Kuromizuzawa.

It was a dangerous place full of dangers, and ordinary people with lower cultivation levels were afraid to approach.

Just like that martial artist-level Hua Wuhua Master, it wasn't that he hadn't gone far, and once he encountered those locusts, he was scared and fled.

However, there are two sides to everything, some people dislike it, and naturally some people like it.

No, there was a young man in front of him, and after he stayed in it for an hour and a half, he gradually liked it.

Well, there is no need to rap, this young man is none other than Ding Jian, the son from Dingjiazhuang.

Anyway, why did he suddenly like this black water?

That's because—

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

I saw a young man with his bare upper body swinging his sword to slash, slash, and stab in the mud, and the movements were like flowing water.

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

And in the sword light flying in the sky, I saw that some of the locusts that attacked him like moths to fire fell to the ground one after another.

"When the heavens are angry, all things are sad. ”

"As soon as the sky appeared, the people had no heart. ”

Ding Jian repeatedly used two sword moves to kill those locusts without leaving any armor.

The more he killed, the more energetic he became, and he felt that those locusts were really the cutest demon beasts in the world, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life in order to help him improve his sword skills.

Therefore, for a while, he fell in love with this piece of black water, thinking that it was really a blessed land that was very suitable for cultivation.

Sou!

Just as Ding Jian was devoting himself to sword practice, suddenly a figure flew in from nowhere and stopped less than a mile away from Ding.

It was a strange man dressed in black with a hideous bronze mask on his face.

He has a straight stature and can be seen to be a man.

Well, there is no need to rap, this mysterious masked man is the same person who used the blood spell to deal with Ding Jian in the first place.

His real name is Di Qianqiu, and on the surface he is the big boss of the Hundred Swords Room, but his secret identity is actually the bronze killer of the Hidden Dragon Hall, responsible for the assassination activities in the area of Green Pothos City.

Speaking of the Hidden Dragon Hall, it is the most mysterious and terrifying killer organization on the Kyushu continent, in addition to the three sects of body refining, the six sects of spiritual cultivation, and the nine veins of demons, it is known as one of the most difficult forces to mess with.

Legend has it that its founder is called Long Yin Great Venerable, who is a super master at the semi-saint level, and is one of the few big names on the continent, and ordinary people dare not provoke him.

In addition, it is said that under the command of the Great Venerable Long Yin, there are twelve gold medal killers with combat power against the sky, collectively known as the Twelve Venerables, either the Spirit King or the strength of the Martial King, each of them is a big master who is in charge of himself, and it is really not easy to provoke.

As for the bronze killers of the level like Di Qianqiu, there are countless of them, and basically there will be one or two dormant in every city.

It can be said that the strength of the Hidden Dragon Hall is really great and terrifying, and most people are paralyzed with fright when they hear the name of the Hidden Dragon Hall.

Let's say that Di Qianqiu did not enjoy the happiness in the Hundred Swords Room, but ran into the Green Pothos Mountain tirelessly, of course, his purpose was not to enjoy the mountains and rivers, but to take Ding Jian's head.

"Haha, my luck seems to be really good, as soon as I entered this mountain, I found the target before I had enough laps, which was really cool. ”

"Hmm, this kid named Ding Jian is really a freak, he hasn't seen him for more than ten days, and he actually learned a very mysterious sword technique?"

"I wonder which kendo master passed it on to him?"

"Well, the attack speed of those locusts seems to be half a beat slower, and they can't keep up with his rhythm, and they are not enough for him to slaughter, so he must feel that he is not happy?"

"Hehe, it's okay, then I'll be a good person and help him......"

After muttering a few words, he saw him magical, and suddenly there was a red flute in his right hand, two feet long, and I don't know what material it was, like bamboo, and like a certain kind of blood jade, luster and demonic, exuding a strange atmosphere.

In fact, this very unusual flute is called the Blood Demon Flute, which is a three-grade magic weapon, and it is engraved with three very unusual magic patterns, namely the madness pattern, the frightening pattern, and the heart control pattern, which is a very powerful magic weapon.

As soon as the blood flute blows, the yellow spring does not return.

- It is said that once this flute is blown, it will be the last moment for many living beings.

Why?

That's because—

I saw that Di Qianqiu pushed the mask upward, revealing the part below his mouth, and a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Next, he put the end of the blood flute to his mouth, and then it sounded.

The sound of the flute came out one after another.

The sound waves swung in circles.

And under the effect of that madness pattern, I saw that some locusts became more manic, so they attacked more violently.

"Huh, someone looks like they're playing the flute?"

"This ...... What's going on?"

Ding Jian naturally heard a strange flute sound, and he was actually very similar to going back to see who was blowing?

But the attack of the locusts suddenly became furious, and he was so busy that he had no time to care about anything else.

He had to speed up his sword and get rid of the locusts first.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

The long sword stabbed wildly, stabbing the sky, stabbing the ground, stabbing up, stabbing down, stabbing everywhere, covering all directions.

If anyone looks from a distance, they will definitely find that at that moment he turned into a hedgehog covered with swords, and then after those crazy locusts pounced one after another, they exploded one by one, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Little by little, time passed.

In a blink of an eye, the scene of a stick of incense passed.

At this time, I saw that some locusts were still pounced on them in a steady stream, not afraid of death, and it made people's scalps tingle to see.

And after Ding Jian fought hard for so long, the true qi in his body slowly became a little unconnected, and the situation suddenly became a little dangerous.

As a result, after his sword was a little slower, he was taken advantage of by some locusts, broke through his sword light, and bit his body.

However, fortunately, his blood was poisonous, and once the locusts sucked his blood, they were quickly stretched into a round ball and finally exploded.

"No, if I continue like this, I'll be exhausted to death?"

"Well, I'd better retreat. ”

At this thought, he stopped drawing his sword, turned around, and fled quickly.

The cloud trail kicked out, and after a few ups and downs, he withdrew from the muddy land.

But the locusts still chased after him and pounced on him.

As a result, he was stung in the back with a large locust, dense and colorful, not to mention how disgusting.

"Huh, is this kid finally holding on?"

On that side, as soon as Di Qianqiu saw him rushing out, he stopped playing the flute, and at the same time, his figure flickered, and he stopped in front of him.