A sword fight broke out in the mountain village, and in the dark forest, Cheng Zhiyuan grabbed the black sword with one hand. The black sword trembled violently and made a harsh demonic sound. The bright red blood on it gathered into a mouth with sharp teeth.

, moved along the hilt of the sword, trying to bite Cheng Zhiyuan's palm.

Cheng Zhiyuan closed his eyes and read: "Zhou Shan is a sword."

The four words shook like a bell, and the bloody mouth immediately collapsed. Then, Cheng Zhiyuan's mind invaded the black sword, and strange cold air swept from all directions.

The Black Sword appears in this world of sword breath. This is the voice of the sword and the world of the sword's soul.

He didn't seem to expect that Cheng Zhiyuan actually arrived here, and he couldn't figure out what the meaning of this behavior was like throwing himself into a trap.

But the next moment, before he could think clearly, his real name was spoken by Cheng Zhiyuan.

"It is so miserable that the cuckoo cries blood, its hair is dripping with blood, and its eyes are full of blood. The clouds it exhales make the world angry."

"The Blood-Cleaning Sword has a good name."

Cheng Zhiyuan said indifferently: "Blood, when washed clean, means forgetfulness, just like your current situation."

Black Sword was furious and swung his sword at people's necks in the spiritual world. However, Cheng Zhiyuan raised his hand. At this time, the shadow of the sword slashed past like a white dragon, knocking Black Sword to the ground with a clang!

In the world in the heart, at the moment of the sword's breath, apart from the black sword, there is actually a sword with a loud weapon!

This demon sword was inserted into the soil of the soul, covered with dark dust, and the bloody mouth turned into bloody eyes. It suddenly found itself a little weak and in pain. Looking carefully, it saw that Cheng Zhiyuan was gradually radiating a warm power.

, those breaths are like silk threads, wrapping themselves up.

Heijian was shocked. He didn't understand what was going on. Then Cheng Zhiyuan spoke and said again: "Zhou Shan is the sword."

I am good with the sword, just like my arm.

The sword body of the black sword began to tremble, and the bloody eyes showed fear. He found that he was a little out of control, and it could even be said that he wanted to fly into the hands of this demon-slayer.

He felt a red light, beating thumpingly, which was the soul. Many people had this kind of red light in the past, but it didn't take long for it to become dull and lifeless.

The human heart, the hot and fiery human heart, makes him long for it, let him pursue it, let him... the whole body of the sword buzzes and shakes!

The black sword, or the blood-washing sword, the darkness and demonic aura on his sword body began to fade away, and the bloody eye was also a little blurry. The red heart light penetrated his darkness, and the red burning current gradually poured into the tip of the sword.

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I have forgotten that once upon a time, he started eating people's hearts.

I no longer remember when he became a demon sword.

Among the three demons of Huqi Mountain, he is in the last position, but equally, if he really gets ruthless, that painted skin will never be his opponent, and similarly, that painted skin is also devouring people's hearts.

Blood, blood, blood.

Blood is hot and scorching, especially human blood. The heart should not be cold either.

Black Sword remembered his pursuit. As a murderous sword, what he wanted to see was the passion of the sword holder, and the sincere heart born for the sword.

It was a power that could break him to pieces at any time and make him so excited that he gave everything he had.

It was warm and scorching, making him linger, making him intoxicated, and making him unwilling to wake up.

But at some point, the blood gradually cooled down, and the person holding the sword was eaten by the sword. He began to feel that all the sword masters in the world were not worthy of him, and no one would always maintain a sincere heart. The world is prosperous, and the mortal world is so prosperous.

Downfall, like fireworks, blinds people's eyes. Scholars wear swords to seduce beauties, generals wear swords to show off their elegance, and strong men wear swords for their own selfish desires. The world is bustling, all for profit, and the world is bustling for profit.

Benefit.

Beauty is as beautiful as jade and sword as rainbow?

Damn it, with Wenwen Township and the Tomb of Heroes, how can you still remember the sharpness of the sword!

If you don't wipe it for three days, the sword will be covered with dust. If there is no light for ten days, the sword's heart will be dead!

How can one be considered a sword-wielding master if he has no intention, no sense of justice, and no dignity?

These people coveted their own majesty, and after holding the sword, their souls were smeared by lust, and they degenerated. Their sincere hearts had already become dark and tattered, and in the end they were willing to die in their own blood. However, that kind of filthy heart made them sick.

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Yes, I have eaten the human heart for so long just to find such a sincere heart!

The blood-washing sword buzzed, and the black sword glowed with blood!

The sword eats people's hearts!

Clang!

There was a loud sound on the sword, one sword was noisy, the other was prosperous, and the blood-washing sword was knocked into the ground again!

The white light on the sword is shining, the clear light is flowing, and the blood is surging, as if it is mocking the blood-washing sword, so weak, so overestimating its capabilities!

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

The Blood-Cleaning Sword once again shook and flew up from the soil. However, within two moves, it was knocked away by the sword again. The tip of the sword hit it and crashed into the soil.

He suddenly found that he began to hate the Xiaoqi Sword, because this sword actually had such an excellent sword owner, but all the people he encountered were ungrateful men.

Life is unfair, and life with the sword is even more unfair. Without ever meeting the Lord of Light, it is dark and covered in dust.

Simply hateful!

He understood that this was hatred and jealousy. The sword could actually be jealous of the sword. He couldn't believe it before. And Xixue had always believed that there was no one who was not worthy of him except the sword master who was not worthy of him.

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But today he seemed to have seen how outstanding the person in front of him was, so the arrogance he had in the past was completely crushed and trampled hard, like thousands of horses grinding their hooves.

"Come again!"

The blood-washing sword felt the long-lost fighting spirit. Black light shot out from the sky, and Feihong shone in the shadow. The sword was swept by Qingping. However, after two rounds, the blood-washing sword was ruthlessly knocked away again!

The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...

No matter how many times he comes, the ending is the same. The Blood-Cleaning Sword can't even go three times before being hit by the weapon and flying out, falling into the dust. Pride is crushed again and again, and the clear light and wind sound on the weapon

It’s getting bigger and bigger!

The hustle and bustle of the world is also the arrogance of hustle and bustle!

"The common man's sword can determine life and death within ten moves. All the energy and spirit are pressed on the ten swords. Either you die or I die."

Cheng Zhiyuan commented calmly: "You only have the will to fight and jealousy, but no intention to die. The sword eats people's hearts. It is said to be for the sake of sincerity, but in fact, aren't you really afraid of yourself?"

The Blood-Cleaning Sword flew up unsteadily, trembling slightly and making no response.

Are you not responding, or are you afraid to respond?

Cheng Zhiyuan knew that the sword was coming back to life, and the demons had gradually dispersed. He thought it was time to add the last fire and become the pusher for the sword to submit. Talking to the sword was tantamount to enlightening them, and only when they were recognized did they understand their intentions.

Connected.

He has completely figured out the essentials of talking to the sword.

"Come, come to me."

Cheng Zhiyuan stretched out his hand: "Dance with me. In this six-foot-three-inch space where you are alone, I will be the ultimate swordsman in the world."

The blood-cleansing sword buzzed and trembled, and suddenly asked a question with trembling:

"who are you?"

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes moved: "Me? I am an immortal from Tianmen."

He said seriously:
Chapter completed!