Chapter 214: The Killer Organization

The middle-aged man's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he knew what was going on behind him before he turned around. Mu Hao, is that half-step Yuanying disciple If it is a sneak attack of the Transformation God Realm, he may have to be afraid of a few points, but the half-step Yuanying, the middle-aged man immediately sneered. However, the habits he developed in his killer career still made him not careless.

I saw that his face was solemn, his long sword was slightly drawn, bringing up a heavy sword shadow, and the terrible sound of the sword roared like a tiger, and endless sword qi surged up. In an instant, the middle-aged man's surroundings were filled with extremely powerful sword qi, and once Mu Hao approached, these sword qi would immediately pierce through the hole.

"Woooooo Mu Hao's dark eyes suddenly burst out with endless murderous intent, and a touch of fierceness slowly rose up on his cheeks. At this moment, his entire body seemed to be transformed into an incomparably sharp sword, and his momentum was no less than that of a monk in the Transformation Stage.

"There is nothing in this world that can stop this sword, even if it is the vast sea of clouds, or the floating clouds in the world, it will eventually disperse under this sword!", Mu Hao held the sword slightly, the sword fingers clasped the hilt of the sword, slowly raised, and took out the sword.

"Killing Sword Ninth Style!"

"Huh!", under the pressure that was enough to make the body and soul tremble, Mu Hao took out his sword and sent out a stunningly brilliant sword, which was so bright that the sunlight lost its mottled sword, and collided with the sword qi that seemed to be a monstrous wave, and suddenly roared angrily. With the most hearty posture, the sword blade tore out a crack before the torrent of sword qi and slammed into the middle-aged man's back.

"Poof!", scarlet blood splattered, and suddenly revealed a shocking wound on the middle-aged man's back.

"Click!", an extremely crisp sound of bone shattering sounded in the middle-aged man's body, and the middle-aged man's body, the terrifying aura like a mountain rising up, collapsed at this moment.

This sword seemed ethereal, but the middle-aged man had a feeling of being rampaged by thousands of troops, and his body instantly fell forward. Mu Hao's figure followed closely like a ghost, and at the moment when the middle-aged man fell to the ground, the sword in his hand did not stagnate at all, and it fell with the momentum of splitting mountains and breaking mountains.

The blade carried an incomparably sharp sword aura, and half of the sword body instantly pierced the middle-aged man's back, and even submerged into the ground before stopping. Hot and scarlet blood splattered and splashed on Mu Hao's fair face and spotless clothes. Mu Hao drew his sword again and stabbed violently, until Mu Hao sensed that he had no more vitality through the Yuan Shen, and then stopped attacking.

Close at hand, Qingluo and Liu Yan looked at this somewhat emaciated figure, the sword fell in mid-air, stunned, as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime. Quickly drawing his sword, Mu Hao glanced at Qingluo and Liu Yan lightly, and quickly rushed towards the surviving man in black again. Qingluo and Liu Yan stared at Mu Hao's back with beautiful eyes, and there was still stunned and shock on their slender faces.

Seeing Mu Hao carrying a bleeding sword and walking step by step, the man in black was about to go crazy. Today's scene is really unacceptable, an immortal cultivator with a blood blade double sword brand actually died in the hands of a half-step Yuan Infant monk. Although it was a sneak attack, coupled with the containment of Qing Luo and Liu Yan, two sixth-layer masters of the Transformation Gods, the previous sword made people dare not ignore this emaciated figure in a blue robe.

Mu Hao's blood-stained face became more demonic in their eyes, Mu Hao looked at the man in black with a little coldness, and said lightly: "Kill!"

"Kill!", in the dead silence of the forest, the sword qi surged again. Yang Xiu and the others were all like rainbows, like wolves and tigers, and swooped towards the man in black. Qingluo and Liu Yan spared no effort to join the battle, crushing everything with the strength of the sixth layer of the gods. Mu Hao stood motionless, no one noticed, and a smile of relief had already set off at the corner of his mouth.

"The sixth layer of the gods!", this is definitely like a mountain-like existence for Mu Hao, who is a half-step primordial infant. Mu Hao knew that if he really faced that middle-aged man, even if he had good attainments in footwork, he would not be able to dodge his several swords, and the terrifying sword qi was enough to tear himself apart.

This is the difference between a half-step Yuan Infant Monk and a Divine Transformation Realm Monk, Mu Hao quietly observed the two sides of the fight, Mu Hao was convinced of a truth in his previous life, there must be a teacher in the threesome. Everyone has their own opinion on everything. Just like in the previous life, I took the same historical problem and asked others, they all have their own ideas and deductions, even if they are wrong, there are merits.

At this moment, Mu Hao is like a seeker of knowledge, his eyes have not blinked, and with a critical eye, he looks at the experience of the enemy on both sides. However, once someone in black is panting and about to die, Mu Hao always takes the lead and kills it, making up for the deadly sword. The dangerous consequences of any temporary counterattack by a monk are incomparably huge, let alone a monk in the Transformation Period. And Yang Xiu and the others saw that after Mu Hao killed someone, there was always an inexplicable smile on his face, and a chill spread in their hearts.

He is just a teenager, no matter how cruel the laws of survival in this world are, it is rare for anyone to kill people so lightly. The shadows of the trees swayed, and Mu Hao stood in the dappled sunlight. At this moment, Mu Hao's figure is still thin, but in the eyes of Qingluo, Liu Yan, Yang Xiu and others, it is like a sharp sword.

Mu Hao closed his eyes slightly, his thin lips pursed out, and a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes, peaceful and peaceful. Mu Hao stood in the sunlight like a gentle and elegant scholar in the academy. Yang Xiu and others were busy cleaning up the scene. The choking smell of blood permeated the forest sea, and in a few moments, countless demon beasts would be attracted.

Qingluo stood in the cool autumn breeze, her slender willow eyebrows were still frowning, and her long skirt as white as snow was stained with a little blood, but she couldn't hide her graceful body and slender **.

"The Blood Blade will definitely not give up so easily, which direction are we going to run in next?", the corners of Yang Xiu's mouth were bleeding, and his whole face looked a little pale, and he kicked these cold corpses fiercely. "Where can we run, the location we have chosen is the most hidden, and the blood blades are ambushed here!", a disciple of the Chi Mi Luo Palace said discouragedly, and there was a narrow sword mark on his back, which was shocking.

Looking at the high-spirited disciples of the two palaces in the past, each of them lost their previous proportions. Qingluo and Liu Yan, the willow eyebrows are wrinkled deeper, and the delicate and delicate face outlines a touch of tiredness. The beautiful eyes turned slightly, and Liu Yan's gaze as clear as autumn water slowly fell on Mu Hao's body.

The shredded sunlight fell on this handsome face. From beginning to end, this face maintained the calm of Gujing without waves. Even in the face of those dangers that seemed to them to be terrifying, the former maintained an excessively calm calm. Liu Yan stared at this side face slightly, with the temperament of a young man, as if there was nothing in the world that could move him.

As if noticing Liu Yan's gaze, Mu Hao slowly opened his eyes, turned around slightly, and met his autumn-like eyes, "Something?" The two eyes met in mid-air, like dead leaves falling on the calm surface of a lake, setting off ripples, and layers of ripples slowly rippled.

"Do you have any suggestions for the next action?", Bei Yan said with a smile. After experiencing the previous scene, whether it was Liu Yan or the disciples of the two palaces present, they no longer dared to underestimate Mu Hao. Because everyone knows that under that calm face, there is a dangerous beast hidden.

"Suggestions?", hearing this, Mu Hao's expression was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Liu Yan to ask himself this question, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the endless forest sea from afar, and only said after half a sound: "Just wait here!"

"Sitting here and waiting to die?", Yang Xiu said in surprise. "Even if there are no other Immortal Cultivators with blood blades around, as far as the smell of blood here is concerned, the demon beasts will swarm in a few moments," a Red Void Palace disciple also frowned slightly.

"I won't wait too long!", Qingluo, who was silent on the side, said softly. Meimu looked at the dead mountain forest slightly, and nodded slightly: "Great Elder, the battle between them and those eight people is over!"

"It's over?", Yang Xiujian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed on his handsome face, even if they had fled this time, they still had a suppressed feeling of suffocation in their hearts. This feeling of suffocation comes from the breath of Nandou and the others, and at this moment this feeling of suffocation is gone, that is, the battle is over. Both sides have reined in their own breath, but who wins and who loses?

If Nandou and the others were unfortunately killed, then they were destined to die today. Many disciples of the two palaces looked uncertain, but they all glanced at Mu Hao with great tacit understanding. They didn't think of this, but Mu Hao thought of it first, so agile and observant.

Mu Hao was like a bystander, his face was calm, and his deep gaze swept over these corpses coldly. These are killers, whether it is the previous life-threatening attack method or words, Mu Hao can guess it. It's just that Mu Hao didn't expect that there would be forces in the central realm and dare to make a black hand against the Red Void Palace. Although this assassination was not aimed at himself, Mu Hao was still moved by a chill, and raised his eyes to look at Qingluo: "What is the blood blade?"

"Blood Blade!", Qingluo's stretched thrush furrowed again, as if it was a name she didn't want to mention. A trace of anger and murderous intent flashed in Yang Xiu's narrow eyes, "A group of rats living in the sun, but they dare to dominate the entire immortal cultivation world openly!"

"An organization, a killer organization, the number one killer organization in the Seven Realms!", Liu Yan's weak voice rarely carried a little coldness: "There is a saying in the immortal cultivation world, as long as someone offers a sky-high reward, the killer of the blood blade will dare to assassinate the helmsman of the major forces unscrupulously!"

"Killer organization, the number one killer organization in the Seven Realms!", Mu Hao was immediately a little relieved, it seems that the position of the forces of these two palaces in the central realm is not as solid as it seems, at least there are some forces that are ready to move, and dare to challenge his authority.

"The Blood Blade was founded thirty years ago, and I heard that most of the killers in this organization are composed of abandoned sons of some families in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, as well as some disciples who have been humiliated in the major forces in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and after they rebelled out of the major forces in anger, they joined this organization, and they are present in the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm!"

"After more than 20 years of development, the strength of this blood blade can vaguely compete with the old forces in the cultivation realm!", speaking of this, Liu Yan's bright eyes darkened in vain: "There are countless disciples in the two palaces who have died at the hands of the killer of the blood blade!"

Mu Hao smiled slightly regretfully, kicking the corpse under his feet, "The disciples of the major forces who have been humiliated in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, it's a pity, if I hadn't used the sword before, maybe I could still join this blood blade!" Looking at the regretful smile on Mu Hao's face, Liu Yan raised the corners of her eyes slightly, Rao is her temperament, and she also had the urge to slap this face hard.