In the orange-red twilight, a large wave of masters poured into the Red Blood Altar.

"Yang Ming, where are you talking about Qiu Wuyi?"

A white-haired old man asked.

He is the head of the Silver Spear Sect, 'Cangshan Spirit Spear' Gao Zhenting.

Originally, the headquarters of the Silver Spear Sect was far away from the Red Blood Altar, but after Wang Yangming disappeared, Gao Zhenting brought many people to look for him nearby, and the two sides happened to meet today.

"Master, this person was chased to the retreat by Brother Shi, and he couldn't shrink out. ”

Wang Yangming's words made the masters present a little unnatural.

In their hearts, they really couldn't believe that Shi Xiaole could defeat the 'Red-Faced Demon' and force the latter to flee, which sounded ridiculous.

What realm is the other party, and what realm is Shi Xiaole?

But not only Wang Yangming, but even other young people were all talking, and they had to believe it.

"Hey, where is Brother Shi?"

When he came to the stone building, he didn't find Shi Xiaole, and Wang Yangming was stunned.

"According to what you said, that Shi Shaoxia may have gone underground. Go and check it out before you get into trouble. ”

Many masters rushed into the passage.

There were three five-fold masters of Qi Acceptance and more than a dozen fourfold masters of Qi Acceptance, so everyone was very courageous, for fear of missing the opportunity to eliminate demons and defend the Dao.

Soon, they saw a pile of broken copper and iron, large and small, mixed with many key parts.

"It's ......"

Gao Zhenting's cloudy old eyes widened.

"Puppet!"

Someone crouched down, tossed and turned in the pile of iron, and finally exclaimed, "It's amazing, it looks like someone smashed it with one blow." Could it be that before us, there were experts who were familiar with the structure of the puppets of the agency who came here?"

The sophistication of the puppet is definitely far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Without understanding its structure, it is difficult to find out its destiny.

In fact, the structure of each type of puppet is different, so even if you are a master of this way, it will take a lot of effort to find it.

Of course, there is also a possibility that a master of the Xuan Qi Realm has come here. With the strength of the Xuan Qi Realm masters, it was equally easy to destroy these puppets.

With doubts, everyone followed suit, and finally came to the huge stone room.

The scene was eye-catching, but they were dumbfounded.

Qiu Wunan was lying on the ground, the blood in his throat had already dried up, and the expression on his face was especially frightened, as if he had seen something unbelievable before he died.

Gao Zhenting and other masters surrounded him, and after carefully examining Qiu Wuxuan's wounds, they gasped one after another.

"It's terrible! Who did it?"

A sword-wielding master's voice trembled slightly.

With his experience in the rivers and lakes for many years, he couldn't guess at all that the sword that killed Qiu Wuqian was pierced into his throat from which angle and in what way.

In other words, the other party's swordsmanship was far more brilliant than he imagined.

"We're late, it seems that there must be a senior master who arrived early and solved the demon trouble. ”

Gao Zhenting was a little regretful, and breathed a sigh of relief, his expression was quite complicated.

In the crowd, Wang Yangming was silent.

The speculation of the masters is reasonable, and he fully agrees. But for some reason, an unrealistic conjecture still swelled up in my mind.

"Brother Shi, I must have been poisoned by you. ”

Wang Yangming smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Walking out of the tunnel, after some searching, he finally found the words engraved by Shi Xiaole on the square, learned that he had something to do temporarily, and left first.

Although it was a pity, knowing that Shi Xiaole was safe, Wang Yangming finally put his mind at ease.

Just as he was thinking, a scream suddenly rang out.

Everyone followed the sound and saw more than a dozen women being pushed out by a master, carrying large bags and small bags, obviously carrying a lot of property from the Red Blood Altar.

"You are the people of the Red Blood Altar?"

Someone said viciously.

"No, heroes, we're not ......"

The women were so frightened that they cried, and hurriedly explained, and even told all the unbearable experiences before.

Everyone listened with pity, and saw that they were powerless, and their expressions did not seem to be fake, so they let down their guard in their hearts.

"According to what the girls said, when you saw Qiu Wuqian being killed, have you ever seen the appearance of the person who did it?"

Gao Zhenting stroked the white beard under his chin and asked softly.

A pair of eyes fell on the women, making them almost speechless with nervousness. Finally, an older woman said, "He is a very handsome son, wearing a green shirt and a sword." ”

As soon as these words came out, the scene was suddenly silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

......

After dealing with the matter of the Red Blood Altar, Shi Xiaole was relaxed for a while.

There are a total of twenty-five sub-altars in the Demon Sound Valley, but unfortunately, for the sake of secrecy, even the altar owner of each altar does not know the specific location of the other altars.

Fortunately, he has already informed Wang Yangming of this matter, and believes that when the news spreads, the righteous forces in the Cloud Delta will take action.

At that time, not to mention whether the other twenty-four altars can be found, at least it can make the righteous path of the rivers and lakes more vigilant, so that they will not be taken advantage of by the demonic forces.

Everything that can be done has been done, and Shi Xiaole doesn't plan to care about the rest.

The fast horse galloped on the official road, and two days later, one man and one horse entered Wangyuan City.

Wangyuan City is not a city in the Cloud Delta region, but a city in the floating valley, one of the top ten regions of Qingxue Prefecture.

The floating river basin is more than twice as large as the cloud triangle, and the level of martial arts is also much higher, and it can be ranked among the middle in the entire Qingxue Prefecture.

found Yaxing and bought an independent courtyard in Wangyuan City, where Shi Xiaole lived.

Of course, he did not do it for pleasure, but to practice martial arts quietly.

After comprehending the half-style killing move, Shi Xiaole tried to continue to deepen, but unfortunately for three days, there was no inch of progress.

It's right to think about it, although he has a wonderful understanding, but after all, his background is too shallow, and a lot of martial arts knowledge has not been fully mastered.

The rest of the matter, it's useless to rush.

What's more, even if it is only a half-style, the power of this killing move has exceeded a glimmer of life, and it can be used as a hole card.

"This trip to the Red Blood Altar has really gained a lot. ”

In addition to comprehending the half-style killing move, Shi Xiaole also found a book of women-eating Dafa in Qiu Wuyi's residence, and after systematic identification, he reached the second-rate lower grade level.

Shi Xiaole planned to exchange it for a second-rate inferior martial arts. It just so happened that this month's free lottery day has also arrived, and it happens to be held at the same time.

At night, the stars are shining.

"May I ask the host, do you want to draw for free first, or exchange it for the same level of martial arts?"

The system asked.

"Let's do a free draw first. ”

The surprise should be put at the end, anyway, it is impossible to spare time for martial arts of the same level. However, it is free of charge, and the evacuation rate has reached half.

Bite!

The square aura fell on the blank stone wall, making Shi Xiaole sigh slightly.

I used to have so good luck, I almost wanted anything, but the last few times I can memorize it, isn't it to pay off debts?

"Redeem the same tier. ”

As the words fell, the square aura danced on the second-story stone wall.

Shi Xiaole's pupils shrank slightly.

With Zixia Divine Skill, he doesn't need other second-rate inferior internal skills for the time being, and it would be a waste to have more. It is best to use swordsmanship, sword art, light martial arts and other martial arts.

It must be known that although Dai Zong is a second-rate inferior sword technique, its strength lies in its calculation ability, not its frontal attack power. Therefore, in the face of high-level opponents, it is inevitable that there will be some losses.

If it is replaced by a second-rate low-grade martial arts with strong attack power, it will not be able to make Shi Xiaole enhance a lot.

The square halo flickered back and forth, like a naughty child, deliberately selling Guanzi. It took dozens of breaths before it reluctantly stopped.

Bite.

Seeing the words on the stone wall, Shi Xiaole's heart beat wildly, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy.

"Congratulations to the host, you have drawn a second-rate lower grade knife technique, and a set of ten styles of bloody battle in Kouzhong. ”

Call!

It's actually this set of knife techniques.

The Ten Styles of Bloody War, the founder was Li Jing, a master of Tiance Mansion, and later passed on to Kou Zhong and Xu Zilin.

It is said that this knife technique is comprehended from the killing of thousands of troops, and every move and style is full of momentum and iron-blooded. It may be a little insufficient to use it to compete for dominance, but it is infinitely powerful when used in the battlefield.

For Shi Xiaole at this stage, it is naturally too far to compete for the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and he may not be able to comprehend the more profound sword techniques quickly.

Ten bloody battles, just right.

In fact, according to Shi Xiaole's estimate, this is also the Kou Zhong version of the Ten Styles of Bloody Battle, if it is replaced by Li Jing's revised version, it will be a second-rate medium grade at best.

......

In the quiet courtyard, Shi Xiaole held a snow crushing knife in his hand and began to practice.

The most important thing in the Ten Styles of Bloody Battle is the iron-blooded momentum.

In this regard, with the cultivation experience of the Hundred Battles Sword Method, Shi Xiaole was very confident. But as he practiced, he found that he was taking it for granted.

Second-rate inferior martial arts, after all, are not third-rate martial arts functions.

The reason why Dai Zong made rapid progress was because the focus was on mental arithmetic, which happened to be on the spot stone cyclone.

The reason why Zixia Shengong is easy to practice is because there is a foundation for Fuyang Qigong, and you only need to convert the internal force of Fuyang into Zixia internal force, and the foundation is quickly completed.

The Ten Styles of Blood War are different, it has no support, and it is Shi Xiaole's first second-rate martial arts that needs to be cultivated from scratch.

"It was too smooth before, I need to adjust my mentality, and I just want to see how long it takes to cultivate second-rate martial arts with my own understanding. ”

The mood relaxed, forcibly throwing away all negative emotions, Shi Xiaole quieted down.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the days pass.

There were no visitors in the small courtyard, no laughter, and some were just a lonely figure, repeating the boring ten-move knife technique every day.

Tireless, I don't know what to look like.

He couldn't count how many times he had practiced, Shi Xiaole only knew that even if he was asleep, he could skillfully perform any of the ten moves in the Blood Battle Style.

"I've been proficient in the moves, but the taste is just bad. ”

Shi Xiaole frowned, constantly fantasizing about the iron-blooded scene, trying to substitute himself into it, but he couldn't do it.

And so it went on for a few more days.

The sense of iron and blood in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

One night, Iron Horse Jingo fell asleep.

It was as if he was in the middle of a battlefield, with the sound of shouts and killings, surrounded by enemies wielding soldiers, who had to kill everyone with the knife in his hand.

Boast!

The snow shattering knife was swung, and the table in the room split directly in two, and the knife continued to stretch, splitting a knife mark three feet long and six inches deep from the wall in front of it.