Zhong Xuan was in high spirits for a while, and his face was bright, and when he saw several people in the camp galloping out on horseback, each with a cloak, he shouted: "Where to run!" The long sword waved, and the sword qi was like a storm, sweeping across the valley, and the people who were beheaded were turned on their backs.

He leaped forward, and in an instant he chased after him, and when he saw that one of them was Sirigi, he lifted him up and said, "Traitor, borrow your head!"

Sirigi shouted: "I am not sorry to die, but I beg the hero to release my wife and children!"

Zhong Xuan looked to the side, and saw a young woman lying on the ground, drenched in blood, no longer alive, when he died under his sword qi, he smiled and said: "You have committed a lot of crimes, affecting your family, what are you pretending to say?"

Only then did Siriji realize this tragedy, and he couldn't cry for a moment. When the officers and men of the battalion saw that the lord had been captured, they lost their morale and did not dare to resist, so they surrendered one after another.

When Li Shuxiu, Red Fly, Li Ruolan and others saw the corpses of Xiliji's wife and children, they couldn't bear it, and secretly thought: "Bullying people without martial arts is not a chivalrous act. My hidden sword mound is reused by the imperial court, and it is inevitable that I will do more in the future. I can't help but feel helpless, and I have the heart to stop.

Zhong Xuan grabbed Siriji, came to Findel majestically, and said, "Senior Brother Findel, do you still want to fight with me for this battle?"

Findel's face was ugly, and he said, "Yes, you have done a great job, and you will be rewarded greatly when you go back." But we are one and the same person, so why should we be so clear?"

Zhong Xuan straightened up, stared at Findel, his gaze was aggressive, and he said: "The master of the door is the one who can live in it." Master has a spirit in the sky, favors me, and teaches me to learn my true arts, can't you see it?" After this battle, he was shocked to find that his martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, and it seemed to be reborn, and he could no longer suppress the desire to control, nor did he hide it, and said it casually.

Fendel's heart was shocked when he heard him bring up the old things again, and he looked around blankly, but he didn't see any flies, and said angrily: "What did you swear at the beginning? Now that you are treacherous, do you want to be a villain who does not believe in your word?"

Zhong Xuan shouted: "The oath is true, but the situation has changed, how can you abide by the old rules? When the master was alive, he was not the master of the door, but his words were like a mountain, and no one dared to disobey them." For our Tibetan Sword Mound, Master Dugu is a god and a sect master, just as Mingzun is to Mingjiao, and Buddha is to the Buddha, with my current kung fu, I am about to succeed to the name of this sword demon, stand above the master, and lead everyone to the world, and promote the prestige of hundreds of generations. ”

Findel took a step back and rebuked, "What nonsense are you talking about? Our hidden sword mound is not a religion, how can we worship any gods? You are so rampant, do you want everyone to worship you?"

Zhong Xuan drew his sword and slashed at the ground, and with a bang, stone chips flew all over the ground, and a deep ditch was cut on the ground, and said: "Why can't this be?" Li Shuxiu thought to himself: "Could it be that he hid it in the past? Why did he suddenly double his strength? Now he is far superior to me." ”

Although Findel hated itchy, the hero didn't take the immediate loss, and said vaguely: "What you said is true, but this is not the place for discussion, let's go back first." ”

Zhong Xuan held the Rong Soul Sword in his hand, only to feel that the true qi between the meridians was infinite, and he was no longer afraid of flies, laughed, and nodded: "Earlier, later, I don't have to care, justice is at ease in the hearts of the people." He looked at Li Shuxiu again, looking eager, smiling silently.

Li Shuxiu hated this person from the bottom of his heart, but thought: "Master entrusted him with kung fu, or he really has high hopes for him." Taking into account the overall situation, there is only patience for now. He stopped looking at him, caught up with Li Ruolan, and said, "Sister Ruolan, let's go first." ”

Li Ruolan said in a low voice: "This person wants to be powerful, let's join forces, can we defeat him?"

Li Shuxiu said: "If I really fight for my life, plus you and the red fly help me, I may not lose to this person." But in this way, my hidden sword mound will fall apart, and it will be difficult to recover again. As long as he doesn't behave properly, let's let him go. ”

Seeing the victory, the rest of the soldiers admired Zhong Xuan very much, so they tied up the prisoners and set off on the road.

At this time, the night was thick, the desert was dark, and the stars and moon shone faintly, like a blue curtain.

Seeing that Prince Nasiliji was grief-stricken, Red Fly sympathized with him and said, "Siriji, your plan is too big, so naturally you should think of such an end." We can only persuade you to take off sweat and not torture you, and give you a happy death. ”

Sirigi cried: "I have mistaken the traitors, and they have stationed troops here, and they promised to protect me, but they escaped from the battle. ”

Red Fly wondered, "Who are those deserters?"

Siriji said: "They are also from the Central Plains, and when I was passing through here on my flight a few days ago, when I met them, they placed me in the valley. They seem to be the Divine Sword Sect."

Red Fly's expression changed drastically, and he said loudly, "It was the Divine Sword Sect that asked you to hide in the valley?"

Li Shuxiu asked solemnly: "How many of them are there, where are they now?" The Tibetan Sword Tomb and the Divine Sword Sect have been feuding for generations, and the fight is fierce, although Li Shuxiu does not want to make trouble, but when he heard that there is a lot of strange things here, he is immediately vigilant and uneasy.

Sirigi said: "There are about 40 people, but tonight they are gone. ”

Zhong Xuan sneered: "How can I be the enemy of the army of the hidden sword mound? They must have been afraid of us, and they fled with their tails between their legs. ”

Suddenly, I heard someone on the mountain say loudly: "The Tibetan Sword Tomb boasts a lot, and it is quite impressive." ”

Everyone was astonished, and looked up, and saw many figures on the low hill, slowly walking down the hillside, all dressed as shepherds, except for the first two, the rest were extremely tall, to say the least nine feet.

Li Shuxiu, Red Fly, and Li Ruolan remembered the situation back then, and felt slightly flustered, but then calmed down as usual, Li Ruolan thought: "At that time, those two tall men had reached the peak of martial arts, and they were slightly better than me, but how could these many people in front of them have such martial arts? It must be that the Divine Sword Sect came to pretend to be a ghost." ”

The two of them were leaving the sword and forcing the rain, Zhong Xuance stepped forward immediately, and the swordsmen such as the hidden sword mound followed, and the army held shields and spears, waiting for the battle.

Zhong Xuan shouted: "You don't know whether you are dead or alive, but you dare to appear in front of us?"

Lijian smiled and said, "I heard that you are looking for Prince Siriji again, and it is we who have brought you here." If you go straight into the town and break into the Tartar camp, you may be able to escape in the chaos. At present, the yellow sand is 100 miles, and it is clear at a glance, and there will be fewer fish that have slipped through the net. ”

Li Ruolan thought secretly: "It turns out that the person who reported the news was instructed by you?"

Zhong Xu, Findel and the others laughed one after another, and Zhong Xuan said: "You are not small and arrogant, don't you know that my hidden sword mound is now full of talents, and dragons and tigers are gathered? It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

Lijian asked: "I heard that the hidden sword mound has worked hard for the Tartars all these years, and has a very bad reputation, among which there is a lewd stick named Zhong Xu, who is the most evil and lustful, look at your white-skinned and laughing appearance, presumably you are Zhong Xu?"

Zhong Xuchu got supernatural powers, and it was when he was full of anger, when he heard the words, he was furious, and said: "I heard that there is an old monster in the Divine Sword Sect, named Lijian, the old man is immortal, and he is the one who picks yin and supplements yang, could it be you?"

Lijian was not angry, and said: "I am Lijian, but I don't know the technique of collecting yin and supplementing yang. Your Excellency is notorious, and you must know a lot about it, so why don't you give it a demonstration?"

Zhong Xuan turned over and dismounted, drew his sword and walked forward, walked in front of the two people, and said, "I will teach Your Excellency how to move." ”

Lijian shook his head and said, "How can I be as knowledgeable as you when I am away from the sword?" ”

Forcing the rain to greet him, standing in front of Zhong Xu, Junxiu's face was faintly shining with blood, Li Shuxiu couldn't help but say: "Brother Forced Rain, the master didn't take away a thousand bloods back then, spared your life, and was kind to you, why do you want to be our enemy?"

Qi Yu grinned and said: "Everyone is a sword of killing, killing the Tibetan Sword Shrine is killing, killing the Tartar villain is killing, killing the common people is killing, why do you ask so much?"

Li Shuxiu thought gloomily: "Is he lost his soul by a thousand bloods? Why did he become so cruel?" She knew very well that even if he had worked hard for more than two years, he was by no means Zhong Xu's opponent at this moment, and she didn't know what to do in her heart. But after all, she is the person who hides the sword mound, although she hates Zhong Xu, she can't help but hope that he will win and recapture the Thousand Blood Sword, just hoping that the rain will not die.

Zhong Xuan thought to himself: "Let's see how many moves I will kill this person and destroy the Divine Sword Sect in one fell swoop." Master's unfinished work back then was achieved in my hands. Thinking of this, the desire was incomparable, and the Rong Soul Sword swept out, and the sword qi was great, like a dark wind, and it had used all its strength in one move.

Forcing the rain to cut out a sword qi, the qi was like a mist, and it collided with Zhong Xu's energy, but it didn't fall into the wind. Everyone was shocked by the wind and was quite uncomfortable, and they involuntarily covered it with their hands. Zhong Xuan was taken aback: "The power of this Thousand Blood Sword is not small. He suddenly rushed forward, slowly moving his long sword, and his true qi spread out, and the power was like a siege stone. Dodge in the rain, the sword is like rain, and the body is like the wind, avoiding this wide-covered horse chopping swordsmanship, which is easy and effortless.

Zhong Xuan mustered up his internal strength, and within two zhang of his side, the sword qi went back and forth, turning into an air mass, rushing forward and slashing, and the power was terrifying. But no matter how dense his sword qi was, he could easily take it when he forced the rain, and his internal strength was even higher than Zhong Xu's, but he only intended to watch Zhong Xu's attainments, so he kept his hands out.

After fighting a hundred moves, Zhong Xuan became cautious from madness, from cautious to frightened, from frightened to afraid, from fear to chaos, and comforted himself: "This person must have a kung fu to defend the palace, so he can stop my sword qi." Li Shuxiu and the others were also shocked, and secretly thought: "This Zhong Xuan martial arts is the first in the sect, and he has obtained the true inheritance of the Sword Demon Master, why can't he beat this forced rain?"

Qi Yu suddenly laughed and said, "But that's it!" The figure flashed, falling in the distance, the Thousand Blood Sword pierced into his body, and with a bang, blood burst out, forming a pair of blood-colored wings behind him, and Qi Yu floated in the air, smiling and cruel in his eyes.

Zhong Xu's scalp was numb, and he shouted, "What kind of demon method are you?"

The rain did not answer, and suddenly fell from the sky, the red sword was like a whirlwind, and the blood turned into a rain of arrows. (To be continued.) )