The wind is evil and the rain is evil, and the willow branches are more beautiful.
This day.
A sudden storm ravaged the countryside, causing trees to fall and fences to buckle.
Bean-sized water droplets danced happily on the earthen tile roof. The farmers under the roof were lying by the window with sad faces, thinking about the crops that had just sprouted. Only the smoke rising from the gaps between the earthen tiles in the wind and rain was high, and the fragrance was high. The strong scent of bacon is carried to the neighbor's house.
A simple hut with only four walls. Even the only bed was made of two or three pine logs piled together and covered with some hay.
The pale-faced boy was lying on a bed that was filled with rosin. He was covered with a patched blanket sewn from some old clothes. It was hard to say whether it could keep him warm, but the damp musty smell was really heady.
"Master..."
Choking and murmuring, the young man in the room huddled up into a ball, tossing and turning, with tears streaming down his face, and some of his hair turning red.
Outside the house, a girl stood by the door, frowning slightly and hesitating.
I couldn't explain why. I couldn't bear to see someone using his skills to run wildly in his town, so I wanted to capture him and admit his mistake and apologize. But when I finally found the young man who had fainted from crying, I felt a sense of sadness in my heart. Compassion aroused, and an indescribable pity surged in my heart, and by some strange coincidence, I brought the young man back.
"He...what exactly happened?"
The girl's eyes were slightly red. This sadness came out of nowhere, making the usually free and easy girl feel flustered.
I reached out several times, but couldn't push the unlocked door open.
A hundred meters away, in the slightly larger second-floor pine attic window, a young man dressed as a scholar patted his forehead, slanted his body and hid by the window, secretly watching the girl standing in the rain, and sighed: "Ask who the unparalleled hero is." I'm so sad, I blame my sister for not being able to keep her children."
"What a poem, Master!" In the room, the young man who had returned with the girl three days ago came forward, smiled and applauded.
"Tiezi, aren't you worried? How can you still laugh?" The scholar looked over with a depressed look.
The dark-skinned young man chuckled and rolled his eyes smartly: "Don't worry, don't worry. This is just the first time that the second master has met such a good-looking person. He mistakenly mistook his good impression for liking. When he comes back, After all, the second boss always thinks that Tiezi is the most reliable."
"Foolish people are blessed!" The scholar chuckled and shook his head. From the corner of his eye, he happened to see the increasingly fat water droplets falling on the window edge.
The round water droplets were clear, and ripples appeared in the water that fell on the ground. However, because the ripples were not big, it seemed to cause dissatisfaction among others. Soon, a yellowed straw shoe stepped down along the path of the water droplets, splashing mud. one slice.
Boom...
In an instant, lightning pierced the sky, and thunder followed closely, reflecting the many figures gradually emerging in the rain curtain into a fierce look.
"Is this this town?"
A low and hoarse voice sounded.
"Back to the Protector, this is the town. Someone saw the young man in the portrait eating a bowl of noodles here with two taels of gold three days ago. There is no mistake." someone replied.
"Very good. Let me fight into the town and refine my soul. I want to eat today...the Banquet of One Hundred Hearts!"
Boom! ! !
Thunder comes again.
In the pine attic, the scholar in white frowned, with disgust in his eyes. He immediately grabbed the long sword on the table, bent down, stepped on the window edge, and leaned half of his body out of the window into the rain. The next moment, his calves suddenly felt numb. Power, like a civet cat jumping out.
"Murong Jue, where do you want to go?"
The scholar flew by and just landed in a bamboo forest. Before he could continue running towards the town, a sudden voice followed the figure of a fat bald man in red robes coming out of the rain, making the scholar's expression turn cold instantly.
This is... the person I want to kill in my dreams.
"Tiezi, a group of people from the Lianxin Sect have come to the town. Take people to drag him away. Don't be impulsive. Wait for me to come back!" The thunder became more intense and the heavy rain poured down. The scholar's voice floated to the attic.
"Refining Heart Sect? Why did these bastards come to this town?" Tie Zi, who was lying by the window and quietly watching the girl in the rain, turned pale.
Tiezi turned around and grabbed behind him, and a long knife instantly flew into his hand. He immediately put one hand on the window sill and used force, and when he landed, he put two fingers into his mouth and whistled, calling to the rest of the gang.
"What's wrong?" The girl was the closest and looked at Tiezi with a slight frown.
"The bastard from the Lianxin Sect has come to town. The boss asked us to drag him away first." Tiezi said with a solemn expression.
While Tiezi was talking, the doors of each house opened, and the men in the gang rushed out with murderous intent, their long knives shining coldly in the rain.
"Heart Refining Sect?" The girl's expression also changed: "Those bastards from the Refining Heart Sect are inhumane and notorious even among demonic sects. They especially like to dig out people's hearts and use them for their own cultivation. The skills they practice are terrible. Called cruel, they must not be allowed to run amok in the town, and they must be stopped immediately.”
The girl who was the second in charge of the Tieyang Gang carried a big sword on her back and led everyone towards the town. After taking a few steps, she asked Tiezi to lead the team to leave first. She herself was not at ease and returned to the hut.
"boom!"
The small wooden door was kicked away by the girl, and a red heroine costume rushed into the house like a burning fire.
The next moment, the girl kicked the sleeping boy in the abdomen with her right foot and lifted him up. She turned around and ran outside the house while grabbing back with her right hand. The boy was pulled onto her shoulders and carried into the rain.
Boom...
The rain falls suddenly, and lightning rides on the thunder to break through the sky, just like a flaming girl carrying a young boy through the bamboo forest at lightning speed.
They were speeding all the way, and soon they could faintly hear the shouts of killing in the town.
The girl became even more anxious. She stepped on the house and jumped continuously. She flew into the front street and threw her shoulders. The boy on her shoulders fell to the ground with a 'bang'.
"hiss……"
Maybe he hit his head. The young man frowned slightly. He covered the back of his head with one hand and opened his eyes, stunned for a moment.
When he caught his eye, he saw a demonic figure flying toward him. The ferocious face and the strange laughter made the young man's body tense up, and a strong life-and-death crisis enveloped the young man's heart.
"boom!"
At the same time, a dull sound of impact was heard. It was a broad sword as red as fire. It was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and it instantly knocked away the flying black shadow.
Immediately afterwards, the young man saw behind the broad sword, a girl also dressed in red, following the sword. The moment the broad sword landed, she swung out with the help of the falling force of the broad sword. She jumped four or five meters, and at the same time, with the help of her own swing, The momentum of flying brought up the broad sword and killed him far away.
"How is this going?"
The young man shook his head vigorously. His thoughts were confused for a moment and he was not sure what the situation was.
He only knew that his ears were very noisy now, and there were shouts of killing everywhere. He looked around and saw the flash of swords and the rain of blood.
Suddenly, a black shadow fell next to the young man.
The young man turned his head to look, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
It was a huge head, and it rolled right into the boy's hand.
"Zhang Tuzi?"
Scenes of what happened when he was eating noodles at the noodle stall flashed through the young man's mind. The distorted head with dilated pupils in front of him revealed Zhang Tuzi's despair and fear before his death.
The young man turned his head and looked at the street on the other side, his heart trembling.
Next to the outer wall of a simple hut, a woman in her fifties was nailed to the wall with a black spear. There was a transparent bloody hole at the heart, and the heart was empty inside.
"Aunt Liu?"
The young man's memory was not bad. After recognizing Zhang Tuzi, he also quickly recognized the dead woman. She was not the one who was carrying the swill and first accused herself of eating the Overlord's meal, and then opened her hands to protect her behind her like an old hen. A woman who scrapes together some dough for herself.
"It's the demonic monks who are killing the people!"
By this moment, the young man had completely woken up.
He turned to look at the main street, where the fighting was extremely fierce. On one side were the demonic monks who were full of evil energy and making strange moves, and on the other side were a group of martial arts warriors led by the girl in red.
At this moment, the girl in red wields a broad sword as if it is light, and every blow is like a falling galaxy. With her strong hands and agile movements, she is fighting with the leader of the demonic side.
In other directions, although the gangsters led by the girl were all bloody and unafraid of death, their casualties were extremely fast. In just a moment of observation by the young man, several people had already fallen to the ground. In comparison, the demonic side suffered even smaller losses. many.
"ah……"
Suddenly, another scream came from not far away.
The boy immediately looked sideways, and saw an uncle dressed as a farmer slamming his body against the wall, with a mouthful of blood spurting out from his mouth. In front of the uncle, a demon disciple of the Lianxin Sect was approaching with a sinister smile, his eyes full of Greed stared closely at the uncle's heart.
"stop!"
At the critical moment, the young man stood up anxiously, roared loudly, and his face was filled with anger.
The young man in front of him also recognized the uncle. When they were at the noodle stall, this uncle once scolded the young man with a hoe, and later gave him two cents of noodles.
"Huh? The little brat is looking for death!"
The Demonic Disciple of the Lianxin Sect was startled by the sudden roar. Immediately, his cold gaze suddenly locked on the young man. Without waiting for a word, black demonic energy spurted out from his palm. This demonic energy turned into a ferocious ghost head, biting it. He wielded a long knife and slashed at the young man's neck with a whistling sound.
"Qingxuan Sword, unsheath it!" The young man's eyes narrowed slightly. As a disciple of Kunlun of the righteous way, facing the attack of the evil way, he was filled with anger and murderous intent. He only heard a cold shout from him, and there was a breath of magic coming from his body. , forming a seal with both hands and squeezing the sword technique, this is Kunlun's sword-controlling technique.
No movement!
"Qingxuan Sword, take it out of its sheath!" The young man came again, roaring even louder.
But this time, even though the young man's face had turned red, the spirit sword that was straddling the young man's back still showed no reaction.
"how so?"
The originally confident young man suddenly turned pale. How could his sword technique fail?
At this time, the ghost head transformed from the demonic energy had already reached the top of its head with a knife, and it was too late to avoid it.
"No...how could this happen...I don't want to die yet...I still want to go back to Kunlun to find my master..."
The young man was in a state of confusion. The sword technique he had practiced for six years actually failed. This made him feel like a disabled person who had lost both hands. He was unable to face the danger and was at a loss what to do.
