In the quiet room, Zhao Wushuang was sitting cross-legged and running the Holy Law of the Youtan Sect "Thirteen Demon Spirits".

This skill is the most profound martial art of the Youtan Sect, and only the high-level of the sect can practice it. It is said that when it is completed, it can make the demon spirit descend and increase its power in a short period of time.

Zhao Wushuang has been a genius in martial arts since he was a child, and he knows all the advanced martial arts secrets of the Youtan Sect, coupled with the fact that his master Mo Linglong has been brewing elixirs since he was a child, so that he has become a first-class master in just ten years.

After running for a week, Zhao Wushuang slowly opened his eyes.

"I can feel that glimmer of opportunity, why can't I enter the tenth level for a long time?"

Zhao Wushuang frowned, reached out and took out the Creation Heavenly Scripture Heart Sword Chapter.

He hesitated for a moment, but still gently opened the Heart Sword Chapter.

"The heart sword has no style, you can only warm the sword intent in the heart, it is said that the sword knocks on the heart, the heart sword does not need to consume true qi, and the heart turns into a sword when it is completed, and it is endless. ”

"Remember! Don't practice this sword with the slightest emotion, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Zhao Wushuang stared at these words and pondered for a moment, he exhaled lightly to stabilize his mind, and then began to slowly run the sword duel, using his mind as a guide, concentrating the sword intent of his whole body in his heart.

It's just that when the door of his heart opened, endless killing intent and memories surged out like a flood.

Ten years ago, on a rainy night.

A masked woman stepped out of the waves with a little boy about six or seven years old in one hand.

The little boy's eyes were glazed, for not long ago he had seen his father, who loved him the most, kill himself in front of him.

Inside the damp damp dungeon, a tall man stood with a sword.

"Shuang'er, don't cry, manly man, not to mention that you are my son of Zhao Gan, you must live well, you must!

Looking at the little boy who was carried away, the tall man whispered, "Do you know why your father named you Wushuang?"

"Because my son is unparalleled in the world!"

The man smiled miserably.

"I, Zhao Qian, led the army at the age of sixteen to kill the enemy, killed the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and beheaded the King of Xiliang. never thought that in the end, he died at the hands of his own brother. ”

"Hahaha! I, Zhao Qian, are worthy of the creation dynasty and the people of the world!"

Watching his father slowly fall, Zhao Wushuang really didn't cry, because he listened to his father the most!

After three thousand miles of pursuit, he followed his master and sister to eat raw meat, drank blood, climbed over high mountains and dense forests, and crossed the Yangtze River.

Scenes flashed in Zhao Wushuang's blood-red eyes.

Furious True Qi Sword Qi filled the entire room.

Wan'er, who was holding a sword outside the door, opened her eyes suddenly, and kicked open the door of the room.

Looking at Zhao Wushuang, who was enchanted, Wan'er's heart felt like a sharp sword had been slashed.

She wanted to reach out and touch Zhao Wushuang's face, but at this moment, Zhao Wushuang raised his head suddenly, and his blood-red eyes did not contain a trace of emotion.

The sword light flashed, and although Wan'er blocked with a horizontal sword, she was slashed out of the room by the fierce sword qi, and a trace of blood oozed out.

Swish!

Twelve figures appeared in an instant.

Shi Shi said solemnly: "The young master has fallen into the devil!What should I do?"

The black-clothed man said lightly: "Let's form a formation!"

The pupils of the other eleven were constricted.

Wan'er struggled to get up from the ruins and said angrily: "Formation, you are looking for death!"

"He has entered the devil, and we all have to die. Zi Shi disagreed.

Zheng!

Bai Hong's sword was unsheathed, and Wan'er pointed at the twelve, "Your life is also worthy of being compared with Gongzi?"

At this time, a seat of Tsing Yi came in an instant.

Bai Yulan looked at Zhao Wushuang, whose demonic qi was rising in the room, her eyes lit up, and she said secretly: "Demon Spirit Ninefold, how old is he?" You must know that her nearly forty years of skill are only ten times of Demon Spirit cultivation.

Seeing this, the twelve people bowed on one knee and said, "Lord Tan!"

Magnolia glanced at Zishi slightly, and suddenly her palm qi slapped out like the wind, and Zishi flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

"Presumptuous! Who gave you the courage to commit the following crimes!"

Eleven people didn't dare to breathe, you must know that Lord Tan seems to be approachable on weekdays, but she is a bloody magnolia in her bones.

Magnolia turned her head and said, "Don't worry about the left envoy!"

I saw her flash to Zhao Wushuang's side, her jade-like hands, and cold air kept gushing out.

Zhao Wushuang felt that someone was approaching, and another sword slashed out, and Magnolia took a few steps back before dispersing the sword qi.

Wan'er was taken aback: "Bi Han's merciful hand, she has actually cultivated a lot." ”

Bihan Mercy Hand, known for its cold breath, has the effect of suppressing true qi.

was slashed back by a sword, Magnolia was secretly shocked in her heart, and at the same time did not retreat but advanced, grabbed Zhao Wushuang's hand, and the slightest cold breath continued to enter Zhao Wushuang's body.

After a moment, the furious true qi in the room slowly retracted, and an icy chill came out instead.

Zhao Wushuang slowly opened his eyes, walked to Wan'er's side, and reached out to gently wipe the blood from the corner of Wan'er's mouth.

"I'm sorry!" With a guilty face, he hugged Wan'er into his arms.

Wan'er's eyes were red, and she reached out and hugged Zhao Wushuang tightly.

"Childe, don't want to be like this, Wan'er is distressed!"

Zhao Wushuang reached out and stroked her hair and muttered, "No! I won't worry about my Wan'er anymore!"

Magnolia glanced at the twelve, and the twelve floated away.

Zhao Wushuang turned his head and said, "I'm tired of Lord Bai Tan!"

Magnolia said softly: "This is what subordinates should do, the young master doesn't need to be polite!"

"Young master, wait a minute, I'll go and let my subordinates take the jade and scatter it. ”

"There is labor!"

"Subordinate retirement"

Magnolia gently glanced at the fragments of the Heavenly Scripture on the bed with her peripheral vision, and slowly retreated.

In fact, she didn't know that Zhao Wushuang, who was facing away from her, frowned slightly.

After Magnolia left, Zhao Wushuang gently crossed into Wan'er's body with a gentle true qi, and the sword just now had already hurt Wan'er's heart.

Soon after, Magnolia came with a porcelain vase and an invitation.

Zhao Wushuang took the porcelain vase and looked at the invitation card in her hand with some confusion.

Magnolia smiled and said: "That Dark Moon Sect Young Master Mu Qinghe, tomorrow in the Tianfeng Pavilion to have a banquet for the young masters of the sect, I heard that the young master came to Gusu, so I specially sent someone to send this invitation. ”

Zhao Wushuang dissolved the Fuyu Scatter with True Qi and gently crossed into Wan'er's body.

I only heard him say softly: "The young masters of all sects are gathered in Jiangnan?

Magnolia said: "Back to the young master! It is said that most of the time has come." ”

"Oh, then I'll go tomorrow. ”

Magnolia said: "Can you let the twelve earthly branches accompany you?"

"It's okay!

"Yes!"

After Magnolia left, Wan'er frowned and said, "Since Ren Jiuyou's death, the Dark Moon Sect has been the dominant sect, and I heard that Mu Qinghe is even more in his eyes, why do you want to contact other sects now." ”

Zhao Wushuang smiled: "Who knows! Maybe the Nine Shadows Palace has been restarted, and what is he worried about in the Dark Moon Sect! Anyway, as soon as he goes tomorrow, he will know what medicine he sells in his gourd." ”

twilight

The two went out and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, when the breeze stirred the unflowering laurel trees in the courtyard.

Wan'er gently played with the shriveled osmanthus in the teacup, and bursts of fragrance came out of the teacup.

"I don't know if Childe is interested in that great creation palm?" Wan'er took a sip of osmanthus tea as if Zhao Wushuang were drinking.

Zhao Wushuang looked at the swaying laurel tree and said softly: "Yes! Not only is it the Great Creation Palm, but I want all six volumes of the Heavenly Scripture!"

The afterglow of dusk sprinkled on Zhao Wushuang's slashed face, and Wan'er looked at that face and said with a smile: "Since Childe wants it, then they only belong to Childe!"

Zhao Wushuang smiled faintly, shook his head slightly, and his slender fingers kept tapping lightly on the stone table.

I only heard him whisper softly: "Heavenly Devouring Sutra, Heart Sword, Great Creation Palm, Nine Turns Vajra Duel, Shadow Killing Technique, Divine Wind Chasing Step!"

"It's all martial arts that surpass the ten thousand laws in the world! I'm getting more and more interested in that divine wind now!"

Wan'er held her mouth and said, "What kind of interest does Childe feel in a bad old man!"

Zhao Wu smiled dumbly.

"Wan'er commented on her predecessors like this, but she wants to be beaten!"

Wan'er stuck out her tongue and said playfully: "It's not like no one hears it!"

Zhao Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and reached out to slap her little head, but Wan'er ran into the house with a smoke.

Zhao Wushuang was left alone here and said depressedly: "This son is not a person!"

Zhao Wushuang stood up and squinted his phoenix eyes slightly as the remnant sun slowly fell.

Thousands of miles of sun, mountains and rivers without borders!

How many heroes have died on the battlefield, but how many people can have a good end!