"What!"

Everyone gasped.

Stared at Zhao Xin incredulously and said, "Are you that Blood Demon?!"

The night breeze is cold and the night air is cool.

In the cold night and cold wind, Zhao Xin's figure became more and more hideous and terrifying, and the blood qi of the ten directions continued to converge, and a huge blood-colored dragon slowly emerged.

Zhao Xin didn't respond, but the surging blood and qi shrouded the life and death platform, surrounding everyone.

"Zhao Xin, you want to kill people?!"

Long Jianfei scolded angrily.

A strong killing intent invaded Zhao Xin's mind, and without any answer, Zhao Xin continued to wield his scythe like a silent god of death, about to harvest life.

A figure of red lightning passed past a young man, followed by a merciless and cold spear piercing his heart.

Pulling out the spear, blood splattered, and the hot blood splashed on Zhao Xin's cold expression.

Every time he kills someone, Zhao Xin's understanding of "Nine Killings of the Blood Dragon" goes further, and the red blood qi that permeates the surface of the body will be one more point!

At this moment, Senior Brother Lin and Long Jianfei used their special moves, and the flames burned, and the flames soared into the sky, burning the entire life and death platform, and the remaining few people also rushed forward to surround Zhao Xin into a dead end.

"Dying throes. ”

Zhao Xin smiled cruelly, and killed Senior Brother Lin, urging the strength of his whole body, the body of the spear exuded a bloodthirsty light, and Senior Brother Lin's entire head flew in an instant.

Zhao Xin continued to rush forward, blocking Long Jianfei's sword backwards, but the remaining two cold sword bodies were stabbing at him, without dodging, and the blood qi on the surface of his body blocked for him.

Zhao Xin's eyes revealed extreme coldness.

"Let's go together, there is no way back, kill him!"

Long Jianfei roared.

As soon as his words fell, Zhao Xin took a step forward, and disappeared in the next moment, he used the mystery of the first layer of "Blood Dragon Nine Killings" - the Dafa of Instant Killing!

This move contains a deep killing intent in it, as if everything can be killed!

All things die!

The spear is like a dragon, this spear is as sharp as if it is going to penetrate this heaven and earth, and the speed of the spear is incredibly fast, the surrounding air is constantly vibrating, and the sword qi is like lightning in the night!

Suddenly, a teenager's neck exploded, with an expression of disbelief on his face, not a single voice came out, and his head separated.

The killing intent locked onto the other teenager, and before he could swing his sword to defend, Zhao Xin's gun pierced through his heart again.

The next one is Long Jianfei!

"No!"

Long Jianfei cried out in despair, completely unable to resist the incoming sword.

He turned frantically to run backwards, for the aperture was almost gone.

At this moment, the gun in Zhao Xin's hand also arrived.

"Poof"

Blood splattered, and then Long Jianfei's body fell forward.

It was over, and all seven were dead.

By the way, there seems to be another person, Doron.

Duolong's whole body was prostrate on the ground, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and Zhao Xin's footsteps sounded, walking towards Duolong.

Don't kill me, I don't know anything, I won't say anything!"

Like a frightened cat, Doron frantically stood up and fell backwards.

Zhao Xin was silent, and the red glow in his eyes was gradually disappearing, as if he was satisfied.

Immediately, he grabbed Duolong, got up and down, and quickly left this place.

......

Following.

The outer gate of the Chaos Immortal Gate once again caused a big wave of rendering.

Long Jianfei, who was ranked tenth in the outer gate, and six disciples of the outer gate were found tragically dead on the platform of life and death.

The death was miserable, and there was a phenomenon of dry blood.

Some suspect that it was the Hand of the Blood Fiend.

But no one knows who it is.

In the courtyard where Zhao Xin was.

Zhao Angxing finally woke up from his hangover.

"Dad, why am I asleep here?"

Zhao Xin glanced at him and said lightly: "Last night, you were drunk, and Duolong specially carried you over. ”

"Doron, you're doing a good job!"

Zhao Angxing laughed and patted Duolong's shoulder beside him.

The latter had lingering palpitations, and the bloody scenes of last night lingered in his mind.

Zhao Xin ignored Duo Long, he believed that the latter would soon return to normal, and the immortal cultivation world had more cruel exercises than the "Blood Dragon Nine Killings", and if he saw more, he would naturally get used to it.

He said, "You guys go back first, I'm going to retreat and cultivate for a period of time, and I'm going to participate in the Outer Gate Competition." ”

"Daddy!"

Zhao Angxing's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "That third person from the outer gate, Fu Jian, will not let you go, if you meet him, it is best to admit defeat, I am afraid that he will kill you!"

"I understand. ”

Zhao Xin nodded.

Afterwards, Zhao Angxing and Duolong left the small courtyard, leaving Zhao Xin alone.

"Alas. ”

I sighed inexplicably.

Zhao Xin strolled leisurely, and his eyes fell on the willow trees, wells, bluestone paths and other scenery in the courtyard.

Thoughts fluctuate and there are a lot of emotions.

In his previous life, he was just a mortal on the earth, and after a hundred years, he would inevitably turn into a cup of loess.

Now, he was reborn in a world of cultivating immortals, where it was not impossible to be immortal, but it was more cruel than the environment of his previous life.

Here, he was attacked and killed, and he survived and became stronger.

But there was always a Dacmos sword hanging above his head, which made him feel uneasy.

Maybe from the time he killed Xie Feifei, all this was doomed.

He will embark on a path of asura.

With an idea, open the template.

Name: Xin Zhao

Cultivation: Flesh Secret Realm Four Heavens (Late Stage)

Exercise: Xiaotian Demon Gong [Consummation] Blood Dragon Nine Kills (First Layer) [Consummation]: Master the first layer of the Mysteries of the Blood Dragon Nine Kills [Instant Killing Dafa]

Talents: Soul Reaper (Strength for each unit killed) Crimson Reaper (Blood Affinity, etc.)

Avatar: Nether Walk (Platinum) Purification (Bronze)

Skill points: 3 (upgradeable exercises, supernatural powers)

Passive Skill: [Decisive]: When Zhao Xin's third attack deals extra damage and heals himself!

Mall (already open)

Ready: [Boots of Lightness] [Tempest Greatsword] [Vampire Scepter]

Gold: 208

There are only 3 skill points left in the original store, but it is worth the money, and the skill of the Blood Dragon Nine Kills has greatly improved the strength.

He hadn't been promoted to the Tianyuan Realm yet, but even Long Jianfei in the late Tianyuan Realm was not his enemy.

There are thirteen days left, and the outer gate Dabi is about to begin.

Zhao Xin's calm eyes rippled.

The rewards are too generous, but the winner-takes-all principle is implemented, only the champion is eligible for the reward, and the rest are losers.

"Millions of contribution points, the qualification of the inner disciple. ”

Zhao Xin whispered to himself, this is undoubtedly a huge temptation for any outer disciple.

"In the remaining days, we must improve our strength to be sure!"

............

A few days later, one early morning, when the morning sun had not yet fully risen, it was dim and unusually dark in all directions, the light was sparse, and the rain and snow last night were flying, causing the fog to be very thick at this moment, and it was almost impossible to dissolve.

Zhao Xin's mood is good, he has gone to the Netherworld Forest to hunt in the past few days, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, making him more confident in the outer gate than in winning the victory.

So, he got up early and planned to go hunting again.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Zhao Xin's brows frowned slightly, the surrounding air was abnormally humid, like entering the rainforest, the heavy water vapor suddenly condensed into ice, and a light snow fell, looking ahead, a black shadow could be vaguely seen under the dense fog.

This is the figure of a person, short and thin in stature, a teenager.

The dilapidated wooden courtyard gate creaked, the cold wind of early winter howled, and light snow fell from the sky, and the snow covered the bluestone steps.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Xin quietly looked at the thinly dressed young man in front of him, he had long found out that there was this person outside the courtyard gate, and he could pay attention to it for a long time.

Now, five days and five nights, under the wind and snow, this man is still standing motionless like a straight sculpture.

In the past, Zhao Xin was too lazy to pay attention to such people with ulterior motives, but today, he was in a good mood, and he listened to why this outer disciple had been standing in front of his courtyard gate, in the wind and snow, for so long!

Zhao Xin was moved, this person was only wearing a gray linen coat all over his body, and he couldn't help but step forward and asked again, "Why are you here?"

"I don't have a name. ”

A low, hoarse voice rang out.

The young man's face in front of Zhao Xin was still very green, and his childishness had not gone, like a green apple, under the cold wind and ice, the apple became red, but it was not ripe, but an unhealthy red, with a touch of purple, and even dyed with a layer of frost.

Zhao Xin's eyes rarely showed a hint of pity.

This young man's cultivation has the cultivation of the early stage of the Innate Realm, although his physique is higher than that of ordinary people, but the wind and snow have stood for so long, I am afraid that even if he is a cultivator, now this thin body is on the verge of death.

"But they call me a sword slave!"

Shaking off the thick layer of snow on his body, the young man known as the sword slave slowly raised his frozen hand for a long time to wipe the frost on his face, the young man's face was completely exposed, more green and immature than he imagined, he was a head shorter than Zhao Xin, his cyan eyebrows had not yet unfolded, but there was a kind of fortitude.

"I'm a lobbyist. ”

The words were spoken slowly, with a hint of shyness, but they were unprecedentedly clear.

Zhao Xin was aroused by the word 'lobbyist', he even forgot to invite this person into the courtyard, and forgot that he was still under the wind and snow, so he just playfully asked: "Then whose lobbyist are you?"

"A big man from the Heavenly Palace. ”

The boy replied without hesitation.

Zhao Xin's brows frowned slightly, and his eyes carried a coldness, it turned out to be a big man in the Heavenly Palace, he was really entangled, what did he want to do this time?!

The sword slave didn't care at all, and rubbed his hands slowly, trying to ease his body, but the chill was still strong, and he slowly spoke: "That big man wants you to abandon your martial arts and leave the immortal gate." ”

"Ridiculous!"

Zhao Xin said coldly, with mockery in his eyes.

"He is high above the Heavenly Palace, he is the real pride of the heavens, different from us Yunni, even if you stay in the Immortal Gate all the time, he has countless ways to kill you, even if Xie Kun and the others fail, there are thousands of Xie Kun, how long can you hold on?"

The sword slave said expressionlessly.

Zhao Xin didn't respond, but a cold murderous aura filled the four directions, making the cold wind even more chilling.

The sword slave was still indifferent, and said: "He expected that you would not agree, so he gave you a second choice, become his servant, and in the future, he can let you climb the ladder of heaven and enter the Chaos Heavenly Palace." ”

"This is a very good condition, outer disciples who want to become slaves of adults are eager to do it, and those Xie Kun and others are no exception, because it means that you can get too many things, and the future will be even brighter and greater. ”

Zhao Xin sneered, stretched his shoulders slightly, faced Feng Xue, and chuckled: "I Zhao Xin will take what I want, and he can't give me what I can't get." ”

The sword slave was silent for a while and asked, "Zhao Xin, you have made up your mind?!"

The morning sun rose, floating out of the distant forest sea, the morning light stained the sky red, through the layers of dense fog, reflected on Zhao Xin's body, his cheeks appeared a little red, and he laughed loudly: "Of course, I still say the same thing, let the neck be washed, and wait for Lao Tzu to take his head with a sword!"

"Whew-"

A cold wind blew, and the sword slave had already frozen his body and couldn't help but tremble, and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.

Zhao Xin replied indifferently: "The murderer, if he can kill him constantly, he will definitely die at the hands of my Zhao Xin!"

A chill that penetrated through the flesh and bones spread across the sword slave's body, and his hands and feet did not obey the call, trembling slightly.

"You have such a strong murderous intent. ”

With a soft sigh, the sword slave stopped talking.

Zhao Xin was also silent, neither of them was speechless, the lobbyist of the sword slave had failed, but he still stood tall in the wind and snow, and turned into a sculpture again.

Zhao Xin turned around, closed the courtyard gate, walked straight back to the courtyard, swept the snow on his body, and entered the main gate.

Boring!

The arrival of the sword slave affected his mood to go hunting.

The sword slave's gaze kept falling on Zhao Xin, until he was blocked by the wind and snow, covered by the wooden door, his brows were twisted, not as calm and calm as before, and now he really realized that Zhao Xin would not be persuaded by him.

He knew that he was not a qualified lobbyist, nor did he have experience as a lobbyist, nor did he have talent, but he felt that it was still worth trying, not for Zhao Xin, but for himself, so he came on a snowy night five days ago.

But this morning he also had to go back in the snow, lifting his stiff legs, on which the ice chips fell and the frozen muscles barely surged, but he staggered to the ground.

With some effort, he got back to his feet, his legs paralyzed through the night, and he lost most of his sensation, and walked back step by step.

The wind and snow drowned his figure, covering the footprints he left behind.

The sword slave muttered to himself all the way.

"I'm not here for you, but for myself, not so that you can live, but so that you can not die!"

The little snowflakes turned into a blizzard, and in the midst of it, nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen.