The knife is a cold knife, the blood is blood, looking at the blade on the chest that is still stained with blood beads, Kuroko's originally dark red eyes are full of surprise and disbelief, he slowly turned his head, wanting to see the face of the person who leaned his head on his back, the face that gets along day and night, both majestic and loving.

"Why?" Kuroko's tone was filled with anger, disappointment and despair of betrayal.

However, in the old man's hoarse voice, there was a lingering greed, "Apprentice, I have raised you for so long for the teacher, just for this day!"

In the eyes of his master, it turned out that he was a tool, a tool that helped him obtain the Kunwu knife, and in vain he was full of gratitude and reverence for the old man in front of him.

"Don't you know, even if you don't need to do this, if you want, I'll still give you the knife!" Kuroko's voice choked, and the pain and trauma in his heart were even greater than the wounds on his body.

The Drunken Sword Immortal stood silently not far away, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes, just now, he had already determined that this Crazy Sword Demon Lord had died under his own sword, and he had obviously collapsed his Yin Vein Spirit Mountain, why?

Thinking of this, the Drunken Sword Immortal suddenly shuddered, and he thought of one thing.

Legend has it that there is a clan of demons who can be born to live in other people's physique and be able to continue their lives, but this clan is too vicious and not tolerated even within the demons, so it was exterminated by several major royal clans in the demon clan.

Thinking of this, the Drunken Sword Immortal suddenly looked at the figure standing behind the young man, and at this moment, he couldn't see the face of the Crazy Sword Demon Lord clearly, but he could feel a trace of rather vicious spiritual power, filling the place.

Kuroko was trembling, and he felt a trace of spiritual power pouring into his body, gradually corroding his thoughts, and a cold feeling came from the wound.

"Ahh

"Apprentice, don't struggle, it only takes a while, and you won't feel pain!" The old voice echoed in Kuroko's ears, and his black body was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly wriggling behind Kuroko.

The Drunken Sword Immortal looked at this scene coldly, although he already knew something in his heart, but he was not a warm-hearted person, and the internal strife of the demon clan would be solved by themselves.

The fairy sword was sheathed, and the drunken sword fairy took out a wine gourd, as if watching a play, and sat on a willow branch not far away.

"Ahh

"That Terran Sword Immortal, don't you want to make a move?" two voices came out of Kuroko's mouth, sounding rather strange.

The Drunken Sword Immortal waved his hand, and said with a lively look: "I don't get involved in your own business!"

For him, such a scene of a teacher killing a son is rare.

Kuroko fell silent, he slowly calmed down from the despair at the beginning, his body had begun to be out of his control, and his dry voice sounded again: "Good apprentice, the sword cultivator of the human race, I wish we were in our own internal strife, do you still want others to save you?"

"Huh!" Drunken Sword Fairy's ears moved, and there was a wicked smile on his face, "I wasn't going to make a move, but since you said so, then I really can't fulfill your wish!"

The Drunken Sword Immortal's original unsheathed fairy sword was unsheathed again, and a touch of coldness passed through Kuroko's body.

"Ahh

"This is ... There was surprise and a hint of horror in Kuroko's mouth.

"My dear master, you have cultivated the sword intent for one or two hundred years, and I will accept it!" Kuroko suddenly said unhappily and sadly at this moment.

"I thought it was a picture of a dove occupying a magpie's nest, but I didn't expect it to be a situation where I threw myself into a net!" The Drunken Sword Immortal looked at the black shadow on the fairy sword, the body of the fairy sword shook, and the dark night was crushed and turned into black smoke.

There was a voice in Kuroko's body roaring, "Damn Terran Sword Cultivator, you ants, you deserve to die!"

"Thank you for your teaching over the years!" Kuroko said, the magic knife had no edge, and a strange knife shadow suddenly slashed from Mozi's back, and under this knife shadow, there seemed to be a huge black shadow behind Mozi, which was split in two.

And as the figure was scattered, Mozi's dark red eyes lit up with a touch of blood red in an instant, and Mozi lifted the Kunwu knife and went straight to the drunken sword immortal.

The Drunken Sword Immortal's body retreated, and the Immortal Sword came out from behind his body, facing the sunspot holding the magic knife.

The black man holding the magic knife swept away the fairy sword with one hand, and then turned around and slashed at the drunken sword fairy with a swing of the knife, the sword shadow was incomparable, fast and terrifying.

The figure of the Drunken Sword Immortal floated away, he turned around and flashed, and then held the Immortal Sword that had returned to him out of thin air, stroked the Drunken Sword Immortal who had returned to him, caressed the body of the sword, drank a lot, and under the look of a wild wolf, the Drunken Sword Immortal swung his sword.

The shadow of the sword floats, a sword turns into ten thousand swords, and the shadow of the sword is like a dragon, and it goes straight to the sunspot.

Kuroko retreated, the magic knife rotated, and the sword light shot out, like slashing a dragon, destroying all the sword shadows, and a buzzing sound, a silver-white sword light, straight to Kuroko's throat.

Between the line of life and death, on the altar, an obscure black figure suddenly appeared, he stood with the expression of the sunspot, and grabbed the long sword of the Drunken Sword Immortal with one hand, under the frightened gaze of the Drunken Sword Immortal, the figure forcibly divided the immortal sword that had followed the Drunken Sword Immortal for many years.

The spirit sword jade that he had cultivated for many years was broken, and the drunken sword fairy was implicated, and a mouthful of blood gushed up in his throat, and he swallowed it alive, and looked at the fairy sword that was only half left in his hand, and there was pain in the eyes of the drunken sword fairy.

"Old brother, I thought I was a catastrophe, but it will affect you!" Drunken Sword Immortal muttered in a low voice, as if he had already guessed this scene.

The black shadow stood behind Kuroko, indifferent and grandiose, he reached out and grabbed Kuroko, and the black claws brought out a black true soul from Kuroko's body, it was Kuroko's master, the demon soul of the Crazy Sword Demon Lord, but at this moment it was like a trapped beast, struggling desperately.

"Master, what to do with him?" said the black figure without the slightest emotion.

Kuroko looked at the group of true souls indifferently, but he didn't kill him, he looked at the drunken sword fairy in front of him, and there was a trace of thought in his eyes, "You go! I won't kill you today!"

The Drunken Sword Immortal sneered and said, "The world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at the world for not being able to see through it! Today I am a step behind in my skills, and I have already been defeated, but my human race cultivator, how can I be greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"Look at the move!" The Drunken Sword Immortal's sword aura was like the rising sun, and the sword aura was brilliant.

"En!" Kuroko's dark red eyes were full of surprise, he didn't expect that the sword immortal in front of him, who was already obviously disheartened, would still have such a resolute sword heart at this moment.

"In that case, then you can be the first whetstone of my treasure knife!" Kuroko swung his knife and slashed at the Drunken Sword Immortal with a grand sword aura.

A sword and a sword, colliding in the air, the sky was full of snow, and the willow trees within a radius of one mile were broken at the waist, and the fracture was neatly disposed of.

And at this moment, a multicolored sword intent flew from the north and stabbed directly into the back of Kuroko's head.

Kuroko waved his sword on guard, looking at the sword intent that was split into light spots by him, and there was jealousy in his eyes.

Not far away, the drunken sword fairy fell to the ground in rags, not knowing his life or death.

"You can't leave if you don't leave!" a calm voice came, as if to warn, but also like a warning.

Kuroko looked back at the Drunken Sword Immortal, thought for a while, and finally left here quickly with the Kunwu Sword.

In Qingshui Village, Xu Yuqing hugged the back of his head, held a withered grass in his mouth, looked at Lao Huang with a calm expression, and said casually: "Lao Huang, it seems that something in your small box just now ran out!"

"Young master, I guess you're dazzled!" Lao Huang patted his robe to cover up the small box, and he turned his head to look at the west, with a trace of deep and inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

"The peach blossom hermitage in the peach blossom dock, the peach blossom fairy under the peach blossom hermitage... Lao Huang hummed a little song in his mouth, followed behind Xu Yuqing, and walked away leisurely.

There was disgust in Xu Yuqing's eyes in front of him, "Lao Huang, have you picked up money?"

Lao Huang doesn't care, in this world, there are still some valuable things that need to be protected, like a fire in the wind, even if he is weak, it still gives him a glimmer of hope, maybe in the future, he is also the spark of the spark, with the momentum of the prairie fire in the world.

On the top of Yunmeng Mountain, the old beggar stared at the colored pillar of light that disappeared again, with a slight sneer, and the jade pick on the opposite side was reciting the ancient poem called "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" in a low voice.

"Even if I am heartbroken by this world, I still want to do more things to make this world a little better!"

"Say some stupid things! The great cultivators in the world are the will of heaven, and turning things around is also within one hand, this piece of heaven and earth is a world where the strong are respected after all!" The old beggar sneered: "That drunken sword immortal is just a drunk, and he will only go crazy drunk!"

Yu Zhu smiled silently, this game of chess is only halfway through, such as today's sin ancient land, twelve creation artifacts, taken away one after another, the ancient land has become more and more stormy, but he is not panicked.

He still thinks more about winning or losing.

"Lord Zuo Xiang, you have painstakingly prepared so many back-ups, so much so that I am flattered. Yu picked up a few white seeds and didn't drop them in a hurry.

"This is the warm-up!" said the old beggar with disdain, "What's the matter?

"After all, this is not an easy matter, and it is never so easy to play against you!"

When the old beggar heard this, he was nervous for no reason, to put it bluntly, Yu Zhu understood him, and he also understood Yu Xuan, at this moment in the chess game, it stands to reason that he has the advantage at the moment, but the old beggar always has a sense of loss in his heart.

Even if he has no last resort, he always feels that he has missed something.

From the beginning of the Zhaotian Realm to Kunwu Dao, Yu Pick's expression was too calm, although such a scene may also have elements of Yu Pick's forcible cover-up, but the cautious old beggar still has to think a little more.

"Are you in a hurry!" the old beggar said slowly, his face trembled, and after a long time, his eyes fell to the glass that was not far away and was in the snow, the wine power of this spirit pulp was really good!

The earth is shaking, in the spirit well, the fairy sister is lying on the jade bed, the white lotus arm is gently raised, and a picture slides in front of her, from time to time she looks at it, as if she doesn't care about the changes in the ancient earth, in her eyes, there is only that figure.

Somewhere above Shenzhou, the old man was standing on the top of a mountain, and beside him sat a god man wearing the appearance of a general in heavy armor, and his eyes were quite unkind at the moment.

"I said, you bad old man, don't come to trouble our Kunlun Mountain!" The god's tone was quite serious, as if he was holding back his anger, and he dusted off the palm of the old man on his shoulder.

"Old Qin, don't be so stingy! I don't plan to take in an apprentice and want to get a treasure for him!" the old man put his hand on the god's shoulder again, clasped his nose and said.

"Well, how many good things have you taken from me in the past few hundred years?" When the man of God heard this, he almost burst into his nostrils with flames, and the bad old man didn't say that it was okay, but didn't it make him even worse.

"Why don't I dig up some mud and pry some tiles from your heavenly gate!" the old man said, squatting in the corner and drawing circles.

"You are really embarrassed to say that you have dug up thousands of catties of my Kunlun Mountain's five treasures, do you know that those great cultivators with their nostrils facing the sky have to beg me to give them one or two catties! Speaking of the tiles you pried, do you know that the tiles on my heavenly gate are all engraved piece by piece by the great merits of the ancient great monks! Each piece is priceless!" The god man punched the old man who was drawing circles in front of him with his fist.

The old man thought about it, and it seemed that he was indeed a little unreasonable, and said with a somewhat disgraced smile: "It's a bit hurtful to say this!"

"Don't talk to me about feelings, I don't have many treasures!" This time, the god man obviously didn't want to be slaughtered as a fat sheep by the old man in front of him again, and planned to be ruthless to the end.

"Okay! You, now you're pretending to be my uncle! Who was it back then that day and night from all over Shenzhou to retrieve your scattered divine souls for you? Who was the one who was ashamed to sneak into the forbidden places of the demon and demon races and take out the fragments of your divine body? Who traveled all over the four seas and ten thousand islands to find the Ten Thousand Spirit Water?" The old man was only half the height of the god, and he jumped up and scolded at this moment.

The god clasped his ears, as if he had heard calluses, "As the fifth great cultivator of the human race, you can only sprinkle like a shrew?"

"You still know that I am the fifth of the Terrans! I think you are awesome, you are the fifth of the Terrans!" the old man said angrily.

"Without the taste of cultivation, is it uncomfortable?" the god man suddenly sneered, and he showed a hint of joy after a rare smile in a hundred years.

"Uncomfortable, old man, I'm going to live soon!" the old man chirped crookedly, but there was a rare sense of loss in his expression.

"Don't ink too, I'm afraid of you!" The god man took out a blood-red object from his arms, threw it to the old man and said, "This thing is enough for you to give your disciple a greeting gift!"

The old man still looked a little lonely, but at this moment, he caught the blood-red object, and finally showed a bright smile and said, "Yes, I didn't hurt you in vain!"

"Get out!" the man wanted to kick the bad old man away, but he was about to kick the old man's foot and replace it with the giant sword he held in his hand.

"Qin Luwu, I'm not done with you!" could only hear the old man's roar in the air.

The god man sat cross-legged, his gaze fell to the realm of Shenzhou, and finally closed his eyes, and behind him, a tall portal towered between the clouds and mist.