Chapter 1: Blood Dance Residual Sun

The continuous mountains in the distance, and the sunset in the west is coated with a bleak blood red.

Meng Qianxiao stroked the wrinkles on the ancient tree and looked at the blood sun in the distance, as if he was thinking.

Sitting at the head of the ghost mansion, he dominates the world. All kinds of gangs of all sizes are frightened by the wind. I don't know how many knives a "ghost knife" have been cut down. At this time, Meng Qianxiao, the "ghost head" actually appreciates such a night and can't see its coldness at all.

A trace of loneliness suddenly flashed in his eyes, his head looked up slightly, absorbed his breath, and closed his eyes.

"Ghost, it's not early, please leave as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid you can't reach Chang'an before the deadline." Huo Duxu, the second person of the ghost mansion, walked to him and whispered. Meng Qianxiao nodded slightly and turned around, and his face was covered with a layer of frost.

The vast forest road, seven people in the ghost house, carrying Xihong on their backs, continued to move forward.

Ghost Mansion is an institution under the current emperor responsible for managing Jianghu affairs. It is called management. In fact, it is a major gang to prevent their power from expanding too much and eventually become a major threat to the imperial power. When Empress Wei was in chaos, she once used the power of the popular "White Leaf Hall" to resist the forbidden army led by today's emperor Li Longji, so that Li Longji had to be afraid of the Jianghu forces, so he set up a "ghost house" when he ascended to the throne of God.

At this moment, the task being carried out by the ghost mansion is to escort the treasures presented by Tianzhu to Chang'an, Kyoto.

"Tianzhu tribute, who is it?" Meng Qianxiao led the front and asked without looking back. Huo Duxu replied, "The ghost head is on the four ghosts Deng Huo." Just in case, seven people take turns to keep the treasure.

Meng Qianxiao said, "The road is calm, and now it is close to Chang'an. We should be more energetic and never make extracurricular."

Huo Duxu and the other six others nodded and said that their confidentiality work was seamless, and they must have no relevant information about the people in the world who wanted to make treasures.

The seven people kept moving forward, leaving only a trace of lingering light in the sun. The tall trees on both sides protected the forest road like iron walls and copper walls, occasionally falling a few residual leaves.

The breeze suddenly rose, and the seven people walked out of the forest and turned into the dense forest.

In the dense forest, there are bushes everywhere, with dense leaves and almost no gaps. Even if someone hides in it, I'm afraid it's difficult to detect it.

The wind turns sharp, the sun is lighter, and the trees are rustling, giving people the illusion that the wind is making a strange thing.

The pace of the seven knives in the ghost house slowed down. Meng Qianxiao frowned and moved his hand to the handle of the knife on the right side of his waist. Seeing this, the other six people were also alert.

The sound is heavier, and it is really difficult for the wind to make such a sound.

Obviously, someone is coming.

The seven people simply stopped to welcome the upcoming uninvited guests.

Sum, countless people were killed in the dense forest, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands. Some people still came out of the bushes and had been ambushed for a long time. Looking at it, this group of people were not wearing the costumes of any gang, but like rogue thieves blocking the road. In the blink of an eye, the seven people have been tightly surrounded by these bandits.

In front of him, a group of people approached, and they saw that the leader was a bearded man, tied with a black scarf on his head and a huge knife about six feet long on his shoulder, shining brightly. When the rest saw the leader coming, they made way and let the seven people in the ghost mansion face him.

Wait for Meng Qianxiao to see the leader clearly and snorted coldly, "It turned out to be Yuan Wuji, the leader of the 'Giant Knife Gang'. Unexpectedly, after three days of farewell, the master of the hall would be reduced to a mountain thief."

The Giant Knife Gang is a gang that was once prominent in the world. Although it is not as famous as the Qianjianmen and other rich families, it is also a gang that makes the rivers and lakes hear its names and dare not offend. Yuan Wuji, the leader, used a six-foot giant knife to deter all sides and added the prestige of the giant knife gang.

Yuan Wuji angrily stunned Meng Qianxiao and hissed, "If it hadn't been for your ghost house to insimidate Haimen to annex our gang, it would have displaced thousands of brothers and have no choice but to become a bandit?"

Meng Qianxiao said coldly, "The law of Jianghu, eliminate the weak and retain the strong. You have been rolling in the world for many years, will you not even know this? What's the reason why you are not convinced to come to my ghost house to vent your anger?

"Reathe truth? My knife is the truth! Come on!" Yuan Wuji attacked his heart angrily, and the huge knife broke through the air and rushed to Meng Qianxiao fiercely. Suddenly, Yuan Wuji's men rushed to seven people like a sea tide.

Seven cold knives came out of the sheath, and the cold knife gas ejected around. The bandits who took the lead in killing screamed one after another, and they died as soon as they touched the knife gas.

Speaking of the huge knife spirit, Meng Qianxiao's ghost knife drew a white arc and touched the knife spirit, which was abruptly strong. He gently stroked the blade, and suddenly turned into countless needle cones, stabbing the throats of the influx of the burglars, and I don't know how many lives were taken in an instant.

Yuan Wuji couldn't help but overflow with panic. You should know that this attack exerted eight successes, and Meng Qianxiao was easily resolved between his fingers.

Although Yuan Wuji's martial arts skills are still under Meng Qianxiao, compared with the general advanced masters in the world, he can still cope with Zhuo Zhuo, but only then did he know that there is a huge gap with Meng Qianxiao.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yuan Wuji immediately turned around and ran away. Meng Qianxiao quickly chased him in the air, like a lion hunting prey, leaving only leaving a sentence before leaving: "You clean up here."

In terms of light skills, the two are not the same, but Yuan Wuji's endurance is slightly at a low end. In mid-air, Meng Qianxiao splashed knife gas from time to time and chased Yuan Wuji. Yuan Wuji leaned the huge knife on his back, and the solid knife body blocked Meng Qianxiao's fierce knife spirit.

Meng Qianxiao couldn't help but be shocked. Unexpectedly, Yuan Wuji's huge knife could be attacked and defended, and the thick knife body could be used as a solid shield, which was really a headache.

Yuan Wuji left in mid-air, and Meng Qianxiao chased after him.

At a high altitude, a few feet of giant trees stand upright, and the shadows of trees on the ground are like a cannibal cage under the setting sun.

Yuan Wuji suddenly stopped, turned around, got angry from the knife, and swept Meng Qianxiao behind him. Meng Qianxiao snorted coldly, and his body retreated quickly. The ghost knife in his hand waved, and the whirlpool-like knife came out, which devoured Yuan Wuji's huge knife gas, and then turned into an urgent arrow and shot at him. Yuan Wuji set up the knife on his chest again, and the arrow violently hit the knife and turned into nothing. His body was shocked, and his feet were pushed back a few steps.

"You have been tricked!" Yuan Wuji raised his knife and shouted excitedly, split two knives like lightning, and cut off the giant trees around Meng Qianxiao.

It turned out that Yuan Wuji had already designed it. Once he saw that Meng Qianxiao had no chance of winning, he led him here and used the giant tree array to press him into meat sauce.

The big trees around Meng Qianxiao broke into two pieces in the blink of an eye, and the black clouds generally fell to the place where Meng Qianxiao was.

The blood sun sprinkled, Meng Qianxiao stood in place, Ye Ying spread messy on his face, and the unchanging coldness still had a breathtaking glow on his face. He didn't take a step away, didn't dodge, and let the giant tree press himself down.

Yuan Wuji's face turned blue and smiled palely, watching the enemy in front of him gradually be buried by the broken tree.

The last broken tree fell to the ground, and Meng Qianxiao has completely disappeared from his eyes. Yuan Wuji was already close to the dry ground. He half knelt down, supported himself with a knife, and gasped heavily.

"It's worth it no matter how hard it is... Brothers of the Giant Knife Gang! Our great revenge has been avenged! Hahahaha!" Yuan Wuji was almost crazy and shouted at the sky. The remnant sun dripped blood, and the blood red reflected his pale face.

With a loud noise that resounded through the sky, the fallen tree was blown away, turned into wood chips and scattered around, and the dust and smoke rolled in the shadow. Yuan Wuji's original ecstatic expression suddenly turned into a stunned panic. Meng Qianxiao gradually rose into the air, and the black light of the ghost knife in his hand soared, looking down at Yuan Wuji's frightened eyes.

"Before you go to see the King of hell, let you see the 'ghost knife killing'." Meng Qianxiao announced the end of Yuan Wuji's life like a hell judge.

Meng Qianxiao threw his hand down, and the ghost knife came out. The black light suddenly expanded, and the momentum was fierce, like a black thunder, shocking the world.

Yuan Wuji knew that this was Meng Qianxiao's trick to mobilize the energy of his whole body, inject the knife body, and block it in front of him. The huge knife was shiny and ready to welcome Meng Qianxiao's earth-shaking blow.

The two knives touched each other, and a huge mass of energy continued to spread out, shaking the air*. The ghost knife shook violently, and the huge knife cracked into pieces like an eggshell. The ghost knife simply passed through Yuan Wuji's flesh and blood.

Blood beads sprayed, like the last dance under the remnant sun, and finally splashed on the ground.

The ghost knife returned to Meng Qianxiao's hand. He looked at the lifeless body lying on the ground in front of him without a trace of pity. After confirming that Yuan Wuji was completely dead, he turned around and left.

Yuan Wuji's face turned to the bloody sunset, his eyes dilated helplessly, and his breath was completely blank.

On the battlefield where the thief besieged and suppressed the seven knives of the ghost house, the corpses were everywhere, and the remnant sun reflected blood, which was particularly tragic.

When Meng Qianxiao returned, the other six people were exhausted. Their hands were covered with blood with knives, their faces were full of blood stains, and their robes were full of holes.

There are hundreds of corpses on the ground, and most of them have a fatal knife mark on their necks. The power of six people in the ghost house killed hundreds of people.

Meng Qianxiao glanced over these corpses and asked Huo Duxu, "Are you sure there is no one alive?"

Huo Du stepped on the body tremblingly, walked to Meng Qianxiao, lowered his body and said, "All the thieves who wanted to escape were intercepted by us, and no one left the forest alive."

The sky is getting dark, and the crescent moon has been slightly exhaled.

Meng Qianxiao breathed a long breath. The power consumed by the war just now was indeed a lot, and his body had shown fatigue.

"Find a river and stream, tidy up and take a rest, and then go to Ningzhou tomorrow." Meng Qianxiao actually showed several wrinkles on his forehead, showing a middle-aged state.

Huo Duxu and others said in unison that the seven people left the purgatory on earth and drilled deeper into the woods.

The night wind blew thick blood, and the black crow mourned and disappeared into the last trace of residual sun.

An old tree with fallen leaves.

A masked man stood on a branch like a bird, seemingly without any weight, and his deep eyes stared at the backs of the seven people.

Meng Qianxiao seemed to be shocked by something in the distance. He turned around and there was no one above the old tree, only rustling branches mixed with a few crows.