Zhu Kexin saw that not only did he not run away, but he went crazy, attacking himself, why did he want to take revenge, knowing that he was very different from the pair of fake brothers of the Qingcheng faction, and he felt a little remorseful, but only for a moment, he thought of the misery of his youth, and hardened his heart.

Although Daochang Li was holding a sword, he was too far away from her, and he was hurt in his heart, so he just blindly attacked, and in less than ten moves, he was hit by Zhu Kexin's palm, his feet staggered, and blood sprayed wildly.

He stood up with a stake, stared at Zhu Kexin fiercely and scolded: "Demon girl, devil, although you have practiced divine skills, you are so ruthless and do not know right from wrong, what is the difference between you and Ouyang Zhenxiong of the Shura Sect? It is expected that last year, people from Kunlun, Taishan and other factions were all harmed by you. If you oppose the people of the world for no reason, sooner or later you will be hated and hunted down by the people of the world, and you will die at the hands of the people of the world. After saying that, the long sword wiped his neck and committed suicide.

Zhu Kexin has never been scolded as a demon girl or a demon, but at this time, he scolded him twice in a row, and compared him with Ouyang Zhenxiong, he was stunned for a while, although he was not happy at all when he saw him die, and said to himself: "Am I not doing it right? Shouldn't they be killed? I have become a demon girl and a demon by doing this? Like Ouyang Zhenxiong, I am hated by the people of the world, and even more than him? I am a demon girl, the devil?"

After standing for a long time, he said: "Among the martial arts, which one is not too secretive and salivating? I have suffered so far, isn't it all thanks to them?" Thinking of this, his regret suddenly disappeared, he looked at the two corpses coldly, walked to Li Daochang's corpse, took the sword from his hand, took off the scabbard, and played with it in his hand.

I saw that there were many patterns carved on the scabbard, the color was golden, and there were three big characters, but I didn't recognize it, and it was expected to be the three words of the sword that the two of them said.

The sword was less than three feet long, green and shining, shining with cold light, and Li Daochang's blood flowed on it, rolling endlessly. With a gentle flick of his hand, all the blood beads were gone, and there were no stains.

Zhu Ke was pleased to see that this sword was a thousand years ago, after a thousand years, it was not damaged at all, and he loved it in his heart, but he thought that this sword was given by two kings to two famous loyal ministers to commit suicide, and the sword was attached to the soul of two loyal ministers, which was an ominous thing, and he didn't like it.

I remember that on that high mountain, the sexless old nun once told her about the famous sword, which is a thing of temperament, with aura, some swords can bring good luck to the master, while some swords can bring disaster to the person, unless it meets the true master.

If the famous sword encounters a non-human, not only will it not bring good luck to that person, but it will drink the blood of that person to increase the aura. Some swords do not drink human blood for a long time, and after a long time, the light will dim and the aura will gradually fade.

Zhu Kexin thought of this, took the sword and looked at it for a long time, and said secretly: "I don't know if what Wuxin said is true or false? This sword has been buried in the ground for thousands of years, and it has just been stolen by He Bufan, and it was sent to this Li Daochang of the Hengshan faction, so he drank his blood and killed him.

But then again, if they hadn't happened to meet me, and if I had just gone quietly and had no intention of killing them, how could this sword drink his blood? The key is not me, how can it be this sword?

As far as I know, this sword has drunk the blood of three people, all of whom were forced to commit suicide. I don't have a sword in my hand now, this sword is so sharp, if I carry it to Mount Tai, I will definitely be able to kill many Shura thieves, defeat Ouyang Zhenxiong, and avenge my parents and relatives. Even if it is really spiritual, possessed by the souls of two loyal ministers, and my Zhu Kexin family has a deep blood feud, it will also help me and bring me auspiciousness. ”

Thinking of this, he looked at the long sword in his hand again, and saw that the light on the sword was rolling, and it seemed to be more brilliant and spiritual than before he drank blood. So he put the sword in its sheath, put it on the ground, bowed twice, and then took it up with both hands, and put it on his body.

Then he looked at the two corpses on the ground, shook his head, shook his head, and turned away.

Zhu Ke Xinxiao stayed overnight, and in a few days, he arrived at the border of Qilu, which was less than two days away from Mount Tai. It was still early on August 15, and she saw that there were many pedestrians on the road, so she stopped moving forward and walked elsewhere.

On this day, she came to a place to go, and saw a high mountain rising in front of her, stretching for dozens of miles, and she was very happy in her heart, and walked towards a peak in the mountain.

In less than half an hour, they had reached the mountainside, but they saw a valley on the side of the mountainside, which was shaded by trees, quiet and hidden, so they divided the flowers and grass and walked to the valley.

After that dense forest, the valley suddenly opened up, and there was a flat land, mixed with flowers and plants, and although it was the end of summer, many flowers were in full bloom. On the grass, countless birds and beasts played back and forth, and when they saw someone coming, they were not surprised and timid, and they circled around her. The most strange thing is that there are two sika deer, with their first eight-pointed horns, running in front of her, their front legs slightly bent, their heads drooping downward, and saluting her again and again, as if to welcome guests from afar. When he had finished his work, he touched his hand lightly with his lips and took the lead to walk inside, as if inviting a guest into the room, leading the way.

Zhu Kexin saw that the valley was strange and strange, and the two sika deer were more spiritual, so he was overjoyed, so he walked in with the two sika deer. She had just walked a few steps when she heard the roar of a tiger in the valley, and in a blink of an eye, a spotted tiger burst out of it, like lightning, and pounced on her. Zhu Kexin was startled, jumped away, and after the tiger pounced in the air, the long tail was cut and swept towards her waist. Zhu Kexin dodged again. She saw that this tiger pounced and swept away, very powerful, with great rules, like a martial arts master, it was expected that there were strange people in this valley.

The tiger turned around, and when he saw that he hadn't touched Zhu Kexin twice, he bent his front legs slightly, made a gesture of wanting to pounce, and looked at her. Zhu Kexin pressed the handle of the sword with his hand and looked at him.

The tiger crouched for a moment, then suddenly rose and flew into the air, slapping its forefoot in her face. Zhu Kexin's sword was half drawn, his mind turned, he pressed it back, stretched out his hand to open the tiger's front palm, and slapped it towards the tiger's belly with one palm. The tiger was in pain, fell to the ground, opened its bloody mouth, revealed the sharp teeth in its mouth, wagged its tail and slowly circled around Zhu Kexin, waiting for the opportunity to attack again.

Zhu Kexin knows that this tiger must have taught martial arts tricks, there must be strange hermits living in this valley, not to offend for no reason, and secondly, the young man's temperament, he also wants to fight with this tiger, so he will not draw his sword.

The tiger spun around twice, and then rushed over, and Zhu Kexin slapped a palm in front of him. The tiger knew that it was powerful, and suddenly its body turned, and the tiger's tail swept in with the momentum, and the wind was whistling.

Zhu Kexin jumped up in the air, twisted his waist, landed on the tiger's back, grabbed the tiger's mane with both hands, and firmly clamped his legs.

The tiger was ridden on her back, and it was even more furious, and the tiger roared again and again, jumped up in the air, and tried to throw her off.

Zhu Kexin clamped her legs and secretly sneered in her heart.

The tiger jumped a few times, but instead of throwing off Zhu Kexin, it was so tired that he opened his mouth and gasped, so he shook his tail and shook his head on the ground, turned around a few times, and suddenly, rolled to the ground.