Beside a river thousands of miles away from the Tianxuan Dao Sect, a running giant wolf was holding a middle-aged man in a Xuan white Dao robe and a bald boy lying on the wolf's back.

"Chi'er, stop, take a break. The king's steward, who stroked the wolf's back with his right hand, said.

The wolf stopped.

The bald head on the wolf's back trembled, Li Yang turned over and jumped to the ground, the gray burden on his back trembled and hit his back again, and the person had already walked through the adult-tall bushes.

Steward Wang, who was squatting by the river to wash his hands, glanced back at the swaying bushes and continued to wash his hands.

The giant wolf Chi'er lay on his stomach by the river and rolled the water into his mouth with his tongue, and then into his belly.

In the forest, Li Yang sat on the ground, his face was as silent as an old iron, a pair of tiger eyes were full of tears, and he raised his hand to pick up a gray cloth bag in the burden spread out in front of him.

The gray cloth bag, also known as the Qiankun bag, is the space storage bag for storing items in the Xuan Cultivation Realm, and the storage bag in Li Yang's hand is the lowest one, and the space in it is only seven zhang large.

"Chu Heizi, the only Xuanjing coin you have left is really here. You've been going to send me away for a long time, and this time it's finally what you wanted...... Promise me that you must live and become stronger. Certain. Li Yang's right hand slammed into the grass, and when he raised his fist again, a thumb-sized stone ate between his middle finger and his thumbless, and a black blood flowed out.

He let the blood flow, bandaged the baggage, stood up and put the burden on his back, and walked forward.

"Chu Heizi, you must wait for me to come back. Even if the sky falls, I will support you, even if you shrink in a corner of the mountain, I will definitely find you back, let you be the emperor of the world, and enjoy all the glory and wealth. You must live! A tear flowed from the corner of the bald boy's eye and smashed silently to the ground.

Dead and mysterious on the earth.

A gust of wind robbed the scene, blowing past one person and one tiger, and Chu Xingye's rags rattled in the wind.

- Roar~~

The giant toothed white tiger bowed slightly on its front legs, and the dust on the ground exploded, killing the black-clothed young man with a knife.

With his right foot stepping forward, Chu Xingye raised his sword to kill the giant toothed white tiger.

When the white tiger was half a foot away from the beggar boy in front of him, he waved his tiger claws and grabbed Chu Xingye's chest, and the white tiger pulled out his heart with one move.

Chu Xingye, whose face remained unchanged, slashed at the white tiger's claws, turning attack into defense.

Retracting his right claw, the tiger's hind legs moved to the left, and the tiger's tail turned into an iron rod and smashed into the empty door exposed on the beggar boy's chest.

This white tiger is really cunning! This thought exploded in Chu Xingye's heart, and the young master was not stupid.

Restraining his inertial right foot, his body tilted to the side, Chu Xingye avoided the smash of the tiger's tail, and then took a step forward with his right foot and slashed at the giant tiger's white tail.

Kill the tiger and cut the tail first.

The white tiger roared, jumped around, and the tiger's tail avoided the black-clothed young man's mouth and pounced on the black-clothed young man.

In an instant, Chu Xingye retracted his knife and slashed directly in front of him.

The tiger's head with its mouth open and teeth was stunned in the air, and with one step on all fours, a bloody mouth appeared on the back of the black-clothed young man, and the black-clothed rag slashed at its nose.

It smells of human flesh and blood, tempting tigers to drool.

The backbone of his back exploded, and Chu Xingye turned around sharply and slashed horizontally.

The white tiger's giant teeth bit on the black war knife, and swept a claw to grasp the chest of the 'meat', and this claw fell, and the chest opened—blood.

Chu Xingye's hands were so strong that he couldn't pull out the knife, and the greedy beast claws in front of him had already exposed their fangs.

What to do——?

Rumble~~

Chu Xingye, who was dragging the knife, couldn't stop sliding backwards with his feet on the ground, and the black blood dripping from his chest drew a bleak beauty on the messy red earth, and he stepped to the left with his right foot, stopped the inertia of sliding backwards, and raised his knife to slash in front of him.

The claw scar on his chest looked like a piece of ground that had been turned open, and a few small pieces of flesh dripping with blood hung from the edge of the wound. Looking up again, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Chu Xingye's mouth, bleeding, the tiger should die.

Holding the knife in both hands again, the sound of a knife sounded in the air, the blade pointed at the white tiger, Chu Xingye said: "Hurt the master, the master wants your life." ”

The white tiger roared, raised its blood-stained claws and stretched out in front of the tiger's mouth, and the barbed bloody tongue licked its claws, and roared violently - roar~~

The human blood was really sweet, its heart was beating wildly, the blood of the beast was boiling, and its right paw was pressed down, and the stone shattered.

One tiger, one person and then look at each other.

The sun was setting in the west, a remnant rainbow split the dark clouds, and the last ray of sunlight crossed the horizon of a tiger, a man.

Chu Xingye knife turned, and a light shot in front of the white tiger five zhang away,

——The white tiger's eyes flashed, and Chu Xingye's right shoulder moved--stepping...... A knife slashed at the neck of the white tiger.

The white tiger that jumped into the air pounced on the beggar boy in front of him, while Chu Xingye bent backwards, slid forward with his feet, and then turned around and slashed at the white tiger who fell to the ground.

The giant tail of the white tiger swept thousands of troops on the ground, flying sand and stones, and then turned to kill the beggar boy.

Thundered......

In the blink of an eye, the giant tiger and Chu Xingye were on the ground, fighting for thirty rounds.

When one person and one tiger were separated again, the clothes on the back of Chu Xingye's neck were finally broken, and the 'black clothes' reached out and grabbed Chu Xingye, and reluctantly threw himself on the ground, revealing Chu Xingye's bronzed and blood-stained chest, and a tiger claw crossed it;

Chu Xingye turned around again, and the tip of the knife swept half a circle on the ground, flying sand and stones.

The white tiger who farted at Chu Xingye turned around again, his right paw trembled slightly, and there were five more knife wounds on his body, and one knife wound was slashing at his right leg - this leg was considered a cripple. Its smooth hair was stained with blood, like a bloody armor.

Chu Xingye, whose eyes were closed and opened again, slashed through the remnant sun with one knife and killed the white tiger, and this battle was life and death.

The white tiger's giant tail straightened, and his teeth bared and rushed towards the knife-dragging boy who was killing him.

The battle is back up:

The white tiger raised his left paw - Chu Xingye raised his knife, grabbed it, and slashed it. The two passed by - boom~~

The white tiger clawed at the beggar boy's chest.

A claw attack was directly ignored by Chu Xingye, and a knife slashed at the white tiger, exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

The white tiger's paws trembled.

Chu Xingye's eyes exploded with a fierce light, since you are afraid, then you should die!

Two blood rays exploded, and the remnant sun trembled, like blood.

A silver-eyed boy kneeling on the ground with a knife in both hands - poof! A mouthful of blood sprayed on the blade of the Nightkiller, and there was a bloody hole in his abdomen that was bleeding out, and the blood flowed! The blood flowed on the ground and gathered into a small river, and the mud and sand sank in it.

Not far away, a tiger's eyes widened, and there was endless unwillingness and fear in his eyes...... The tiger's mouth was wide open, revealing two bloody teeth.

A foot away from the tiger's head, the broken neck of a tiger corpse was bleeding outward, and the black blood turned into a river of blood to engulf the corpse that carried it, and the tiger's tail swayed slightly on the ground and struggled......

Chu Xingye raised his hand to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and wanted to stand up.

He didn't dare to exert himself any harder, he didn't feel the pain in his right leg during the fight, and now that the battle was over, his right leg returned its dissatisfaction and anger to his body with a hundredfold pain - it hurt!

Chu Xingye, who was holding the handle of the knife with both hands, limped to the place where his clothes fell five zhang away. The knife was stuck on the ground, he picked up his clothes with his left hand, took out a jade bottle from one of his pockets, poured out a healing elixir and swallowed it into his abdomen, and finally wrapped his clothes around the bleeding wound.

The sun in the distance was blood-red, hanging on the top of the mountain, Chu Xing squinted in the middle of the night, he had to hurry up and find a place to shelter from the wind, it was about to wind. If he can't find shelter tonight, he will have to die with the injuries he has suffered now, and the next day his body will be hard and hard.

Chu Xingye turned around again and limped to the decapitated white tiger corpse, half-knelt on the ground, opened his mouth to swallow the blood flowing from the white tiger's neck, this bloody smell was too strong, it was a little sweet after swallowing it for a long time, but the taste was not as good as the taste of him licking his own blood, and a heavy feeling of nausea went crazy in his stomach, tearing at the wall of his stomach.

This nausea is less than the nausea caused by 'animal food'.

In order to continue to replenish water, he had to hold his mouth and swallow heavily, a tear hanging in the corner of his eye. Even if, when he was fighting with the white tiger just now, he was cut a big hole in the abdomen by the white tiger, he didn't move his brows, but raised his knife and slashed at the white tiger's neck - in the end, he survived, and the white tiger cut off his head.

Only those who are cruel to themselves in a life-and-death duel can be the last living person, not a dead body.

A hint of wind rose, and a green leaf stumbled into the river of blood.

Chu Xingye's eyes squeezed to the corners of his eyes, and he grunted~ wiped his bloody lips with his hands, stared at this green leaf, and then raised his head to look ahead, a trace of longing and excitement flowed with the blood in his pulse - vitality ahead.

The silver-eyed boy stood up, raised his knife and slashed down, dragging a tiger leg in his hand to support the knife and limping into the distance.

The blood-colored sun was already dark red, and more than half of its body was obscured by the top of the mountain.

A breeze blew from Chu Xingye's footsteps, and the silver-eyed young man frowned, it was almost dark, and the wind was blowing quickly.

Eventually, a figure was swallowed by the slightly drunk horizon.

The fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion - the hall of cooking wine and tasting the qin.

Han Xiyue, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, slowly shed blood and tears from the corners of her closed eyes. The red phoenix on the ground was still moving forward, and there was silence in the blue brick pavilion on the wall.

On the battlefield full of bones, a wind blew up, kicking up the sky full of sand and dust. A white figure appeared on the battlefield, wearing a white veil on his face, holding an ordinary sword in his hand, walking into the distance, his feet on the white bones and making a click~click~ sound, and the ground was covered with white bones.

What is this girl in white looking for?

Brush! Brush~

Hundreds of men and women dressed as men and women instantly appeared beside the girl in white, surrounding the girl in white - brush~ raised their swords and pointed at the girl in white.

The girl in white paused her right foot, stepped on a human skull on the sole of her foot, and her head lifted - bang ~ The skull under her feet was shattered.

A pair of bloody eyes looked at the people around him, his delicate forehead was tattooed with a strange magic pattern, and there was a blood-colored skull the size of a peanut in the center of his eyebrows.

Holiness and seduction, sympathy and indifference exist at the same time, like fairies and demons.

- Kill them all, they are your mother's revenge.

- Hold on to your knife and kill them all to avenge your mother.

Kill it, kill it, kill it!!! Use your sword to cut off the sins of this world, and wash away the filth of this world with this blood.

- Kill!!!

The thought of killing in her heart turned over in her heart, and the girl in white raised her sword, stepped forward with her right foot, and killed the crowd.

The crowd roared and raised their swords to kill the girl in white.

Jingle ...... Boom...... Ahhh......h

The masked "witch" raised her sword backwards, and a sword smashed to the ground around her, followed by a flurry of blood, blood spilled on the ground, and a rain of blood fell.

The sky was blood-red, and the sun hanging on the edge of the sky was as red as blood.

The white witch's clothes were still as white as a newborn baby, spotless, and she stepped on a thigh bone with her left foot - bang ~ shattered into slag, and the sword she held in her right hand was bleeding unstoppably on the blade.

Then the witch in white stepped across the horizon and disappeared to the edge of this world.

The ninth floor of the Sword Pavilion - Cooking Wine and Tasting Piano Palace:

"Big brother, she has magic lines on her face. The fuqin man in the blue brick pavilion showed a trace of anxiety on his hazy face.

"Don't worry. The fog on the face of the burly man next to him was even thicker.

Han Xiyue, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in the hall, had several black magic patterns on his forehead, looking demonic.

When the demon pattern appears on the face of the person in the array, this person has already entered the demon, and when the Xuan Qi in the body is transformed into demonic energy, this person is considered to have become a demon, and he can no longer do Xuan Xiu.

Demon and metaphysics are like two extremes, just like water and fire, light and darkness, which cannot coexist as one.

After cultivating from Xuan to the demons, there are two results: one is to control one's inner demons, and the other is to continue to be enslaved by the inner demons - the latter will only end up in death, and the former will find another self in misery.

The so-called demon - self - war heaven and earth.

"Big brother, what should I do!" the person who stroked the qin stepped out of the mural, and his voice was as eager as a sword.

The burly man grabbed the violin's arm with one hand and said, "Don't worry! she will wake up, she won't really become a demon." ”

"Why?" the violin man looked back, his bloody eyes revealing in the white mist.

"She still has a constant concern in her heart, and that's—"

"Concerned?" The violin man looked at the white-clothed "witch" sitting cross-legged in the hall, and there was another magic pattern on his forehead.

This concern is the motivation for her to step into this Sword Pavilion, and it is also one of the reasons why she has fallen into the demon, and it is also the weight of her victory over the demon in her heart - everything depends on the weight of the concern in her heart. The burly man explained.

The fuqin man retracted his feet hanging outside the mural, sat cross-legged on the ground, and played the piano with his body...... The wind rose, the devastated battlefield was full of white bones, the broken sword was abandoned for thousands of years, a sound of footsteps woke up the sleeping battlefield, the broken sword was put away by an old man, after a thousand days of building, a peerless divine soldier was born in the hands of the old man, this sword is called the Red Phoenix Sword......

A sad and vicissitudes of the piano tells the story of the past, sad as crying, fighting as a song, a blood-colored figure holding the red phoenix sword, a sword to break the domain. The heyday of this Tianxuan Dao Sect can be passed in a blink of an eye, and now it is known to a few people that it has fallen - prosperity is dry skin, and flesh and blood have rotted - in a corner.

The four people in the blue brick pavilion did not move, as if they were dead.

The main hall was hunched over and heartbroken in the weeping of the piano sound.

Han Xiyue, who was cross-kneeling in the hall, and her clear tears flowed down the blood marks in the corners of her eyes, and the Red Phoenix Sword in the same place was still crawling towards her master.

The masked witch walking on the battlefield, the sword in her hand had turned blood-red - red with blood, and behind her was a corpse that was still bleeding, the blood was hot, this corpse spread from a distance to her feet, and the earth was stained red with blood.

The blood sun in the sky was hanging in the sky, and the white clouds in the sky were turning blood, and they were sweeping away from the east to the west.

A piece of wind blew up and swept towards the walking white-clothed witch with a sky full of blood and sand, stepped into the yellow sand with her right foot, and was swallowed up by the blood and sand in the sky.

The screen turns.

A girl in white sat on the bluestone on the edge of the cliff, a pair of bloody eyes looked into the distance, the magic pattern on her forehead was more lifelike than before, delicate and elegant, the skull at the center of her eyebrows had become a blood skull, and a bloody sword was inserted on the edge of the cliff beside her.

"Who am I, why am I here?, have I killed someone?" the voice filled with helplessness.

- You are you. This is the place you love. Those people were damned people, and the sounds of temptation rang in her ears.

"I'm me—who are you? I like it here? Why should they damn it?"

- I am you. You love to kill, we love to kill. They are the ones who killed our mothers, and we are going to kill them.

"Is that really the case?"

- Yes! Yes! Pick up the sword and slay them, vent the anger in our hearts, let the killing in our hearts be unleashed! Let's kill a happy ...... Let's avenge our mother.

The girl in white clenched her hands into fists, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes.

"Kill ——?"