Staring at Xin Zhao in disbelief, he said: "Are you that blood demon?!"
The night wind is cold and the night air is cool.
In the cold wind of the cold night, Xin Zhao's figure looked even more ferocious and terrifying. The blood energy from all directions continued to gather, and a huge bloody dragon slowly emerged.
Xin Zhao did not respond, but the surging blood enveloped the Life and Death Platform, surrounding everyone.
"Xin Zhao, you want to kill people and silence them?!"
Long Jianfei scolded angrily.
Strong murderous intent invaded Xin Zhao's mind, and without any answer, Xin Zhao continued to wave his scythe like a silent god of death, about to harvest lives.
A figure like red lightning passed by a young man, and then he saw a ruthless and cold spear piercing his heart.
Pulling out the spear, blood splattered, and the hot blood splashed on Xin Zhao's cold expression.
With every person he kills, Xin Zhao's understanding of "Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon" goes one step further, and the red blood that permeates the surface of his body will increase by one point!
At this moment, Senior Brother Lin and Long Jianfei used their special moves one after another. The flames burned into the sky, and the entire life and death platform was red-hot. The remaining few people also rushed forward and surrounded Xin Zhao into a blind corner.
"sucker Punch."
Xin Zhao gave a cruel smile and charged towards Senior Brother Lin, using all his strength, the gun body exuded a bloodthirsty light, and Senior Brother Lin's entire head began to fly in the next moment.
Xin Zhao continued to rush forward and blocked Long Jianfei's sword, but the remaining two cold swords stabbed at him without dodging. The blood on his body blocked it for him.
Xin Zhao's eyes revealed extreme coldness.
"Let's go together, there is no way out, kill him!"
Long Jianfei roared.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Zhao took a step forward and disappeared the next moment. He used the secret of the first level of "Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon" - the instant kill method!
This move contains a deep killing intent, as if everything can be killed!
Everything dies!
The spear came out like a dragon. This spear was as sharp as if it was going to penetrate the world. Moreover, the speed of the spear was incredibly fast. The air around it was constantly vibrating. The sword energy struck quickly like lightning in the dark night!
Suddenly, a young man's neck exploded, with an expression of disbelief on his face. Not a single sound came out, and his body and head were separated.
Killing intent locked onto another young man, and before he could swing his sword to defend himself, Xin Zhao's gun penetrated his heart again.
The next one is Long Jianfei!
"No!"
Long Jianfei screamed in despair, completely unable to resist the coming sword.
He turned around crazily, trying to escape behind him, because the aperture was almost gone.
At this moment, the gun in Xin Zhao's hand also arrived.
"puff"
Blood spattered, and then Long Jianfei's body fell forward.
It's over, all seven people are dead.
By the way, there seems to be another person, Duolong.
Duolong was lying on the ground, his whole body soaked with sweat. Xin Zhao's footsteps sounded as he walked towards Duolong.
"Ah! Boss! Don't kill me, I don't know anything and I won't say anything!"
Like a frightened cat, Doron stood up crazily and walked backwards.
Xin Zhao remained silent, the red light in his eyes gradually fading away, and he seemed to be satisfied.
Immediately, he grabbed Duolong, got up and down several times, and quickly left the place.
…
The next day.
The outer gate of the Chaos Immortal Sect once again caused a stir of publicity.
Long Jianfei, who ranked tenth in the outer sect, and six outer sect disciples were found tragically dead on the life and death platform.
The death was miserable and the blood was dry.
Some people suspected that it was the work of the Blood Demon.
But who it is, no one knows yet.
In the courtyard where Xin Zhao is.
Zhao Angxing finally woke up from his hangover.
"Dad, why did I fall asleep here?"
Xin Zhao glanced at him and said calmly: "Last night, you were drunk, and Doron specially carried you on his back."
"Doron, you did a good job!"
Zhao Angxing laughed and patted Duolong on the shoulder.
The latter was still frightened, and the bloody scenes last night could not be forgotten in his mind.
Xin Zhao ignored Duolong. He believed that the latter would return to normal soon. There were many more cruel techniques in the world of immortality than those in "Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon". If you see them more, you will naturally get used to them.
He added: "You guys should go back first. I want to practice in seclusion for a period of time and prepare to participate in the outer sect competition."
"father!"
Zhao Angxing's face was solemn and he said in a deep voice: "Fu Jian, the third person from the outer sect, will not let you go. If you meet him, you'd better admit defeat. I'm afraid he will kill you!"
"I see."
Xin Zhao nodded.
Afterwards, Zhao Angxing and Duolong left the small courtyard, leaving Zhao Xin alone.
"well."
An inexplicable sigh.
Zhao Xin walked leisurely in the courtyard, his eyes falling on the willow trees, wells, bluestone paths and other scenery in the courtyard.
My thoughts were ups and downs, and I was filled with emotions.
In his previous life, he was just a mortal on earth. A hundred years later, he would inevitably turn into a cup of loess.
Now, he is reborn in a world of cultivating immortals. Here, it is not impossible to live forever, but the environment is more cruel than the environment in his previous life.
Here, he was attacked and killed again and again, but he survived and became stronger.
But there was always a Dakomos sword hanging above his head, making him feel uneasy.
Perhaps everything was doomed starting from the killing of Xie Feifei.
He will embark on a path of Shura.
As soon as I had an idea, I opened the template.
Name:Xin Zhao
Cultivation: Fourth level of physical body secret realm (late stage)
Kung Fu: Xiao Tian Mo Kung [Perfection] Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon (First Level) [Perfect]: Mastered the secret of the first level of the Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon [Instant Kill Technique]
Talent: Soul Reaper (you can gain the corresponding power every time you kill a unit) Crimson Reaper (blood affinity, etc.)
Skill points: 3 (can upgrade skills and magical powers)
Passive skill: [Decision]: When Xin Zhao's third attack causes additional damage and heals himself!
Mall (already opened)
Already have preparations: [Boots of Lightness] [Great Sword of Storm] [Vampire Scepter]
Gold coins: 208
I originally had a lot of skill points but now I only have 3 points left, but it's worth every penny. The skill of Blood Dragon's Nine Kills has greatly improved my strength.
He has not yet been promoted to the Tianyuan realm, but even Long Jianfei, who is in the late Tianyuan realm, is not his enemy.
There are still thirteen days left, and the outer sect competition is about to begin.
Xin Zhao's calm eyes were filled with ripples.
The rewards for the outer competition are too generous, but the winner-takes-all principle is implemented. Only the champion is eligible to receive the rewards, and the rest are losers.
"One million contribution points, qualifications for an inner disciple."
Xin Zhao whispered to himself, this is undoubtedly a huge temptation for any outer disciple.
"In the remaining days, we must improve our strength to be confident!"
…………
A few days later, one morning, the morning sun had not yet fully risen. It was extremely dark and sparse in all directions. It rained and snowed last night, making the fog very thick and almost impossible to dissolve.
Zhao Xin is in a good mood. He has been hunting in the Netherworld Forest in the past few days, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, giving him more confidence to win the outer competition.
So, he got up early and planned to go hunting again.
Pushing open the courtyard door, Zhao Xin frowned slightly. The air around him was extremely humid, as if he were in a rain forest. The thick water vapor suddenly condensed into ice, and light snow fell. Looking ahead, he could vaguely see a line of light under the thick fog.
Dark shadow.
This is the figure of a person, short and thin, a young man.
The dilapidated wooden courtyard door creaked, the cold wind of early winter was howling, light snow fell from the sky, and the snow covered the bluestone steps.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Xin looked at the thinly dressed young man in front of him quietly. He had noticed this person outside the courtyard gate very early and had been able to pay attention to him for a long time.
Now, five days and five nights later, under the wind and snow, this man is still standing motionless like a straight sculpture.
In the past, Xin Zhao was too lazy to pay attention to people with such ulterior motives, but today, he was in a good mood and wanted to know why this outer disciple had been standing in front of his courtyard gate for so long in the wind and snow!
Zhao Xin was moved. This man was only wearing a piece of gray linen. He couldn't help but stepped forward and asked again: "Why are you here?"
"I don't have a name."
A low and hoarse voice sounded.
The face of the young man in front of Xin Zhao is still very green, and his childishness has not gone away. He is like a young green apple. Under the cold wind and snow, this apple turns red, but it is not mature, but a green apple.
It's an unhealthy red color, with a touch of purple, and even a layer of frost.
Xin Zhao's eyes rarely showed a trace of pity.
This young man's cultivation is at the early stage of the Xiantian realm. Although his physique is higher than that of ordinary people, he has stood in the wind and snow for so long. I am afraid that even if he is a practitioner, his thin body is already on the verge of death.
"But they call me Sword Slave!"
Shaking off the thick layer of snow on his body, the young man known as the Sword Slave slowly raised his frozen hands to wipe the frost off his face. The young man's face was completely exposed, looking greener and more immature than imagined.
He was a head shorter than Xin Zhao, and his green eyebrows had not yet spread, but there was something about him that spoke of fortitude.
"I'm a lobbyist."
The words were spoken very slowly, with a hint of shyness, but they were as clear as ever.
Xin Zhao's curiosity was aroused by the word 'lobbyist'. He even forgot to invite this person into the courtyard, and he also forgot that he was still under the wind and snow. He just asked playfully: "Whose lobbyist are you?
"
"A big shot from heaven."
The young man responded without hesitation.
Xin Zhao's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were cold. He turned out to be a big shot in Tiangong. He was really entangled. What did he want to do this time?!
The sword slave didn't care at all, he rubbed his hands slowly, trying to relax his body, but the chill was still strong, so he slowly said: "That big shot wants you to give up your martial arts and leave the Immortal Sect."
"ridiculous!"
Xin Zhao said coldly, with mockery in his eyes.
"He lives high above the Heavenly Palace and is the true pride of Heaven. He is different from us Yunni. Even if you stay in the Immortal Sect all the time, he will have countless ways to kill you. Even if Xie Kun and others fail,
There are still thousands of Xie Kuns, how long can you hold on?"
The sword slave said expressionlessly.
Xin Zhao did not respond, but a cold murderous aura filled all directions, making the cold wind even more biting.
The sword slave remained calm and said: "He had expected that you would not agree, so he gave you a second choice to become his slave. In the future, you can climb the ladder to heaven and enter the palace of chaos."
"This is a very good condition. Outer disciples who want to become your master's servants are flocking to it. Those like Xie Kun and others are just like this, because it means that you can get a lot of things, and your future will be brighter and greater."
Xin Zhao scoffed, stretched his shoulders slightly, faced Feng Xue, and chuckled: "I, Xin Zhao, will get what I want, and what I can't get, he can't give me."
The sword slave was silent for a while and asked: "Xin Zhao, have you made up your mind?!"
The morning sun rose and emerged from the forest sea in the distance. The morning light dyed the sky red. Through the layers of thick fog, it shone on Zhao Xin. A slight redness appeared on his cheeks. He laughed loudly: "Of course, I still said the same thing, let
Wash his neck and wait until I take his head off with one strike of my sword!"
"call--"
A gust of cold wind blew, and the sword slave, who had already been frozen, could not help but tremble, and looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.
Xin Zhao replied indifferently: "If you can kill a murderer, he will definitely die in my hands, Xin Zhao!"
A chill that penetrated the flesh and blood spread throughout the sword slave's body, and his hands and feet became inoperable and trembled slightly.
"You are so murderous."
With a soft sigh, the sword slave stopped talking.
Xin Zhao also fell silent, and neither of them spoke a word. Sword Slave, the lobbyist, had failed, but he still stood upright in the wind and snow, turning into a sculpture again.
Zhao Xin turned around, closed the courtyard door, walked straight back to the courtyard, swept the fallen snow off his body, and entered the main entrance.
Boring!
The arrival of the sword slave affected his mood for hunting.
The sword slave's eyes kept falling on Zhao Xin until he was blocked by the wind and snow and covered by the wooden door. His brows were furrowed. He was not as calm and calm as before. Now he really realized that Zhao Xin would not be persuaded by him.
He knew that he was not a qualified lobbyist, had no experience as a lobbyist, and had no talent, but he felt that it was still worth a try, not for Xin Zhao, but for himself, so on the snowy night five days ago,
Then he came.
But this morning he also had to go back in the wind and snow. He lifted his extremely stiff legs, and ice shards fell on them. His muscles, which were blue from the cold, barely surged, but he staggered and fell to the ground.
After a lot of effort, he stood up again, his legs had become numb after a night and lost most of his consciousness, and he walked back step by step.
The wind and snow covered his figure and covered up the footprints he left.
The sword slave talked to himself all the way.
"I'm not here for you, but for myself, not so that you can live, but so that I can live forever!"
The small snowflakes turned into a blizzard, in which nothing could be heard or seen.