The cold sword wind blew up the yellow hay and dust on the ground and danced in the air, and more than a dozen martial arts masters fought fiercely on the Broken Intestine Cliff, and the sword light in the sky frightened away the surrounding birds and beasts. A young man with a height of eight feet and a mantle wielding a sword full of sword edges drew bright white light in the air, and a dozen or so other martial arts masters surrounded him half, and used all his tricks to point at the middle-aged man's vital point, and the middle-aged man's physical strength gradually weakened, and he retreated step by step. With a scream, the middle-aged man fell to the ground, and these martial arts masters stopped their attacks and looked at Zhou Qinghai, who was lying on the ground, spitting blood. Zhou Qinghai's clothes became strips of red cloth piece by piece, blood stained Zhou Qinghai's body red, Zhou Qinghai arched his right leg, but his left leg, which was seriously wounded by the sword, was never able to stand up. Zhou Qinghai pressed his left hand on his left knee, and with his right hand, he stuck the broken but still shining sword on the ground, barely supporting his body that might fall down at any time. Zhou Qinghai's weak body spewed out flames in his eyes, and Zhou Qinghai looked at the martial arts masters who were about to take his name.

"You wicked man, how many innocent chivalrous people you have killed, so that their sect and their families have fallen into great sorrow, at that time, have you ever seen a pair of eyes that you can see or cannot see spewing out of anger at you? Now, you look at us with such eyes, do you feel the pain they felt at the beginning? Now it is time to pay for the blood debt, and you must pay with your life for the sins you have committed. And we don't just want you to die, we want you to die with your body and bones shattered, and your soul will be scattered and let your ghost look at your broken corpse and sigh bitterly. ”

The martial arts masters present looked at this demon who was finally dying, revealing hideous faces that were rarely seen on weekdays, and wanted to stab him to death with a sword, skin him alive, and swallow him alive, so that he could experience the pain experienced when their family, their master, senior brothers, and disciples were killed. Pain has taken root in the soles of their feet, has grown all over their bodies, burrowed into their heads, and made them bright people, and the heads of good deeds everywhere give birth to a murderous cloud. One step further is the bottomless, mist-shrouded, terrifying uninhabited valley, they want him to be broken when he is alive, so that his soul will be scattered, and he can no longer harm the martial arts and the people.

The uninhabited valley is surrounded by thousands of cliffs, and no one has ever lived again. Around the Uninhabited Valley, it is common to hear the roars of animals torn apart and in pain, and the terrible howl of wolves at night is even more chilling to the bone marrow. The people living in the surrounding area were already frightened by the frightened sound and moved away. In the legends of people for generations, this uninhabited valley is inhabited by a big demon and a group of small demons, whether they are small animals or people, as long as they see it, they will definitely not escape their mouths. Now only those martial arts people still have the courage to pass by here, and ordinary people, including those generals who have seen countless dead corpses, dare not pass by here.

The cold wind suddenly blew, and the bright sky quickly darkened, and the dust, leaves, and weeds swept the wind, and the bright sky became a chaotic world. These martial arts masters let the wind blow their eyes, the leaf knife cut their faces, and the stones hit their bodies, still motionless, they wanted to see this real demon shattered and scattered.

"After so many years, you have persecuted me and killed me in every possible way, and today you finally got your wish. I know that whether I am killed by you or fall into the uninhabited valley, I, Zhou Qinghai, will be wronged by Jiuquan, but you say that I will be scattered, but I tell you, I can be killed by you, but my ghost will not disperse, my ghost will take revenge on you at night, you remember to me, I will kill you if I am a ghost-"

Zhou Qinghai pulled out his sword with his right hand and jumped into the uninhabited valley. Zhou Qinghai's blood sprinkled a little red stain on the stone wall and disappeared into the misty uninhabited valley. Some of the martial arts masters present laughed wildly, some had tears on their faces, and some knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Laughter carries infinite resentment, and tears are mixed with tears of happiness. In the crowd, two people, a gray-haired and energetic old man, looked at the bottomless uninhabited valley with moist eyes, and a young man in his twenties, supporting the old man, also looked sadly at the bottom of this uninhabited valley. After venting most of the anger or resentment in their hearts, the surrounding martial arts masters resumed their usual dignified words and deeds, and went to comfort the old man one by one. The old man turned around and signaled that there was no need to go down the mountain gently. The top of the hill is a flat land of three or four hundred square meters, where only lush weeds grow and there are no trees. On the west side of the mountain, there is a winding and rugged path full of thorns that is almost out of sight. There was the scream of an animal torn apart from the valley, and except for the old and the young, the rest of the people turned back to see what had been invisible, and now they looked across the uninhabited valley on the top of the mountain, and saw the heads, torso and limbs scattered on the ground being eaten by wild beasts. Although these martial arts masters have profound internal skills, after a fierce battle, they are all exhausted and disgraced, and they have completely lost the spiritual outlook of the head or martial arts master, and they are too lazy to dust off the dust on their clothes. When they walked to a road thirty or forty miles away from the uninhabited valley, they saw a small two-story building, on which the flying red flag said Shunfeng Hotel, which means wishing the passing passengers a smooth journey. These martial arts masters were eager to rush to this hotel immediately, but because of the respected old men who were supported by the young man, they all forced themselves to slow down. Seeing so many people coming in the direction of the hotel, it was estimated that they were both eating and lodging, and it was his wealthy man who jumped out of the counter directly and ran to the door of the hotel to greet the guests. When the martial arts master entered the hotel, he was immediately refreshed, shouting loudly "Hurry up the wine" and "Hurry up the meat" while putting the two small tables together. The young man helped the old man to sit aside and said nothing. The shopkeeper immediately motioned to the kitchen to serve some of the wine and food first, and then asked the martial arts masters what kind of dinner they had.

"Although the good wine and good food in the store are served, the money will naturally be less for you. ”

The martial arts master looked at the old man and the young man with a painful face, asked the old man to rest in the morning room, let the young man take good care of the old man, and motioned to the shopkeeper to bring some food to the house. The young man helped the old man into the house, and the martial arts master immediately tried his best to lower his voice and drink freely, and the sound of wine glasses and dishes came and went one after another to celebrate this happy day.