Chapter 127 The Best Master in the World. (Fourth Change! Beg for the First Order!)

By this time twilight had fallen.

lotus pond.

Countless paper money swirls and floats like a shower.

Jiao Pu put away the folding fan with a livid face. Not far away, Bai Kuang was like a piece of burnt porcelain, with cracks all over his body. After a while, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and it exploded with a loud bang, and was wiped out in ashes!

"How is junior brother Wen?" He turned his head and asked.

Not far away, Lu Fujiang shook his head slightly and sighed: "The soul is gone, I can't live anymore."

Beside him, stood Dong Caiwei and Junior Sister An, the two women's dresses were stained with blood, and Dong Caiwei had two wounds on her arms, both of whom were in a state of distress. The only remaining male cultivator who was still alive was also covered in blood and was just in shock.

"Both..." Jiao Pu was about to speak, when the moonlight in the midair suddenly condensed into a beam of light and threw it on the surface of the pool not far away.

This scene only appeared for a short moment, and then returned to normal.

But the next moment, the pool of blood, which was originally full of stumps and broken arms, suddenly turned without wind, and soon, a huge vortex appeared on the surface of the water.

Everyone was stunned, Dong Caiwei had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out: "Could it be that the treasure house..."

She stopped abruptly before she finished speaking, and looked at her companion with expectations and surprises in her eyes.

The vortex became bigger and bigger, almost stirring the entire lotus pond, and the strong suction made Jiao Pu and his party's clothes flutter.

Not long after, a trace appeared in the center, which seemed to be the gate of the treasure house. Seeing this, they were about to fly down to check, but who knew, a smear of blood suddenly appeared in the vortex.

Immediately, a fierce sword light slashed towards the Huxin Pavilion!

The sword light burst out, and the blood was violent, like a river of blood rolling backwards.

Jiao Pu and the others lost their souls, and they had no time to think, so they could only rely on their instincts to dodge crazily.

brush! brush! brush!

An unmanned blood sword slashed three times in a row before it jumped into the air, quietly bathing in the moonlight.

"Junior Sister An!" After all, Jiao Pu and Lu Fujiang are at the ninth level of Qi training, and at the critical moment, they used various methods to escape from birth. Lu Fujiang even tried to get injured, and pulled Dong Caiwei to save her from death.

It's just that the male cultivators and Junior Sister An in the team are not so lucky.

The male cultivator's entire body was cut into smooth and neat pieces, scattered all over the floor. Junior Sister An was split obliquely, one left and one right, and lined up on both sides of the Huxin Pavilion, and Dong Caiwei's head and head were splashed with hot blood.

The vitality of the monk was far stronger than that of ordinary people. The male cultivator was killed on the spot, but Junior Sister An was still able to move. She stretched out her hand to Dong Caiwei, and her pupils that began to slacken were filled with the desire to survive.

Dong Caiwei couldn't help crying, "Junior Sister..."

She tightly clenched her fists, suppressed the churning emotions in her heart, and suddenly looked up into the air.

I saw that the whole body of the blood sword was crimson purple, like dried blood stains, surrounded by a strong bloody aura, looking carefully, it seemed that there were thousands of resentful souls wrapped in it, making a silent roar. But at this time, the vortex in the pool had already calmed down, all the blood was gone, and there was only a clear pool with long ripples, reflecting the sword body.

Jiao Pu's face was pale, and he said via voice transmission: "Separate and escape!"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was filled with blood, and he had already used the blood-burning method to escape for his life.

It's just that Lu Fujiang grabbed Dong Caiwei's kung fu, and before he had time to make a move, the sword body reflected on the surface of the pool suddenly jumped up, turning into ten and ten, and instantly forming a sword array with strong sword energy, surrounding the three of them.

Lu Fujiang's complexion changed, and Jiao Pu also stopped in an instant, only to avoid being chopped into minced meat by the sword array.

The two looked at each other, but before they could come up with any countermeasures, the blood sword suddenly moved slightly, and a pair of blood-colored eyes opened out of nowhere on the left and right sides of the hilt, and a young man's clear voice came out: "You are not from the Han family, Who allowed you to trespass here?"

"Senior, we..." Jiao Pu was about to plead guilty when he heard the words, but the blood sword said immediately: "Whoever trespasses on the treasury of the Han family will die! However, since I have something for you to do now, it is not impossible to let you Make atonement."

"Senior, please give me instructions!" At this moment, the three of Jiao Pu naturally did not dare to bargain, and immediately bowed respectfully.

Xue Jian was a little satisfied, and continued: "My master Han Sigu, because he heard that the family was going from bad to worse, he came all the way back to sit in the clan, but he didn't want to be taken advantage of by the cursed ghost, so that the village changed...I want you to help me find the real one. Master, help him to slay cursed ghosts and achieve the foundation of heaven and earth!"

The way of heaven...

When the three of them heard the words, they all showed signs of shock. Jiao Pu narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but ask: "The fate of Wan Feihai ten years ago fell into the hands of Senior Brother Han Sigu?"

"Dare to ask...Your Excellency." Before knowing the identity of the blood sword, the three called them seniors.

Now that he knew it belonged to Han Sigu, Lu Fujiang said at this moment, "Where is Senior Brother Han now? After all, the world is so big, if you don't know where Senior Brother is at all, how can you find it?" I have done nothing, I have never seen my senior brother..."

Xue Jian interrupted impatiently: "The master is in this villa, but the curse ghost is the same as his cultivation base and sword intent... Damn it, I am a sword spirit and not a human being. Look at you human beings." They all have two eyes and one mouth, what's the difference? In the past, the owner was identified by the contract of life and sword intent. As a result, when the curse ghost appeared, for several years, I still couldn't figure out who was the real owner. , what if the master is killed by mistake!"

"May I ask your Excellency, what is Brother Han's temperament, and what are his hobbies?" Dong Caiwei thought for a while and asked in a deep voice.

"My master has a gentle and honest temperament, compassion for the weak, and is the most kind." Xue Jian said, "I still remember that when I was born with wisdom, I was very weak. It was the master who worked tirelessly, fearless of danger, and regardless of life and death. In this town, more than ten thousand living beings feed on my blood, so that I survived, instead of gradually weakening and dying due to lack of blood and food like other weapons produced in the same furnace."

"At that time, the master's cultivation base was not high, and one of the monks in the town was as strong as the master. The master fought hard with him and survived a near death. After the tragic victory, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and his robes seemed to be fished out of blood. It's the same as it came."

"Even so, the master still insisted on slaughtering the entire town, and took me to hide in a secluded place, before fainting in peace..."

"Since I was born, the master has lived in the open air and cut down on food and clothing, but he has never wronged me."

"Even if the Han family is the master's blood relatives, in the mind of the master, they are far less important than me!"

As Xue Jian said, his tone was tinged with sadness, "It's a pity that the curse ghost is cunning, knowing that he is not my opponent who joined forces with the master, and pretended to be the master to deceive me."

"I don't know how the master is doing these days."

"How are you doing? Did you feel wronged... The master is a sword cultivator. Without me by my side, my strength will be greatly reduced. I'm afraid it will be very inconvenient."

"As for hobbies..."

Xue Jian pondered for a while, and said decisively, "Master's biggest hobby is to take good care of me."

Three people: "..."

Jiao Pu sighed, and said quietly: "Your Excellency, we are already very aware of Senior Brother Han's gentleness and kindness. Please open the sword formation, and we will go find Senior Brother Han for you, how about it?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Xue Jian said disdainfully, "After opening the sword array, what should you do if you leave? Since there are three of you, two of you should stay as hostages, and it's fine to go find it alone. I don’t want you to take action, I just need to help me confirm who is the master!”

The blade of the sword tapped lightly in mid-air, "Who stays, who seeks?"