On the Love and Killing Romance between Silly Baitian and the Great Demon King

The extermination of the Demon Cult is scheduled to take place in five days.I heard from the disciples in Jiuhuamen that the head of the sect has never stepped out of the gate in the past few days, and practiced the Shenshui sword technique over and over again in the yard by himself.

Before leaving, his father told him carefully that he must not be distracted. Once the mind is disturbed, the sword technique will not be far from the disorder.

He didn't answer, and the old man could only pretend that he had listened, and stopped nagging.Seeing him heading east with a mighty group of upright people, the old man sat on the threshold and stroked his beard and let out a long sigh.

It was snowing heavily that day, a group of people walked halfway up the mountain, a few steps away was a cliff, the headmaster suddenly waved his hand to stop.Everyone was puzzled, and the guardian of Jiuhuamen beside him was about to ask a question, but a very low laugh rang in his ear.

"Everyone has traveled all the way for thousands of miles, and I am ashamed to teach you to be far behind."

Along with this voice came a dark crowd of demon cultists.They didn't know when they had surrounded from all directions, lurking around, ready to go.

And the rumored leader of the Demon Cult stood in front of them, wearing a fox fur cloak over his red clothes, his eyes turned around the crowd and finally fell on the face of the leader, with a leisurely smile, "I heard that you The water sword is pretty good, why don't I come and meet?"

This is the first time the two have met after six years.At that time, the stubborn and stupid little fool had broken himself to pieces and recast him as a calm, calm and almost emotionless swordsman.And the leader is still the same leader, no different from before, with undiminished elegance, flamboyant behavior, unrestrained smile like a spring breeze, even the style of the red dress he is used to wearing has not changed.

It seemed to him that the passing time was just a cloud of smoke, not thicker than the deepest red on the front of his clothes.

The young head had no expression on his face, and cursed your mother in his heart.

It took only a moment for the submerged water to come out of the sheath, and the sharp point of the sword pointed directly at the throat.

The leader tilted his head to narrowly avoid the sword, and smiled, "The real murderer."

The sect master didn't talk nonsense with him, the sword was as light as flowing clouds and flowing water, but the strength of the sword was heavier than that of the sword, the leader could only block but not return, and chatted to him leisurely, "I haven't seen you for so many years, have you grown taller again?" few."

"It seems that he is not as stupid as before, which is a good thing."

"It's just that you talk less and less, tsk tsk, I don't know who can stand your dull temper."

"Hey, are you really not saying a word to me?" The leader waved his sleeves to reverse the sword, leaned over and blew in his ear.

The sword technique is slightly chaotic.

"Shut up." He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, retracted his sword and took a step back, adjusting his breath, "Do you still want to fight?"

"Fight, of course." The leader stood with his hands behind his back, looking in a good mood.

"If you want to hit you, use a knife, what's the matter with hiding!" He continued to grit his teeth, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

The deputy head of the Qingshan faction behind him couldn't help but lean over, "This devil's strength should not be underestimated, why do you have to compete with him, waste your time..."

"Get up." The sect master pushed him far away without looking at him, raised his hand and swung his sword, pointing directly at the person in front of him.

"Out with the knife." He said coldly.

When the swords collided, the man persisted in blocking with the long sword, but after several rounds, the Shenshui sword still couldn't get close to him.

A surge of anger that he hadn't felt for a long time surged up, making his head ache.In the end, the sword after sword that was chopped down had already deviated from the rules, and only the fierce anger was left to support it.

The guardian of the Guangming Cult whispered to the deputy head of the Qingshan faction, "I have never seen the head of Jiuhua lose his composure. With this posture, the expensive head is still worried that he will join the Demon Sect? This is an enemy I haven't seen for a long time. .”

The place where he was hit by a palm just now felt a dull pain, and the deputy head grinned, "Who cares about this, anyway, if the Demon Sect is not suppressed, he will never be able to become the leader of the alliance."

"Want to be the leader?" He snorted coldly, "Our leader has always been highly respected in the Jianghu, and we are about to be crowned the leader of the leader. How could it be easily replaced by a young boy like you? It's ridiculous."

He couldn't do it even if he was suppressed, he touched the wounded place, and silently added something in his heart.

The battle of swords and swords here is in full swing, and Shen Shuijian is approaching every step of the way. However, people with deeper knowledge can see that his sword skills are already chaotic, and his ferocity can only be regarded as chopping wildly. The person obviously conceded more than one point.

The corners of the young headmaster's eyes were blood red, and the leader suddenly withdrew his knife when he saw it, "Enough playing, let's stop fighting."

The little master didn't want to give up, he stabbed out with another sword, this time aimed at his chest.

The leader didn't move, just watched the tip of the sword getting closer to his chest, showing no intention of hiding.

At the last moment, the little master returned to his senses, deflecting the sword by a few inches, which was regarded as avoiding it.

But this time he wanted to stop, but someone refused to let him go.

The leader suddenly stretched out a hand to grab the long sword that was about to be retracted. The force was very heavy, and the blade was extremely sharp. Blood was seen immediately.

This time it was the little master's turn to stay where he was.He didn't dare to move, and if he moved the man's hand, it would hurt him even more.He stood there in a daze, and the stupid look of that little idiot from before emerged from his face again.

The leader gripped the sword tightly and pulled him in front of him.

The blood continued to spread between the fingers, dripping along the blade to the ground, and it was completely conceivable that the flesh under the palm was flying.

The little sect master's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to let go easily, so he could only slowly lean towards him along with his strength.

"Are you relieved?" He whispered in his ear.

The little boss was speechless.

At this moment, they were standing on the edge of the cliff, and with just one step, they could fall into the bottomless abyss behind them under the heavy snow.

The leader suddenly stretched out his sleeves and pulled him into his arms. Before he had time to make a move, he had already led him on his back and fell straight back.

"Since the anger is gone, come with me." His voice came to my ears along with the howling wind.