After a moment of weightlessness, the feet retouched the solid ground. Xu was already lurking in the dark for a moment before, but at this time in the darkness of the deep mountains, Zhang Yang didn't feel too much discomfort, and after blinking his eyes a few times, the surrounding scenery was clearly reflected in his pupils.

The wooden stakes, delicate wooden houses, and patches of woods that practice the exercises outline a continuous outline in the hazy moonlight, like a splashed ink landscape painting by a famous artist, and it looks like a place for the worldly masters to live in seclusion. In the weather at the beginning of June, there are faint bursts of insects, which looks fresh and quiet, with the unique fragrance of the mountains and forests, refreshing people's hearts.

However, such a view did not make Zhang Yang feel relaxed. On the contrary, his heart at this time seemed to be entangled in spider silk, hanging above the abyss. As long as there is half a minute of wind and grass, the spider silk will break, and a heart will be broken into a piece of minced meat.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people are killed and set on fire. This situation is the most suitable for killing people and destroying corpses.

Zhang Yang, who has always been used to bullying and arrogant, only felt a chill crawling up along the back of his back, cold to the bone marrow. A slight itch slowly spread from the forehead down the side of the cheek. Reaching out to touch it, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

An ominous premonition hung in his heart, and Zhang Yang hurriedly took out the crystal spirit mirror and sent a distress signal to the master. After a brief confrontation with Ji Danhuang, he had already found that his chances of winning were quite small.

He doesn't want to die here yet!

The distress signal had just been issued, and the figure in front of him flickered, and Ji Danhuang had already followed. Zhang Yang knew that he had no chance to escape.

Oh, he was actually cornered by a waste who had bullied him for three years!

Squinting at Ji Danhuang, Zhang Yang sneered disdainfully: "Egg yolk, do you want to kill me again?"

No matter how fearful you are, you can't lose your momentum. If you soften first, you really don't even have a half-point chance of winning.

Ji Danhuang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What do you think?"

If he hadn't really had murderous intent, how could he have brought Zhang Yang here?

He hasn't had the second to get to that kind of Cheng dù.

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Yang looked up to the sky and smiled, "It's up to you? Do you have the guts? Don't think I don't remember what happened in the Netherworld. At that time, I don't know who it was, but finding the ghost of the master was like seeing my own father, shouting and screaming that he was saved. If you are not afraid of killing, why bother to save me when you kill me in the first place?"

How can a person who is afraid to see death from the bottom of his heart really have the courage to kill?

When Ji Danhuang heard this, his heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly recalled all the things he had experienced in the life and death situation, as well as the tragic scene when he killed many black-clothed killers.

The sound of the two swords piercing the flesh was so harsh, the temperature of the blood splashing on the hands and faces was so scorching, and the near-death struggle was so terrifying. This qiē is like a nightmare viper, and every time he thinks about it, he feels frightened.

Perhaps, at the moment when he drew his sword, he didn't care about the weight of so many lives. But after the fact, I dreamed back at midnight, and the hot red stained on my hands along the tip of the sword was an indelible mark in this life.

It's not that he hasn't killed people, but the guilt that remains in his heart after killing people burns his heart like a fire of purgatory. Is he really ready to take the lives of others?

When I think about killing, I don't feel too much discomfort. But when he really stood in front of Zhang Yang with his sword and was really about to cut off the other party's head, he was cowardly.

After all, he is not a murderer, and he can't treat human life like a mustard. Even if the person standing in front of him is the person he has hated for three years.

When you want to kill, people are not in front of you. But when the man stood within reach of his hand, his sword-holding hands began to tremble again.

He has always been so contradictory.

Seeing Ji Danhuang's complicated and hesitant face, his eyes dodged, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more unscrupulous. Waste is waste, even if you really kill someone? It's not that you've been disturbed by your own words, and you can't lift the blade in your hand anymore!

As long as he continues to stimulate him with words, he can't make serious moves. When the master arrives, it will be him Ji Danhuang who will die!

Such a threat, how can you keep it!

Ji Danhuang's mind was chaotic, and the nine dragon shadows that swirled around him also began to move up and down uneasily. For him, murder is an unforgivable sin, and even though he has been trying to ignore this fact, the subconscious fear of killing still dominates his heart.

His three views, after all, failed to adapt to the world of cultivating immortals.

"Shhhh

The voice as light as a gnat floated into his ears, Ji Danhuang's heart was shocked, and he shouted angrily: "What did you say!"

Zhang Yang said: "Uncle Ben, say that you are a waste! What's the matter? If you have a kind of words, take your sword and cut it here!" he said, pointing to his neck.

"You!"

Ji Danhuang frowned, and his right hand holding the sword was raised suddenly, and the sharp blade suddenly tore the air into a burst of sorrow. Ji Danhuang's sword tip pointed at Zhang Yang, and said in a deep voice: "Don't force me!"

The person in front of him was so hateful that he wanted to swing out and cut it in half with just a sword. But thinking of the huge psychological burden brought by the murder, the sword in his hand was so heavy that he could no longer lift a single inch.

He hated him, but he was even more afraid of the shadow of death.

"Forcing you?" Zhang Yang sneered, "What if I force you, do you really dare to cut it?"

"Do you dare, do you dare, dare you!"

Seeing the single knife slashing out half a round of silver moon in mid-air, Ji Danhuang was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly stepped back, the speed of the double swords in his hands was greatly reduced, and he only had time to cross the posture of blocking above his head. The piercing sound of blade clashing tore a long scar into the night sky, and a flash of silver light flew like the darkness outside the moonlight, but it was a flamboyant single knife, which had been cut in half by Ji Danhuang's sharp blade.

Looking at the only half of the knife body left in his hand, Zhang Yang was stunned and slightly stunned. He obviously didn't expect that the sword in Ji Danhuang's hand was so sharp, and he broke his single knife with just one touch.

This waste actually holds such a divine weapon! Such a treasure is held by a waste in his hand, it is simply a tyrannical thing!

This kind of thing should belong to him, so it can be regarded as a pleasant match!

In Zhang Yang's eyes, a trace of greed suddenly flashed. Such a good sword, he must get his hands on it!

Ji Danhuang looked at the light and shadow shining with the double swords in his hand, and lost his mind for a moment. Faintly, he seemed to hear the long groan of the twin swords Qingyue, like a pair of divine weapons in his hands, cheering for their master.

Sighing lightly, Ji Danhuang couldn't help but smile bitterly. He actually understands a lot of things and a lot of truths, and he thinks about them very clearly. But when it comes to the critical moment, what he once thought about will be completely denied by himself.

The so-called nature of the country is easy to change, even if he really wants to understand the problem of life and death, he still can't see through it, and he is still entangled in the original dead situation and can't find an exit. He has indeed changed a lot during this time, but there are some deep-rooted things that are still subtly affecting him, allowing him to figure out some things, but he still can't achieve enlightenment.

I understand the truth, but I can't apply it in practice. He is a contradictory being, living contradictory, doing contradictory, and thinking contradictory.

During the period when Ji Danhuang was distracted, Zhang Yang had already changed to a single knife and put on a posture of fighting. After three years of living in the same class, he figured out Ji Danhuang's temperament, waste is always waste, even if he occasionally hardens his heart, he will always be entangled with regret.

He believed that his previous words had shaken Ji Danhuang's heart, so that Ji Danhuang could no longer kill him.

A smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Zhang Yang's single knife was slightly oblique, and the light refracted by the blade reflected his pupils, revealing a cold killing intent.

Ji Danhuang, a coward, can't afford to be a killer with heartache, but he is different. When the master arrived, he would definitely wipe Ji Danhuang out of this world, and he would be regarded as avenging himself.

The experience of the underworld will never be forgotten by him. If this revenge is not avenged, it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Liaison ghost messenger to retaliate against him? Very good, very good! This time, even if you can't break your soul, you will be thrown directly into the wheel table and end this life completely!

Just like the wheel table, if you cut off the implication in this life, you will be considered completely dead. Even if he is reincarnated, he is just a baby, and it is difficult to threaten him.

Hmph, isn't it easy to pinch a baby to death?

So, what he needs to do now is to suppress Ji Danhuang!

"Shh

Zhang Yang sneered, and with a single swing, it was still a simple slash. The true qi surged, the purple mist was filled, and it condensed into a huge sword shadow, and with this knife, it slashed straight towards Ji Danhuang.

The ferocious oppressive force hit him face to face, Ji Danhuang was shocked, hurriedly swung his sword to block, and at the same time retreated sharply. However, because of his momentary distraction, his reaction speed was half a beat slower after all, and a wisp of sword wind crossed the block of the double swords and pursued to the top of his head.

Ji Danhuang only felt a chill on the top of his head, and then a hot liquid gushed out like magma, snaking along the center of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, and sliding on his lips to open a wisp of salty. Reaching out and touching it lightly on his forehead, it was stained with a blush.

He...... Hit?

Looking at the red palm in a trance, Ji Danhuang looked up blankly, and saw Zhang Yang smiling, a large area of purple mist was blurred with a single knife in his hand, and the purple knife shadow slashed from all directions, and he was ruthless.

Ji Danhuang smiled bitterly and shook his head. He seems to have lost again.