At the gate of the city, the masters responsible for guarding this sword were all shocked.

They hurriedly tried to suppress the woman in white.

As a result, the woman in white slashed the gate of the capital of Han with a backhand sword.

The master of the sword was slashed and killed several people on the spot.

Then the woman in white drifted away.

As she departed, she spoke,

"My brother didn't dare to leave his name for fear of endangering me. ”

"But how can I let my brother's reputation be buried because I am greedy for life and afraid of death?!"

"The name of this sword is Baihong, and the sword owner is my brother Nie Zheng!"

The words fell, and the woman in white left with her sword in her hand, and since then she has been hidden in the rivers and lakes and has never appeared again.

Although South Korea sent people to search for it, they were never able to find it.

The woman in white is Nie Zheng's sister Nie Jing.

And the child in her belly is not someone else's, it is her own brother, Nie Zheng's flesh and blood.

After Nie Zheng's death, Nie Jing took the white rainbow sword and went into seclusion.

Nie Zheng died, there was no body, and all that was left was a white rainbow sword.

Nie Jing was buried with a white rainbow sword instead of Nie Zheng.

And the place where Nie Zheng was buried is called the Sword Tomb.

And the ancestor of the Killing Sword Pavilion is the son of Nie Zheng and Nie Jing.

The lineage of the Killing Sword Pavilion is Nie Zheng's swordsmanship that is enough to shock the world and cry ghosts and gods.

Of course, what the killers in the Killing Sword Pavilion learned was only a very superficial part of the swordsmanship passed down by Nie Zheng.

The true essence of swordsmanship, only those who worship the sword tomb and kill the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are qualified to be taught.

And after worshipping the sword grave, you don't have to be a killer anymore.

Nor does it have to be under the control of the Killing Sword Pavilion.

It is possible to regain a free body.

Only when it is necessary, killing the Sword Pavilion will let the men take action.

Therefore, in the Killing Sword Pavilion, many people, especially many lower-level killers, are eager to keep climbing up.

until you can worship the sword grave.

Become the true Doorman of the Sword Pavilion of Killing.

Regain your free body and gain the essence of true swordsmanship!

Kou Basket is young.

When he was in the upper position and crowned, he got the opportunity to worship in the sword tomb, and his future is immeasurable.

In their hearts, how not to envy.

Those who can worship the sword tomb are often only those who are young and qualified.

Like them, who are older, basically have no hope of worshipping the sword tomb.

What the Sword Tomb needs is a genius with the ultimate qualifications to inherit the secret swordsmanship of the Killing Sword Pavilion.

And not rotten wood like them.

People like them, in the years to come, are basically left, that is, they keep going out on missions, killing people, and then using the money obtained from killing to buy drunkenness and joy, until one day, they die at the hands of the enemy.

When a man is killed, he dies.

Killers kill, and naturally they will be killed.

As the saying goes, often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet.

No matter how high their martial arts skills are and how powerful their swordsmanship is, there will always be times when they miss.

What's more, sometimes, there are often tasks that you can't pick and choose yourself.

Under the order of the Killing Sword Pavilion, even if you don't want to go, you have to go.

Even if you know, this time, you are likely to die.

Looked at by them with envy, Kou Basket was still expressionless.

In fact, when I heard the news.

There was no joy in his heart.

Worship the Sword Grave?

Become a true disciple of the Killing Sword Pavilion?

Regaining freedom?

Gain the chance to practice the essence of swordsmanship?

There was no real feeling in his mind about these things.

It's not that he doesn't want to.

It's these things that don't make him want it at all.

So what could he want?

Kou Basket didn't know either.

He rarely thinks about these things.

He didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

Because no matter how much you want, it's useless.

He just had to do it.

Whatever the above tells him to do, he does.

You don't have to think about it, it's good.

"Wow. ”

Kou Lan'er still looked at the middle-aged man with lifeless eyes, and he said.

The wood spirit was carried by him in his hand, and he barely felt much weight.

The body of the wood spirit itself is much lighter than that of a human.

Moreover, Kou Lan'er has profound martial arts and carries a wood spirit in his hand, which is almost not a burden to him at all.

Looking at Kou Basket nodded, in the pouring rain, the middle-aged man in the coarse cloth shirt restrained his gaze, and then he spoke,

"Let's act!"

His words fell, and among the corpses all over the ground, the figures of five people immediately disappeared from the spot.

Kou Basket'er chose the northeast direction.

He's extremely fast.

Even if he was carrying the wood spirit, his whole body still seemed to turn into an afterimage attached to the veneer.

The afterimage flashed, and the torrential rain and the stagnant water on the ground did not receive the slightest impact.

It seems that Kou Basket'er's passing is just an illusion.

After the five of them escaped, it took about a stick of incense.

Finally, a figure in an official uniform appeared on the official road.

He was tall and thin, with clear cheeks.

It's like a tall and thin bamboo pole.

He appeared on the official road, looking at the corpses all over the ground on the official road, his eyes couldn't help but wrinkle.

It was raining heavily.

It continued to wash down, washing away the blood stains on the corpse.

And standing in the heavy rain, the dripping rain washed down, but it could not fall on this person at all.

The rain fell, as if it was naturally avoided by the person.

It is as if the natural law of heaven and earth, that is, rain, will not fall on him.

And the official uniform on this person, looking at the style, you can see that he is the county commander.

After this person appeared, it was only three or two breaths, and soon, two more figures appeared on the official road.

The two newcomers are both dressed in the same official uniforms.

It's just that it's different from the former.

The official uniforms of these two people are embroidered with seven-tailed irises!

Obviously, the two of them are the officials of the Slave Division.

These two people came in a hurry, but when they came here, after seeing the thin and tall county order, they were shocked, and they hurriedly hugged their fists and saluted.

"I've seen Lord Chu!"

In the face of the courtesy of these two people, the tall and thin official was noncommittal, but bowed slightly.

Slave Division, Daqin is directly under the imperial court.

You don't have to listen to the state capital, let alone the county government.

The officials of the Slave Division are often very powerful.

Local officials, even if they are lower than each other, are often quite arrogant.

But arrogance also depends on strength.

The position of prefectural magistrate.

Power is not big, but small is not small.

The strength of the people who serve as county magistrates is also uneven.

There are some powerful people in it, and there are some old Confucian Mo Lao, who have the ability to surpass the Great Confucianism and the Daomen Dazhen, and they all serve as county commanders.

And the strength is inferior.

Some are even just ordinary people.

But obviously, the thin official in front of him belongs to the former.

After greeting each other, the two officials of the Slave Division were also busy looking at the corpses on the official road.