Before the empress goes dark, adopt her as a villain

Zhao Heihu is a cultivator of the Cutting Pulse Realm. He is in the extreme realm of humanity, and his physical fitness has reached the peak of a mortal!

His strong muscles trembled and stopped suddenly when he ran in front of Ning Wuxie.

The huge right fist was as hard as iron, and it was rounded and hit Ning Wuxie in the face!

The bones of a cultivator in the Defeating Pulse Realm are hard and the muscles are strong. If this punch, which is full of power like a bow, hits Ning Wuxie firmly, it should end the battle directly!

Ning Wuxie's current level is lower than his, and his physical fitness is not very strong. He must not take this blow forcefully! You can only avoid the edge temporarily.

As Ning Wuxie retreated, he turned his head to avoid this terrifying punch.

The fiery wind of the fist brushed against the side of his face, causing his ears to hurt!

But at the same time, the long knife in his hand also moved, the cold light deflected, and struck Zhao Heihu's arm from bottom to top.

Seeing this, Zhao Heihu's first reaction was not fear, but surprise!

At this time, he was even more sure that Ning Wuxie was just an ordinary mortal with some skills!

Doesn't he know? Entering the realm of cutting pulses, the cultivator's skin and flesh become invulnerable!

When this knife is struck, it won't be my arm that will be broken, but your knife!

When the other gangsters saw this scene, their plans to grease their feet and run away stopped, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"This silly boy is really just a mortal with no cultivation, and he actually stabbed Brother Tiger with a knife."

"Yeah, I'm so shocked. I didn't know that our brother Hu is a monk in the human realm."

"Haha, he's dead after all this. Brother Tiger crushing him to death is as easy as crushing an ant to death!"

Zhao Heihu thought the same thing, with a cruel smile on his face, and his outstretched right arm did not dodge, allowing Ning Wuxie to slash with the light of his sword!

Just wait for Ning Wuxie's sword to be broken open, seize the flaw and give him a punch to end the battle!

When the time comes, he must first torture this kid to the fullest, then rip out all his organs, sell them for money, and bury the brothers he lost!

However, in the flash of lightning, the power of Ning Wuxie's sword changed!

The ink-splashing knife technique!

I saw the long knife in his hand suddenly flying up and down like a swimming dragon, white light flashing, slicing around Zhao Heihu's right arm!

The power of the sword did not stagnate at all, and the scene where Zhao Heihu expected the blade to break did not appear!

Zhao Heihu was startled and quickly pulled back his right arm, but it was already too late.

I saw blood lines slowly appearing on his thick right arm, and then, pieces of flesh fell off.

It turned out to be an entire arm, which was stripped alive by Ning Wuxie!

Zhao Heihu didn't react for a moment when he saw his right arm hanging down without any strength, with blood dripping on it and bones looming clearly visible.

Until the huge pain and fear completely overwhelmed him!

He fell to the ground in shock, wailing in pain.

"My arms, my hands!!"

The gangsters who were watching did not expect such a scene to happen. Some fell to the ground in shock, and some reacted quickly and turned around and ran away!

"Little brother, please spare my life..."

Zhao Heihu used his only remaining hand to support himself and move back. He finally knew that he had offended the wrong person.

Relying on the strength of the Fumai Realm, he was originally enough to dominate here.

Who would have thought that such a ruthless person who would kill without batting an eye would suddenly appear? !

And what’s going on with that set of sword skills? !

Why can I cut my own skin raw? This is the effect that only the martial arts in the Immortal Sect can have.

In his eyes, Ning Wuxie has become a person with great background and profound background!

Regret! How could I mess with such a guy!

"stand up."

Ning Wuxie said coldly, hooked Brother Hu's collar with the tip of the knife, and lifted him up from the ground.

"Are all those people dead?"

Ning Wuxie was murderous at this moment, and his eyes were as fierce as hungry wolves.

"Which ones?" Brother Hu was so frightened that he shivered.

"The one who beat that old man to death."

"Oh! Oh, wait a minute, let me take a look for you."

Seeing Ning Wuxie nodding, Brother Hu turned around and bent down to search for the corpses on the ground.

"Fat Wang is here, Er Tiao is also here, Ma Tou is the thin man, you also stabbed him to death..."

"Back to me, young master, they are all dead, just these few people."

"Wait for me here."

Ning Wuxie put away the knife, turned around and returned to the house.

After a while, he walked out holding Jiang Ningxuan.

"Xuan'er, are they these people?"

Xuan'er looked at the corpses on the street and turned pale with fear.

But when he saw the people Ning Wuxie pointed at, he felt very angry.

"It's them!"

Ning Wuxie touched Xuan'er's little head: "Brother has helped you kill them. Your grandfather should feel at ease in heaven."

The dead people on the ground were a bit too scary. Xuan'er took a look at them, then hugged Ning Wuxie again and stopped looking at them.

She whispered in Ning Wuxie's ear with a waxy voice: "Thank you, brother."

Ning Wuxie smiled and stroked Xuan'er's back.

Now that the grudge is over, Ning Wuxie doesn't want to kill anyone anymore, so let them go if they run away.

He turned to Zhao Heihu, his face immediately as cold as iron: "Take me to your gang."

"Master, that's not necessary. You have basically killed all the people we helped..."

Zhao Heihu forced an extremely ugly smile on his face.

Zheng——

Ning Wuxie flicked the long knife in his hand.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there right now!"

With Xuan'er, Ning Wuxie came to the Black Tiger Gang.

He didn't want to kill everyone, but Ning Wuxie needed money, supplies and means of transportation on the way.

And the Black Tiger Gang had all these. If he killed them all, it would be inconvenient for him to take them.

Ning Wuxie plundered all the silver in the Black Tiger Gang and robbed the best carriage in the gang.

Zhao Heihu covered his right arm and directed the surviving brothers to move food to the car, as if he was afraid that Ning Wuxie would starve.

"Young man, all the things in the gang are here, are you satisfied?"

Zhao Heihu sprinkled pills on his shaved right arm, which barely stopped the bleeding. He sent Ning Wuxie to the car with a flattering and respectful face.

Ning Wuxie carried Xuan'er into the car and turned around.

"There is indeed one more thing." His tone was flat, as if he was just going to make another ordinary request.

Zhao Heihu bowed slightly and listened carefully, thinking that Ning Wuxie still needed money or food.

"I'm not satisfied if you're alive."

Zhao Heihu didn't seem to react. With his eyes slightly open and his brows furrowed, Ning Wuxie's knife flashed across his neck in an instant.

Ning Wuxie slightly turned sideways and perfectly avoided the blood that spurted out.

Zhao Heihu's younger brothers stood not far away, watching in shock as their boss was killed by Ning Wuxie, but none of them dared to move!

Afterwards, Ning Wuxie wiped the knife with Zhao Heihu's clothes as if nothing had happened, and turned around to sit in the carriage.

The whip sounded, and the carriage slowly started, leaving the slums and heading outside the imperial capital.

"Brother, are you tired?"

Xuan'er stuck her little head out and asked Ning Wuxie who was driving in front.

"Not tired, Xuan'er, sit tight." Ning Wuxie pushed Xuan'er's little head back into the carriage with his backhand.

"Brother, is it cold outside? Do you want to wear more clothes?"

"Brother, do you want some water?"

"Brother, I want to sit outside with you."

All along the way, Xuan'er's heart was on Ning Wuxie, as if she felt uncomfortable without seeing Ning Wuxie.

Even when she dreamed at night, her mind was filled with the bloody street in the slums.

But she was not afraid, because she knew she was in Ning Wuxie's arms, and she also knew that these people were killed by Brother Wuxie for her.

Brother Wuxie is really too good...

Ning Wuxie was completely unaware of her thoughts, and only felt that the little girl was even more clingy.

But clingy is good, this is the future empress!

Driving a carriage to leave the small country of Kunyuan, Ning Wuxie went straight to the Dayu Dynasty, one of the five great dynasties of Lingwu Continent.

He had already anticipated his destination. Since he did not want to join the Zhenyuan Sect like in his previous life and embark on a predetermined path, there was only one best choice within the nearest range.

That was the holy land of the mainland's casual cultivators-Hermit Valley!

There, he could practice freely without any restrictions, and tap into the early potential of his chaotic body.

He could even meet his old friend five hundred years later.

The future emperor, Li Luobing!