mansion a month ago. But they changed their clothes, and the men were no longer beggars, and the women were not luxuriously dressed ladies.

They were dressed in light warrior costumes, the man held a short knife in his hand, and the woman held a very strange weapon, like an iron hook, as long as a sword, and dark all over.

"Ha, my little brother is really unrighteous. I agreed to borrow a step to speak, but you left by yourself." The man spoke normally, and he would not look as stupid as he was back then.

The woman smiled and said, "I guess she must be unable to keep up with us and gave up."

I said, "You are here just in time. I'm just getting angry and have nowhere to vent."

The man said, "Very good. In the Qing Emperor, a Xiufeng sword will help you with bloody sword." The man drew his sword and was about to rush forward.

"Let's go!" the woman reached out to stop him and said, "Last time I played two moves with him, but the winner was not decided, so I'll do it first this time."

"Why do you always have to be the first?" Qingdi said with an unhappy look on his face, "If you want to say that the outcome is not decided, the contest between Xiufeng Sword and the Blood Sword more than 20 years ago has not yet ended."

"Qing Emperor!" the woman stared at her eyes.

"Don't let go!" The man did not show any weakness.

I shouted loudly, "Don't talk too much, come together." After that, I swept my sword and slashed at the two of them with one move.

The Qing Emperor didn't look back, as if he unconsciously raised his hand and waved it, and a Xiufeng knife came out like a hidden weapon.

"Swoosh swish swish."

The Xiufeng Sword was like he came alive, hovering and dancing in the air, blocking me just two steps away from him.

The two of them were still quarreling endlessly, just for a chance to compete with me first. This shocked me. But what shocked me even more was the Xiufeng knife flying in the air.

It is like a pen that splashes ink, drawing a majestic scroll in the air. But this painting implies extremely clever sword techniques.

Moreover, this is a sword technique that is uncontrollable and used by a Xiufeng sword.

This sword technique alone made me unable to resist.

I quickly retreated. My arms were trembling slightly. But Xiufeng Knife had no intention of attacking. It was still intoxicated by calligraphy and painting, as if he would not give up until the last stroke was finished.

Qing Emperor waved his hand and shouted "Put it away". Xiufeng sword flew back to Qing Emperor's hand in a spiral.

I looked at the two of them in surprise, and my heart turned from shock to fear, which made me feel chills all over and numb with scalp.

"What? I was so scared that I was so cowardly after these two moves." Qingdi said contemptuously.

Mo Xian covered his face and smiled, saying, "This kid is far worse than his father. I just don't know where I have mastered my evil internal skills, which is even more evil than his father back then."

Mo Xian's words made my heart tremble.

According to her, they were my father’s old friends back then. They just didn’t know whether they were enemies or friends.

Qingdi waved his hand and said, "It's okay. As long as his mind is correct, even if he practices evil martial arts and holds the evil blood sword, what can he do? I'm afraid he is as obsessed as his father back then... he's too obsessed."

I said, "Who are you?"

Qingdi said: "It doesn't matter who we are. You just need to tell me that the disciples of the Kuocang Sect are frequently killed today, but what you did?"

Of course I did it.

But... at this time, I couldn't say anything.

I don’t know what these two people mean by asking me this way. So what if I killed me? Do they want to kill me too?

Of course I am not afraid of death. But I must not die before killing Chen Boyang.

Mo Xian seemed to see through my thoughts, and she smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, even if you kill, it has nothing to do with us. We will not take your life just because you killed a few people from the Kuacang Sect."

"Not bad, not bad." Qingdi replied, "We are just asking you for something."

I hid the Bloody Sword behind me and asked, "What are you going to ask?"

Mo Xian said: "Everyone in the world says that the martial arts practiced by Chen Boyang, the head of the Kuocang Sect, was stolen from you."

Qingdi said: "The people of Jianghu also said that the martial arts secret book is back in your hands now."

Mo Xun asked: "Is the people in Jianghu right?"

I said, "So what?"

Qingdi smiled and said, "What kind of martial arts is that? Take it over and show us."

The story of Wu Lian made me know that some people in this world have brains that are not comparable to ordinary people. And their faces do not have the words "I will never forget you" on them, so I will never hand over the Mahabudama mantra to anyone.

Mo Xian smiled like a flower and said, "Don't be nervous. Chen Boyang's skill is still not enough to reach our eyes. I became crazy about martial arts, but I was just curious about what kind of martial arts functions in this world make people crazy."

I asked: "Have you met Chen Boyang?"

Mo Xian smiled and said, "Of course I have seen it. I have tried two tricks with him."

I hurriedly asked, "How is the outcome?"

Unexpectedly, Emperor Qing immediately spat twice and cursed: "That old madman is not my opponent, but he is still very cunning. Seeing that he was defeated, he suddenly put a cold palm on my waist. I made the old madman frozen into ice lumps with a pot of nectar."

When Emperor Qing talked about this, his expression was sad and angry. The person who took such a pot of wine so seriously made me think of Bai Jingxing.

Mo Xian smiled and joked: "Can you still drink the ice lumps if they melt."

Qingdi spat and cursed: "Drink, can that taste the same?"

Mo Xian suddenly stopped laughing and looked at me and said, "But it's strange! The evil cold air on this kid is somewhat similar to the old man named Chen, and it is very different. It's really strange."

Qingdi said: "This kid must have practiced that evil martial arts, so do you still need to doubt?"

I was very curious and asked, "Who is better, Chen Boyang or me?"
Chapter completed!