In the Zhujian Xuan, many geniuses and demons with backgrounds lived on the low mountain where they were killed, and the vigor was surging, and the trees fell in rows, and the rocks collapsed, and after a tragic bloody battle, Ding Chuan killed the fire Hongsheng of the Blasphemy Sect, and many young geniuses in the distance couldn't help but jump their eyelids when they saw this scene, and everyone stared at Ding Chuan in the sky in shock, wanting to see the true face of this young man.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in Bamboo Sword Xuan?"

A terrifying roar came from the far sky, shaking people's blood boiling, more than a dozen figures came at a gallop, like a meteor speed, Ding Chuan's face changed greatly, he didn't dare to stay longer, calmed down the churning blood, stepped on the magic step and quickly escaped into the night, and dodged into the dense bamboo forest.

A few minutes later, the two elders of Zhujianxuan led more than ten disciples to fall on the low mountain, when they saw Huohong's two corpses, their faces changed greatly, on the eve of Meng Ling'er's martial arts competition, the outstanding heirs of the Blasphemy Sect who came to participate in the election died in Zhujianxuan, this matter is too terrifying, a mishandling will cause a fierce battle between the two big forces.

What's more, Zhu Jian Xuan and the Blasphemy Sect have always been not on good terms, although they temporarily joined forces more than ten years ago in order to jointly pursue the whereabouts of Ding Chuan, the young master of the Dragon Prison Palace, but the relationship between the two is still very delicate, this time Huo Hong, an outstanding disciple of the Blasphemy Sect, was assassinated and killed in Zhu Jian Xuan, which will undoubtedly make the enmity between the two major forces develop to the worst level.

"Search me immediately, and you must find the murderer for me. ”

The two elders of Zhu Jianxuan can be described as thunderous and furious, sending their elite disciples to search for the traces of the killer, and at the same time quickly blocking the news, the stakes involved in Huo Hong's death are too big, but their approach is tantamount to adding to the snake, just imagine that the low mountain is full of Tianjiao Junyan who has no domain in the world, so many people have witnessed Huo Hong's death, and the news has still spread.

When the low mountain was restless, the perpetrator Ding Chuan had already returned to his residence along the same road, he threw his blood-stained clothes in the depths of the bamboo forest, put on a new coat again, and hurried back with a meteor, but when he arrived at the residence, the scene in front of him surprised him, the original dilapidated house turned into ruins, the ground was paved with stones, waste soil was piled up, and there were more than a dozen cold corpses lying on a scorched earth, and the strong bloody atmosphere was permeated in the air, which was obviously caused by a terrible war.

In the distance, there was a lot of noise, and a group of scattered monks gathered together in great terror, their expressions full of unease, as if they had encountered an unimaginable disaster.

Ding Chuan's heart shook, who came here to kill, there are just some powerless scattered monks living here, how could they suffer from this catastrophe, a bad premonition came to his mind, could it be that the killer of the Jiuhua Divine Dynasty came to seek revenge.

Ding Chuan fixed his eyes on his residence, which had long been reduced to ruins, leaving a terrifying ravine more than ten zhang long and several zhang wide on the ground, and it looked like someone had split it with a sword.

Seeing that most of Yue Bing's house next to him had also collapsed, and the roofs had been lifted out, Ding Chuan was on guard, avoiding everyone's sight, and turned into a light and shadow and swept into the broken house.

As soon as Ding Chuan rushed into the house, a bright sword suddenly appeared, slashing at the door in front of him, Ding Chuan was startled, and dodged in a moment, the bright knife disappeared into the south wall, and the only remaining half of the wall was split into flying ashes.

"Yue Bing is me. ”

Ding Chuan hurriedly opened his mouth to stop, it was Yue Bing who stabbed him just now, Yue Bing's expression at this moment was solemn, his face was full of fierceness, and his clothes were stained with blood, which was very inconsistent with his usual temperament.

"Little man, are you not dead?" Yue Bing was obviously cold, threw down the steel knife in his hand, strode forward, and said with a somewhat excited expression: "I thought you had been killed by that perverted guy!"

"Perverted guy, what's going on?" Ding Chuan looked puzzled and solemn, he had a hunch that something terrible must have happened during the time he left.

Yue Bing stared at Ding Chuan with a suspicious and wary look on his face and said, "What are you doing? Could it be you who assassinated us just now?"

Ding Chuan showed a face full of surprise, and replied with a serious face: "No matter how fierce I am, I will never wave the butcher knife at my friend, not to mention that there is no grudge between you and me, I just went to deal with some personal matters, but I can't tell you now." ”

Yue Bing stared at Ding Chuan for a moment with a strange look, and said with a long smile: "Just kidding you, from your body shape to your temperament, you are not the same person as the murderer just now." ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Through Yue Bing's narration, Ding Chuan became more and more shocked, it turned out that he left this place not long ago, Yue Bing first came to Zhujian Xuan and couldn't sleep, so he went to his room to find him to relieve his boredom, but Ding Chuan was not in the room, when Yue Bing was about to leave, a terrible sword light came from the darkness, Yue Bing reacted quickly and blasted off the roof and flew out to avoid the killing, but Ding Chuan's house was split into ruins by a sword, and then a black-clothed and masked murderer seemed to be eyeing Yue Bing, stalking him and chopping, wanting to take his life.

But after more than ten rounds of melee combat between the black-clothed murderer and Yue Bing, he somehow left Yue Bing and rushed to the rest of the dozens of houses, the murderer broke through the remaining dozen houses with a sword, as if searching for someone, such a movement alarmed a large number of scattered monks, and the black-clothed murderer was frantically besieged by a group of scattered monks, but his cultivation was really terrifying, one person fought dozens of scattered cultivators, and left calmly after slaughtering more than ten people.

After listening to Yue Bing's statement, Ding Chuan was silent for a long time, and a chill surged in his heart, and his intuition told him that the murderer was coming at him, but he couldn't think of who was going to attack him.

At this moment, bursts of fire soared into the sky, a group of monks surrounded this place with open flames, Ding Chuan and Yue Bing looked at each other and quickly walked out, and dozens of scattered monks in the distance were also on guard as if they were facing a great enemy, they never dreamed that this most prestigious sect in the Xichuan Continent would be full of murderous opportunities, and even at night there was a danger of falling.

A shriveled old man came out of the crowd, holding a bloody robe in his hand, his eyes were cold and swept over every monk present, and he said in a deep voice, "Have you ever seen an assassin in black?"

Ding Chuan's heart was shocked, the old man was holding the bloody clothes he had abandoned in the depths of the bamboo forest, he tried his best to restrain his mood fluctuations, and his face was as usual.

"Yes, that perverted killer just came here. ”

"And killed a dozen of our companions. ”

"You must severely punish the murderer, we came to Zhujianxuan to participate in the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, not to send them to death. ”

Dozens of scattered cultivators were excited, and the thought of the cold-blooded killer before them couldn't help but feel a chill and resentment, and they dodged their bodies to make way to look at their companions who had died tragically before, and their hatred was overflowing.

The old man from Zhu Jianxuan followed his gaze and saw more than a dozen broken corpses lying in the field, headless corpses, stumps and broken legs, and blood all over the ground. There was even one who was not yet dead, his flesh was spasming slightly, and there was a terrible sword wound on his neck, and he wanted to say something, but a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't survive.

The elder of Zhu Jianxuan's face was extremely pale, and he linked Huo Hong's death together, this assassin was too rampant, not to mention assassinating Huo Hong of the Blasphemy Sect, but also committing crimes all the way, slashing more than ten people with swords, such a murderous act was outrageous.

"Where did he flee?" the elder asked with a gloomy face, and the powerful Yuan Force burst out, exuding a coercion like a mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

He fled to that side. ”

Dozens of scattered monks pointed in one direction in unison, they also hated this brutal killer, they originally had a good wish, to participate in the Mengling'er fairy's recruitment meeting, but before the grand event began, they were invited to the bloody massacre of the evil forces, which made them afraid and hate.

"Let's go. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find this villain. With a wave of his sleeves, the old man led a group of elite disciples to rush towards a mountain forest