At the bottom of the mountain, the place agreed with the nine disciples.

Although the nine disciples did not appear, they had arrived as scheduled, but they were hidden above the bamboo.

And the means of hiding are quite wise, with the speed of the to hide the figure, because they also learned the wind song, after these days of hard work, the speed is also very fast.

When I reached the bamboo, the nine people did not appear, under my senses, they were suspended on the bamboo, and after I felt it, I whispered: "Go to the valley between the Qingzhu and Zizhu Zong, that is, the ravine with the purple bamboo."

Hmmm!

The wind blows, and the wind blows.

Nine of the disciples disappeared, all going to the place I had designated.

I also flew slowly toward the position of the ravine, and was not in a hurry, because the sun was still a few hours away.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the bamboo forest between the bamboo and the green bamboo.

These bamboos not only have green bamboo, but also purple bamboo, and purple bamboo, which is very messy and has no rules to follow.

“Hold on!”Suddenly someone shouted, "Zizhu Zong Forbidden Land, and the trespassing death."

I turned to look at me, but it was a team of Zizhu Zong disciples, three men and three women, six people looked at me, and one of them reached out and pointed at me.

Hmmm!

A cold light flashed.

Pounce through!

The six fell together, and even the sound of pain fell.

I’m also embarrassed, I just saw this scene in my eyes.

It was not me who shot, but the old nine of the nine disciples who shot.

A sword crossed and cut the throat of six people!

There is really only one sword, as fast as lightning, clean and clear.

And after the sword, there was no stay at all, and even did not show the shadow of the birth, only felt like a gust of wind.

Only six people had blood on their necks.

The blood dripped on the green bamboo leaves, the green red blood, especially conspicuous, and particularly distinct.

Like flowers and green leaves, but green leaves are green leaves, flowers are not flowers, but blood...

I frowned slightly, and to tell the truth about these nine disciples, I don't know much.

But it makes me feel that these students are very obedient and filial.

But the old nine this strike, the killing decision, can even be said to be a little hard-hearted.

It really surprised me.

But think back to it, I have always had good thoughts, and among those who follow me, it seems that there is a lack of such a killing decision.

Moreover, for such a scum school as a Zizhu Zong, these disciples, male and female thieves, seem to die less than the animals, and they are killed.

I did not speak out, and I did not speak for such behavior, and I acquiesced in such behavior.

I sensed the whole ravine, this is a ribbon of bamboo forest, the color and growth of this bamboo forest is much dense and vigorous than the bamboo forest on both sides, obviously the relationship between the two sides of the green bamboo and the purple bamboo.

At this moment, within my sense, a group of Zizhu Zong disciples was running towards my place.

There are hordes, three or five groups, although the location is different, but it seems that the goal is very clear, that is, I am in the position.

I think there should be some kind of signal in the six dead disciples, once they die, within the gate, even in the same area, the other doors can be perceived, so now all the rushing towards me.

I did not move, sat down on the edge of the six corpses, and even mentally deprived of the corpses, although they died, the spirit will be reduced very little, but after all, it is just dead, the body's nutrients still have.

Seeing their bodies dry and dry slowly, my spirit was also much better, and it was indeed in the spirit of making up for them as nutrients.

"Strike me at the door and die for me."One of them drank, and then a group of people rushed towards me.

I locked up the disciple who was running in front, and suddenly launched the shock and deprivation.

But the disciples of Danjian, under my impact, without resistance, suddenly fell down and quickly dried up.

The others turned around and ran.

But not yet turned.

Brush the brush...

The empty leaves are colorful...

Using bamboo leaves as a dark weapon, like long eyes, they attacked and killed these fleeing disciples.

The sharp bamboo leaves like cutting tofu, tearing open their robes, and even penetrated their bodies, back into their backs, chest out...

To complete the task of killing, the bamboo leaves that were irritated from the bodies of these disciples did not even remove their strength, and still cut the bamboo in front.

The sound of cracking in the crackling sounded at the same time, and the bamboo pole was slanted and neatly incision, and the bamboo was full of bamboo falling down.

Then the disciples in front just fell down, but the peripheral disciples were still like moths, and they all rushed in around me.

The end is the same, the only person who comes is dead.

This is a one-sided fight, and the person who shot not only one, but nine disciples have shot.

Nine people are like ghosts, they do not appear at all, but all control the bamboo leaves to kill...

I even felt a bit cruel, and maybe that’s what I acquiesced to them doing.

Soon, it was quiet around.

But the original fresh air was full of the smell of bamboo, but at this moment there was a strong smell of blood.

The original blue bamboo was dyed red.

This red, under the afterglow of the sun, shines with a charming luster.

It was completely quiet around, and only the rustle of the wind blew bamboo.

I closed my eyes and felt the body around me.

I don't pick it, the mosquito is small and that is meat, one by one to the body, every time you deprive a body, it feels better.

Maybe that’s the magic of the legend.

The sun went down, even the sunset.

The moon slowly climbed up the branches, but no one continued to attack me.

These people are either scared, or they are brewing a blow, or they are squatting in the distance, watching my every move, and dare not rush forward.

Those who were killed were the lowest disciples, and so far, none of the decent masters have appeared.

Not to mention the immortal, not even the powerful of the soul-bodied have not yet seen it.

That is to say, Zizhu Zong is now cautious and has reservations.

The weather also turned cold a little, just like the Qingzhu Zongzong said, the temperature is constantly decreasing, and even there is a feeling of a straight decline.

There are still about 30 degrees of appearance during the day, and before that, there is already a feeling of freezing into the bone marrow, abnormally cold.

But I am not afraid of this cold, full of smear.

The yin is attached to the body, and it is not scattered, far away, the whole person is like a gray smoke...