Kneeling and begging the host to be accepted [Quick Transmigration]

Juegu is a remote valley, surrounded by mountains, the towering mountains block most of the sunlight, making the valley look a bit dark.

Perhaps due to the lack of sunlight, there are only a few sparse weeds growing tenaciously in the valley.

The only entrance and exit of the valley is a crack in the mountain that can only accommodate two people. If someone is blocked here, it must be difficult to fly. In addition, there are boulders scattered in the valley, which are very suitable for hiding. This is undoubtedly a good place to set up an ambush .

In this good place suitable for murder and arson, dozens of people from all walks of life with swords surrounded a man in the middle of the valley. They were menacing and full of murderous intent, as if they were about to cause a bloodbath.

The leader of this group of rivers and lakes is a young man with a three-foot green spear on his waist and dressed in white clothes. The corners of his lips are slightly twitched.

The young man in white is named Qiu Wuyi, and he is the current owner of Baihua Villa.

Six years ago, his father was killed by a notorious villain in Jianghu, and he has been seeking opportunities for revenge for several years after he succeeded to the throne.

Now that the time is ripe, he led the crowd to set up an ambush here, just to annihilate the devil in one fell swoop and avenge his father.

Maybe it was because the big revenge was about to be avenged, Qiu Wuxin was agitated and did not speak, her pair of peach blossom eyes contained a storm of hatred, staring at her enemy. "Devil, today is your death day." Seeing this, the gray-haired old man next to him took a step forward, raised his sword and pointed at the man surrounded by the crowd, and shouted, his voice was like a bell, and his tone seemed quite For arrogance.

The big devil surrounded by them was a young man who looked to be in his 20s. His face was sharp and angular, his brows were like swords, his black eyes were black and bottomless, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. Grim color.

On his left eyebrow was a ferocious scar that slanted across to the corner of his eye, making him look fierce.The ink hair was scattered casually, and was a little messy by the wind in the valley, but it was not in a mess, which made him a little more aggressive.

The man's figure was tall and straight, and the close-fitting night clothes outlined a strong but beautifully curved muscle contour.

At this moment, he was standing alone surrounded by the crowd, but he was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he was even more arrogant than the besiegers, almost arrogant, like a beast that chooses and devours people.

He held a long knife in his left hand. The blade was slender, and the tip of the knife pointed obliquely at the ground. The bright red blood on the blade twisted and gathered at the tip, dripping onto the barren black soil.

Around him, there were still several lukewarm corpses lying on the ground, and the faces of the corpses still had the distorted expression of fear before death.

Hearing the old man's words, the man stroked his forehead with his right hand, raised his head high, raised his sword eyebrows slightly upwards, stared at everyone with cold eyes that were almost ruthless, and inadvertently raised a contemptuous arc on his light-colored thin lips, as if looking down at a group of self-conscious people. The ants with their strengths, their voices were freezing cold, but their tone was full of disdain: "It's up to you?"

"Devil! Don't be too rampant! Today is the day of your death!" Seeing his arrogance, the old man immediately flew into a rage. Regardless of the difference in strength between the two sides, he raised his sword and wanted to rush forward.

"Wait." Fortunately, Qiu Wuxin raised his hand to stop the old man, and put a smile on the man's face, saying, "Maybe you won't think so when you see this man."

And the reason why he is so confident is because he has already grasped the opponent's weakness, otherwise he would not be able to easily lure the opponent to this place where no shit.

The man called the devil didn't say a word, but raised his eyebrows slightly, with a mocking face, and didn't take him seriously at all.

"Bring it up." Qiu Wuwu's face darkened, and he raised his hand to beckon, and two big men forcibly escorted a young girl out of the surrounding crowd.

"Die Fei!" Seeing the young girl's figure, the devil's face changed slightly, and surprise flashed from his black eyes, which greatly increased the confidence of Qiu Wuwu, who had been observing him.

"Help me!" Hearing the devil's voice, the girl raised her head, revealing a lovely and pitiful face, but at this moment, this beautiful face was full of fear, and a pair of pear-blossom eyes looked at him pleadingly.

"How are you doing?" The devil frowned slightly, his gaze swept across the girl's face, as if he didn't care, then fell on Qiu Wuwu's face in an instant, and asked in a cold tone.

"You abolish your martial arts, and you will catch this girl obediently. We will let this girl go." Qiu Wuwu, who knows the importance of the girl to him, will not be fooled by his appearance. The blade of the sword directly rested on the girl's white and slender neck, and smiled towards the man in black.

Killing the devil will not only avenge his father, but also make him famous all over the world, so why not do it?

"Let go of her." The devil couldn't hold back immediately, and took a step forward, his momentum soared, and he was even more aggressive, forcing everyone to take a step back subconsciously, their clothes had already been soaked in cold sweat.

"If you take one more step forward, I'll kill her!" Qiu Wuwu's eyes showed ruthlessness, and the blade of the sword pressed a little bit harder on the girl's neck, and blood oozes from the whiteness.

Seeing that the girl was injured, the devil stopped in his tracks, his face was still cold, he held a knife in his left hand and clenched his right fist, but he was no longer as arrogant as before, but looked like a trapped wild animal.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Qiu Wuwu's mouth couldn't stop rising, and while feeling relieved, she even smelled a faint fragrance from the air.

This kind of feeling of grasping the enemy's weakness and making him helpless is really wonderful. It is worthwhile for him to spend three years setting up this situation, sending this girl who looks like the devil's dead lover to the devil's side, in order to create an artificial weakness.

And this girl called Die Fei was not in vain for his painstaking efforts, she has been deeply loved by the devil in the past three years, and she almost spoiled her to heaven.

But it's really hard to imagine that this cold-blooded demon still has a heart of love.Still holding a counterfeit as a treasure is extremely stupid.

Qiu Wuwu sneered in his heart, but his mouth was merciless: "I'll count to three, if you don't do it yourself..." The threatening meaning of the unfinished words is self-evident.

The devil's thin lips were tightly pursed, and under the gaze of everyone, he slowly raised the long knife in his hand. The blade was glowing with a cold light, and the chill was frightening. The point of the knife was not aimed at others, but himself.

Everyone had a triumphant smile on their faces. Just seeing this arrogant man deflated with his own eyes is a great joy, not to mention that there is still a chance to kill him here and make a name for himself. world.

However... when the knife was raised, a cold light suddenly appeared, and it flashed by.

Everyone's smiles froze on their faces, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

No one thought that he would not hesitate to attack his lover.No one would have expected that his attack would be so vicious.

The bloody long knife directly penetrated the girl's body, firmly nailing the young man in white behind her.

"You are so cruel!" Qiu Wuwu gritted his teeth, pushed the corpse in front of him away, and freed the blade nailed between his ribs.

Fortunately, the girl was short in stature, so the knife pierced through the girl's heart, and had to stab between his ribs - if the tip of the knife moved up two inches, it would be the heart, and he would be the one who fell down!

"Winwu! Are you okay?" The gray-haired old man recovered from the shock at this moment, and hurriedly supported Qiu Wuwu to retreat into the crowd, his face was still full of shock and anger, and he pointed at the devil with trembling fingers: "You ...You actually killed your own lover!"

"In this life, I will not let anyone become my weakness." The devil flicked the long knife in his hand, shaking off the blood stains on it, and his cold words made people's hearts drop to freezing point: "Not to mention a fake. "

"It's time to end." Before the people could recover from their panic, without saying a word, the black-clothed demon swung his long knife and swept towards the crowd with a bloody wind.

"Protect the owner!" Seeing this, everyone woke up from the shock and anger, and naturally they would not sit still, and rushed towards the devil with swords in their hands.

However, before the confrontation, something strange happened, every martial arts person in the Jianghu suddenly felt weak all over, their limbs were weak, and they had no strength to fight any more. Facing the incoming enemy, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"what happened?"

"Why can't I use my strength?"

"Someone is poisoning!"

"Brothers! Fight him!"

"You protect the owner and go first!"

After the shouts of killing were heard, there were only screams echoing in the valley, endlessly, death came again, only the dim blood sun in the sky witnessed the killing.

Blood splashed, and the devil's cold eyes were stained red with blood, with a hint of madness.

A little bit of blood was splashed on his pale cheeks, which made the man's stern face look a bit strange.

Lanfeng rolled over the black earth stained red with blood, and the whimpering sound of the wind was particularly frightening.

The young man in white lost all blood on his face, his face was paler than the white clothes on his body, he covered his injured chest with one hand, and trembled uncontrollably with the sword in the other.

The only one alive beside him was the gray-haired old man.

Holding a sword, the old man stood in front of the black-robed man with his precarious body, and shouted sadly at the young man who was protected behind him, "Hurry up!"

The word 'go' was still in his mouth, but the old man's head was already in a different place, and the thrown head was shocked before death, and the blood swayed from the broken part and fell on the black soil not far away.

"Second Uncle!" Seeing the old man's death by the sword, Qiu Wuwu cried out in shock, the voice was shrill and desperate.

He was the only one left, seriously injured.

The tide is gone.

"It's your turn." The black-robed man tilted his head and approached step by step, with a smile like a cat playing with a mouse on his face, which was completely different from the previous arrogant expression.

"When did you inject the poison?" Knowing that there was no hope of survival, Qiu Wuwu just wanted to die knowingly.

The devil showed a sneer on his face, and spread out his right hand, a small porcelain bottle was lying in his palm, and a faint scent of fragrance wafted from the open mouth of the bottle.

"Hehe." Qiu Wuxin smiled bitterly: "Everyone knows that you are a wild and unruly beast, but no one knows that you are actually a sinister and cunning poisonous snake."

This monster has killed countless people, and people in the world both hate and fear him.

Whether it is to make a name for himself by killing the devil, or for revenge, there are countless people who want to kill him, and Qiu Wuwu is just one of them.

Qiu Wuwu suddenly realized that those people knew that the devil was highly skilled in martial arts, how could there be no conspiracy when they were defeated, but so far no one has succeeded in killing the devil.

It wasn't accidental, it turned out that everyone was fooled, and everyone regarded him as a brave and foolish martial artist, but they didn't know that he hid his fangs in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to move.

If you don't make a move, it's enough, and if you make a move, it will be fatal.

How could he have forgotten that this demon is known as the number one killer in the world!

Poisoning and camouflage, aren't these what killers are good at?

The enemy is close at hand, and there is no way to survive.

"Die!" Qiu Wuwu gritted his teeth, resisting the pain and loss of physical strength, raised the sword in his hand, roared, and rushed towards the opponent with the determination to die.

However, at this moment, he heard a voice ringing in his ears.

"Do you want to gain the power of revenge? Then bind me. As long as you can complete the task, you can get the power."

The enemy is close at hand, and the long knife that slaughtered countless people has already been shot.

Qiu Wuwu didn't have time to think about what the voice was, but even if it was a demon, he couldn't care less.

"Bind!"

The two figures crossed each other.

The sound of a sharp weapon entering the body sounded, and a body crashed down.

On the wilderness, only dressed in white clothes still standing, corpses lying on the ground, the wind blows, leaving desolate alone... In the battle of Juegu, Qiu Wuwu killed the devil and became famous all over the world, and he was praised by the martial arts. This skill and his superb martial arts were crowned as the leader of the martial arts.

However, after many years, the situation in the rivers and lakes revived again, and Qiu accidentally discovered that the devil who was exterminated by him appeared in front of others with another identity...