Kunlun Mountain.

Zhuwu Lianzhuang.

laugh!

The sharp blade entered the body, and the sound of friction between metal and flesh was almost inaudible in this chaotic place. Only the blood dripping continuously along the tip of the sword, dyeing the clothes and the ground red, was so shaking that it made people's heads tremble.

Dizzy.

"you!"

The hunched-over middle-aged man in Jin Yi turned his head with great effort, staring intently at the person who stood behind him and struck him with the fatal sword.

That is his most beloved disciple in the villa.

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

The middle-aged man choked on a mouthful of blood again, with endless doubts on his face.

He doesn't understand.

As my most beloved disciple, why would I think that the next generation master of the villa would do something that could not be achieved by killing a master? Especially when Yuan Bing appeared on the mountain and the sect was in crisis.

Could it be!!!

He is a traitor!

Rebellion against race and surname!

As if he had thought of something, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and was about to say something. The young man suddenly stretched out his right hand and covered his master's mouth tightly, choking out the words he wanted to say.

I held it back.

at the same time.

The young man approached the other person, leaned his head gently against the other person's ear, and muttered: "Master, you can't blame me!"

"It's because you didn't listen to your disciples' advice and couldn't recognize the reality that you brought disaster to the masters."

"I told the master before that as long as you hand over the sword of 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 my disciple to be a human being!"

"You are hurting me!"

"Brothers and sisters among the harming masters."

"Especially for hurting me and my junior sister."

When he said this, the young man's eyes fell into the distance, where the fire was flickering, accompanied by endless green smoke, and the sounds of killing, roaring, and crying resounded throughout the mountain.

He knew that the little princess's army was going up the mountain to attack the villa.

Going up the mountain means that the other party does not have full patience.

He must do something worthy of the little princess's appreciation.

Very simple.

As long as the sect presents the Sect-Suppressing Sword, it will bring glory and wealth, it's that simple.

But the problem is...

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

It wasn't until his master rolled his eyes and lost his breath that he panted loudly and sat down on the ground.

It took quite a while.

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

At the foot of the mountain.

The little princess Zhao Min looked at the flickering fire on the mountain with an expressionless face. There were faint sounds of crying in her ears. Zhao Min was not surprised by these sounds. As a member of the Golden Family, the little princess knew these golds very well.

What kind of character do soldiers have?

burn!

kill!

Disaster!

Plunder!

When they get excited and crazy, they will also turn on the massacre mode.

Look up to the sky.

Under the silver moonlight, countless resentments seemed to be exuding.

"Hmm~~~"

With a soft groan, the little princess felt her body tremble and received a strange stimulation. She felt that the sword intent in her body was excited and trembling, and her skin also began to change.

Open your eyes.

It's that resentment.

The little princess Zhao Min is very sure.

The sword intention in her body was absorbing this overwhelming resentment, but she also felt the dissatisfaction emanating from the sword intention. The mere hatred on the mountain top was really not enough for the Twelve Xuanyin Swords. It wanted to return to its heyday.

Far from enough.

"..."

"not enough!"

"Not enough!"

The soldiers around her seemed to feel this terrifying and cold atmosphere, and they had already stayed far away.

Only Kudutuo, who was carrying a sword on his back, stood behind her unharmed.

So where is the resentment most sufficient?

In Zhao Min's mind, the idea of ​​exploring could not help but arise.

battlefield?

still!!!

Just when the little princess was thinking alone, she did not realize that the air three feet above her head had already undergone distorted changes. The cold wind blew by, and along with the remaining shouts of death, Zhao Min's hair was blown away by the wind.

stand up.

Hair rises.

Faintly, a strange human face coiled up above.

The corners of the mouth are raised.

His face was full of evil.

In the silent roar, the human face made of hair opened its mouth and roared, uttering an inaudible word.

"A living person!"

"A living person!"

"A living person!"

After the silent roar, the hair could no longer maintain its shape and fell down in a normal state.

Zhao Min didn't know this scene at all.

She only knew that her hair seemed to be blown by the wind, that's all.

Only Kutoutuo, who was standing behind, slowly raised his head, a trace of struggle flashing in his blank eyes, and then returned to indifference.

At this moment, the little princess Zhao Min suddenly looked forward.

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

The person who came was none other than the martial artist she had sent back to retrieve the sword.

"The villain Wei Bi has met the princess!"

Come forward, bend down, and kneel down.

There was no trace of integrity on the young man Wei Bi's body, and there was endless flattery on his face that was so handsome that he could deceive a beautiful girl.

"Weibi...right?"

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

With a flick of his jade fingers, there was a sound of weapons clashing between his nails, which made Weibi, who was kneeling there, tremble all over, and cold sweat wet his back in an instant.

Zhao Min was very dissatisfied.

The original arrangement was not like this.

In the end, she actually needed to send troops. Fortunately, she convinced her father this time, otherwise...

If the other party doesn't give a satisfactory answer, then this idiot named Weibi will no longer exist.
To be continued...