Chapter 497: Raise your head to the sky and call for help

At the foot of the peak, it seems that the purple clouds are overwhelming.

The sword glimmered and stopped.

No matter how the name is changed, if you don't resent, you are still angry, and the sword is also higher and more difficult to change, and the sword intent reflects the master.

The sword is deeply influenced by Xu Wei.

Xu Wei was forcibly suppressing his original violent nature, and it was okay in ordinary times, but whenever there was a sudden change in something, just like at this moment, it was the influx of seawater, and the waterfall poured for thousands of miles.

Nanzhou's bloody sword cultivation became famous, that is, in the early days of the Xuanhuang Emperor, a single sword slaughtered a man's small and prestigious second-rate sect on the mountain, and one of the sects was at the peak of the Xuanhuang Emperor, as for Xu Wei's starting source at that time, it was very simple, and he was in a bad mood, so there must be a place to vent.

The consistent state style of Nanzhou is to find another one who is in a bad mood and fight a fight that only divides life and death, regardless of victory or defeat.

And the reason why he Xu Wei is called a bloody sword cultivator is that whenever he is in a bad mood, he will slaughter people and destroy the whole sect, but fortunately, there is no shortage of sects in Nanzhou, and you have been fighting for thousands of years, and the large and small sects have not decreased, but have shown a steady rise.

As for the result of the battle between Xu Wei and the master of the Xuanhuang peak faction in the early stage of the Xuanhuang Emperor at that time, it was Xu Wei, a young man who had just entered the Xuanhuang Emperor, who lost, but he only lost, and the Xuanhuang Peak, who was three levels higher than the Xuanhuang Peak, failed to do so, and he couldn't keep the young man who cultivated the sword.

There is also a controversial state style in Nanzhou, that is, not holding grudges, this kind of not holding grudges is not that today you destroy my door, tomorrow we can still drink together and call brothers and brothers, but between two monks, after a fair fight, whether it is dead or alive, one lying or two standing, and then it is light and light, and the avenue is facing the sky.

Otherwise, there are so many sects in Nanzhou, there are so many enemies, and if the cultivation level is a little higher, there will be more enemies, so would it be difficult to be on guard every day about who wants to kill me and who wants to kill me?

However, this bloody sword cultivator Xu Wei, who ranked second on the death list, was not afraid at all.

Less than half a year later, a monk at the peak of the Xuanhuang died tragically in a lively street, a sword pierced through the eyebrows in the eyes, the soul was destroyed, the dead can no longer die, the person who moved the sword is naturally the bloody sword cultivator Xu Wei without exception, at that time his cultivation was already from the early days of the Xuanhuang Emperor into the Xuanhuang period, half a short time in the snap of his fingers, Xu Wei can stubbornly raise his own cultivation in a small realm, which can be described as a genius.

And this is just a small piece of stone with the word "blood" in front of the name of the sword cultivator Xu Wei, so there are many monks in Nanzhou who want to kill Xu Wei, there are many monks in other states, from time to time, maybe it is when he is eating, maybe it is the time to rest with his eyes closed, and even when he Xu Wei lets go of his hands and feet and kills people, there will always be monks who want to kill him Xu Wei by means of no compromise.

So these people have become one stepping stone after another for him Xu Wei to become famous.

However, Xu Wei has been able to live until now, especially because he can still break into the name of Nuo in the Nanzhou realm, because of an unwritten written rule in Nanzhou, that is, the strong people on the top of the mountain in the upper three realms are not allowed to kill the genius monks under the upper three realms, and the more famous they are, the more they can't, otherwise what if the top of the mountain realm looks at the unpleasant ones under the three realms, and they shoot them to death with a casual shot? There are so many people in the upper three realms of Nanzhou, they are so unscrupulous, and there are a few coincidences that accidentally squeeze up to the top of the mountain?

As for those who do not comply, it can only be a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats, and when a person is afraid to go to the three realms every day.

Therefore, the sword cultivation of Xu Wei in the Middle Three Realms, and the cultivation of the bloody sword Xu Wei, can live peacefully until now, thanks to this unwritten rule on the mountain of Nanzhou.

Of course, there are no taboos above the upper three realms, and whoever has a big fist can live a long life.

If you are not convinced, you have to have a sword, under the upper three realms, I am afraid that there are too few monks who can cross the upper three realms, and if you rest on the upper three realms, that is, I am afraid that there are too many monks in the upper three realms, and if you take a big breath of the mountain peak aura, then the other upper three realms will have to take a sip less, so if Xu Wei can take that step, there must be a few people waiting for him who have long been unhappy with him.

Xu Wei's nature has not changed, at least it has not changed now, it is still the bloody sword cultivator Xu Wei, who has become just a shallow face that appears on the surface.

Therefore, at this moment, there is still a smell of blood in the purple clouds in the sky, and it is like a burning purple cloud in the sky.

Xu Wei's temper is not good, Sword Cultivation Xu Wei's temper is even worse, and Bloody Sword Cultivation Xu Wei's temper is particularly bad.

Therefore, at this moment, Xu Wei did not hide his original temperament at all, and looked at Cui Puyang's eyes, all of which were murderous.

And he first interrupted his Xuan vein, and then kept his consciousness awake, and he peeled off the wisps of his hard-earned sword path little by little, and under the collapse of the avenue, he Xu Wei had to pay a lot of money, leaving the other party alive, and letting him fend for himself like a dying puppy.

The reason why that second-rate sect sect caused his sword to slaughter the sect was because one of the disciples in his sect was estimated to be a descendant disciple, and when he met Xu Wei, who did not deliberately reveal his cultivation at that time, he estimated that he wanted to show his majesty before the woman he liked.

Looking at Xu Wei, who seemed to be weak at the time, soft and glutinous and seemed to be easy to bully, he asked, "Your kid is a sword cultivator?

In fact, Xu Wei's temper in the early stage of Xuanhuang at that time was much better than the temper of Xu Wei, who was at the peak of Xuanhuang now.

It's just that others don't know, and he Xu Wei won't say it.

The huge and miscellaneous monks, including Chu Liang, all retreated and left the 100-meter range of one high and one small, and the fights between gods and men often hurt the pond fish.

Cui Puyang's face became more and more innocent, and he suddenly turned his head, pulled his big voice above his head behind him, and shouted: "Hey, old guy, if you don't come again, your favorite baby disciple will be beaten to death! Without such a lovely disciple as me, you are afraid that you will not be able to find the next one even with a lantern in the future." ”

There was silence, all of them were speechless, and all their eyes were looking at Cui Puyang, the little man who seemed to be sprinkling.

First of all, Xu Wei, who was closest to Cui Puyang, the sword intent and battle intent all over his body became more and more intense, the purple sword cloud above his head became more and more heavy, and the smell of blood was almost actually smellable.

Then there was Xu Cangran, who was holding the sword, inexplicably, clenching the long sword in his arms.