Late at night, the drizzle stopped and the sky cleared.

The moon cleared the clouds, revealing its peerless face.

The noisy Mufeng City during the day fell silent, and on the first floor of the inn, the little two on duty at night were lying on the counter and napping.

The windows of the guest room on the second floor were all closed due to the previous drizzle, and at this moment, the moonlight shone in through the window paper.

Everyone was asleep, but Xing Ke was exceptionally awake.

He sat quietly at the table in the room, did not light candles, and looked at the blood-drinking sword on the table, and was distracted for a moment.

"Hiss......"

The sword was slowly drawn, and the moonlight fell on the ancient bronze sword, emitting a faint clear glow, which seemed calm and restrained.

Tonight, it was the first time he had killed someone with his blood-drinking sword.

Although he didn't like to kill, when Shen Pingyan's blood stained the long-dull blade, he felt the blood in his chest boiling, and that strange feeling seemed to have not been seen for a long time.

He thought of Master again, Master rarely kills, and the blood-drinking sword will never come out of its sheath until it is forced to do so.

After each killing, the originally dull blade of the sword will emit a faint halo after being washed with blood.

He followed the example of his master, and wiped the blade of his sword over and over again with a white handkerchief, even though the blood of his enemies had long since been drunk by the bloodthirsty sword.

A worried look slowly appeared on his calm face.

The Po Sha Sect is just a second-rate Jianghu sect, and the Po Sao Baguazhang is also mediocre, but now the martial arts trial conference in the city has gathered countless famous factions, among which there are many people like Shen Pingyan today who regard Master Yang Yuanzhi as an enemy, if these people are united, not to mention that it is difficult to deal with, at least it will add a lot of trouble.

Although he was confident enough in his swordsmanship, or even a little conceited, but now he didn't want to cause these troubles, he was here for Yunhua Pavilion, to improve his skills, he didn't want to waste his energy on these grinding trivialities, and now was not the best time.

If he really wants him to make a move, he hopes that his opponent will be a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, and as soon as he makes a move, he will cause a sensation in the entire martial arts, obviously now, he is not ready.

Xing Ke got up and came to the window, pushed the window open, and the cool breeze of early autumn blew in his face.

The moon has set to the west, and the lights of the Furong Building at the end of the long street are constantly lit up all night in the night that is about to end.

He went downstairs, out the door, through the long street.

This time, however, he was not wearing his sword.

Xing Ke came to the uninhabited ruined temple in the suburbs and looked through the Yunyan Sect sword book given to him by his uncle Xu Feng.

He flipped through it quickly, wondering how long it would take to practice this Yunyan Sword Technique to some climate. Although he had practiced the Thirteen Styles of Eagle Flying taught by his master very well, in order to avoid these unnecessary troubles now, and no longer have anything to do with the Flame of the Eagle, which he hated, he had to abandon this set of swordsmanship that he had practiced for seven years.

But even if he looked at the ten lines at a glance and looked at it casually, by the time the whole cheatbook was finished, it was already late afternoon.

He sat on the broken stone steps at the entrance of the temple in disappointment, not because the sword moves of Yun Yan's swordsmanship were not powerful enough, on the contrary, Yunyan's swordsmanship was smart and mysterious, unfathomable, and it was a good kung fu that people in the rivers and lakes could not ask for.

It's a pity that to practice this kung fu well, you need a solid foundation, both internal and external cultivation, and you must not achieve it overnight, otherwise, you will only have its shape, and it will be rare to get its god, not only waste this good swordsmanship, but also easy to go crazy, and it is difficult to go back and re-cultivate.

The Eagle Flying Thirteen Styles can't be used, and the Yun Yan Sword Technique can't be practiced for a while, so what should I do now? Xing Ke didn't have an answer at the moment.

Without a handy martial arts, to him, just like a general on the battlefield without a weapon, for a swordsman, it seems that nothing is worse than this.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally thought of a way, that is, in the shortest possible time, to transform the Eagle Flying Thirteen style sword moves into a fist that can be used freely, although this is difficult, but at the moment there is only one way.

Once the decision is made, implementation begins.

He practiced in front of the ruined temple without people until late at night, when the hotel and tavern were about to close, and then he was hungry and dragged his tired body soaked in sweat back, eating and resting, for three days, day after day.

Three days later, although his set of boxing techniques could not be said to be exquisitely practiced, and the power may not be half of the Eagle Flying Thirteen Style Sword Technique, it was finally smooth and natural, and he could use it freely.

In the afternoon, Xing Ke held the blood-drinking sword in his hand and rubbed it for a long time, and finally put the sword into the sword box with some reluctance, but then took it out again.

He couldn't give it up after all.

Perhaps in this world, except for the master, there is no one better than him who understands the power of the blood-drinking sword, and understands how many proud heroes can be frightened by the three-way Eagle Flying Thirteen with the cold blood-drinking sword.

He wrapped the hilt and scabbard of the sword with strips of blue cloth, and though he carried it on his back, he said to himself that he must not draw it again until he had to.

He picked up the blood-drinking sword, took the long qin package delivered by his master Xu Feng, and rushed to Mufeng Villa.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the yellowing leaves of the mountains, and the wide bluestone road spirals to the majestic Mufeng Mountain Villa in the midst of the layers of mountains and greenery.

When he was about to reach the gate of the villa, two gray-robed guards stopped him.

"Stop, who's coming?" asked the guard.

"In Xia Xingke, he was entrusted by someone to give a gift to Miss Muda. Xing Ke replied lightly.

The two guards glanced at each other meaningfully, then smiled and said, "Hmph, it's a gift for the eldest lady again, you go back, our eldest lady won't see you, and we won't accept this gift." ”

"Why? How do you know that the eldest lady won't see me?" Xing Ke asked.

"Haha...... Every day, there are many people like you who come to the villa for a random reason to see my young lady, what to give gifts, what to send letters...... Haha, my young lady never cares. Go back, go back, see how handsome you look, it's better to be funny, and it will save our brothers from being rough. One of the guards said.

"The gift I gave is not an ordinary gift, the person who entrusted me with the gift is not an ordinary person, your young lady will definitely see me. Xing Ke said firmly.

His voice was straight, and his eyes shone with a calm light.

The guard realized that the man in front of him seemed to be different from the previous admirers of the eldest lady, and he glanced at his companion opposite as if asking for advice, and the other guard on the other side asked Xing Ke, "Then what kind of gift are you giving?" ”

As he spoke, he leaned out towards the blue flower-wrapped long qin on Xing Ke's back.

Xing Ke quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and then slammed him out, and the guard had been thrown to the side of the avenue.

The guard only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, fell to the ground and cried out in pain, and did not dare to stand up again.

"You are not qualified to see this gift. Xing Ke said coldly.

A cold gaze rose under his eyes like sword qi.

Seeing this, the guards on the other side glanced at Xing Ke, and hurriedly ran towards the villa along the avenue......

Xing Ke straightened the package on his body again, and then walked indifferently towards the gate of the villa.

After walking only a few dozen meters, suddenly a purple-clothed swordsman suddenly appeared in the middle of the stone road, blocking the way.

Xing Ke looked from afar, and saw that this person's left forehead was hanging down to his chin, with a long face and sharp eyes, a tall figure, strong bones, and a cold and uninhibited body.

He has seen a lot of distinctive people in the rivers and lakes, but it is rarer than the man in front of him.

The man in purple slowly raised his eyes cast on the ground and looked at Xing Ke coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

With a sound of "Zheng ......", the man in purple had already slashed at Xing Ke with a sword.

This sword is full of power and extremely fast.

Although Xing Ke dodged, it was also very thrilling, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly: "The people of Mufeng Villa are really powerful!"

Then the man in purple slashed with several swords in a row, his sword style seemed simple, it seemed that he did not pay attention to the tricks, and only won with bravery, but it was still difficult for people to parry.

If it was the Eagle Flying Thirteen-style sword move, Xing Ke still had the confidence to win him, but now with the boxing technique he had just practiced, it would be impossible to win him. It's okay to dodge him with more than 20 moves, but after more than 20 moves, you will definitely lose.

Seeing that the attack of the man in purple was getting more and more fierce, Xing Ke's fist was becoming more and more cramped, and the anger in his chest was difficult to exert, he subconsciously reached out to hold the hilt of the blood-drinking sword behind his back, hesitated for a moment, and did not draw the sword out after all.

But the sword of the man in purple could not allow Xing Ke to hesitate.

The sword slashed past his neck, and if the scale was closer than half an inch, Xing Ke at this moment was already a dead man.

The man in purple still let him go, the tip of his sword pointed directly at his throat, but stopped less than half an inch away from the vital point: "Why don't you draw your sword?" I believe that your swordsmanship will be much better than your unsuccessful fist technique." ”

He said coldly.

As soon as his sword stopped, Xing Ke saw clearly that the sword in the purple-clothed man's hand was emitting purple sword light, the shape of the sword body was like a fish bone, and every sharp angle was extremely sharp, making it an excellent killing weapon.

"If you want to kill, you can kill, you don't need so much nonsense. Xing Ke said lightly.

Suddenly, the tip of the purple-clothed man's sword moved downward, from his throat to his chest, and the tip of his sword was gently picked up, only to hear the sound of "bell ......", and a copper-colored token fell from Xing Ke's arms to the bluestone ground.

Xing Ke frowned and snorted softly.

This is the token of the head of the Yunyan Sect entrusted to him by his uncle, and it is more important to him than his life.

The man in purple turned around, picked up the token with a very fast technique, held it in his hand, and studied it carefully.

"Give me back the token, or I'll make you die an ugly death!" Xing Ke snorted coldly at him, his hand already tightly gripping the blood-drinking sword behind his back.

The man in purple flipped the token over, and the word "Yun Yan" on the token was revealed, his expression suddenly became very reverent, and he hurriedly handed the token to Xing Ke, and said in a low voice: "I don't know if it's Yun Yanmen's brother, I'm offended, I hope don't take it to heart." ”

His whole person was no longer the cold and uninhibited appearance just now, and suddenly became humble and submissive, which made Xing Ke a little incredible.

The purple-clothed man led Xing Ke into a pavilion in the villa, and then kept bowing and retreating, until he left the pavilion, he turned around and walked into the inner courtyard not far away.