Fifteen miles northeast of the west of Qingshui Village, there is a place called Wuti Hill, where the Cangjiang River diverges, the three rivers go north, and the Cangjiang River goes south.

There are a lot of willow trees growing on the Wuqi hill, and now it is a few miles of the first month, and the willow trees on the shore are bare, and the dark and delicate willow branches are like young girls' green silk swaying in the cold wind.

In front of the black cry hill, the white expanse, the snow is piled up, it is extraordinarily calm, the Cangjiang River next to it is turbulent and rushing, it is quite lively, and above the cold Cangjiang River at the moment, a flat boat goes down the river, in the turbulent Cangjiang River, it seems small and weak.

The small wooden boat rises and falls in the waves, let the waves blow and the wind blows, I look forward leisurely, to make people fascinated, on the small wooden boat, two black-robed people one sitting on the bow of the boat, one sitting on the stern of the boat.

The boat traveled to the front of the Wuti Hill, slowly approached the shore, and the two of them stepped on the Wuti Hill one after the other, looked at the direction, and finally walked into the depths of the willow forest and disappeared into a white vastness.

After a while, the two of them appeared in the middle of the black hill, surrounded by willow trees, there was a quaint altar here, and at this moment, the two people wrapped in black scarves looked at a long black knife inserted in the center of the altar at the same time.

"Master, is this the Kunwu Knife?" The black-robed man next to him, who was a little shorter, slowly ripped off his face scarf, revealing a white face.

It was a teenager, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, with a touch of heat in his dark red eyes under his black hair.

The tall black-robed man stepped forward, he slowly pulled down his black scarf, revealing his vicissitudes of life, and placed his palm on the steps on the edge of the altar, gently wiping away the heavy white snow on the cornerstone of an altar, revealing the original appearance of the black and cyan stone below.

"Yes, this is one of the treasures of our demon clan, the Kunwu Sword! The entire Shenzhou, the same name as the Demon Clan's Destruction Axe!" the old man had a hint of emotion in his eyes.

As his gaze moved upward, his gaze fell on the black knife that was quietly inserted in the center of the altar.

Even though they were the descendants of the bloodline of the master of the Kunwu Sword, they didn't dare to set foot on the altar at this moment, because a strong evil aura always shrouded around the altar.

Although the Kunwu Knife is the treasure of the Demon Clan, it is also a Demon Knife, an ominous knife that only the true owner can control.

"Kuroko, are you really going to try?" The old man got up and looked back at the young man behind him, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, even he was not sure whether his proud disciple could really get the recognition of this magic sword.

Legend has it that there has always been only one master of the Kunwu Knife, which is one of the four strongest people of the Demon Clan, and as for the swordsmen who have been recognized by the Kunwu Knife in later generations, they are just the sword slaves of the Kunwu Knife.

"Master, didn't you say that I was a rare swordsman in the demon clan in a hundred years, if I didn't try it, how could I prove it!"

The old man didn't stop it, there was a lot of worry in his eyes, but under the worry, there was a touch of hope and heat.

On the calm altar, suddenly a black mist appeared, and a blood-stained sword shadow appeared out of thin air, and the entire altar seemed to be cut into pieces if there was a broken mirror.

The boy stood on the edge of the altar, his hand falling on the shattered air, a trace of black-red blood sliding down, dripping on the white snow, and finally turning into a wisp of black smoke, absorbed by the blood-stained knife shadow in the center.

In an instant, the shadow of the sword trembled, and a boundless evil aura rose into the sky, and then, as if the Demon Sword of World Destruction had descended, it slowly slid down from the air, and the target was directly aimed at the black-haired boy below.

Before the blade arrived, the sword qi arrived first, the white snow on the ground stirred up, the snow foam flew, the young man's black robe was neatly split from the middle, and his black hair fluttered violently in the wind, but the young man's eyes were staring at the falling black and red magic knife shadow.

The old man looked at the scene in front of him, and did not move, he could feel the incomparable killing aura in this sword shadow, and he could also feel the strong threat of death, in the face of this huge sword shadow, he was already in the realm of the fourth grade, and he couldn't afford the slightest weakness to resist.

The shadow of the knife was getting closer and closer, and the young man's whole body trembled, and he gritted his teeth, desperately resisting the incomparable knife intent.

However, at this moment, a lazy figure suddenly appeared.

A middle-aged man in a cyan robe and a wine jug at his waist was on the willow branch below him, and his somewhat playful eyebrows reflected the young man's somewhat stunned eyes.

"It seems that you haven't missed the time!" the middle-aged man picked up the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip of it.

The old man stared at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, and there was fear in his eyes on the fairy sword behind the middle-aged man.

"Who are you?" the old man began.

Obviously, for this Terran sword cultivator who suddenly appeared, the old man instinctively felt that nothing good would happen, but now that his apprentice's trial was nearing the end, he could not be interrupted, otherwise he would be eaten by the Kunwu Sword, and it would really be considered a no chance.

"Since you are a guest of Huainan Jiangyin, you don't ask Hongchen or immortals!" After the man finished speaking, the fairy sword on his back was already out of his body.

"Drunken Sword Immortal!" The old man's brows suddenly intensified, who is not good, but there is a sword immortal who has the most headache in the demon clan in recent decades.

"Looks like it's not negotiable?" said the old man, holding the handle of the knife on his back, in a cold tone.

"Do you think I'm here to say hello to you?" said the middle-aged man with a sneer, his gaze suddenly turned cold, and the fairy sword left a white light in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he headed towards the altar.

"You dare!" the old man roared, the long knife on his back suddenly came out of his body, and a huge sword shadow slammed into the fairy sword, and the two stirred up wind and clouds in the air, which had already affected the fall of the sword shadow in the air.

The Drunken Sword Immortal shook his head, looking drunk, his fingers swirled in front of him, and the Immortal Sword seemed to be also drunk, spinning around the sword shadow in the air.

The old man frowned slightly, the human race sword cultivation has always been difficult, and now this drunken sword immortal is even more difficult among the difficult, the trajectory of his sword has always been traceless, it seems to be careless, but in fact it implies murder.

The young man stared at the magic knife that was about to fall, there was a frenzy in his eyes, and now he had felt the call of the Kunwu knife, a throbbing from the depths of the blood was awakened, the yin veins on the young man's back vibrate, and he immediately opened his chest, ready to meet the fall of the magic knife.

However, that sword light fell faster than the shadow of the magic sword, stabbing at the young man below at a strange angle.

The old man roared, he held a black long knife, the sword qi was swirling, and he slashed away, and the shadow of the knife appeared out of thin air, and he took the long sword and left.

The Drunken Sword Immortal seemed to have expected this scene for a long time, and the fairy sword swirled in the air, like a sharp arrow, passing through the old man's chest.

From the very beginning, the target of the Drunken Sword Immortal was that old man, one of the strongest swordsmen of the Demon Clan, known as the Crazy Sword Demon Lord.

"Master!" the young man saw this scene, his eyes were angry and anxious, but at the moment he couldn't move, he could only watch the fairy sword continue to pass through his master's body.

Drunken Sword Immortal looked at this scene, as if he was watching the scene when he was a child, at that time, he was just an ordinary cultivator, under the protection of his master, he was training in Shenzhou.

However, the picture is fixed in the year when the boy was fifteen years old, and it was the old man who tortured and killed his master in front of him, and this scene has been with him until now.

"As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, ten years is not too late!I have waited for more than ten years!" The Drunken Sword Immortal stared at the figure falling from the sky at this moment, with indifference in his eyes.

The old man fell heavily on the snow, his face was foaming with blood, and he stared at the Drunken Sword Immortal, as if he was still thinking about the origin of this middle-aged man.

"There are too many Terran monks who have died at your hands!" the Drunken Sword Immortal didn't want to help him recall.

"Heizi, I can't help you as a teacher!" The old man turned his head to look at his apprentice, the yin veins in his body had been shattered by the fairy sword, and his spiritual power was gone, and he was already at the point of running out of oil and lamp.

There was a trace of mist in the dark red eyes of the young man, and the magic knife fell, and the young man seemed to be experiencing some tragic change.

The Drunken Sword Immortal stared at the young man who was slowly walking towards the altar, there was a trace of jealousy in his eyes, although he didn't know what was going on, but that young man was very dangerous at the moment, and even made him, a sword cultivator who was at the peak of the four ranks, feel nervous.

The Drunken Sword Immortal tentatively guided his own Immortal Sword to attack, but an incomparable sword shadow suddenly fell from the sky and went straight to the middle-aged man's face.

"Good guy!" the middle-aged man stared at the shadow of the knife falling from his body, and finally looked at the bottomless ravine on the ground that was more than ten feet long, with a hint of happiness in his eyes.

"I'll make you pay the price with blood!" On the altar, the young man grabbed the Kunwu sword with one hand, and then said to the Drunken Sword Immortal.

The drunken sword fairy's eyebrows were solemn, and he suddenly felt that the ant-like boy didn't say crazy things!

The Kunwu knife was silently pulled out, the blade was cold, black lightning was in the air, and a huge sword shadow appeared from behind the young man, and the young man was like an emperor standing in the knife.

The Drunken Sword Immortal's whole body was full of sword intent, he originally had some reservations, but now he didn't dare to hide it in the slightest.

A majestic sword shadow stood behind the Drunken Sword Fairy, the fairy sword returned, and the sword shadow became one, the Drunken Sword Fairy's fingers pinched, and the sword shadow flickered, leaving a bright trace in the air, and went straight to the young man below.

"Slash!" The young man held the Kunwu knife with both hands, stabbed, a piercing friction sound sounded, the magic knife slid down, and the black sword shadow vibrate, as if it was about to split this side of the world, and collided with the sword shadow heavily.

"This kid ... There was solemnity in the eyes of the Drunken Sword Immortal, and the young man in front of him who had been recognized by Kunwu Dao was like a demon lord descending at this moment, and he was not weaker than the others.

However, at this moment, a blood-stained long knife suddenly poked out of the young man's chest, and under the young man's incredulous gaze, a hoarse voice sounded, "Kuroko, the master has coveted this magic knife for a long time!"