Wei State, outside Weijiazhuang.

After a great battle, the villa was in ruins.

Crumbling houses, collapsed mud walls, scattered sparks dotting the night sky, and smoke rising from broken beams and columns.

The waning moon of Hyosung, the manor under the moonlight, is dilapidated, desolate, and there is no longer any people in the past.

Riverside, broken bridge.

A figure lay lonely on the ground, he was dressed in a gray-black short suit, wrapped around a sturdy figure, and the hairband between his forehead was red, as if woven with blood threads.

A long hair of gray hair, messily draped over his shoulders. On the face, a hideous scar runs from the corner of the eye to the bridge of the nose to the lips throughout the face. With fine stubble and gray-white skin, he looks gloomy and powerful.

It seems, it's a dead man.

Under the moon, an inky figure walked slowly. In the air, the condensed and dense true qi was overwhelming, and the people who were pressed couldn't breathe.

As the figure approached, the rich and heavy blood color covered the heavens and the earth, and the bright moon hanging in the sky was also reflected in a blood-red color.

At his waist hung a peculiar long sword, the body of which was copper-yellow, wide in front and narrow in the back, and the hilt was thin and short, and it was only held in one palm.

The figure gradually walked to the bridgehead and stood on its feet.

Looking at the man lying on the ground, the figure pondered for a moment, then bent over and sat cross-legged behind him.

He pinched the trick with both hands, and the peculiar printing method kept changing. In the air, bright yellow true qi slowly flowed, enveloping the body of the "dead man" on the ground.

As the seal changed, the "dead man" began to struggle in pain, and a terrible scream from his throat echoed in the night sky, looking strange and terrifying.

The more urgent the seal, the more the true qi is no longer bright yellow, and the monstrous blood-colored light is as thick as pulp, turning into a long dragon of true qi, and frantically pouring in from the seven orifices of the "dead man".

The man's screams became more and more intense, and black-red blood continued to ooze from the corners of his eyes, lips, and ear chambers.

Long......

The night gradually fell silent, and the blood-colored true qi that diffused also disappeared, and on the ground, the "dead man" fell to the ground again.

His complexion is no longer gray, revealing a faint ruddy luster, and in the air, the sound of "dong dong" is like nothing, it seems, is it the sound of a heartbeat?

The ink-colored figure stood up, his breathing slightly disturbed. After some adjustment, he reached out, untied the twin swords behind his back, and stuck them on the ground.

The two swords are one black and one white, and the sword body is engraved with peculiar patterns, with a single-sided blade, shaped like a straight knife. The blade is long and narrow, the edge is very thin, and it is easy to blow short hair.

"The bird swims by, and touches its blade like a cut."

It is, black and white.

After a while, the man on the ground slowly opened his eyes. The eyes were pitch black, the abyss was as deep as hell, and there was a faint arc of blood flashing.

He shook his head slightly, moved his shoulders a few times, and slowly stood up.

As he got up, a huge murderous aura suddenly appeared in the air, and the black-red true qi condensed like a substance scattered the heavens and the earth, and the broken bridge creaked.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little suspicious.

He, not dead?

Feeling the familiar and powerful aura behind him, the man slowly turned around. He looked at the figure with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Cover the sun? ”

"You're awake, black and white Xuanxi." The voice was unfathomable, and its age was hard to tell.

"Me, still alive?" Xuan Jian spoke, he reached out and pulled out the black sword.

Occult Sun looked at Xuan Jian deeply, and said, "Your battle with Zongheng has long ended. ”

Xuan Jian was silent and spoke: "Really? I lost. It seems that it's not that Zongheng didn't kill me, but that Luo Wang didn't want me to die. ”

Covering the sun and faintly speaking: "Your fate is like this white sword, which has been broken and reforged to be invincible. ”

"Hehe, hehehe", Xuan Qian's smile was cold and inexplicable, and he said coldly: "You recast my white sword? In order to make the killing weapon shine again, you do not hesitate to reforge me, but you know that the recast sword needs the blood of the strong to test the sword. ”

Covering the sun with a smile, he said, "The blood of the strong you want is now waiting for you in Songhai." ”

"An opponent who is too bad is not worthy of my sword." Xuan Qian's momentum is condensed, and his people, like his sword, are cold and ruthless.

"Your next target is the traitor of the net, the former first-class killer of Tianzi, the startling salamander." ”

Xuan Jian frowned, and he asked, "Startled salamander?" The woman? ”

He was not satisfied, the same was the first class, and that woman was not qualified to be compared to him. However, it is barely a worthy opponent.

"Hehe", he chuckled, and he continued: "Only that woman is not worth mentioning, but there seems to be a master of ice witchcraft who is good at light skills by her side, perhaps, it will be a good delicacy." ”

Xuan Jian raised his eyebrows: "I hope your carefully selected opponent will not die too quickly." ”

Holding the sword upside down, Xuan Jian turned around and slowly walked eastward. The killing intent in his heart was already boiling his blood.

The rich blood color gathered in the bottom of his eyes, and his consciousness was gradually blurred......

Under the moon, a sturdy figure stepped on the leaves, and a few rose and fell, falling behind the sun.

He is, dry killing.

Looking at the back of Xuan Jian leaving, he bowed and saluted, and he spoke: "Lord Occult Sun, you resurrect Lord Xuan Jian with the Eight Imperial Soul Sealing Secret Technique, I'm afraid...... Do you need your subordinates to follow him? ”

Covering the sun and glancing at the killing, the blood-colored pupils did not contain a trace of emotion, and he said faintly: "A crazy sword, it is not impossible to kill." The person holding the sword has a steady hand and a ruthless heart, so he is not afraid that he will lose control. ”

After speaking, he said indifferently: "Dry killing, this time, you will lead the rats, Liwu, and Xun bees to act together, arrange an ambush plan, and be sure to succeed in one blow." ”

"Yes, sir."

Dry Kill bowed and turned to leave.

The ruined village fell silent, except for the glimmer of fire in the night.

…………

Chudi, Mojia.

The huge trap bird flew through the pass and landed in the trap city.

A figure wrapped in a black robe jumped to the ground, he wore a hat, and his face was like smoke and fog under the black cloth, unpredictable.

Behind him, a young figure also fell, following closely behind the man in black.

He glanced at the magnificent buildings around him, and the imposing Mo disciples who came and went, and a trace of undetectable greed flashed in his eyes.

The young man said in admiration: "Teacher, it is better to see than to hear, the grandeur and magnificence of the Mojia Organ City are really miraculous. ”

Hearing this, the figure turned to look at him, he raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, and there were six fingers that attracted people's attention, the Mo family giant-six-fingered black man.

The mature middle-aged male voice slowly spoke: "This is the home of all the disciples of the Mo family, and in the future, it will also be your home." ”

The young man replied respectfully: "The disciple will uphold the master's order and inherit the ambition of the Mo. Based on love and non-attack, he assisted the master to carry forward the Mo family. ”

Hearing this, the six-fingered black man nodded approvingly. He was very satisfied with this humble and courteous, chivalrous disciple.

Although the other party is the prince of a country, he does not have the arrogance and indulgence of the nobles. And when the two met by chance, he bowed to himself and knelt down to beg for the teacher.

After some thought, the six-fingered black man accepted this slightly older disciple.

Perhaps, with the identity of the other party, if he can sit on the throne of King Yan, it will be of great benefit to the Mo family. Even......

Thinking that the Mo family's ambition for hundreds of years would be possible to realize in his own hands, the six-fingered black man was excited, and his breathing became a little shorter.

"Lord Giant, here's a letter from you." A slightly old voice came, attracting the attention of the six-fingered black man.