The Great Demon Lord of Martial Arts

Ji Chuan looked at the man holding the knife carefully. He was dressed in black and had an empty sleeve on his right arm swaying in the wind.

The handle of the knife, which was as black as ink, was held tightly by a pair of rough hands. The cold blade was filled with layers of evil spirit, as if a tiger that chose to devour people was coming towards him. The feeling of suffocation made Ji Chuan's hair stand on end, and in his mind Keep thinking and running.

However, Ji Chuan knew very well that as a practitioner of Taoism, he was born with a strong spiritual sense, but he still could not escape this knife.

At this time, trying to escape is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

"It's you?"

Perhaps it was because the man in black didn't speak much, but as soon as he opened his mouth, you could feel the stiffness in his words, as well as his eerie and hoarse voice.

When the man in black blurted out slightly confused words, Ji Chuan looked at the man in black again in surprise.

Don't know him.

This was Ji Chuan's first feeling.

However, Ji Chuan remained silent, neither denying nor admitting.

Regardless of whether this person was wrong or not, he had nothing to do with Ji Chuan. His only idea was to find a chance to escape.

The man in black seemed even more indifferent than Ji Chuan, and asked with a cold face: "Aren't you a disciple of the Tongtian Demon Sect? What are you doing here?"

"Yes, you seem to know me, but I don't seem to know you." Ji Chuan shrugged, pretending to be relaxed.

However, only he knew that at this time his body was already tense and his spirit did not let go for a moment.

The man in black did not answer Ji Chuan's question. He paused and then asked: "You are responsible for the sect's mission to hunt down Wu Ming, a disciple of Lingxi Valley, right?"

Hearing this, Ji Chuan concentrated his energy. Only people from his sect could know the mission, but he did not expect that people from his sect would definitely let him go.

Unexpectedly, the blade at Ji Chuan's neck disappeared with the sharp sound of being sheathed.

"So fast!"

Instead of relaxing, Ji Chuan's whole body tightened even more. This feeling of being killed at any moment made him extremely disgusted.

Thinking about it this way, there was still no trace of panic on Ji Chuan's face, and he said calmly: "Yes, I am exactly the same."

"Here, take it, that's Wu Ming." The man in black remained indifferent, walked towards the corpse on the side, kicked the corpse towards Ji Chuan like trash, and said indifferently.

Looking at it carefully, he saw that the blood on the neck of the corpse had long solidified. Ji Chuan was surprised that this man had already died in Lingxi Valley.

"Thank you. I wonder if you are..."

Since others had sent it, Ji Chuan would not be polite at all and said thank you.

However, he was curious about who this person was?

Ji Chuan didn't have many friends in the sect.

"Mu Jue." The man in black said coldly, and then said: "You should return to the sect. Your cultivation level is too low. You may die in this treacherous world."

After saying that, Mu Jue left step by step, with a solemn and lonely back. However, Ji Chuan saw the desolate meaning in it. This was a person with a story.

In the end, Ji Chuan's slender eyes stared at Mu Jue who was slowly walking away, and he couldn't help but said: "With your qualifications, why are you still trapped in the small Demon Sect? Don't you want to go to a wider world? , that’s where you should go.”

"That's my business."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Jue's face suddenly turned strangely red, his whole body began to tremble like a twitch, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

The originally tall and bleak figure became rickety. Mu Jue, who had always regarded people with an indifferent image,

The body is rapidly weakening.

In the end, he didn't even have the ability to stand.

However, at this time, Mu Jue stubbornly held on to the pitch-black knife, holding on without falling, and screamed like a wild beast in his throat.

In just a moment, Mu Jue felt the energy and blood in his body churning, just like boiling water. It felt like a century had passed in an instant. Fortunately, he had long been accustomed to this kind of pain, and it was not a big deal.

Seeing this, Ji Chuan frowned slightly. He still didn't understand what happened, but still stood there, waiting quietly.

After a long time.

Mu Jue exhaled a long breath of turbid air that was slightly red. His face was slowly recovering, and his body was not as weak as before.

"Senior Brother Mu, is there something wrong with your cultivation?"

At this time, seeing that Mu Jue's health seemed to be getting better, Ji Chuan found the opportunity to speak. Since he was a disciple of the same sect, there was nothing wrong with calling him senior.

Hearing this, Mu Jue did not deny it.

There was a moment of silence.

"Is this the price?" Mu Jue said with an unwavering expression.

In fact, to Mu Jue, this pain was nothing, and it was insignificant compared to the pain he suffered as a child.

"The price?" Ji Chuan chewed in surprise.

"Yes, the price of a leapfrog challenge is, for us, oh, a leapfrog challenge is so difficult. We don't have the exercises, martial arts, and elixirs that the disciples of the big sects are born with. They have everything. What do we have? What do we have? None, I can only fight and fight with my own life."

Mu Jue's unique hoarse voice echoed endlessly in this silent cemetery, melodious and long-lasting.

"You ask me why I stay in this small sect with such qualifications."

Gradually, Mu Jue became a little excited, and a sickly blush appeared on his face again, "It's ridiculous, how ridiculous it is. I'm just a poor guy with extremely low qualifications. I've been working hard with my life. Ever since I got that inheritance , you are destined to embark on a road of no return. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net "

"Inheritance?" Ji Chuan caught the word and narrowed his eyes slightly, Ye Qingming's words lingering in his ears.

In this territory, there are many strong men and sects. The inheritance and relics left by many strong men have made many martial arts people leap over the dragon gate and become giants in the world. Some people can even dominate the world by relying on their heaven-defying inheritance. The whole world.

It can be said that the Tianmo strategy in Ji Chuan's mind is a kind of inheritance.

Thinking about it, Mu Jue has received the inheritance, which also explains why such a genius can appear in a small demon sect.

No, maybe it can’t be said to be a genius!

As Mu Jue said, compared with those disciples of the great sect who had great innate advantages, they had no choice but to fight with their lives.

The indifferent Mu Jue seemed to have found the source of catharsis, recounting his experience in a long and empty voice.

I didn't feel there was anything wrong in the presence of Ji Chuan, a stranger.

Perhaps he couldn't be called a stranger. After all, he had indirectly saved Ji Chuan's life, or it would be more accurate to say that he had helped him once.

"When I got the secret book of Blood Knife Slash, I was almost ecstatic. However, the moment I opened the secret book, it was like a bucket of cold water poured on my head."

"It only has one form. It's the last one."

"This is a forbidden move."

"Practice or not?"

"If you practice, you will face the backlash of the bloody sword slash without high-level skills. In the end, death from the backlash will be the only way back."

"A man wields a sword, but the sword can also hurt others."

"Yes, I have practiced it. It is indeed powerful. With this move, challenging a level is as easy as drinking water for me. Hahaha..."

As he spoke, Mu Jue used his hoarse voice to make a cheerful and weird laugh.