Huangxiu

Chapter 569 Soul Killing
Chu Zhiyuan owed them too much blood debt.

Blood debt must be repaid with blood!
Their hearts were filled with murderous intent, and they wished they could just rush in and kill everyone without leaving a single one alive.

His eyes flashed with cold and fiery light, and he stood up and sneaked towards Ziyang Villa.

Black figures shuttled through the woods silently and at an incredible speed.

The black figure blended into the shadow of the tree, occasionally flashing in the moonlight and then quickly disappearing.

To use Qinggong to get close to Ziyang Villa silently, one has to pass those bone towers.

The Bone Tower emitted a cold white light under the moonlight, which made them feel awe-inspiring.

I felt an inexplicable fear, and a chill ran down my back.

There are too many masters and some grand masters in these bone towers.

These masters are not inferior to their masters, and many of the grand masters are top masters that are out of reach.

He was so powerful and majestic before, but now his bones are piled here, exposed to the sun during the day and dried in the shade at night.

It is so sad and lamentable that one cannot be buried in peace and has no place to be buried.

It’s all the damn Chu Zhiyuan!

The murderous intent boiled in his chest, his whole body was burning, driving away the fear in his heart and the coldness in his body.

They accelerated again, drew their swords or knives, and shot towards Ziyang Villa, which looked like a giant beast under the moonlight.

Ziyang Villa was shrouded in silence, and the guards around it seemed to have withdrawn without anyone noticing.

Stimulated by the murderous intent, the twenty-four men in black were no longer afraid.

As long as Chu Zhiyuan is not there, they are not afraid even if there are grand masters. There are two grand masters among them.

When a grandmaster fights against a grandmaster, it is difficult to determine the life and death, except for the killer Chu Zhiyuan.

When they rushed forward and were about to fly towards the high wall of Ziyang Villa, their forward speed suddenly slowed down.

Forty-eight eyes were cast towards the flying knife.

A flying knife slowly flew up from the gate tower and hovered in the air.

It is crystal clear, exquisite and delicate, with faint patterns flowing.

Under the bright moon, it is looming.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it and they could see it clearly.

It's like lighting a torch in the dark, and you can't help but look over there.

They were somewhat puzzled, somewhat alert, and felt that something was not right.

"His flying knife!"

Someone whispered, "He's there!"

The twenty-four people stopped abruptly, turned around and left.

If they knew Chu Zhiyuan was there, they would never have the courage to get close, let alone the courage to fight Chu Zhiyuan.

Anyone who had the courage to fight Chu Zhiyuan was turned into a pile of bones in the Bone Tower.

But as soon as they turned around, a bright moon suddenly appeared in their minds.

The bright moon is flawless, pure and beautiful.

Then, the bright moon turned into a ray of knife light and fell straight down, slashing towards his forehead.

The next moment, everything went dark before their eyes.

Twenty-four men in black fell to the ground one after another, including two grandmasters.

The crystal clear knife flashed, then slowly floated back to the gatehouse and stopped on a cloud pattern on the beam of the gatehouse. The people below could not see it when they looked up.

At first glance, it looks like hiding.

The gate of the villa opened, and two rows of guards appeared. They came to the twenty-four shrinking corpses and looked at them.

"It is indeed an evil sect monster. We can build another bone tower."

"These guys are trying to take advantage of the prince's absence, hey!"

He wanted to take advantage of a loophole, but ended up jumping into a fire pit.

"Let's see if anyone dares to come next time."

"I think he can be completely scared to death."

The guards were talking in groups of three or four, relaxed and leisurely.

Even if the prince is not around, he is still protecting Ziyang Villa, which makes them feel safe.

"How did these guys die?"

"Of course he was killed by the prince."

"But how did you kill him?"

All they saw was the flying knife flashing in the air, followed by a series of bangs, and all the invading evil sect monsters died.

Too unbelievable.

"The prince is a god, he has his own wonderful methods, no need to think too much."

"Exactly!"

“It’s amazing!”

……

Chu Zhiyuan was sitting on his bed with the window open and a bright moon hanging in the night sky.

Tianjing is also a city that never sleeps.

The lights on the tall buildings in the distance were bright, and the sounds of stringed instruments and giggles echoed in the night sky, just like the sounds coming from the palace in heaven.

Chu Zhiyuan was filled with emotion.

His state of transformation is truly magical.

The flying knife carries a part of his sword soul and can actually judge the aura of the evil sect's master and kill him directly.

It can also directly absorb the souls of dead masters of evil sects to strengthen the sword spirit.

The sword soul in the flying knife now has the mind of a baby and only instincts.

It's like putting the bottle to your mouth and then opening your mouth to suck naturally.

When it saw these evil sects and monsters, it naturally killed them.

But when he sees other people, he has no intention of killing them.

This originated from one's own fundamental thoughts and was implanted within this immature sword soul.

He looked inwardly at the emptiness in his mind.

There was a bright moon in the void, but it was quite dim, and another sword spirit was also being nurtured.

But the growth rate of this sword spirit was much slower, far less than the previous one.

I am biting off more than I can chew.

Cultivating two sword spirits at the same time is bound to be slow, and it is far better to focus on cultivating one.

But now I am unable to cope with all of them and I need more sword spirits.

The more sword souls there are, the slower it grows, but at the same time, the more evil spirits and monsters' souls it will harvest.

Therefore, judging from the total gains, it is more cost-effective to have more sword souls.

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The morning mist enveloped the city of Tianjing.

In the early morning of Tianjing City, the aroma of various snacks fills the air.

Zhao Rongfei walked to a restaurant, looked around, and shook his head in disappointment.

I was unlucky today and didn’t meet Chu Zhiyuan.

Just as he was about to call the waiter, he saw two young men striding in and coming straight up to him.

He frowned and said, "It's you two again, still trying to get entangled!"

"Senior Brother Meng invites you."

"Meng Gengbai?" Zhao Rongfei frowned. "I haven't eaten yet. Let's talk after dinner."

"If you're full, you can beat Brother Meng?" The thin young man snorted, "Zhao Rongfei, stop stalling, hurry up!"

"Tao Dongtian, you are really embarrassing."

Another young man said in a deep voice: "It was Senior Brother Meng who was kind and righteous and took the initiative to help us!"

Zhao Rongfei sneered: "Song Wuyang, do you think this is not funny?"

"You don't dare to see Brother Meng?"

"Go ahead, why not?" Zhao Rongfei stood up and snorted, "Lead the way!"

The two men turned and left.

Zhao Rongfei stood up and followed, out of the restaurant and into the bustling crowd.

Zhao Rongfei watched them walk further and further away, and asked impatiently, "Where are you going to meet Meng Gengbai?"

"Out of town."

"Why leave the city?"

"There will be city guards causing trouble inside the city, so we can't have a good fight."

"……Fine."

The three of them walked through the bustling crowd, turned two streets, headed east, and arrived at a forest outside the East City Gate.

There is a blank space in the woods, with a small pavilion built next to it.

At this time, there were already several young men and women in the pavilion, chatting and laughing.

As the three people arrived, the men and women in the pavilion looked over.

Zhao Rongfei glared coldly at Song Wuyang and Tao Dongtian who were leading the way.

Then he looked at a tall and handsome young man in the crowd, Meng Gengbai.

He was wearing a green robe, with a sword hanging from his waist, and he was upright, calm and composed.

He stood at the edge of the crowd, his hands on the railing of the pavilion, looking over here calmly.

Meng Gengbai smiled when he saw him and nodded slightly: "Brother Zhao, you are so brave."

Zhao Rongfei clasped his fists and said calmly, "Brother Meng, what advice do you have for me?"

He glanced at the people in the pavilion and sneered, "Are you here to watch the fun?"

The men and women in the pavilion were not only from the Qi Ling Sect, but also from his own Golden Sword Sect, and even from the Wu Xiang Sect and the Phoenix Sword Sect.

There are nine true disciples in total, and the rest are non-true disciples, all of whom are masters.

It can be said that masters from the four sects gathered here.

They are all here to see themselves make a fool of themselves!

(End of this chapter)