Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Deep in the Blood River Sect, Patriarch Qin Changhe was sitting in the main hall.

The main color of this hall is red, the walls are red, the pillars are red, and the table and chair decorations are also red, as if they have been soaked in a pool of blood, plus the evil spirit of blood here, it looks very evil .

As the patriarch of the Blood River Sect, Qin Changhe is also the incumbent suzerain. He has not abdicated for more than 60 years, and even his grandson is in his 30s.

His son is now the young suzerain, already over [-] years old, this is unique in the entire Shenzhe Continent, other sects have never had such a situation.

Speaking of which, Qin Changhe was originally a monk of the righteous way, but his bloodthirsty nature was not tolerated by the righteous way, so the Blood River Sect became a demon sect.

An elder walked slowly into the hall and bowed respectfully.

"Sovereign, Zhao Xuanming has already entered the outer sect, and now he has beheaded the Sixth Elder Wang Wu, and he may enter soon."

Qin Changhe nodded slightly, and was not at all surprised when he heard this.

The death of an elder seems to be a normal thing for him to eat and drink.

"Wang Wu was not killed by Zhao Xuanming, but because he betrayed the Blood River Sect. He must be tolerated by us. His death deserves more than justification."

After hearing these words, the elder was shocked, but he didn't say much.

"Okay, send a few disciples to lure him and bring him into the Bloody Clothes Pavilion. It's best to catch him alive." Qin Changhe ordered lightly.

"Yes."

After the elder left, Qin Changhe murmured: "I didn't expect that child back then to have been promoted to such a level, and he was personally taught by Ye Chen, but no matter how you practice, you will still fall into my trap." hands."

As soon as his voice fell, a young man in his 30s walked out of the inner room.

This is Qin Changhe's grandson, Qin Xin. Although he doesn't have any real power, he can still be regarded as the young ancestor of the Blood River Sect, with a very high status.

"Grandpa, let me finish this evil son with my own hands, so that no future troubles will be left!" Qin Xin said coldly.

Qin Changhe hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

At this time, Zhao Xuanming stared at Wang Wu's body for a long time, but he couldn't see how he died. Those disciples were also just waiting to die, and they couldn't provide any useful information at all.

Now he can only take one step at a time.

The entire outer sect of the Blood River Sect has almost been emptied, and it was originally only a second-rate sect with a small scale.

With such a huge outer door, not even a single person can be seen, which is really a bit scary.

Going deeper all the way, Zhao Xuanming gradually came to the inner door.

"who!"

Two Blood River Sect disciples discovered Zhao Xuanming's existence, immediately drew their swords to question, and were ready to strike at any time.

"The one who killed you."

Zhao Xuanming didn't intend to talk nonsense, he quickly drew out his sword, and cut off the heads of the two in an instant.

Continue to walk forward, there are still groups of disciples in front, but the number is rare, and they are walking towards the inside.

This is not like the atmosphere in a normal sect at all, it seems a bit weird, but he doesn't doubt it too much.

The Blood River Sect is originally an evil sect, which is completely different from the mainstream of the Jianghu sect, and there is no reason at all.

Walking all the way forward, killing one person in ten steps, killing a bloody path, and killing all the way to the front of a tall building.

The three big characters "Blood Clothes Pavilion" came into view. This seemed to be where the high-level officials of the Blood River Sect were located. He walked in slowly without thinking much.

"The hatred of killing relatives is not shared, so don't let any of you run away today!"

With hatred in his heart, Zhao Xuanming clenched his Zhenwu sword tightly and strode in.

This building occupies a very large area. Just after entering the gate, there is a spacious hall in front, but there is no one here, and it is very quiet.

The surrounding walls are bright red, the tables and chairs are red, and there is a picture scroll on the screen, the dark sky, the sun is blood red, and the blood flowing in the river is like charcoal.

Zhao Xuanming frowned slightly, feeling a little weird, even if the layout here was strange, it was still so quiet, as if they had learned the news in advance and ran away in a hurry.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came.

"You want revenge, don't you? But a simple-minded trash is not qualified for revenge, only the chance of being killed."

"Who!"

Zhao Xuanming glanced around, the voice came through the wall, as if it was behind a screen.

Who is this behind-the-scenes person? The voice is still very young, and it doesn't look like the suzerain himself.

"After all, you are still too simple. Even if you kill you, it's not worth going out to show off. It's really disappointing."

A sigh came again, and it was the same person just now, but this time it changed direction, as if it came from outside the door.

Zhao Xuanming looked around, and suddenly he found that his meridians were blocked, his internal energy could not be mobilized quickly, and his strength was actually suppressed.

This situation is a bit weird, now that he is already in the formation, he himself doesn't know how to enter the formation.

"If you want to fight, you can fight. You have already come, but you hide your head and show your tail. It really makes people look down!" Zhao Xuanming said coldly.

And the man quickly responded to him.

"I have already come to you, but you still can't find it. This is not my problem. If you want to blame it, it's your blindness."

After the words fell, Zhao Xuanming quickly found someone behind him.

And when he just sensed it, it was already a bit late.

A thin sword pierced his back, just piercing his weak spot.

This sword didn't seem to want to take his life, but was just playing with it deliberately.

The rapier was pulled out with a "poof", and a young man in his 30s walked out slowly, wiping the blood on Zhao Xuanming's body with the rapier in great fun.

"Go to hell!"

In a hurry, Zhao Xuanming had to mobilize [-]% of his strength, and punched out suddenly.

However, the young man in front of him was already at the seventh level of the Martial King, and his strength was not suppressed at all.

This punch was easily dodged, and Zhao Xuanming even tore the wound.

"You want to avenge my grandfather, don't you? You don't have the qualifications yet, even if you are given another 100 years, you still won't be able to do it!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Xuanming understood that the person in front of him was Qin Xin, the grandson of Qin Changhe, who had never imagined that his cultivation had reached such a high level.

"Since I can't see him, I'll take back a little interest from him first."

Zhao Xuanming took out a few bottles of pills from his pocket, swallowed them all at once, and forcibly suppressed the wound, in order to use his sword skills to kill Qin Xin quickly.

However, just as he made a move, he was predicted the next move in advance. He was hit on the wrist with a palm, and the long sword fell out of his hand.