The villagers of Niu Village hated the bandits of Niu Xian Mountain, and before Qin Xiaotian finished speaking, Niu Chong picked up the firewood knife in his hand, strode in front of a thief who was struggling to get up, shouted, and said, "Go die, damn bandit!"

The knife fell, and a firewood knife slashed down, and before the thief could react, his head had already moved.

Although Niu Chong was tall and burly, he had never killed anyone, seeing that the firewood knife was stained with blood, his hands trembled with fright, and he threw away the firewood knife in his hand with a bang, and shouted sideways to Qin Xiaotian in fear, "Sect Master, I killed someone, I killed someone!"

Seven or eight villagers had no experience in killing people, but they were chattering from time to time, and they also rushed over, and some of them were counting the crimes of these bandits. You damned bandits, who stole pigs, cows, and sheep from our cattle village, and robbed every household of valuable things, this is what happened to you! Grabbing the corpses of the thieves one by one, punching and kicking them one by one, it seemed that they were not enough, and slapped the corpses several times one after another.

Seeing this, Qin Xiaotian hurriedly persuaded: "Although the thieves are heinous in their crimes, they are already dead, let them be reincarnated as good people!"

Among these bandits, they were not born to be bandits, some were forced by life, and some were forced by life, and some were forced to do so after being infected with such evil deeds. It's more about the same smell, and after getting together, being instigated by others to make a living. Once you're on this path, there's no turning back.

Qin Xiaotian's words, of course, they were willing to listen, so they stopped destroying the corpse of the bandit, clapped their hands, and they all looked very relieved, and returned to Qin Xiaotian shyly.

And Niu Chong's hands were still shaking, and his mouth was muttering, "Sect Master, I'm killing someone!"

"They are bandits, they should be killed!" Qin Xiaotian had a lovely smile on his face, and glanced at him kindly, he could only answer like this.

These villagers, who usually hate the bandits, really managed to kill them, but they were extremely scared, and these were all their psychological effects. With the first time, maybe the second time you start, you won't even blink your eyes, which is the demeanor of a general.

After Qin Xiaotian finished speaking, he looked up at the blue sky, because his flaming sword had not appeared until now! He had a lot of questions in his heart, this time he was too indulgent of it, could something have happened.

Qin Xiaotian didn't dare to do this before, but this time in the face of these bandits, he deliberately connived at the Flame Sword once, and in the past few days, the Flame Sword rarely sucks the essence blood of demon beasts and people, so he is like this·····

Yu Ziyun, who was holding Qin Xiaotian's hand, seemed to be in shock, looking at her husband who had left her and Wang Yanran for nearly a year, like a familiar stranger. I think how many good things I said to my sister Wang Yanran when I left the Bathing Sect, that is, I wanted to come to the Outer Sect to visit Qin Xiaotian, because I got lost, I strayed into the Pimple Village and Niu Village, and on the territory of the Niu Village, I was met by a black-faced demon beast, and it was Niu Chong who stopped him, and was later chased by several thieves.

Now that her husband has rescued herself from the devil's cave, she has been hiding in her heart for almost a year, and she doesn't know where to start.

At this moment, what Qin Xiaotian was worried about was that he was afraid that if the Flame Sword fell into the hands of the thief, the consequences would be unimaginable, and he hoped that it would return to his master's side.

He turned around and said to the villagers: "Brothers, now that the bandits on Niuxian Mountain have been destroyed, we should also go down the mountain." ”

I don't know who said: "Sect Master, there are still thieves who are not dead, and they are not afraid of resurrection?"

Qin Xiaotian has always disapproved of killing too much, but there are some things that he can't help himself, so he has to be ruthless! The Three Realms were originally a world full of killings, and demons and monsters were rampant, mixed in between, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

"It's okay, the surviving bandits are now leaderless, and they can't become the climate, and the future cattle village will be peaceful from now on!" Qin Xiaotian replied with great confidence.

"Well, with the auspicious words of the sect master, I hope that there will be no more bandits in Niu Village in the future. Niu Chong nodded and thanked Qin Xiaotian, took his brothers, and everyone rushed down the mountain.

Before he had taken a few steps, a red light appeared in the mid-sky not far ahead, flying straight towards everyone. Qin Xiaotian was the first to see it clearly, his face was full of excitement, and he looked at Yu Ziyun beside him, and said, "Sister Ziyun, it must be my Flame Sword that flew back alone." ”

"Well, it must be. Yu Ziyun was also full of smiles, and nodded slightly.

Behind them, suddenly a cold voice shouted, "Sect Master, it's not good, someone is flying over this way!"

When Qin Xiaotian heard this, that red light was in front of everyone's eyes, with a bit of murderous aura, and he really saw that it was his own flame sword.

Instead, it was held by a middle-aged man with a murderous face and rushed towards them.

Everyone dispersed a certain distance, it was indeed my flaming sword, but it had fallen into the hands of thieves. Seven or eight villagers led by Niu Chong parted in horror, Qin Xiaotian hurriedly protected Ziyun behind him, and comforted, "Sister Ziyun, don't be afraid, this person must have a certain connection with the bandits on Niu Xian Mountain, and nine times out of ten they are coming at me." ”

Niu Chong ran over and said to Qin Xiaotian: "Please rest assured, Sister Ziyun is protected by us, and you can deal with the people who come." ”

As he spoke, he quickly pulled Yu Ziyun away, and Qin Xiaotian also complied with him, rushed forward a few steps, and shouted loudly into the air: "Who is coming, why did my Flame Sword fall into your hands?"

At the same time, Qin Xiaotian found that the Flame Sword was pure red and full of anger, as if it was no longer his treasure, and behind the hilt of the sword, a middle-aged man with big eyes and hair standing up, dressed in a blue robe, with a slender figure, holding the Flame Sword with both hands, rushed towards the direction where Qin Xiaotian was standing.

Then a dive, almost coherent in action, without a hint of stopping, in the dive, the flaming sword and the person turned into a red light at the same time, which seemed to add a bright light to the heaven and earth, and brought a trace of vitality to this cloudy weather.

"Haha, it doesn't matter who I am, maybe you're curious to know why your flaming sword fell into my hands. The people who came laughed a few times, and there was a bit of disdain in the laughter, which made Qin Xiaotian very disgusted.

"Originally, it was just a broken sword, I can give it to you!" Qin Xiaotian replied seemingly cheerfully.

There was no trace of miserliness between his words, he knew better than anyone else in his heart that his Flame Sword was originally his personal sword, and it was not something that other immortal cultivators could control, unless he didn't take his life seriously, he would keep this sword by his side.

The Flame Sword, in Qin Xiaotian's hands, can be called a sword of justice, but in the hands of other immortal cultivators, it is a bane!

"Is your kid really so refreshing, it's unbelievable!" The person who came fell in front of Qin Xiaotian, he was tall and burly, and the hair on his head covered his forehead at this time, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes, and he kept staring at Qin Xiaotian.

Today, you will take people to wash Niu Xian Mountain with blood, and the old man will cut off your head with your flaming sword to avenge my senior brother!

Qin Xiaotian had already guessed that this guy really had a certain relationship with the black-faced demon beast, and then shook his head and said, "Definitely, the Flame Sword is my treasure, how can it kill the master?"

In that case, it will commit a heinous sin, and I will destroy it.

"Hmph, you're still holding the Flame Sword as a human?" the guy said coldly.

Qin Xiaotian sneered, the corners of his mouth grinned, "It's very simple, I want to treat it as a person, it has the spirituality of a human, if I treat it as a sword, it has the power of a sword!"

His words are not boasting in front of the other party, they are all true. The nature of the Flame Sword, except for Qin Xiaotian, who knew everything about it in the Three Realms, the other immortal cultivators could be said to know nothing. They all thought that the flame technique that Qin Xiaotian played could be played by every immortal cultivator, and his flame sword could also be used by other immortal cultivators.

Perhaps, many immortal cultivators know something, so-and-so immortal cultivators rely on his weapons to dominate the side, as long as his weapons are stolen and he loses his dependence, then the immortal cultivators will face the danger of death. This kind of thinking is indeed the best way for other immortal cultivators!

But Qin Xiaotian's Flame Sword was loyal to him only after he was tamed, and there was no anger on the sword's body. As for other immortal cultivators, it was different, this was a secret that the other party didn't know.

After another while, the disciple seemed to have lost his patience, and immediately pointed at Qin Xiaotian with the flaming sword in his hand, and shouted: "Qin Xiaotian, today I will let you repay the blood debt, I have to use your flaming sword with my own hands to cut off your head!"

Qin Xiaotian was not angry, but shook it indifferently and said, "I don't believe it!"

In the eyes of that disciple, he thought that Qin Xiaotian had lost his due strength, and he usually relied on the Flame Sword to kill the enemy, and once he lost it, he would become helpless.

Suddenly, the disciple's body floated up at great speed, and he stabbed towards Qin Xiaotian with a flaming sword in his hand.

Qin Xiaotian saw him make a move and shouted: "Baby, why are you disobedient, I am your master!"

The words of a three-year-old child made the disciple smile contemptuously, "You really treat the Flame Sword as a human being, it's ridiculous!"

Within a few seconds, suddenly the body of the Flame Sword spun extremely fast, "Whew!"

came a big reversal, stabbed at the disciple, and when it reversed, it was as fast as lightning, and then, only a pop was heard, and the flaming sword suddenly pierced the disciple's chest.

"Whoa!"

The sword body slashed upward, and the disciple's chest had been cut in half, and the blood condensed into a strand and converged on the sword. Qin Xiaotian watched this scene in surprise, he couldn't believe his eyes, he rubbed it, but it was all so realistic.

Before the disciple could scream, he collapsed in a pool of blood·······

In a few moments, the blood stains on the Flame Sword had gradually disappeared, and it flew happily in the air, and suddenly a dive flew towards Qin Xiaotian.