The four of them, Xue Wuhen, had been traveling all the way. After two days of long journey, a big mountain lay in front of them, like a natural chasm, blocking the galloping horses.
This mountain is majestic and majestic, with rugged rocks and extremely steep rocks. Looking from the bottom up, you can only see clouds covering the fog and towering ancient trees. You can't see the top of the mountain, and you don't know how high it is?
However, there is no doubt that this mountain is the residence of the Demon Sword Sect—Tiandao Peak!
Because, through the hazy clouds, above the clouds, you can vaguely see a stone peak rising from the ground. The stone walls of the mountain peak are crystal clear and white. Under the sunlight, they flash with brilliance and brilliance. , like a heavenly sword standing in the sky, its sharp edge is revealed, shocking the past and the present, giving people a strong shock and shocking people!
"Alas!"
Xue Wuhen, dressed elegantly in white, dismounted from her horse, looked up at the mountain, and sighed: "What a big mountain!"
Jiang Yueqin raised her swan-like pink neck, her beautiful eyes were like pictures, looking up at the snow-white stone peaks in the clouds, and whispered: "Wow, that stone peak is as sharp as a knife, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, like a sword from heaven. Luo Xinghe, what a big spirit!”
"It doesn't matter whether it's a big mountain or a heavenly sword. Let's rush up the mountain, kill him, and level the Demon Sword Gate!" Zhang Feide shouted loudly, dismounted from his horse, picked up the eight-foot-long snake spear, and rushed up the mountain like a storm. Go for it!
"Third brother, don't be reckless!"
Seeing Zhang Feide rushing in recklessly and worrying that he was ambushed, Xue Wuhen screamed unconsciously.
"blow!"
at this time!
There was only a sharp whistling sound, and a flash of cold light rushed out. It was a dark iron scimitar, as if flying from the sky!
"ah?"
Zhang Feide raised the eight-foot-long snake spear to block it. There was a clang, sparks flew everywhere, and the scimitar was knocked out. However, after hovering in the air for a few times, it flew back with a roar, heading towards Zhang Feide's Cut off the head!
"Ah ha, such a weird flying knife? It's evil!"
Zhang Feide was shocked and did not dare to touch the black iron scimitar with the Zhangba snake spear again, because he found that the Zhangba snake spear was actually cut with a thin mark by the black iron scimitar. He was afraid that the black iron scimitar would cut the Zhangba snake spear. The snake spear was cut off, so he jumped and dodged like a dog to avoid it.
However, although he avoided the fatal blow of the black iron scimitar, there were vines in the mountains. Zhang Feide's foot was entangled by an old vine. He stumbled and fell into a dog's excrement. He ate a mouthful of old mud and was furious. His eyes widened and he screamed.
"blow!"
But at this time, a cold light flashed, illuminating the green mountain, and another scimitar shot out quickly, like a blade of the netherworld, directly taking Zhang Feide's head from his neck!
"beat!"
Xue Wuhen shouted loudly, like a spring thunder shaking the sky, an ice and snow palm print roared out, crashing into the sudden black iron scimitar.
Suddenly, a bloody brilliance bloomed. The brilliance reached the sky, as if it wanted to cut through the sky. Xue Wuhen rose into the sky, holding the seven-star blood-drinking sword and slashed towards the dense forest!
"Crack!"
A towering tree with several people hugging it split open from the middle and fell with a rumble. In an instant, branches and leaves flew across the sky, stirring up tons of dust. The disciples of the Demon Sword Sect who were hiding behind the big tree had no way to hide, and they could only see him panicking. He exclaimed: "Wow, what a sharp sword!"
Before he finished speaking, the body of the Demon Sword Sect disciple cracked open and split into two!
And his eyes were still staring at the long sword in Xue Wuhen's hand. It was a bloody long sword with seven beads inlaid on it, like seven stars, shining with a deserted brilliance.
This is the Seven-Star Blood-Drinking Sword!
The seven-star blood-drinking sword will drink blood when the sword comes out!
A strange thing happened. After killing the Demon Sword Sect disciple, the Seven-Star Blood-Drinking Sword seemed to have a strange magical power. It actually sucked the blood that splashed out and poured it into the Seven-Star Blood-Drinking Sword. , like a small river, swirling among the seven stars, then disappearing in an instant!
After drinking blood, the seven beads on the long sword become even more dazzling, like blood-colored stars, glowing with blood-colored brilliance, strange and beautiful, mysterious and confusing.
The aura coming out of the Seven-Star Blood-Drinking Sword is also stronger. There is a vague evil aura coming towards you. It seems that there are many evil ghosts lurking in the Seven-Star Blood-Drinking Sword!
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a bloody brilliance bloomed in the sky, as if it wanted to cut through the vast earth, flatten the Heavenly Sword Peak, and level the Demon Sword Gate!
This scene was shocking, but Guan, Zhang Qin'er and the others did not show any surprise and just ignored it indifferently.
Because they have seen many such things. Along the way, they have seen the Demon Sword Sect disciples killing innocent people indiscriminately, Xue Wuhen attacking without mercy, drinking blood with swords, and they are no longer surprised.
After killing the Demon Sword Sect disciple, Xue Wuhen took the lead and walked towards the mountain.
When we arrived at Tiandao Peak, we had already stepped into the territory of the Demon Sword Sect. There were numerous outposts and hidden sentries. We could encounter people from the Demon Sword Sect at any time, be attacked by a sneak attack at any time, or fall into a trap set by the enemy, so Xuewu and the others were extremely vigilant, watching all directions and listening in all directions, and moved forward cautiously.
With the previous lesson, Zhang Feide did not dare to rush forward rashly. He followed Xue Wuhen obediently, his big eyes turning, searching for the dense branches and leaves to see if there was anything there. The people from the Demon Sword Sect ambushed.
When I arrived at the Yanyu Pavilion with its eaves soaring into the sky, I looked around and saw cliffs on the left. The cliffs towered into the clouds. I couldn't see the end at a glance, and I didn't know how many tens of thousands of feet there were?
And on the cliff, in the clouds and mist, a thick iron chain hangs from the top of the mountain and falls in front of the Yanyu Pavilion. It is like a long rope dropped from the sky, allowing people to climb directly to the Jiutian Palace.
Xue Wuhen expected that as long as he grabbed the iron chain and climbed up, he could reach the top of the mountain and reach the main altar of the Demon Sword Sect. This is the fastest method, but it is also the most dangerous, because if you are attacked halfway up and cannot avoid it, you will be knocked off the cliff and die without a burial place!
The way up the mountain on the left didn't work, so I looked to the right of Yanyu Pavilion, and what appeared in front of me was another scene:
I saw a winding mountain road, winding up, like a long dragon, rushing towards the top of the mountain and disappearing into the mist.
The old trees on the roadside are towering, flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, and fallen flowers are in colorful colors. It is a peaceful scene. It has nothing to do with the scary words like the Demon Sword Sect. There should not be a group of murderous demons living on the mountain. It should be a place of self-cultivation for mountain hermits.
And beside the road, there is actually a wooden sign with the words "Mountain Road Eighteen Bends" written on it.
"Huh? Eighteen bends on the mountain road?"
An interesting smile appeared on the corner of Xue Wuhen's mouth, and Jiang Yueqin also laughed and said: "Ha, the mountain road has eighteen bends? How come hearing this name makes people have the urge to sing folk songs?"
In order to ease the high tension, Xue Wuhen joked: "Qin'er, your voice is so beautiful, just like the tinkling sound of spring water. It would be even better if you sang a song, why not sing a folk song?"
"loquacious!"
With a scolding sound, Jiang Yueqin said this, but her heart felt sweet. Zhang Feide laughed after hearing this and said: "Qin'er, elder brother is right, your voice is indeed very nice. Why don't you sing a folk song for my brother to listen to?"
At this moment, someone was heard shouting: "Hey, what kind of monster is this? Why are you poking your head and sneaking up to Tiandao Peak?"
"Swish, swish!"
Before he finished speaking, a sharp roar was heard, and four rays of cold light pierced the sky, shooting towards Xue Wuhen and the four of them like lightning!
The cold light shone on the iron clothes, and four black-clothed strangers descended from the sky and landed on the green grass. With a move of their hands, the cold light shot out rolled back, but it turned out to be four dark iron scimitars!
After the four people fell to the ground, one of them recognized Xue Guan, Zhang and the others. He pointed at Xue Wuhen in shock and said, "Ah? Xue Wuhen is here! Zhang Feide and Guan Wenchang are also here?!"
"What? The three sworn brothers from Taoyuan and Xueguan are here?"
The disciples of the Demon Sword Sect were all horrified because their young master Han Shilei led people to kill Chu Tianhe. Although the assassination was successful, they came back defeated. The dignified young master of the Demon Sword Sect was actually killed. Broken nose!
And the person who cut off Han Shilei's nose is Xue Wuhen, a young man in white who is famous in the martial arts today!
Therefore, when they heard Xue Wuhen's name, the men in black couldn't help but show surprised expressions. One of them even whistled, raised his head and whistled. It was an alarm signal, meaning that an uninvited guest had arrived. Someone was there. Come to the mountains!
Although the men in black were a little afraid of Xue Wuhen, they still shouted in a stern voice as they were on their own territory: "Xue Wuhen, you... what are you doing in my Tiandao Peak?"
"kill!"
Xue Wuhen's eyes were cold and his face was expressionless. As soon as he said the words, the Seven-Star Blood-Drinking Sword floated out. A bloody brilliance passed by, and with a click, a huge human head rose into the sky, and a rain of blood bloomed passionately, as gorgeous as a flower. .
However, the strange thing is that after the passionate rain of blood reached mid-air, it actually turned back and poured towards the Seven-Star Blood-Drinking Sword in Xue Wuhen's hand, flowing into the seven stars!
"Ah? Killed someone?"
"Huh? His sword is actually drinking blood!"
Seeing the blood of their companions splattered on the spot, the other three big men in black couldn't help but be horrified. One of them ran away, and the other shouted: "Hey, why are you running? If you run away from the battle, aren't you afraid of the leader's punishment?"
The man who was running wildly trembled when he heard the word leader, as if he had encountered the King of Hell. He was so frightened that he ran back again, shook his hand, and the dark iron scimitar whizzed out, shouting with red eyes. : "Oh, everyone on the left and right will die, why not fight them!"
It seems that the rules of the Demon Sword Sect are quite strict, and Han Tieyi's method of punishing his subordinates must be vicious and overbearing, otherwise the man would not be so frightened that he would come back and fight Xue Wuhen.
"Well done!"
Xue Wuhen saw the man coming towards him like crazy, stepped forward with his sword, and faced him!
The other two men in black also took action. They raised their big hands and flew out two scimitars, drawing two arcs of light and shooting towards Xue Wuhen like sparks of fire!
In an instant, the scimitar whistled, and the shadow of the knife was like a dancing butterfly.
However, this is not a real butterfly, but a murderous magic knife!
