Jin Kingdom, Pingzhou City.

In the middle of winter, the snow is covered in snow.

The Ningjia family of Pingzhou has been in business for generations, with strong financial resources, and is a local tyrant.

In the Ning Mansion, Meng Jing hugged the stove, squinted and fell asleep, lying on the warm couch.

Who would have thought that this young and handsome young man would be an upstart who had just inherited the throne and concurrently served as the Taishou of Pingzhou?

A month ago, he was just an unknown junior, and the only thing worthy of talking about after cooking was his identity as the illegitimate son of King Xin.

His father, King Xin, was the younger brother of the current Emperor of the Jin Kingdom, who was sealed in Pingzhou, and at the same time served as the Taishou of Pingzhou, governing the four counties of Pingzhou.

A month ago, King Shin died of a sudden illness, but he had only one daughter and two adopted sons. Neither the daughter nor the adopted son had the right to inherit the throne, and in the end, everyone thought of Meng Jing, who had never lived in the palace.

In this way, Meng Jing suddenly became a generation of princes, and he was also a feudal official.

But he couldn't be happy.

At this moment, he was closing his eyes and listening to the murmur of the maid outside the house.

Outside the door, two fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls leaned together, sighing, looking at the heavy snow in the courtyard, chatting.

"Xiaohong, have you heard, Crazy Nine has come to Pingzhou. ”

A servant girl's voice was excited.

"Who is Crazy Jiu, is it the handsome immortal of the Shushan faction?"

The other voice was visibly confused.

"Phew, I really don't know anything, now the most people in the city are talking about are two people, one is King Meng Jing, and the other is Crazy Jiu. ”

"If you sell Guan Zi again, I'll pinch you, tell me quickly, who is that crazy nine?"

There were a few sounds of laughter and slapstick.

"Stop, stop, I was wrong, I can't tell you, last month, there was a big incident in Yangzhou, in the south, overnight, nine people died on the street. ”

"It's not a big deal, we have several such homicides in Pingzhou every year. ”

"What kind of murder is this? Those nine people are all advanced cultivators!"

"Ah!" exclaimed the other maid.

There are many people in the world who use aura to cultivate in order to become stronger, and these cultivators are called martial artists. The warrior is strong and powerful, several times stronger than ordinary people.

There are a small number of martial artists who can transform spiritual energy into spiritual power, so as to break through the realm of cultivation, and their strength far exceeds that of ordinary martial artists, and they are called monks.

The monk has the terrifying power of the imperial object, and can even soar through the clouds and mist, ascend to the heavens and enter the earth, which is very mysterious.

As the saying goes, one warrior can be cultivated in a thousand people, and one monk can appear in a thousand warriors.

From this we can see that the number of monks is too small.

Killing nine monks at once was enough to shock the world.

"What's even more strange is that after examining the corpses, they found that these nine monks had only one wound, and the wounds were very strange, and they came to an astonishing conclusion that the murderer only used a sword to kill these nine people!"

A single sword killed nine monks, terrifying.

"It is said that on the night of the accident, several drunkards saw the murderer, they said that the murderer's eyes were purple, he was carrying a huge sword, the body of the sword was tightly wrapped in white cloth, when the incident happened, the murderer shouted wildly, and cut nine people with a sword, and then people gave the murderer the nickname 'Mad Nine', and named him the sword demon. ”

"It's so powerful, could it be that the few martial artists who died in the city a few days ago were the ones who did that sword demon mad nine?"

"Definitely, I heard Steward Liu say that those warriors also died from a sword, a few corpses are so far away from most of the street, a sword can cut so far, it must be done by Crazy Jiu, he is actually in Pingzhou City, I really want to find ......"

Hearing this, Meng Jing, who had been pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his sword eyebrows were starry, and he was heroic, and he muttered two words: "Sword Demon Crazy Nine, a good name." ”

He hates the daytime, hates the light, and is sick in the daytime, and the whole person is uncomfortable, and his complexion is very bad.

Meng Jing slowly started from the couch, lifted several layers of brocade quilts, and gently pried open the wooden planks of the bed.

A huge sword appeared in front of him, standing up to the height of a man, and the body of the sword was wrapped in strips of white cloth, several times wider than an ordinary sword.

That's right, King Meng Jing is the Sword Demon Crazy Nine, but who would have guessed that this sick and handsome boy in front of him could kill nine people with one sword?

When he was a child, Meng Jing was sent to Shushan to cultivate, and went through a lot of hardships, but he also learned a lot of exercises and became a monk.

At that time, he was heroic and ambitious in the world.

However, since encountering the greatsword, everything has changed.

The giant sword is called Liang Zhong, and the sword body is engraved with the word "Liang Zhong". The first time he encountered this sword, Meng Jing was deeply attracted by it, he had never seen such a sword, it seemed that there was a mysterious force pulling him, he slowly walked over and pulled out the giant sword.

In an instant, the sword body emitted a blue glow, pouring into Meng Jing's body in a steady stream.

Afterwards, Meng Jing fell seriously ill, and his cultivation was completely wasted, and he became a wasted person.

He wanted to re-cultivate, but found that his meridians had changed drastically, and he couldn't absorb the aura at all, which meant that he couldn't practice anymore.

When he was lost, he found that there was an extra purple light cluster in his body, like a ghost fire.

He concluded that his cultivation was related to the purple light cluster, and tried various methods, but it was still useless.

Meng Jing was depressed for a long time, and in his confusion, he gradually discovered a terrible truth.

During the day, he became disliked the sun, pale, weak, and always listless.

However, at night, he seemed to be a completely different person, extremely cold, and his whole person was shrouded in dark power, and endless spiritual power poured out from the purple light cluster, accompanied by a monstrous aura.

He was murderous and awe-inspiring, like a Yama.

Meng Jing didn't know about this purple light cluster, only that it slept during the day and woke up at night, like a bloodthirsty demon who had broken free from its shackles. Under its influence, Meng Jing's temperament at night changed greatly, and he became a little more ruthless and murderous.

The day is like a warm sheep, and the night is like a wolf.

It took Meng Jing a long time to barely control this dark force, he knew that this force was very powerful, but he didn't understand how strong it was.

Until a month ago, he passed through Yangzhou and happened to meet two groups of monks fighting.

Meng Jing was discovered and involved, he didn't want to provoke these monks, he just wanted to get out, so he slashed at random with his giant sword.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the sword went down, the sword qi sealed the sky, swept in, and slashed off the roofs of the entire street houses, and the monks present were killed and injured in a large area, which was unbearable to see.

Meng Jing was also shocked and hurriedly fled away.

The giant sword unleashed such a powerful sword momentum, which was beyond the tolerance range of Meng Jing's body, and he could only barely slash out this sword, and after making a sword, his whole body was in severe pain, and his flesh and bones would be torn.

If he wanted to use the second sword in a row, Meng Jing could be sure that he would be crushed by the gushing spiritual power.

Therefore, since then, Meng Jing has not used the giant sword until the moment of crisis.

A few days later, he heard that there was actually a dispute between a group of monks who had an uneven distribution of the spoils that night, and they were killed by himself with a sword, among which were the leaders of the Blood Spirit Sect and the head of the Five Poisons Sect......

Then there was the "Sword Demon Crazy Nine" this person, people talked about it constantly, although they don't know their name and appearance, but they all firmly believe that Crazy Nine is a secluded mountain forest, with peerless magic skills of the old monster, even comparable to today's top masters.

All of a sudden, there was a craze in the world to track down the Crazy Nine.

A bunch of people can pop up every day, claiming to be the tenth generation of disciples and grandchildren of Crazy Nine, but they are soon exposed again, and they are not tired of it.