I want to plunder the heavens

Chapter 181
The snow is like a knife, using the earth as an anvil.

A middle-aged man in his forties half-kneeled on the white snow.

At this moment, his hands were firmly grasping a bare, patterned red sword on his chest.

The corner of the mouth slightly murmured: "Jian Liu... Man..."

Before he could stop talking, he saw the scarlet long sword being pulled out sharply, spraying waves of blood.

Then the mysterious murderer picked up the sword beside the dead man and left without looking back.

However, right after the mysterious man left, dozens of strong men in mink fur coats appeared in the distance.

Among them was a young man about nine feet tall, with a seemingly ordinary long sword on his waist, but the scattered fierce sword energy was obviously a bit unusual.

At this time, he slowly got off his mount and walked into the snow field that had been stained red by several corpses.

The accompanying people retreated to the two sides in an orderly manner.

"Little young master, please mourn!"

There was a voice from the crowd, and an old man who was as hungry as a stick walked out and continued: "Although the suzerain has passed away, the murderer must not be far away."

"Not necessarily!" The young man called Young Master interrupted.

There was no sadness in those cold eyes, as if the person who died in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"No matter how good this person's qinggong is, it's still difficult for him to leave no footprints in the snow."

The only possibility is to have a mount like a bird. "

"In addition, judging from the current situation, this person has been away for about half an hour and is definitely no longer within the nearby radius."

At this point, the young master's tone suddenly paused, a sinister smile appeared on his stern face, and he continued: "However, due to the heavy snow, it will be difficult to leave our territory in a short period of time."

"Beihu, you go everywhere to convey my order now: if there are any suspected people coming in and out, check them out closely, especially those with mounts!"

Finished.

The little young master turned around to leave, but a voice came from behind his ears.

"Young Master..." However, just as the attendant was halfway through his words, he was abruptly held back by a pair of icy eyes.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly changed his words: "Sovereign, what should we do with these corpses?"

"Take it back!" The young master was obviously a little impatient.

"Young Master, wait a minute, come and have a look!"

Unexpectedly, Hu Lao's frightened sound came from behind again.

"It's raining!"

"Sixth Sword? Rain?" The little young master stopped, and his voice was slightly frightened: "How could it be possible to appear here? Could it be that he came back..."

The scene fell into deathly silence, except for the biting sound of the cold wind.

"Nimma, what the hell is the weather, labor and capital are about to freeze to death!"

In a small town, uninterrupted curses could be faintly heard.

This place is filled with tourists who were blocked by the wind and snow. It seems extremely crowded, but extremely lively.

There were more than a dozen escort vehicles covered with straw mats piled in the yard, covered with snow.

A dart flag trimmed with silver threads was slanted on the eaves on the east side. It was blown loudly in the cold wind, making it difficult to tell what was embroidered on it.

In the restaurant in front of the inn, big men in sheepskin coats came in and out from time to time, with their thighs on the benches, gulping down the spirits in their bowls.

One of them, a black-faced old man, was carrying a package wrapped in yellow cloth on his back.

Halfway through the wine, there was a burst of noise outside the inn door.

"Where is the beggar coming from, get out!"

The shop owner has a black and white macaque on his shoulder. His behavior is extremely disgusting and his attitude can be described as bad.

And right in front of him stood a young man in his early twenties.

Unkempt and unkempt, his body is as thin as a monkey, but his eyes are extraordinarily bright.

At this time, the young man was wearing a shabby street sackcloth, which seemed to have no effect on keeping warm.

He tightened the long rag bag on his shoulder, took out a bright yellow gold bar from his pocket, and asked, "Is this enough?"

There was no trace of anxiety on the young man's face, because he knew that there were not many things in this world that could not be bought with money.

"Enough, enough, please come in!" The shop owner who got into money's eyes seemed to be a different person, looking extremely flirtatious.

But when the shop owner was checking the account books, his voice suddenly sounded again.

"May I ask, what is the name of the guest official? Where did you come from? Where are you planning to go back?"

"You also want to take care of this?" The young man's eyes were unpretentious, calm as water.

"How dare you! The shop is also forced to do so!" The shop owner hastily explained.

It was only from his mouth that I learned the ins and outs of the matter.

Within a hundred miles, due to being covered by snow all year round, a powerful bandit was born in a short period of time. They called themselves Snow Mountain Sect.

All the surrounding towns that can be counted are all conquered and governed by them.

And just some time ago, their suzerain was killed on the way. In order to find out the murderer, they blocked the way out and conducted a strict investigation.

"Oh, are there any clues left by the murderer?" The young man asked curiously.

The shop owner said: "I really don't know about this, but I have a cousin in the Snow Mountain Sect, and I heard some gossip from him."

Having said this, the store owner showed a look that you know.

The meaning is needless to say, that is, if you give money, I will tell you the gossip.

The young man was not stingy, and took out another golden bar from his pocket with a smile.

The owner of the shop who saw the money eye was about to slap the table and stand up.

You must know that one gold bar is equivalent to 100 taels, which is equivalent to several days of income.

It is rare to meet such a heroic guest, especially in this remote snowy mountain.

After receiving the money, it is natural to behave well, whispering in the young man's ear: "I heard that the murderer is the Nine Demons of Sword!"

However, after he finished speaking, the performance of the young man in front of him was different from what he had imagined.

She was so calm, without any expression change, her eyes were still as calm as water.

"Sword Nine Demons!" Such a vicious name, in Jianghu, no one knows, no one knows.

If not dead, he is probably the closest to the way of the sword.

Enlightenment and transformation into a fairy, this is also the realm that people in the Jianghu hope to achieve.

It's just that everything is too ethereal and empty.

Rumor has it that this person has created nine styles of supreme swordsmanship, and possesses nine peerless famous swords, killing people with just one strike, and the speed is extremely fast, making it impossible to see his strikes clearly.

Its superb swordsmanship is regarded as No.1 in the Jianghu, so it is nicknamed "Sword Nine Demons"!
And the master of Xueshan Sect died in the sixth form of the nine forms of supreme swordsmanship.

A sharp attack, with one sword can turn ten thousand swords, is like a torrential rain.

Those who receive this trick will have hundreds of holes in their bodies, and finally bleed to death.

Therefore, the people in the Jianghu sent the six sword styles-manyu, which is the starting sword style of all sword moves.

It's just that it is said that the Nine Sword Demons have passed away, and the whereabouts of the Peerless Nine Swords are still unknown.

Now that the Nine Styles of Supreme Swordsmanship has reappeared in the world, I don't know how much trouble it will stir up.

(End of this chapter)