God level swordsman

Chapter 353 This kneeling is the time to die

Outside the mountain temple, the cold wind was blowing the dry branches, and the whimpering sounded, making the whole forest look empty and lonely.

No one would have imagined that in the ruined temple not far from the city, the various sects of the Devil's Cult would appear in such a grand manner.

They have planned this for a long time and they are ready.

Except for the members of the Wanxiang Demon Sect who left early, the rest of the sects were hiding near the mountain temple.

Everything is completely silent, not even the chirping of insects and birds can be heard in the huge forest.

Zhong Tiangong and Zhao Tai walked slowly under the moonlight, the old and the young in a detached posture, implying the rhythm of heaven and earth as they walked.

"Liu Shui, the old man really saw you right." After a moment of silence, Zhong Tiangong suddenly spoke.

"It is not necessary for Master Zhong to be loyal to the emperor's salary."

Zhong Tiangong was stunned, "Hehe, what a matter of being loyal to the emperor, but people in the world today say that people in my holy religion have no king and no father, and there are intrigues and intrigues among colleagues, but who would have thought of their so-called The villain is such a principled person.

In the old man's opinion, those righteous bullshit people are the most villainous people without kings and fathers.

To be honest, Liu Shui, I am already in my seventies, and it’s time for me to find someone to pass on my inheritance. Are you willing? "

Immortal thing, do you know that I was so chased by you some time ago that I have no way to go to heaven? Now that things are really changing, you actually want to accept me as your disciple. When you know my true identity, won't you be killed? mad?

Zhao Tai smiled secretly in his heart, and then replied calmly: "This junior is now Yan Jun's subordinate, and he cannot change the door to join the Bone Sect."

"That's natural."

Zhong Tiangong stopped and looked at Zhao Tai, "It has nothing to do with the Bone Bone Gate. The old man just wants to take in a disciple to pass on what he has learned. You can still go back to the City of the Wicked."

Zhao Tai was silent.

"Are you willing?" Zhong Tiangong's eyes were full of expectation.

"The juniors are willing."

Zhao Tai's knees were slightly bent, he knelt down slowly, and he kowtowed solemnly, "Meet my mentor."

"Okay, okay, disciple, please get up quickly." Zhong Tiangong's face was full of relief, and he quickly helped Zhao Tai up.

Zhao Tai raised his hand to press the bronze mask, but was stopped by Zhong Tiangong's "understanding".

"I don't want to know what you look like, and I don't need to know."

"Yes, Master."

"I see that you are very skilled in swordsmanship. It seems that you like to use swords. When I was traveling in the Jianghu in the early years, I accidentally came across an article about swordsmanship and gave it to you." Zhong Tiangong took out a piece of full sword from his sleeve robe. It was blood-stained silk cloth, obviously prepared before that.

This piece of silk cloth is no different from that used by ordinary daughters, except that the blood stains on it are a bit shocking, other than that, there is not even a word.

The more bizarre and eccentric these things are, the more precious they are. They are likely to be treasures left by some powerful casual cultivators before their death.

Zhao Tai took the silk cloth, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes.

"The art of blood massacre."

Absorbing the opponent's blood to strengthen oneself, and then burning one's own blood to strengthen one's strength.

It's really too monstrous, and I don't know which senior with amazing talent created it.

This technique has the same effect as the blood-drinking magic skill practiced by Zhao Tai in his previous life, but his temper is more moderate and moderate. It is not as violent as the blood-drinking magic skill, and relatively more evil.

Looting the enemy's blood and turning it into one's own use is a process of ebb and flow, who can resist it.

This gift can be said to be extremely precious.

That demigod weapon may not be regarded as a treasure collection for the Baigumen, which specializes in digging up human bones, but the martial arts experience left by the sage and power is a treasure that is regarded as life for any martial artist.

Even if Zhong Tiangong doesn't practice swords, he can learn from the experience of the former sages to deepen his understanding of martial arts.

What's more, the cultivation technique left by this little-known casual cultivator can be said to be an isolated copy in the Jianghu, which is enough to establish a sect, and its value is difficult to measure.

Zhao Taimo said a word of thanks, and said in his heart that when killing him, he must be quick, precise and ruthless, and try not to leave him too much pain.

"Other than that, I have nothing to teach you as a teacher. With your talent and current cultivation level, what you lack is just martial arts experience. With this blood-slaying technique, I believe you can quickly reach my level." With such a height, it is not impossible to break through to the realm of Senior Yinglong in the future." Zhong Tiangong's eyes are full of expectation. He is not considered to be dying now. If nothing happens, how many more years can he live? In ten years, it probably won’t be a problem to see his apprentice rise.

At that time, Zhao Tai will become famous all over the world, and his reputation as a master will naturally increase.

People in the arena, what they want is a name.

Some people rely on their own strength to be remembered by the world, but Zhong Tiangong can completely rely on his disciples.

So, there are many roads to success, it depends on how you choose to go.

"Liu Shui, I have a heartfelt request for my teacher, I hope you can agree." Zhong Tiangong thought for a while, his withered lips moved slightly.

"Master, but it's okay to say, what Liu Shui can do will definitely not refuse."

"You have now found a position as governor in the Evil City, and the power in your hands can be said to be quite strong. There is an enemy of my teacher, whose life and death are unknown, and he may have escaped into the Evil City. This trip was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to catch him. Come out, if something happened here, you will kill him for the teacher."

"Dare to ask the teacher's name?" Zhao Tai thought to himself that it's finally here, you old thief Zhong is really wicked.

"Southern Swordsman Zhao Tai." Zhong Tiangong gritted his teeth when he mentioned Zhao Tai.

He was a dignified senior elder of the White Bone Sect, but he couldn't even retain a junior. Because of this incident, he was ridiculed and ridiculed a lot in the sect.

Now that his newly recruited disciples can take the vanguard under the Young Master of the Blood King Sect, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with Zhao Tai.

Besides, at that time, you can still say hello to Jiang Ming and ask his subordinates to help, things should not be difficult.

"I would like to obey my master's order, and I will not give up until I take Zhao Tai's head." Zhao Tai replied in a respectful voice.

"very good."

Zhong Tiangong nodded slightly, feeling more and more satisfied with his disciple.

There are rumors in the world that Zhao Tai was killed by the Bone Gate. Although the news in Wicked City is relatively closed, it is nothing to the official forces of Wicked City. They naturally have channels to obtain news from the outside world.

But Zhao Taiming knew the news but didn't ask anything. This kind of person is the most lovable.

"I wish I had met you earlier." Zhong Tiangong couldn't help sighing.

"I've encountered him a long time ago, more than once."

Zhao Tai secretly smiled in his heart, but pretended to be excited when he met Bole, "The same is true for Liushui. When I saw my mentor for the first time, I felt a very familiar intimacy. To be honest, I even selfishly wanted to Master is always by my side and will never be separated."

"You are still a child." Normally, Zhong Tiangong would have blushed upon hearing these disgusting words, wishing he could slap someone's mouth off with a slap, but now he was only deeply moved.

Life is like this, what more can I ask for!

(End of this chapter)