"Yakiniku, fresh pancakes."

"Rouge, Rouge who just arrived, this girl has come to see this latest arrival Rouge, you are satisfied."

"Steamed buns, steamed buns that are still hot just out of the pot."

The sound of selling on both sides of the street is endless, and Song Hexuan is dazzled to see it, to be honest, since he came out of the broken temple, he really hasn't gone shopping once, and he is either chased and killed or rushed to kill others every day, and he is too tired to get it.

Easily took an apple from a fruit stand, and Song Hexuan just ate the apple from Shunlai while observing the surrounding situation. Watching the pair of soldiers running by beside him, he secretly sighed that the funny energy of the man named Zhang Song just now was not small, and the army was dispatched for a while.

Looking at this group of soldiers with portraits of his clothes searching all over the street, Song Hexuan, who was standing beside them, wanted to say to them, big brother, don't you know that there is a word called disguise, who is so stupid, dressed so obviously for you to arrest.

tightened the dark iron rod on his back, and carried the golden black knife at his waist. Song Hexuan walked into the largest inn in Jinling City-Yuelai Inn in front of the soldiers on the street.

"Little Er, bring me a room, I want to stay here for a few days."

A small gold cake that solves all problems in an instant. Under the farewell of the innkeeper who smiled and a chrysanthemum, Song Hexuan followed the shopkeeper to the Tianzi No. A room on the second floor, glanced around, and found that it was not bad, and after throwing two rewards to Xiao Er, he told him not to disturb him if he had nothing to do.

After Xiao Er left, Song Hexuan immediately closed the door and gently pressed his two hands against the wall. The lilac true qi slowly flowed out of the palm of his hand and began to radiate towards all corners of the room. For the sake of a while, Song Hexuan had to be so careful, he wanted to ensure that he was 100% safe.

Finally, after the true qi turned around to make sure that nothing happened, Song Hexuan threw the iron rod behind his back, sat cross-legged on the bed alone and began to meditate. In fact, if you want to say that this Xuantie stick, it was taken from the bodyguards brought by Zhang Song when Song Hexuan left, just a few days ago, Wu Dingji gave a set of defeat stick methods, and now with such a stick, it is convenient for him to disguise his identity.

Closing his eyes, Song Hexuan, who fell into darkness, appeared in front of Wu Dingji again, this time not because of anything else, but to improve his understanding of the Blood Sword Sutra and the Evil Skill against the Heavens, these three sets of martial arts have now been cultivated to the upper limit, if they are not upgraded, I am afraid that on the thirteenth day of September, Song Hexuan and the four of them will be thrown to Ding Jiuzhong's side, and they may not know who will protect whom.

And the matter of Ding Jiuzhong has been widely implicated, I am afraid that the real enemy may not be able to point out who it will be at that time? At that time, if you don't pop out a few old monsters, you will be sorry for the audience. Therefore, now Song Hexuan just wants to quickly improve his strength.

Whew, shmmm, smh.

Three rays of light flashed, and Song Hexuan originally thought that recently, the blood knife trio that he would not even see before the character was completed appeared again.

Looking at the tears on the bloody knife's face and the indelible sadness on Cangxuan's face, Song Hexuan really wanted to ask, but he couldn't, everyone didn't want to be known the secret, and others shouldn't bother.

"Yo, Song boy. It's been a long time. This time, I was able to come out thanks to you. ”

The blood knife that pretended to be the spirit opened the situation first, and after holding back the sadness and putting away the expression on his face, the blood knife began to talk to Song Hexuan to resolve the embarrassment, and although Cangxuan and Kurong beside him did not speak, they also looked at Song Hexuan with a grateful expression.

"Ahem" Song Hexuan, who coughed twice, first thought about it, but after thinking to no avail, he simply said straight to the point and the three of them. "When I came out of you this time, I improved my internal strength, and now my three sets of martial arts have been cultivated to a bottleneck, so I want to come to you."

Oh, the three of them had a suddenly realized expression, no wonder the three of them could come out of the kind of dead place just now, it turned out that Wu Dingji asked them to be masters again.

"Boy, your bottleneck is not our bottleneck, although our experience can allow you to be promoted quickly, and even allow you to be promoted to the innate realm in just half a month, but boy, have you ever thought about such a problem, using our things to cultivate the internal strength we have given you. So in the end, whose internal strength is it? ”

Jiao Erlang was sitting on the ground with the blood knife looking at Song Hexuan with his eyes full of banter, while next to him were Cang Xuan and Ku Rong standing behind the blood knife with a look of agreement.

Indeed, the topic of the Blood Knife directly knocked Song Hexuan into obscurity, it was really according to what the Blood Knife just said, so in the end, did he have any martial arts that really belonged to him, and whether there was anyone else who was not someone else.

The words of the blood knife made Song Hexuan fall into contemplation in an instant, this sentence is like a deafening sound of the morning bell and dusk drum in his ears now, which directly woke up Song Hexuan, who had always been smug.

Looking at Kurong and Cangxuan, Song Hexuan suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

"Daoist Kurong, Lord Demon Lord, do you two think so too?"

"Immeasurable Tianzun, Poor Dao doesn't understand any big truth, Poor Dao just knows that even if this rootless duckweed is beautiful, it is also a flower in the moon mirror in the water, and the void will always be empty, really."

Ku Rong's words extinguished Song Hexuan's last illusion, and looked at the two blood-red characters on Wuding's book - promotion. I don't know why, Song Hexuan suddenly felt that these two were so dazzling, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Boy, let me ask you a question. What do you think of the Blood Knife Sutra, can you describe to me your truest feelings. ”

How do you really feel? What the hell is this, Song Hexuan was a little confused, but the words asked by this blood knife at this time must have his special meaning, at this critical moment, he believed that the blood knife would not make such a joke.

"How does it really feel? If you want to talk about feelings, I can feel this blood knife from the time you taught me in Suzhou, it is bloody, blood flowing. In other words, it's a complete killing. No reason, no reason, nothing. It is to kill. ”

Closing his eyes, he slowly recalled the memories in his mind, and gradually Song Hexuan began to say his understanding of the Blood Knife Sutra, although it seemed a bit shallow to the Blood Knife, but in terms of promotion at this stage, it was completely enough. All he needed was a key to open the next door.

"Do you still remember the sentence you saw when you chose the Blood Knife Sutra, blood rain and bloody wind, bloodthirsty and extinguished. Remember, this is the true meaning of the Blood Knife Sutra. ”

"Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. Remember, Song boy, this killing is the most primitive and instinctive action of human beings. Mere killing is not a sin. ”

When Song Hexuan heard the words of the blood knife, his mind exploded. Cold, bone-piercing, bloodthirsty. Gradually, Song Hexuan began to understand the meaning of the words Blood Knife, it turned out that this was the real practice of the Blood Knife Sutra, and this was the true meaning of the Blood Knife Sutra.