In a small wooden house, Meng Changfeng was undressing.

The mighty winds brought him to this hut, a barren mountain where the hunters hunted, and where many of these were used for the night. Meng Changxuan knocked on the door of the wooden house, put the blood-stained sword and a Xuanjing in front of the old man, and smiled at him.

The old man immediately understood what Meng Changxuan meant, and instead of holding the hunting knife on his waist, he lit a lamp and invited him into the house. When Meng Changxuan walked into the wooden house, the old man said faintly to his back: "You're in a very good mood, hate the person you killed so much?"

Meng Changxuan was a little surprised, this old man who looked like he was old enough to have the courage to talk to him. He turned his head and smiled: "yes, I hate him so much that I forget when I started to hate him." ”

The old man tore open a section of his shirt on his chest, revealing several shocking scars on his body: "When I was young, I also mixed with the rivers and lakes for a few years, and I also killed a few hated people...... You're a boy, aren't you?"

The old man's tone was a little uncertain.

"Guess. Meng Changxuan smiled.

He was in a really good mood, so he could joke with the old man, he had been preparing for many years to kill evil, and the moment the blade cut through his body, Meng Changxuan laughed in the face of the storm, and seemed to be crying bitterly, even he didn't understand what was going on.

Now he was taking a bath in the bathroom in the inner room, and the evil blood stained him, and it was as disgusting to him as feces. That dress was sewn to him by Zhao Meng'er himself, and in the past, even if someone else touched it, he would make him angry, but now he threw the robe into the fireplace with his own hands.

The warm water soaked his body, and in the white mist he watched as the stains on his body faded little by little, and finally only the somewhat emaciated white body remained.

At this time, Meng Changxuan was not peerless on the stage, and even looked a little mediocre, but he liked himself so much, it was like going back to his childhood.

He slowly took out the clothes he had prepared long ago from the Xuan Ring, not some high-end goods made of silk and cashmere, and he chose a gray ordinary long shirt for himself, a pair of comfortable gray cloth shoes, and a black belt.

He took out a bronze mirror and looked at himself as if he had been reborn, feeling that he had been purified.

"How does it look?" Meng Changxuan asked briskly, the old man sat not far behind him, and the two were talking across a table.

"Very nice, looks like a teacher of books. The old man smiled, and the wrinkles stretched out like tree bark, "Are you going to quit the rivers and lakes?"

"Almost, after that, I will go to a small town with the woman I like and start a new life. "Meng Changxuan likes to talk to a keen and intelligent person like the old man.

The old man sighed: "After killing the enemy, it is difficult for you to wash your hands in such a golden basin. ”

"Hmm, why?" Meng Changxuan raised his eyebrows.

"Because the rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are sophisticated, and you use the method of killing people to get rid of your past, just like drinking seawater to quench your thirst. ”

"All the fetters of my past have been cut off, and if there are any fish that slip through the net, I will kill one of them until they are killed. Meng Changxuan said coldly.

"A one-eyed man is more flawed than a man who is completely blind, because he knows what he is lacking. The old man muttered.

"Then I'll blind myself in the other eye. Meng Changxuan picked up his long sword and turned to leave, "I hope you don't tell others that you've seen me, it doesn't matter if you really want to say it, it's just to kill a few more people." ”

"Where have I seen you, now I'm asleep. The old man stuffed the crystals into his pocket.

Meng Changxuan pushed open the wooden door and walked out, his steps brisk. It was already late at night, and the heavy rain had not stopped, so he took out an oil-paper umbrella so that he could walk back to Caiyi City along the mountain road.

He took a few steps forward, but suddenly stopped. In this deserted mountain wilderness, there was not even a living creature to be seen except insects, but a figure shrouded in black robe stood not far ahead. The man had a long sword at his waist, and his figure was as tall as a mountain, like a guard waiting for his master's return.

The black-robed man turned around slowly, just at the moment when Meng Changxuan pushed open the wooden door. He slowly stretched out his right hand and slowly bowed his waist.

Meng Changxuan understood, this person was really here to pick him up, he didn't cut off the past fetters at all, no matter where he blasphemed the sky, he seemed to be with him, he was still a "sword" under one person and above ten thousand people.

Where is this man coming to pick him up? It's about sending him back, back to that hellish life!

Meng Changxuan subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but suddenly turned his head sharply on his back, and the old janitor in the wooden house trotted towards him, and said loudly as he ran: "Changxuan, your clothes have fallen here......

Meng Changxuan was stunned, how could this old man know his name?

The old man ran to him and panted slightly, and then smiled at Meng Changxuan: "By the way, you don't seem to have seen my appearance yet, so you know." ”

The skin on the old man's face suddenly shook spasmally, and then a blue-faced and red-toothed demon mask suddenly burst out from under the skin, and the demon on the mask was smiling in horror.

Evil!!

The blazing white lightning exploded in the sky, and Meng Changxuan only felt that the thunder had split open along with his head, and his mind was chaotic and empty. Abyssal fear came out of his heart, climbing up his spine, torso and limbs, and he could draw his sword and unsheath it at any time to cut off the old man's head, but his body was as if he was frozen, unable to move the slightest.

Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Just about half an hour ago, he personally cut the evil body into three parts, and it was in the sky as high as more than 30,000 zhang, and he still vividly remembered the feeling of the blade breaking through the body. No matter how powerful the body and recovery ability are, there should be an upper limit, how can a person who has been cut into three pieces still be alive! At that moment, evil is absolutely dead, and it is impossible to go wrong, but now evil will not be wrong to stand in front of him alive.

The person standing in front of him is definitely evil, Meng Changxuan really knows him too well, he wants to kill evil for five years, and his understanding of evil in so many years can be said to be second only to himself. On top of the Immortal Slashing Residence, Chen Jianxian obviously knew that that person was evil, and it was his true body. Although Chen Jianxian and Evil had not met a few times, that kind of tacit understanding that was familiar with each other could never be disguised.

Nothing is wrong, it is Meng Changxuan who is wrong, he knows that he is just a mortal and will make mistakes, but this time his plan made a fatal mistake, he estimated the psychology of evil and wooed Mo Yun, and ambushed Yuan Xun Xuanzhou in advance, but he underestimated evil, he was a monster that could not be killed!

This monster came back from hell to find him, no matter how advanced Meng Changxuan's plan was, it was impossible to get rid of him, he washed the blood and burned his clothes, but he was still smelled by this evil ghost and found himself.

But he didn't want to live that hellish life again. Meng Changxuan pulled his sword forward and roared, and when the long sword came out of its sheath, it seemed to turn into thunder, breaking through the rain curtain and slashing forward.

He didn't even look at the cold and dangerous blade, he just took out a small flag from his sleeve and waved it gently. The black flag 'popped' in the rain, drawing a strange arc.

Meng Changxuan jumped up from the mountain path, and the awe-inspiring long sword seemed to have drawn a silver rainbow behind him because of its extreme speed. He jumped and slashed in the air, as if an eagle struck the sky, this was his pinnacle blow of the "Ghost Brake Senluo", but the gap between the sword brother and the younger brother of the same move was very different, and the momentum exuded by the man who flew in the air seemed to smash the evil and this mountain field together.

But as the small flag continued to wave, the man's strength seemed to be drained in an instant. Meng Changfeng suddenly fell into the stagnant water, he rolled in pain, his expression was hideous and frightened, he crawled with his body strongly, wanting to leave the old man with the demon mask on his face, but in fact he not only did not leave half a step, but even retreated a few inches, he was like a stranded whale weak and painful.

Waving the flag in one hand and holding the gorgeous white shirt that was supposed to be burned in the other, the black-robed man in front of him gradually moved forward, picked up an oil-paper umbrella and hit it on the top of Meng Changxuan's head.

The small flag finally stopped waving anymore, and Meng Changxuan lay weakly in the mud, and even lost the strength to breathe.

No one in the world can save Meng Changxuan, this peerless opera master, the high-flying "sword", and the man who is confident that he can hold the heaven and the earth in his hands, is lying in the rain like a dead dog with a crippled leg at this moment.

The sword light pierced the darkness, and a flying sword approached at an extremely fast speed, getting closer and closer, but the speed of the flying sword was getting faster and faster. The black-robed man pulled out the long sword at his waist and slashed forward, but the flying sword suddenly turned in the rain, and in front of this sword qi, this flying sword was as fragile as a leaf, and it was precisely for this reason that Situ Zhao wanted to aim the tip of the sword with better control in front of him.

Situ Cheng jumped down and summoned Xue Ji back into his hand, his sword slashing at the black-robed man's neck with a twisted arc.

And the black-robed man's integrity and old power has not yet come out of the new power, such a moment that cannot be missed, the black-robed man made the most correct choice, he reached out and grabbed Xue Ji's sword body. The fierce sword qi sliced open his palm, but it failed to cut off his head.

As a rebellious teenager who ran away from home, Situ Jian did not have the noble consciousness of being a swordsman, and all his means were just to defeat the enemy.

The short battle lasted less than five breaths, and the gap of five breaths was enough for Luo Tian to drag Meng Changxuan out of the danger area, and Situ Xuan instantly withdrew Xue Ji and fled the scene directly. From the beginning to the end, Situ and Luo Tian didn't think about saying a word to the old man with the demon mask on his face, or sending the sword blade and fist to the evil heart by the way, they had no confidence that they could kill this monster who had returned from hell. This is the first time, Situ Gongzi and Luo Tian, who is "pure-hearted and has few desires", have lost confidence.

In the blurred vision, the evil slowly turned around, Luo Tian held Meng Changxuan in one hand and clenched his fist in the other, and the crimson golden Xuan power ignited in the fist wind, ready to fight to the death with this monster at any time. Fortunately, evil did not catch up, and the flying sword was already far away, but Luo Tian still seemed to be able to see the evil ghost mask smiling in the dark.

"How is he? dead or not?" Situ Xuan gasped twice, and then he had time to ask Luo Tian.

"His heart was still beating. Luo Tian said.

He could only answer like this, he didn't know whether Meng Changxuan was dead or alive, logically speaking, he was indeed alive, he was breathing and heartbeat, and his pupils were not dilated, but as a person, he seemed to be dead, he leaned on Luo Tian's shoulder, the whole person convulsed and curled up into a ball of uncontrollable trembling, there was no light in his eyes, and even turned into a dead ash. Ever since Luo Tian and Situ Tong came into contact with Meng Changxuan, he has always been a bewitching and beautiful demon, but now Meng Changxuan seems to be a girl who has been greatly frightened, Luo Tian even suspects that he is only holding a walking corpse, and Meng Changxuan's soul has been taken away by evil.