The hideous black Jiao rushed to the sky, sometimes hovering and swimming, sometimes bowing his head and looking down, with a natural and lifelike attitude.

Below Jiao's body, the black crows of the five hundred blood tang camp galloped like a tiger, and the second master who rode a white horse and carried a butcher's knife took the lead, less than five hundred zhang away from Jincheng Pass.

The big black cloak behind him and his long hair danced in the wind, Liu Tugou was full of spirit, and he had a rough and heroic spirit.

The slayer knife he held in his hand was dim, and the original bright color seemed to be gradually fading, and it seemed to gradually seep into the inside of the knife body, and the blue knife surface had regained some of its original brightness and clarity, which was not very conspicuous from a distance.

Borrowing a knife from Sun Daolin not only polished the chaotic heart lake, but also made Liu Tugou see many hidden dangers in his own cultivation.

He has been practicing for less than two years, and he has been able to climb to the extremely strong realm of half-step supernatural powers, although it is true that the grandmaster realm is more focused on cultivation, and it is normal to get up from a tall building overnight, but whether it can really last for a long time is still another matter.

In addition to the inheritance of the master and the encounter of the heart, the second master's courage and diligence really benefited from his good appetite for meat and vegetables. Relying on the slightest taboo to eat Haisai, he was finally able to piece together a pot of assorted hodgepodge, which is quite good-looking, but once he meets a gluttony who really knows the goods, I am afraid that as soon as he goes down with chopsticks, he will be exposed in his original form, and he will get a terrible bad review. To put it simply, the ingredients are acceptable, but the most important heat has not yet arrived, and the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar that you can see in the subtleties are also a mess, which is difficult to swallow.

Liu Tugou did not regret this, and he would not abandon the many divine senses that he had snatched by ingenuity, not because he was reluctant, and he was not afraid that he would retreat step by step, causing the realm to plummet and never recover, but simply not believing in evil.

The so-called clear nature and pure mind, for Liu Tugou, in addition to being brave and diligent, he is still brave and diligent.

Yan Ying is not very familiar with human affairs, but she is very talented in the practice of swordsmanship, she glanced at the second master's sword, and said bluntly: "I am not willing to start all over again, but I hope to find another way? ”

Liu Tugou grinned, remembering the white-haired ghost doctor who had been living in Xiandeng Li Village for a long time, and finally ended up in a desolate situation, and asked with an innocent and hopeful face: "There is no one who is half lucky?"

Yan Ying frowned, and the sword intent in her eyebrows was awe-inspiring: "If you fall into the devil, you don't have to wait for Jiazi to talk about the Tao in three years, I will kill you now!"

"Who asked you to recite in front of me what Hangu Bai's 'Slash Cultivation Spectrum'? I actually think that this sword book is quite similar to a book of foundation building exercises I have seen, and I only got the first volume of that exercise, and it happens to make up for one or two from this sword book. ”

"By the way, you help me ponder and ponder, if you don't stick to what killing and farming, white bones and yellow sand fields, but directly gather the inspiration and divine will in your chest into a group, turn it into a knife and bury it in your heart, can you plant melons and get melons like "Slash and Knife Cultivation Spectrum", and harvest a supreme heart knife?"

Yan Ying thought about it carefully when she heard this, and hesitated: "The heart is a good field, and everything can be cultivated." You are whimsical and happy to plant knives, although it is the way to die, but it is quite ingenious, or you can try it. ”

"The way to take death is the way to die, the world is a mountain of martial artists is higher than a mountain, if you don't see the top scenery one by one, why bother to go from the world?

The second master was very obsessed, his voice became louder, and finally laughed out loud: "There is a knife in your hand, you are fearless in your heart, although there are few black crows, you can finally plunder the world!"

At this moment, in the face of the tens of thousands of troops of Zhou Di inside and outside Jincheng Pass, and in the face of the horizontal eyebrows of Yinshan Jianzi, Liu Tugou spoke amazingly, revealing that ambition, or it is not an exaggeration to call it ambition and delusion.

The so-called plundering the world, in the rivers and lakes, in the temples, all of them are like this.

The white horse Ah Wei galloped hard, stood out on a single horse, and moved forward.

Yang Xiongji, who was riding a bull, did not hesitate to speed up to keep up, and at the same time subconsciously glanced back, and saw that most of the blood tang black crows had complex expressions, both hesitation and fear, and fierce and greedy, so he couldn't help but lament in his heart: "Every day with these cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, the second brother has also been taken away, and he has plundered the world...... It's like a rogue bandit. It's just that talking about loyalty and patriotism with these people is tantamount to playing the piano to a cow, and being properly regarded as a fart. ”

He raised the long halberd of cold iron, which had been tempered with his heart and blood for several months, and shouted, "Black crow!

Xu Dongjiang, Cao Chunfu, Fu Yangguan and other dozens of people who were most desperate for the second master came out of the crowd and roared hoarsely: "Black crow!"

"Plunder!"

Sang Yuan let out a heroic laugh again, and in terms of the loudness of his voice alone, one person is better than ten people, which caused the white falcon led by Bai Hangu to look sideways.

Except for the old man who stayed behind in the ghost ruins to take care of the horses, and the old four and the little medicine boy, all the old departments of the Fourth Banner Blood Tang present were enthusiastic and scrambling to be the first.

Zhang Jinbei and Dong Dilang rode side by side, each leading their hearts and abdomen to bend their horses and whip their horses, and they did not roar together, but they were not left behind in their actions.

The young master of Daqimen, who was called "third brother" by the second master, smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Stupid or not, he can figure it out." ”

The son of the Yueqi captain with the strange-shaped long knife in his hand looked helpless, but he was a little eager to try: "Who said it wasn't, but he had a sentence that went into our hearts, even if you and I want to go back to Shuofang in the future, we can't come to Jincheng in vain at this moment." ”

After that, he turned his head and shouted: "Brother Ren, what do you say?"

After witnessing Bai Hangu's achievement as a grandmaster, Ren Xichou never said a word, but fortunately, he had a gloomy temperament, and half of his face was covered by a bronze mask, but few people could see the abnormality.

Hearing Dong Dilang's inquiry, Ren Xichou suddenly took out the human skin drum he was carrying, and with a beat of luck, he made a loud "dong" sound, and the small drum made a loud sound, which was actually a hundred feet.

When he was young, he had to meet a teacher, and the old man who had little time to preach and teach, but also taught the method of making drums in human skin, saying that the drum sound was strong and sad, and it was most suitable for sounding in troubled times, and there could be a long song when crying.

Ren Xichou was puzzled at the time, but fortunately, he can still remember a few words of the old man's low chant before he died.

"A hundred years of charcoal people say bitterness, and the ghosts of the nine sides cry. ”

He chanted silently, the drums beating staccato and not forming a tune.

"There is no soul in the sea of corpses and blood, the lights are bright, the hungry are like hemp bones like mountains, and the tigers are lying on the barren hills. ”

The singing is getting louder, although the lyrics are not in tune, only a patchwork of broken sentences, but it is even more desolate and sad.

The sound of the drum suddenly turned urgent, like spring thunder and summer rain, continuous, and its sound turned into agitation and sonorousness, which spread throughout the entire battlefield in an instant, and even the sound of the iron drum at the head of the city was suppressed.

His singing voice suddenly became louder, but the words he sang in his mouth were changed to new words, which was immediately refreshing.

"Zhan Shuo Fang, Yue Youji, go to the north of Jincheng, and Jincheng Pass under the battle clouds. ”

"Human skin drums, sword roars and long winds, male children's chronicles, Jiaojiao rides dragons, wants spears and big swords, and talks and laughs successfully!"

The song "Song of Troubled Times", because of a young man in black clothes and white horses, finally saw the heroes from the sorrow.

At this moment, Ren Xichou, the last lone seedling of the Demon Gate Northern Sect, finally entered the wonderful realm of inspiration and was able to inherit the mantle of the ancestor.

He removed his bronze mask, revealing a cheek tattooed with a pitch-black flame vein.

Tears rained down.

(I'll post it as soon as I'm done, so I can't wait to share it with you, but please don't have too many illusions about my discipline in terms of updates.) ）