The moment he saw this token, He Chao felt dry mouth.
A strong sense of fear grew in my heart.
This young man actually holds the token of the young master!
In other words, the one who ordered him to come here to guide him was... the young sect leader!
He Chao suddenly panicked, his face turned pale and his eyes turned black.
If this is true, wouldn’t I offend the young master’s friend?
When he thought of the rumors about the young sect leader, He Chao's scalp suddenly became numb.
The reason why Huo Changyu was named "Blood Sword Lord" was not only because of his own strength, but also because he was particularly bloodthirsty, which was related to the sword skills he had practiced.
Some people say that Huo Changyu practiced the "killing sword art"!
Of course, these words have not been confirmed.
But everything Huo Changyu did was there.
No one dared to underestimate him for this.
"I was wrong, young master, I'm blind!"
He Chao's scalp exploded, and his arms were cut off, so he could only struggle to kowtow on the ground.
One after another, how embarrassed it is.
In the distance, all the new disciples were dumbfounded.
They had previously, the extremely respected elders, kowtowed on the ground like dogs, begged for mercy.
This scene completely refreshed their cognition.
"So, I'll use your arms, are you dissatisfied?"
Lin Chen's expression was indifferent, and he paused every word.
"I dare not, I will never dare, the young master taught me a lesson!"
After realizing the other party's identity, He Chao was almost regretful.
If I had known that the other party had a token, the other party was the young master's friend, and if I gave myself a few courages, I wouldn't dare offend me!
But that's exactly what's going on!
As for revenge?
He wants to live a few more years!
"brush!"
Lin Chen put away the vines, then smiled at the three people behind him, "Let's go in and rest!"
Chu Hao, Su Yuwei, and Lin Ning'er walked past He Chao one by one.
While passing by Wang Hai, Chu Hao left a cold voice, "I won't kill you today because you are not qualified to let me kill you."
Wang Hai was trembling all over.
He has become a useless person, no different from death!
But since he still has this life, he still has hope of making a comeback.
Wang Hai knelt directly on the ground with a pounce, kowtowed and begged for mercy.
However, Chu Hao didn't even look at him.
There are many lounges in the cabin of the flying boat.
The four of them settled down directly with one room.
This time, the flying boat will take at least half a day to fly to the Southwest Sword Sect.
With the young man being killed and Wang Hai being deposed, the new disciples were more honest than the other and dared not say a word.
In this way, the flying boat headed towards the Southwest Sword Sect.
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In the eastern border, there are a barren mountain and ridge.
The surroundings are full of mountains, rivers, and steep mountains.
The plants and trees are green and vigorous, and how many people are there to be as tall as the ones.
A thin figure hiked in the valley.
His clothes were stained with a lot of blood, and he was covered with a black cloth strip on his eyes. Perhaps because of too many killings, the black cloth strip was already reflected in black and purple by the blood, emitting a smell of fishy smell.
This is a young man, and he is in his early twenties.
His hair was messy and he looked a little sloppy.
Although he blindfolded his eyes, his steps were very steady. In the mountains, he could clearly identify any direction he wanted to go.
"It's a little worse, it's still a little worse!"
The boy murmured to himself in a low voice.
In his arms, he was holding a sword box forged by unknown material.
The sword box was originally golden, but because it was stained with too much blood, it turned into a dark red!
A sharp murderous intent burst out from his body. His whole body was like a spiritual sword standing proudly in the sky, emitting a sharpness that ordinary people could not bear. No matter who sees him, he will feel his pupils shrink, even his soul wants to
Sinking.
This young man has an extremely terrifying aura.
There were originally many terrifying monsters in the mountains, and they were dormant around them, obviously treating the boy as a meal on the plate.
But when the boy walked to them, the group of monsters suddenly made waves of wailing sounds.
It seems to be frightened, but also seems to be fearful.
After a few breaths, the birds and beasts scattered and all fled far away.
At this time, a strong wind blew, blew the strand of black hair on the boy's forehead.
The black hair was blown up, and it was a angular and hard face.
Although his eyes were covered, he could still see that the young man was very handsome!
"In the past six months, I have blindfolded my eyes and traveled outside, challenging 18 swordsmen in total, but in the end, all eighteen people were defeated by my men. No one among my peers can compete with me anymore.
And... it's really boring!"
The boy stopped. Although he blindfolded his eyes, the outside world was still shocked by his eyes.
"'Sword Heart','Sword Heart'! Is the so-called 'Sword Heart' really so difficult to achieve?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and he contained the desire for a strong enemy.
Since he was about to be promoted to "Sword Heart" half a year ago, and now half a year has passed, he has been practicing and has never relaxed at all, but even so, he still has not been able to take the last step!
Why is this? This shouldn't be done at all!
The first is the fourth realm of swordsmanship.
The second is the sword heart!
Is it really that difficult to go from "Sword Intention" to "Sword Intention"?
"At the beginning, my master advised me that if I wanted to reach the level of 'Sword Heart', I would cover my eyes and go out for training. When I did, 'The heart is the sword, and the sword is the heart', I could break through!"
The boy sighed and walked again in the mountains.
He was not fast, just like an ascetic monk in ancient times.
The bloody and murderous aura on my body has never restrained it at all!
Soon, an inn appeared in front of him.
This inn is a place for caravans to rest.
The boy walked around the post station and continued to walk forward.
In the inn, several caravans were drinking tea and resting.
After seeing the boy from afar, one of the guards couldn't help but smile, "Look, this guy is dressed so strangely. Is this a special way of cultivation?"
The other guards laughed.
However, when the boy approached them within a hundred meters, an indescribable sense of suppression came over him.
It was like a mountain, suppressing with a loud bang, wishing to crush this world.
The group of guards all turned pale, as if they were suddenly strangled by someone's throat, and they couldn't even say a word.
Why, this happens?
Their voices were hoarse and they couldn't help but tremble.
At this moment, they were sure that the sense of destruction filled with heaven and earth was definitely something they had never experienced in their lifetime!
The young man just passed by the station and did not even deliberately target them.
But the air waves that came with them still suppressed their hearts.
It was not until the boys walked away that their hearts returned to their chest cavity.
At this point, the many guards looked at each other, all silent.
Never dare to discuss it again!
If the young man had the intention to kill them, it would be... easy!