Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Su Muyu had no choice but to lower his body. His attack rhythm was suddenly interrupted by the inexplicable breath that made people feel righteous.

At this moment, the rain suddenly became very heavy, as if the whole world was submerged in a vast ocean.

The big raindrops fell on the eaves with a crackling sound, as if they were going to destroy the whole world.

However, in this clamor, Su Muyu could clearly hear the sound of his own breathing.

He held the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes sharp and firm.

He knew that the young opponent in front of him was very powerful, but he did not intend to retreat at all.

On the contrary, a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart, and he was determined to compete with the opponent.

"Boy, what is your kung fu?" Su Muyu said in a low voice, with a hint of majesty and provocation in his voice.

He wanted to test the opponent's background in this way and understand the origin of his martial arts.

In the distance, the second uncle, Wen Hujiu, looked at the scene in front of him with a surprised look.

He muttered to himself: "Good fellow, our Wen family has been using poison for generations. When will someone practice such righteous kung fu?"

He was very satisfied with his nephew's performance and couldn't help but drink a mouthful of wine.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Wen Jiutian did something that made everyone dumbfounded.

He looked gentle, and then said loudly and seriously: "What is the way, can't you see it? This is the righteousness! I am cultivating the righteousness of the Confucian school!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wen Jiutian stretched his hand back and pulled out the Bloodthirsty Demon Knife.

The knife was as black as ink, flashing a heart-pounding cold light.

He held the handle tightly, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

"Boy, it will hurt a little later~ But don't move around, if you accidentally tear the wound, the blood will not stop flowing!" Wen Jiutian deliberately teased.

However, when he saw his opponent pull out a black knife, Su Muyu's face instantly became solemn.

He knew very well how powerful this black knife was, so he immediately retreated several meters and stared at Wen Jiutian vigilantly, not daring to relax at all.

However, with Su Muyu's speed, he couldn't dodge at all.

Before he could stabilize his body, the next moment, Wen Jiutian appeared behind him.

Then, he gently raised the Bloodthirsty Sword and passed it across Su Muyu's thigh. The speed was so fast that the latter had no time to dodge.

"Hiss——"

Su Muyu laughed in anger.

"Who...are you?"

Su Muyu woke up at this moment. This Wen Jiutian was definitely not an unknown person. With such a body movement, such speed, and that deep sense of fear.

All of this meant that this person's cultivation was far superior to his own, and the scary thing was that he couldn't see through it at all...

Seeing a wound on his thigh, and feeling that a lot of blood in his body seemed to be sucked by the knife that seemed to be emitting golden light.

He thought to himself that everything on this kid seemed to be righteous, but in fact, it was all the means of the Demon Cult.

Could it be that he was from the Heaven Beyond Heaven?

Without thinking too much, Su Muyu quickly dodged and jumped ten meters away in an instant, but he only felt the pain of the wound.

"You... Are you from the Heaven Beyond Heaven?" Su Muyu's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his lips trembled slightly.

However, before he finished speaking, he felt a piercing chill from the other thigh, followed by a sharp pain, as if something was tearing his muscles and bones.

This pain made him almost unbearable, but he clenched his teeth and forced himself not to make a sound.

He wanted to run, but he couldn't run away at all. The opponent's speed was too fast!

After a few rounds, Su Muyu felt dizzy, as if all the blood in his body had been drained.

Wen Jiutian said nothing, and used a knife to cut scars on Su Muyu's thighs and arms, with a cold and firm expression.

This made Su Muyu sigh at the man's cruelty.

In fact, Wen Jiutian didn't want to do this.

He was just an ordinary boy, living in this world, hoping to live a peaceful life.

But fate always seemed to like to play tricks on people, involving him in one dispute after another.

Every battle was a torture to his soul, making him gradually become cold and ruthless.

Finally, Wen Jiutian spread his hands helplessly and sighed: "Brother, you should go back quickly. When you recover from your injuries and regain your strength, come back to find me.

Remember, my name is Wen Jiutian, and I am a three-good student." After saying that, he turned around and ignored the people behind him.Su Muyu.

At the same time, two mysterious figures in white quietly appeared beside Su Muyu. They quickly helped Su Muyu up and then disappeared into the distance with him.

At this time, Su Muyu's face was still pale and bloodless, looking like a poor man who was malnourished, thin and weak.

In the distance, Wen Hujiu was cursing.

"I am embarrassed to say that this man is my nephew. Even if he uses poison, it is more upright than your method, right?"

At the same time, on the other side.

Two teenagers were lying in a hidden position on the high wall.

One of the young men holding a spear grabbed the other's arm and said: "Bai Dongjun, you said that the man in black clothes with a knife is your cousin?"

At this time, Baili Dongjun smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, it's my damn cousin!"

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng was furious and said with contempt: "He is so evil!"

The two people who witnessed the whole process, especially Sikong Changfeng, couldn't help but complain in their hearts, "This is worse than the devil, how can there be such a shameless person in the world?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Bai Dongjun who was upright and simple beside him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"God closed a window for your family, and must have opened a door in another place."

Looking at Baili Dongjun's innocent face, Sikong Changfeng suddenly felt that he seemed to have a deeper understanding of this world.

"You can't judge a person by his appearance..." He sighed.

Baili Dongjun looked at him helplessly, thinking: "My cousin is like this, sometimes he makes people speechless, but sometimes he can also bring us surprises."

"Next time we meet, don't mess with him. My cousin's poison skills are the best in the world, no one can match him. When I was a child, I suffered a lot."

"He didn't even use his real powerful poison, so the man holding the umbrella retreated. It was good luck, otherwise he wouldn't know how he died."

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng took a breath.

Before he finished speaking, he heard a noise in the courtyard.