It is dusk and the time when birds return to the forest.

Wudang Mountain has been stained with a faint sunset like the past twenty-two years.

at this time...

The foot of Wudang Mountain.

Twenty-two-year-old Xia Ji looked at the dusk scenery of the mountains and forests in the midsummer in the distance.

He also became a landscape hidden in the eyes of the demons in the darkness.

He still had a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, wearing a loose white robe that was almost off-shoulder, and his black hair was spread out without restraint. The messy area was enough to accommodate the bird father, bird mother, and bird family.

He climbed up the stairs.

There are memories in every level.

Each level seems to have the sound of running and laughter of the past.

He held a knife in his arms,

But it was just to conceal the fact that his sword skills were super gods.

The mountain wind rolled up his long hair, like a spiral of flames, dancing backwards.

In the darkness, the demons were staring at him.

Zhenniang was also among them. She looked at the boy who was coming as promised, with a faint joke on the corner of her lips.

"Young man, every man is guilty of being guilty of being a treasure... You are still too young and too naive..."

"There are indeed things that Wudang needs to be afraid of."

"But so what?"

“As long as it exists, it will be exhausted.”

"As long as you are famous, you will be seen clearly."

"If you are exhausted and see clearly, you will be nothing."

Many thoughts flashed through the witch's mind.

As soon as her body moved, the strong wind dissipated, and her sleeves bulged.

In the mountains and forests, birds flew up.

She had already rushed out first.

The long sword in his hand pulled a strong bow as his arm was like a back, and he hid it back like a poisonous snake hiding from the bottom.

Immediately afterwards, the sword intent appeared and turned into a blood-colored demon claw restrained in the twilight.

Brush!!

Several frozen shadows swept by like a gust of wind. The demon disciple possessed by Zhenniang had already arrived beside the young man with white robe. The blood-colored demon claws turned into a sword intent and slapped them hard at Xia Ji.

but...

Too slow.

Too slow, too slow.

The BUFF attached to Haoran's righteousness is simply perverted.

The speed of Xia Ji's sword emanating from the speed was a ray of light.

Although the wind is fast?

But how can it be better than the light?

The light came first and flashed by, but Zhenniang's devil's claws had not yet been handed out.

The sword light has arrived.

Bang!!

A head flew up.

Blood spurted out from the broken neck, and the headless body rushed forward due to inertia, and then fell to the ground.

Xia Ji didn't look at the corpse, and pointed the tip of the knife obliquely.

A blood bead rolled down along the blade and fell from the tip of the knife.

And Xia Ji has reached several levels again.

The extremely fast killing should have killed the chicken to warn the monkey, and it will serve as a deterrent effect.

but...

That's just the knowledge of mortals.

For ferocious beasts, blood has always been the best stimulant, such as swarms of sharks.

For the witch, death is always fun.

If you want to kill others to be afraid and fearful, and if you want to say a few harsh words to make others afraid, it does not exist in the top leaders of this world.

Have to kill,

In fact, it was already a defeat.

The style of painting is very strange.

The young man in white robe was covered with the brightest and warmest righteousness, and he was like a god, and was invincible.

He walked between the mountain roads,

The devil flew towards him like a moth to the fire.

No matter how exquisite the moves or the evil ways, they cannot stop his attack.

All martial arts in the world are all about to be broken.

Xia Ji's knife is too fast.

It was so close that the demons felt that their bodies were still.

But, are they still?

No.

Their swords were so fast that ordinary people would not even blink enough, and they would be penetrated through their throats.

But if their speed is based on Xia Ji's knife as a reference, it is like a snail crawling.

The boy is invincible and should have been full of energy.

The demons died one after another, and they should have scattered and pissed.

but...

But that's not the case.

The boy was very heavy, as if his feet were locked in heavy shackles.

The devil died happily, as if he was rushing to the Pure Land.

This was Ruoxia Ji's first time seeing him, and he would definitely think that this was just the fanaticism of the demon disciples...

But he already understood that this was not the case.

The mountain road is too far from Wudang, so I haven't felt the battle below on Wudang Mountain.

The battle has been going on for a long time...

On the road he walked, lying one corpse after another.

Xia Ji fell deeper and deeper, and the further he fought, and even reached a forest beside a mountain road.

On the clearings in the forest...

The bright moon in the sky.

The last dozen red-clothed demons were spinning with long swords in hand, surrounding the white-robed boy in the center.

Suddenly, the female demon who turned to the front of the boy froze, and then twisted her neck and arms like a moving body.

Obviously, Zhenniang has possessed her.

The witch and the boy confront each other quietly.

The witch suddenly started to laugh, looked at the white-robed swordsman opposite, and asked like a chat: "Young man, it took only two days to arrive in three days. Isn't it very tired?"

"If you are tired, kill quickly..."

"After all, you are really awesome."

"But...how long can you last?"

"Although Haoran's righteousness is strong, your purple demon fire is not weak either."

After saying that, Zhenniang took a step forward, and the sword light was made into a place with the moonlight, and the cold light shone.

And her eyes were charmingly staring at the boy holding a knife and hanging his head.
To be continued...