Taiping Inn

The swordsman who blocked the gate of the Long family mansion was Sun Hu, the disciple of "Blood Knife" Ning Yi. Since the third year of Tianbao, he has become famous in the Western Regions of Liangzhou. First, he killed the lone thief "Black Hawk" with a single sword, and then he subdued the thirty-six wolf thieves of Qishan with his own strength and became the leader of the wolf thieves "Wolf Head". He is also a figure in the Western Regions.

But then again, the Western Regions are vast and sparsely populated. Although there are many masters, they are ultimately not as prosperous as the Central Plains. Ordinary masters of the Xiantian realm can only dominate within a prefecture. Looking at a state, you must have a master figure of the Return to the True Realm.

This time, Sun Hu left the Western Regions for the Central Plains. In addition to the reason of being a palace official, he also wanted to take this opportunity to meet various masters in the Central Plains, just like the former Purple Mansion Sword Immortal, to temper his own swordsmanship with killing. Now this Long Xiaoyun is an excellent sword pile.

Sun Hu has a handsome appearance, but compared with the current Li Xuandu who is introverted, he is more aggressive and almost domineering, just like the Purple Mansion Sword Immortal back then, which is one of the reasons why the palace officials brought him with them. The palace officials have an unspeakable feeling for the Purple Mansion Sword Immortal, and Sun Hu knows it very well, so he has been holding his breath, and one day he will kill the Purple Mansion Sword Immortal with a sword, so as to teach the palace officials who is the king and who is the minister.

Sun Hu looked up at the gate of the Long family mansion, and there were shadows inside the gate, as if facing a great enemy, but these guests who depended on the Long family had lost their courage at this time, and there was no need to worry. As long as he killed a few people to establish his authority, he could make them completely disintegrate.

Thinking of this, Sun Hu's thoughts drifted away from the current situation. He thought that his physique and talent were not inferior to those of the so-called young heroes on the Shaoxuan list. The reason why he failed to be on the Shaoxuan list was nothing more than that he lacked a good background. The future paths of those sect disciples had been paved and planned by their elders since they were enlightened. How to build a foundation and refine qi, how to strengthen muscles and bones, when they were a little older, they would have the superior secrets and the guidance of the master. Whether it is refining qi or practicing martial arts, you have to do it early. When you are young, you have no distractions, and your state of mind is most in line with the clear state of mind required for refining qi. Moreover, when you are young, your muscles and bones are soft, easy to shape and strengthen the body, and lay a solid foundation. In the future, you can learn martial arts with half the effort. But when he really started to refine qi and practice martial arts, he was already thirteen or fourteen years old. From this point of view, he was a long way behind.

Even if he later worshipped a master, his master was a person who didn't care about anything. How could he compare with the disciples of the sect who had elders to rely on? Even if he couldn't beat him, he could just ask the elders to stand up for him. It was hard to suffer losses when walking in the world like this. What else could he rely on? It was nothing more than the knife in his hand.

Sun Hu laughed at himself in his heart. The "Heavenly Sword" Qin Qing said that it was not good for young people to have too much resentment, but he didn't know that he could get to where he is today by relying on the resentment in his chest. If he didn't have this resentment to support him, he would have died long ago.

Other people's things may not be good. Grasping things that suit you is the fundamental thing.

Just like his master "Blood Sword" Ning Yi, if it weren't for the word "idiot" born out of love, how could he change from a pedantic scholar to the "Blood Sword" ranked tenth on the Taixuan List?

To be fair, among the three swords in the world, the one he admired most was not his master "Blood Sword" or the "Heaven Sword" who was praised for his excellent martial virtues, but the "Devil Sword" who was rebellious and had a great reputation.

A real man should be like this, do whatever he wants and act recklessly.

Sun Hu grinned and took a step forward.

The next moment, he floated forward, and the "Blood Oath" sword on his waist flashed, and he had already swept into the gate of the Long family mansion.

On the path he passed, heads flew up and blood splashed everywhere, all because of this sword.

Although the status of the Long family of Wancheng Escort Agency and the He family of Lingxiu Villa in the martial arts world is similar, in terms of internal foundation, Lingxiu Villa is declining, while Wancheng Escort Agency is thriving. The former is already old, while the latter is still in its prime, so the internal foundation of the Long family is far from comparable to that of Lingxiu Villa. Even though the head of the family, Long Xiaoyun, is not here at this time, and the old escort leader Luo has not returned yet, there are still a number of Baodan realm masters, all surrounding the chief steward at this time.

At this time, Sun Hu went straight to the chief steward. No matter how frightened the five Baodan realm masters were, they still formed a formation, intending to block the knife. Although the newcomer had the cultivation of the Xiantian realm, it was not so bad that the five of them could not block a knife together.

However, the result was far beyond their expectations. The five of them could not even block a knife. As soon as they met, two of them were beheaded by the young swordsman. The endings of the other three people were not much better. Two of them had their arms cut off. Although the other one barely escaped, he was affected by the sword energy and lost half of his ear and a piece of scalp.

The scene was extremely bloody and cold.

Sun Hu let the entire Long family mansion know what a murderous sword technique is. Why is his twelve-style sword technique called "blood sword"!

Sun Hu laughed loudly and jumped into the crowd. His body followed the sword. The sharp sword energy cut deep cracks on the ground. Anyone who blocked his way forward, whether in the realm of entering the spirit or the realm of controlling the air, was cut in half like a watermelon. Some people who wanted to dodge with their light body skills encountered Sun Hu's blood shadow phantom, and all their dodging was in vain.

Sun Hu, one man and one sword, was like entering an empty space.

The well-informed steward suppressed his shock and finally confirmed his guess, "He uses a knife and comes from the Western Regions. He must be the descendant of 'Blood Knife' Ning Yi."

Sun Hu suddenly floated backwards out of the gate of the Long Mansion. After stopping, he held the knife in one hand without trembling at all. The "blood" seemed to be nailed to death in the air.

The wind is the head of the rain, the black clouds are constantly pressing down, and strong winds are rising.

The young swordsman stood in the wind, rolling his sleeves, fluttering black hair, and unrestrained.

His eyes crossed the crowd and looked deep inside the mansion.

In that direction, an extremely burly tall figure was slowly moving.

Sun Hu grinned, subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and said softly, "Long Xiaoyun?"

It was not until this time that many Long family disciples realized it later and looked along the young swordsman's sight, then they felt relieved, and then the "head of the family" sounded one after another.

At this time, the black clouds were pressing down very low, as if they were within reach, and their figure became increasingly tall, as if they were standing tall.

This is a man who looks about forty-year-old, with a strong face and a thin piece of clothes on his body, which makes him unable to hide his muscles. He came to the Long Mansion with an expressionless face. One man is the pass, and ten thousand men cannot open it. .

The head of the Long family who had been in seclusion for many years looked at the young swordsman outside the door and said, "Is it the one who killed my Long family?"

Inspired by the strong aura, the deep voice resounded throughout the Long family mansion, making it deafening.

Mrs. Long, who was originally painting thrush in front of the dressing table, heard the sound, as if a thunder sounded in her ear. Her right hand holding the eyebrow pencil shook gently and drew a dazzling black mark on the eyebrow bone.

She looked at the beautiful face in the mirror in a daze, fear, confusion, nervousness, and secret joy.

Are they here?

Outside the door, facing Long Xiaoyun, who was overwhelmingly, Sun Hu smiled faintly and said, "I killed him, how about it?"

The man who had not been so provoked for many years not only did not get angry, but instead said the word "good" calmly.

Sun Hu, who was in high battle, took a step forward, held the knife in both hands, and a layer of blood was generated on the blade, flowing unsteadily, as if it was thick blood.

Long Xiaoyun slowly spoke, "I want to see how mysterious your 'Blood Sword Small Eight Styles' is?"

"It's true." Sun Hu slashed out with a knife.

This sword seemed to be connected to the surrounding environment, and the long sword faced the circle of Long Xiaoyun, and there were endless changes in the unchanging situation, making it difficult for him to get rid of this sword no matter how he changed his body movements.

In fact, Long Xiaoyun had no intention of hiding, but just stretched out his hand to "hook the bird's tail".

It's amazing.

At the same time, the rain clouds that had been accumulated over the head for a long time suddenly darkened, and countless raindrops poured down, and white water vapor spread between the sky and the earth.