The vast night, the rain is heavy, and the air is echoing with a biting cold wind, this is only early autumn, but this Yan Zhao Beiguo, but it is a cold wind, this autumn rain to take away the last trace of warmth in summer.

The outer courtyard of Wuxian Village, the Meditation Garden, Wei Zhuang and his cronies were placed here, and it was a very pleasant thing to rebuild the old friendship with the Purple Maiden, but on this night of the full moon, there are still some people who don't know whether they are alive or dead, to spoil the atmosphere.

The shark tooth sword was already in his hand, but this time, Wei Zhuang's side was no longer lonely, but there was an additional heroic woman who fought side by side with him.

However, the two opponents in front of him made Wei Zhuang feel very unfamiliar, because they had never seen their kung fu before, and their bodies were not familiar with themselves, but the murderous aura on their bodies clearly told Wei Zhuang that they had crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Such a person will never be bad at his ability, but it is such a master who can avoid the ears and eyes of quicksand, which is incomprehensible.

"Who are you?" Wei Zhuang pointed at the sword, although he had doubts in his heart, his tone was quite indifferent.

"Blood Prison Sect Master, sit down, Blood Bell Boy, I am the boy in green, he is the boy in Tsing Yi...... Is Mr. Wei still satisfied with such an answer? Although the two of them were masked, Wei Zhuang could see their eager expressions, and it seemed that his head was worth a lot of money.

Of course, the price is not the obvious label on the wanted warrant, but the bonus on the black market, usually the price on the black market will be three to five times more expensive than the price on the black market, for example, Yan Hong's head on the black market has been speculated to 600,000 taels of gold.

Of course, the highest price is the head of the First Emperor, but unfortunately no one dares to take it.

Whether it was Wei Zhuang or the Purple Girl, they didn't move at all, only replied with a firm look, everyone knew that the sword would inevitably drink blood tonight.

"You stand back and let me play with them." Wei Zhuang took half a step forward and stretched out his long arms. Stop the purple girl behind him.

"Be careful!" A wise woman understands when to do what to do, and it is obviously superfluous to say anything about living and dying together at this time, because she believes that it must be the enemy who dies, not her own man.

This is also for Wei Zhuang, if it were someone else, if it weren't for admiring his reputation in the rivers and lakes, the two blood bell boys would have gone out to kill with their swords. As long as you don't want to die, you have to fight back, as soon as you fight back. The purpose of the blood bell boy was naturally achieved, how could there be such trouble.

"It seems that Mr. Wei is unwilling to cooperate with our family sect master?"

After a while, Blood Bell Boy finally realized that the person in front of him was definitely not a fool who could be fooled by pretending to be crazy and stupid. He took a deep breath and raised his blade with a blank face.

"Yes, I have been wandering in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and the reputation of the Blood Prison is also like thunder, and the Blood Prison Sect Master has concealed the [Blood Bell Boy] from the world. Today I would like to see what you are capable of. A trace of excitement flashed in Wei Zhuang's eyes, and there was still a word in his heart that he didn't say-"After you stabbed Qin, this sword skill became a masterpiece." ”

"Okay. Since Mr. Wei, you are obsessed, our brother has no choice but to offend, and in an instant, the cold light reflects the snow. An endless stream of ferocity poured out of the scabbard, filling the land within a radius of ten feet.

Come on, just let me see. What kind of extraordinary means does the famous blood prison have?

The excitement and battle intent in Wei Zhuang's eyes were boiling, and the shark-toothed sword on his waist was buzzing. The formless and imageless vast sword momentum evaporated from his body, soaring into the sky, repelling the evil qi overflowing from the blood bell boy far away, and as soon as the rain approached, it was all shaken and dispersed, turning into pieces of fine water vapor and spilling on the earth.

The two of them looked at each other like lightning, looking at each other in the air, wind, rain, clouds, air, everything in heaven and earth seemed to be frozen, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

On the vast snowfield, the two stood opposite each other. The cold wind swept through everything, but it could not blow their clothes.

Qiang ......

The long sword is out of the sheath inch by inch, and the green edge is shiny, and the cold light is shining, like a pool of autumn water. At the same time, the ferocious aura poured out of the sheath like a flood, filling every inch of space within ten steps, and the temperature suddenly rose, as if it had returned to the scorching summer, and the snow on the ground reflected a crystal light, and it began to melt.

This cold and hot do not conflict with each other, but they are distinct, which is really weird.

Well? The sword in their hands...... It's a heart sword!

Noticing the strange phenomenon caused by the Blood Bell Boy, Wei Zhuang's boiling battle intent subsided slightly, and a solemnity flashed between his eyebrows.

The heart sword, as the name suggests, is a sword that communicates with the master's mind and is one with the heart, and every step of the sword casting requires the personal participation of the sword owner, and it is an unshirkable responsibility.

Generally speaking, they are the 'companions' of the sword owner's life, because this sword has almost become a continuation of their bloodline, such people have lived for the sword all their lives, will not marry and have children, and will not have relatives and friends, in their lives, there will only be a sword, if they die, the sword will be broken, in other words, if the sword is destroyed, they will not live long.

Therefore, even Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie, who were obsessed with swords, did not refine the heart sword.

Despite these drawbacks, there are also benefits.

However, what about the Heart Sword, my Shark Tooth Sword is not inferior to the existence of any divine sword.

With a raised brow, he stretched out his hand and wiped his waist, and the green light flashed, and the shark tooth sword was already in his palm.

Unlike the Sharktooth Sword's majestic appearance, the Heart Sword looked no different from an ordinary sword, only the owner of the Heart Sword could feel it, the pale blue blade in his hand was trembling with almost imperceptible amplitude, and the air around it also vibrated with it, emitting a thin buzz, as if it was whispering something to its master.

Qiang~

The shark-toothed sword was finally completely exposed to the air, and a red dragon-like pattern ran through the entire sword body, and the blood flowed, almost burning people's eyes. Wei Zhuang waved his sword lightly, and the shark-toothed sword slashed a red waning moon in the cold wind, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground.

Call......

The wind suddenly rose, the evil qi surged, like a long dragon absorbing water was swallowed by the remnant rainbow, in an instant, the fierce air in the sky was swept away, and then, the temperature dropped sharply, the cold wave suddenly arrived, between the alternation of cold and heat, the air flow was turbulent, entangled, and formed a rapidly rotating vortex around Wei Zhuang's body.

Whoa......

Countless large and small vortices stirred and squeezed, and the momentum of the blood bell boy was instantly broken, and the robe danced wildly with the wind.

Wei Zhuang didn't care about this, compared to the real battle, the momentum clash was just an illusory temptation, as long as he reached the realm of sword heart and clear and untainted with foreign objects, he could be immune to all kinds of effects brought by momentum, and his mind had undoubtedly reached this realm.

The Blood Bell Boy moved again, and found that he was being restrained by countless chaotic air currents, and his movements were extremely slow.

Hey, I can barely move, are you going to imprison me? No, the restraint is weakening, and it seems that he is just trying to force me to take the sword. Hmph, it's a lot of work, I've never thought of dodging, let alone retreating.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the blood bell boy turned his wrist and erected the heart sword in front of the midline of his body, the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky, and the whole person sank into the realm of human and sword unity in an instant, and all the flaws in the whole body were eliminated.

At this moment, his expression was indifferent, his heart was like a mirror, and his body was like a sword, which was as harmonious as his heart sword, without any disharmony. (To be continued......)