Kunlun Mountain.

Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang.

Laugh at!

The sound of metal rubbing against flesh was inaudible in this chaotic place, but the blood that kept dripping along the tip of the sword, staining the placket and the ground red, was so dizzying.

"You!"

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes with a stiff waist turned his head laboriously, staring at the person who was standing behind him and giving himself this deadly sword.

He was his favorite disciple in the villa.

At this time, the young disciple's face was pale, his pupils were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and clenched the long sword in his hand.

After the middle-aged man choked on a mouthful of blood again, his face was full of doubts.

He didn't understand.

As his most beloved apprentice, why would the next generation of the owner of the villa in his heart do something that the next generation of the killer could not do? Especially when the Yuan soldiers appeared on the mountain and the sect was in crisis.

Don't!!!

He's a traitor!

Traitor!

As if thinking of something, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, and when he was about to say something, the young man had already stretched out his right hand and covered his master's mouth violently, holding back the words he wanted to speak.

Meantime.

The young man approached the other party, rested his head lightly on the other's ear, and muttered, "Master, you can't blame me for this!" ”

"It's because you don't listen to the advice of your apprentices and can't recognize the reality clearly, which will bring disaster to the teachers."

"I told the master before that as long as you hand over the sword of the town faction in the villa to the other party, you can bring endless glory and wealth to the villa, but you are so ignorant of current affairs, which makes it difficult for the apprentice to be a man!"

"You're hurting me!"

"Brothers and sisters among the victims."

"Especially if it hurt me and my sister."

As he spoke, the young man's gaze fell into the distance, where the flickering light of the fire was accompanied by endless green smoke, and the shouts of killing, roaring, and crying resounded through the mountains.

He knew that the army of the little lord was going up the mountain and attacking the villa.

Going up the mountain means that the other party is not full of patience.

He had to do something worthy of the little lord's appreciation.

Very simple.

As long as the sect offers the sword of the town faction, it can bring glory and wealth, it's as simple as that.

But the question is......

There are countless reasons in my heart, countless enlightenments for myself.

It wasn't until his master rolled his eyes and didn't have any breath that he sat on the ground with a loud gasp.

It's been a long time.

Only then did his gaze fall on the long sword tied to the corpse's waist, and his pale expression became richer.

Yamashita.

The little county lord Zhao Min looked at the flickering fires on the mountain expressionlessly, and there were faint bursts of cries in his ears, and Zhao Min was not surprised by these sounds. As a member of the Golden Family, the little county lord knew very well what kind of virtue these golden warriors had.

Burn!

Kill!

Disaster!

Rob!

When the excitement is crazy, they will also turn on the slaughter mode.

Look up at the sky.

Under the silver moonlight, it seemed to exude countless resentments.

"Hmm~~~"

With a soft groan, the little county lord only felt that his body was trembling, and he was stimulated by a strange feeling. She could feel the sword intent in her body excited, trembling, and even her skin began to change.

Open.

It's that resentment.

Zhao Min, the little county lord, was very sure.

The sword intent in her body was absorbing this pervasive resentment, but she also felt the dissatisfaction emanating from that sword intent, the hatred on the mountain at the moment was really not enough for the Xuanyin Twelve Swords, and it was far from enough to recover to its heyday.

“……”

"Not enough!"

"It's not enough!"

The soldiers around her seemed to feel this terrifying and intimidating cold aura, and they had long been far away.

Only Ku Tu, who was carrying the sword frame, stood behind her unharmed.

So where is the resentment most sufficient?

In his mind, Zhao Min couldn't help but have such an idea of exploration.

Battlefield?

Still is!!!

While the little county lord was thinking alone, she didn't notice that the air three feet above her head had already distorted. The cold wind blew, and with the residual shouting and killing, Zhao Min's hair was blown up by the wind.

Hair uplifts.

Faintly, it coiled into a peculiar human face above.

The corners of the mouth are slanted.

The face is full of evil.

In a silent roar, the haired human face opened its mouth and roared, uttering an inaudible word.

"Living!"

"Living!"

"Living!"

After the silent roar, the hair could no longer hold its shape, and fell out as usual.

Zhao Min didn't know about this scene at all.

All she knew was that her hair seemed to have been blown by the wind, and that was it.

Only Kutoutuo, who was standing behind, slowly raised his head, his blank eyes flashed with a hint of struggle, and then he returned to indifference.

At this moment, the eyes of the little county lord Zhao Min suddenly looked ahead.

At the intersection, led by a group of soldiers, a young man approached with a sword in his arms.

The person who came was the Jianghu Junjie who was sent back by her to get the sword before.

"The villain Weibi has seen the county lord!"

Step forward, bend down, and bow down.

The young man Wei Bi's body did not see the slightest temperament, and there was endless flattery flowing on the face of the handsome enough to deceive the beautiful girl.

"Guard...... Right? ”

"The current situation is different from what you promised before!"

With a flick of the jade finger, the sound of weapons clashing between the nails popped out, which made Wei Bi, who was kneeling there, tremble, and cold sweat wet his back in an instant.

Zhao Min was very dissatisfied.

That's not how it was originally arranged.

In the end, she actually needed to send troops, and fortunately this time she persuaded her father, otherwise......

If the other party does not give a satisfactory answer, then this straw bag named Weibi does not need to exist.

As for the male color?

Hum!

How many handsome men has she seen Zhao Min?

There is a whole lot of such waste in the Mongolian royal family.

"Please spare your life!"

"The villain is willing to atone for his sins!"

Wei Bi was frightened by these words, and he only felt that the cold breath above his head was bursting, and his lower abdomen was swollen, and he was just a little lamb in the mouth of a tiger. But in order to save his life, and even want to go closer, Wei Bi revealed a secret that really surprised Zhao Min.

"Have you ever heard of the One Yang Finger and the Six Veins Divine Sword?"

Meanwhile.

Sichuan.

Leshan Giant Buddha.

Lingyun Grottoes.

In the empty grotto, there is not the slightest chill in this winter season.

On the contrary, there is a burst of heat here.

At this time, it is also a good treat to get some side dishes, drink some wine, and eat some fiery red vermilion as a dessert.

At this time, the two middle-aged men who were sitting on the stone table drinking freely were suddenly stunned, and a very indescribable sense of palpitation and panic spread throughout their bodies in an instant.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, and a middle-aged man with bundled hair stood up sharply with a red long sword in his hand, staring at the direction of the deepest part of the grotto.

How could it be!!

Has the beast woken up?