Chapter Sixteen: The Aura of Murder Permeates, Sword Energy Soars into the Heavens

  On that day, he had seen the Silver Gun Elder's move to kill the enemy with his bare hands, and naturally, he was not unfamiliar with this move. "Bloody Silver Gun Elder's Twenty-First Move" Sunset Arrow", it was with this move that the Silver Gun Elder killed a disciple of the Cuiyun Sect! Later, when he was dying, he saved himself and killed Cheng Man, also using this double gun move to turn into a dragon and save Bai Zhuye. At that moment, he exclaimed: "Senior, be careful, your hands..." But before his voice fell, He Yanzhuo's sword had already accurately and surely chopped down on Bai Zhuye. Although Bai Zhuye was weak all over, he still understood the situation at the scene, and could only close his eyes in pain, not bearing to see Quandao Furen sacrifice herself to save him. Just then, a sudden and unexpected sound of metal clashing came from outside, and Bai Zhuye hastily opened his eyes to look. Quandao Furen's hands were perfectly fine! Clang... With a flip of her wrist, a clear and crisp sound rang out, and on each of her hands was a golden piece!

  This was the curved knife that Madame Wan herself wielded, a pair of blood-spinning golden curved knives. She had just hidden them in her sleeves and used this trick again, and another pair of bloody silver guns shot out, killing four disciples of the Qingcheng Sect. She drew out two knives to block He Yan's long sword. The blood-spinning golden curved knife was only about half a foot long, with a golden glow all over its body, and the back of the knife was only five inches thick, in a semi-circular shape, without any particularly remarkable features. However, Chu Jiu knew that Madame Wan relied on this pair of blood-spinning golden curved knives to dominate the Ten Great Elders of the Demon Sect. Who dared to underestimate her? Although she had also mastered the silver gun technique, it was after all something she hadn't touched in nearly thirty years. How could it compare to the pair of blood-spinning golden curved knives that she had practiced every day for thirty days? Now that she drew out her knife, a flurry of knives counterattacked, and her power suddenly increased greatly. He Yan's entire body was covered with sword marks...

  He Chongbao couldn't help but feel ashamed after being tricked by the "Hidden Dagger in the Sleeve" move twice in a row. However, he saw that the curved knife in Madame's hand was even more powerful than the Blood Silver Gun from earlier! He himself had used seven swords in a row, yet he still couldn't get within half a step of her. He feared that if they continued to fight, he wouldn't be able to withstand her either.

  However, he is a contemporary hero, how can he care about life and death? When thinking of charging forward with his sword again, he heard the crying voice of his own disciple beside him. He looked around and saw that among the twenty-four disciples from Qingcheng and Cangshan schools who had come up to the floor, nine people had been killed or injured by Madame Wan Dao, White Bamboo Leaf had killed two people, Xiaoqing and Lin Meng'er together killed one person, and twelve people had already died or were injured. How could the remaining twelve people dare to move forward? They all stared at their master, standing still with swords in hand, no longer attacking!

  On the other side, Bai Zhu Ye was also struggling to breathe, Xiao Qing's injuries were severe and he had no more strength to fight. Lin Meng Er was covered in blood stains on her white clothes, her hair disheveled. Liu Hei Meng was shocked, seeing that the fighting in the arena had stopped, quickly turned around, protected himself with his twin bells, and retreated back to Lie Huo Chi Yan's side. Chu Jiu didn't want to die together with him, nor did he chase after him. Moreover, even if he chased after him, he couldn't catch up to Liu Hei Meng whose martial arts skills were far superior to his own. Chu Jiu thought to himself that as he floated past the body of the Qing Cheng disciple who had two silver spears stuck in his chest, he casually pulled them out and now held a pair of silver spears in his hand. The surrounding disciples, with their lowly martial arts skills, couldn't stop him, they only felt a flash of the silver spears before their eyes!

  On the ninth day, Hei Kung respectfully returned the silver spear to Lady Wan Dao. The spearhead still had blood on it, and Lady Wan Dao's eyes turned red as she stretched out both hands to receive it, saying "thank you". As for the disciples of Qingcheng Sect, it goes without saying that they were not pleased with Hei Kung. These Xuantian Sect disciples who had been with him for two days also didn't have any affection for him. When Hei Kung saw Lie Chi Duo still standing there calmly, he knew that as a sect leader, his martial arts skills were probably several times higher than his own. If he were to make a move, the disciples of both their sects would already be in trouble.

  So he was furious and shouted loudly: "Lie Zhengmen, can you bear to see your disciples die? In fact, during these twelve years, the disciples of Congtou Sect have not been seen either.

  Liet Red Flame had just exchanged blows with Wu Gou Elder, although only a dozen moves were made, the ferocity and danger of the exchange, the high level of the realm, was far above that of everyone else.

  He had just formed the eighth heavy boundary of "Seven Sorrow Seven Residual Sword", and tried his hand, but the sword trick was so lethal that he was surprised and delighted in his heart. However, when he saw that everyone had stopped fighting, he turned around to see that their side had suffered such heavy casualties, which was beyond his expectation. He let out a sigh, waved his hand backwards, and one of his disciples came forward, presenting him with a sword. It was the fourth brother who presented the sword, a long sword specially used for managing the fierce red flame, earlier it was not taken out, but the sword in the hands of the sword presenter was actually the personal sword of the fierce red flame.

  Wu Gou and Madame Yanjian exchanged a glance, both seeing terror in each other's eyes as Lie Chiyan finally drew his sword.

  "This sword of mine is called Pursuing Soul, three feet and three inches long, seven inches wide, and weighs seven pounds and seven ounces. It was forged by the former master of the 'Crazy Rain Sword Forge' in Liangzhou, Western Regions, a generation ago. He traveled all over the world to find the meteorite that fell from the sky on the top of Mount Qilian, and before forging the sword, he drank the blood of 49 people to boost his energy! And after 49 days of forging, this northwest's number one swordsmith actually died with a smile due to exhaustion!" Leng Chi Yan finished speaking, slightly raised his hand, and after a loud dragon roar, he had already drawn out the long sword. The sword indeed had an extraordinary aura, its body coiled by dragons and serpents, surrounded by a thin mist.

  On the ninth day, he saw a soft sentiment in his eyes, but continued to stare at the sword and said: "However, the Soul-Chasing Ancient Sword has not drunk human blood for eighteen years! I didn't expect that the virtuous couple would be so lucky, being the first on the rivers and lakes to witness this Soul-Chasing Ancient Sword after eighteen years. Even if they die, they should feel content!" His voice was still soft, but there was no room for rebuttal. The Curved Knife Lady had already stood alongside her husband, with a pair of golden curved knives pointing outward, while her husband's iron hook spear pointed northwest and inserted

  "Little brother, take them away quickly!" Wu Gou Lao said coldly as he turned his head back, speaking in a low tone. He had used all his strength just now, but still couldn't gain the upper hand against Lie Chi Yan, who was unarmed. Now, even with his wife joining forces with him, they were no match for Lie Chi Yan's Soul-Tracking Ancient Sword, and the two major demonic sects...

  He Hao exploded and was surrounded by the remaining disciples, Chu Jiu, Lin Qing'er, Bai Zhu Ye, and Xiao Qing. Liu Hei Meng stood beside his senior brother, ready to act together.

  Liu Hei's face turned savage: "You killed so many of our disciples and think you can just leave? What a cheap trick!"

  "Haha, Lietuo has never misjudged anyone in his life. Unexpectedly, he was wrong about you, young man!" Lietuo Chiyan suddenly said. He Yanzhuo exploded...

  At this moment, there was blood and sweat on his face. As he wiped it away, the black mud on his face also fell off, revealing his healthy skin underneath. Although not all of it was exposed, Lie Chi Yan already knew that this young man had undergone a disguise. He thought back to many things and suddenly everything made sense!

  He gave a cold glance, sweeping his gaze over to the ninth, and continued: "It must have been you two. You were at the Yangtze River, colluding with the Silver Gun Elder of the demonic sect, killing my sect's disciples, helping Huang Zhi stab again, killing my Sheng Master Brother and five other disciples, and bringing the bloody silver guns to the Heavenly Pit. And it was also you who informed Wu Gou and Wan Dao, two elders, allowing them to avoid being pursued by the top masters of the four major sects, and gave the Silver Gun to Wan Dao's wife!"

  His voice was icy cold, as if it came from hell. He had already set his mind to kill the young people including Chu Jiu, no longer pretending to be kind and righteous.

  "Not bad, or this curved knife stinky old woman personally received the yellow silver old man, must personally give her a thick burial for that old lover! Letting Huang's corpse float in the river, it's definitely only you guys who have no relation to him doing such a thing!"

  Liu Hei Meng suddenly understood, he was not a fool. He said: "He now has the Eldest Martial Brother to solve the mystery, and then continued to infer: 'My mountain's 26th disciple was killed by a sword through his heart, it was this girl's gift, and my sect's 'Cold Sword' killed Huang Langzi, the third disciple of the Yellow Wolf Sect, with a sword energy that took his life. But you were the one who actually killed him! Today I finally understand some things, how can I let you go?! He shouted loudly and rushed over: "You little brat, come and take your death!"

  On the other side, Lie Chi Yan was also a peerless soul-chasing ancient sword. With a clear hum, he charged towards Wu Gou Long Lao and Wan Dao Furen, starting another battle, different from the previous one.

  On the ninth day, a sigh was heard. This fierce and brilliant martial artist's skills were high, but his thoughts were also so meticulous that he had already guessed seven or eight parts of his own master's siblings' affairs.

  But with his skills, even if he were the number one in martial arts among the disciples of Mount Qingcheng, even if he used all his strength