The first taboo in the world

Xu Zifan headed west, intending to go to Kunlun Snow Mountain.

After his overall strength improved, he lost a lot of fear about this trip and gained a more leisurely mood.

The clatter of horse hooves could be heard far away on the trail, and the sun was shining brightly. I saw a 17 or 18-year-old young man in brocade clothes riding a black horse, carrying a long sword on his back, and was walking leisurely.

This person is none other than Xu Zifan. After cutting his hair and cleansing his marrow with the Blue Dream Stone, his skin became whiter and his body became much more symmetrical. He now looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Huh? What's going on ahead?" Xu Zifan was riding a horse on the forest path at this time, and saw thick smoke rising in the distance outside the forest in front of him.

"Drive..." Xu Zifan patted the horse and sat down, and rushed towards the place where the smoke was rising.

As he approached the place, Xu Zifan saw a small village between two mountains. There are not many houses in the village, probably dozens of households.

"What's going on?" Xu Zifan saw the thick smoke rising from this village.

I saw the fire in the small village soaring into the sky, and from far away I could hear shouts of death, cries for help, and the cries of women and children.

When they got closer, Xu Zifan finally understood the situation. He became furious, pulled out his sword, quickly slapped the horses and rushed towards the village.

The small village was filled with flames and thick smoke. Through the light of the fire, a figure could be vaguely seen running in the village.

There were many people chasing the villagers with knives, including women, children and old people.

"Uncle, have mercy on me, please don't kill me!" After a villager man was kicked down by the big man behind him, he realized that there was no hope of escape. He knelt on the ground, crying and begging for his life. His voice was trembling, and he was obviously extremely frightened.

But what greeted him was a flash of knife light, followed by blood splattering three feet, and the man's head had been chopped off several meters away.

There is also a little girl of five or six years old, with two braids, which is really cute.

At this time, he was squatting next to a burning thatched house, holding an old man lying in a pool of blood, crying loudly: "Grandpa, wake up quickly, Yaya is afraid, Grandpa, wake up quickly, Yaya is not afraid I pulled your beard, I will listen to you from now on..."

The old man in the pool of blood seemed to hear the little girl's cry at this time. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the little girl in front of him. His eyes were full of love, worry and helplessness. He raised his left hand full of blood with difficulty and touched it. He touched the back of the little girl's head and murmured a few words in an inaudible voice: "Yaya... be good!"

These three words seemed to have exhausted the last of the old man's vitality. After speaking, the old man's pupils dilated, and he slowly closed his heavy eyes, and his arms slipped from the little girl's back.

"Grandpa, you are talking, Yaya is scared!..." The little girl seemed to realize something, hugging the old man on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

"There's another kid here!" At this moment, a cruel voice came, and a middle-aged man with triangular eyes and a mustache was seen holding a long sword dripping with blood and wearing a black uniform. The clothes were covered with blood, and they flew over.

At this time, there was a little blood on his face, which was obviously splashed on his face when he killed someone. He was grinning ferociously, like a devil born in hell, terrifying and sinister. The long sword in his hand was extended forward, piercing the little girl, and then the sword blade Turn and swing diagonally upward.

"Pfft..." Blood spattered, and the little girl who was crying next to her dead grandfather just now was cut into pieces, and half of her body flew out. The little girl's frightened and helpless eyes could be seen in it, and she could not rest in peace.

"Beast..." Xu Zifan happened to see this scene when he arrived and shouted angrily, his eyes tearing open.

Seven or eight feet away, Xu Zifan stabbed out angrily with his sword, using the Huashan sword technique "Changhong Guanri". A sword light flew out from the tip of Xu Zifan's sword and hit the middle-aged man with a triangular eye.

After Xu Zifan arrived, the middle-aged man had already noticed it. At this time, he saw Xu Zifan shooting a sword light from a distance of seven to eight feet. The sword light shot directly at him. It was powerful, indestructible, and filled with murderous intent.

The hair on the middle-aged man's back stood on end, and he felt like he was about to be pierced by a sword in the next moment. He knew that he couldn't catch this sword, and that an incredible master was coming.

Then he decisively turned around and jumped up, tapping his toes, flying like a big bird, and headed straight for the woods outside the village in the distance.

"Want to run?" Xu Zifan was angry.

I saw a silver figure chasing out from the forest, and a series of afterimages flashed by. The body of the middle-aged man with triangular eyes who was running in front suddenly exploded, and his head flew into the distance, with a look of horror in his eyes.

The silver figure flashed again, and Xu Zifan appeared in front, with the sword in his hand stained with blood, and the head of the man with triangular eyes under his feet.

Looking up at the shouts of killing that still existed in the village, afterimages appeared one after another, and the silver figure disappeared in place.

A moment later, in the small village, in the firelight, the sword energy was like frost, and silver figures criss-crossed. Suddenly, multiple figures of Xu Zifan holding swords appeared, and then disappeared, and the bodies of the executioners exploded one after another.

The shouts of death in the small village finally disappeared, and only the sound of villagers crying could be heard far away.

Xu Zifan looked at the mess all around. The houses in the village were on fire, the fire was soaring into the sky, dead bodies were everywhere, blood and fire were everywhere, the survivors who survived were crying hoarsely, and the sound of mourning filled the earth.

Xu Zifan helped put out the fire and rescue survivors. It was already the next day when everything calmed down.

The nameless stream stretches into the distance. The stream flows gurglingly and winds down the mountain canyon. Groups of fish chase leisurely and freely in the crystal clear stream.

At this time, a bloody long sword was stretched into the crystal clear stream. The fish in the water were frightened away, and the blood stains on the sword were gradually diluted. The blood streaks followed the flowing water into the distance and disappeared without a trace.

Xu Zifan stood by the stream, quietly waiting for the blood on the sword in his hand to be washed away.

At this time, he fell into deep thought. In the real world, before the celestial changes, he was just an ordinary person. He rarely had any fights, let alone killings.

And this time he killed many people. It was the first time he killed people. He didn't have the symptoms of vomiting that he had when he killed people for the first time, and he didn't even feel any discomfort.

He has always been just an ordinary person. After yesterday's murder, he has changed. His mood has changed. He no longer rejects fighting and killing, and has become more like a Jianghu person, or is already a Jianghu person.

He has integrated into this world since yesterday. Otherwise, no matter how high his martial arts or deep his inner strength, he would still be just an ordinary person.

Xu Zifan now understands, and his state of mind has changed. He has learned to kill and use his own power to maintain the pure land in his heart.

The so-called master of martial arts does not mean how high the martial arts is, but how to deal with things in a more martial arts style when encountering problems.

The stream washes the sword. It not only washes the sword in Xu Zifan's hand, but also penetrates his heart. From then on, he can see his true nature clearly. How could he be missing in the bloody world? Strange Earth, use force to stop war.

"Thank you for saving my life, hero, woo hoo..." The survivors in the village knelt on the ground and thanked Xu Zifan. They all lost their relatives and friends and couldn't help crying.

"Everyone, please wake up. Who are those killers? Why did they massacre the village?" Xu Zifan asked.

He hated this group of executioners deeply, even the elderly, women and children were not spared. He could not stand this kind of behavior and could not accept the slaughter of innocent people.

"My hero, those people are bandits from Heihu Village in Evil Tiger Mountain thirty miles ahead. Some time ago, Shen Heihu, the leader of their village, robbed Yunyun, the girl from our village, and gave Yunyun to the largest village within three hundred miles. The bandit leader Tu Mo was a tough girl. Before he was raped, Tu Mo drank too much and stabbed him with scissors. Later, he was raped and killed by the furious Tu Mo. Shen Heihu was raped by Tu Mo because of this. Reprimanded, and then Shen Heihu held a grudge in his heart, and then he massacred the village."

"How many villages does the bandit leader Tu Mo manage?" Xu Zifan asked. He wanted to know more clearly and then take action.

"Great hero, there is only one Tu Moe Guan full in a radius of three hundred miles. He commands forty-eight villages, and countless villages around him are bullied by him. However, we and other small people in the mountains are so weak that even if we fight to the death, we can't even hurt a single hair on him. .”

Many villagers talked to each other, telling each other about the miserable life and the ferocity of the bandits. Xu Zifan probably understood and prepared to leave.

"My hero, I see that you are planning to punish these evil people, but you must not go there. They are numerous, powerful, and cunning. It is too dangerous to go there!"

"Yes, hero, although we want to take revenge and kill all those evil people, you saved us and are our savior. We can't watch you jump into the fire pit."

"Hero, don't go. In the past, there were young heroes who wanted to do chivalry, but they were all killed by the mountain leaders. Just two months ago, Tu Mo killed a family of five in another village. I heard that there were A hero went to Tu Mo to argue, but Tu Mo skinned him and gave him cramps, and now the human skin is still floating on the flagpole in Tu Mo's village!"

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Everyone was trying to persuade Xu Zifan not to take revenge, fearing that something might happen to Xu Zifan.

Xu Zifan also understood what everyone meant, smiled and told everyone not to worry, and then he left.

Evil Tiger Mountain is so named because the mountain looks like an evil tiger lying on the ground ready to pounce on food.

In Black Tiger Village, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like rivers. There was no ferocious look on the faces of the villains anymore, only looks of fear.

"Don't come here,...ah..." Silver figures were criss-crossing, the sword energy was whistling, and a series of afterimages flashed and disappeared. The sword light seemed to come from hell, leaving only blood and corpses on the ground wherever it passed. , the mountain bandits were terrified, as if seeing ghosts and gods, and finally some people broke down, knelt on the ground, and swore to Xu Zifan to beg for mercy.

The bloody light rushed up and flew three feet away. Xu Zifan's heart was as strong as iron and he fought for his life with his sword.

Half an hour later, the entire Black Tiger Village, including the leader Shen Heihu, a second-rate master, and all the bandits died under his sword.

In the next ten days, Hungryang Gang, Manniu Mountain, Jade Ridge... including Tu Mo, a stronghold where a top-notch expert lived, a total of forty-eight strongholds, were all eliminated.

According to local legend, Tu Mo committed many evil deeds and the gods were not angry with him. A silver-clad sword immortal descended to the realm and eradicated all evildoers.

At this time, Xu Zifan had already arrived at Kunlun Snow Mountain. He came here to find an adventure.