Outrageous! The host took out an S item in the novice world?

What greeted Zhu Yin was a sword light.

Rong Xiu's expression was icy cold, and he drew his sword without the slightest hesitation.

He thought that the mysterious senior had indeed had a great influence on him. Not only did the inner demon appear in his sea of consciousness, it could even manifest itself in reality.

But what does it matter?

If he could put an end to it once, he could certainly do it a second time.

It's just one more sword.

The expected inner demon to be shattered by the sword energy did not appear.

That hand.

Belonging to Liu's hand.

The hands that once washed his hands, made soup for him, sewed clothes and made incense for him.

They are soft and weak, capable of only doing earthly tasks and vulnerable to any attack.

The soft hand met the sword energy and grasped the blade.

Nothing happened.

Rong Xiu discovered that he and the sword in his hand had lost their connection.

This is his natal sword spirit.

The last time the mysterious swordsman broke his sword, he had paid a huge price to forge it anew. Unexpectedly, it had met with disaster again just a few days earlier.

"You are not the inner demon? Who are you?"

He was answered by a crisp cracking sound, and his heart ached.

It was the wail of the spirit sword. His natal sword, the newly forged spirit sword, broke again.

"It's only been a few hundred years, and you don't recognize me, Rong Xiu?"

Zhu Yin casually threw the broken sword on the ground and smiled: "But I still remember you. Do you like this gift?"

"You!" Rong Xiu glared at her and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His natal sword was connected to his mind, so if the other party broke his sword, it would be a big injury to him.

Zhu Yin asked curiously, "Didn't you learn the Way of Mercilessness? Why do you show your emotions so clearly? Have all those hundreds of years of practicing the Way of Mercilessness gone to waste?"

"..."

Rong Xiu felt a familiar sense of frustration from her.

What is the relationship between this person who transformed into the appearance of his inner demon and the evil female swordsman who has been tormenting Qing Zhengzong recently?

Could it be that the witch changed into another appearance to play a trick on him?

Thinking of this, he restrained his hand that was about to take the initiative.

"Why do you have to hide yourself and take on someone else's appearance?"

Zhu Yin raised her eyebrows and said, "Why are you deceiving yourself? I'm right in front of you, and you don't even dare to acknowledge me."

Rong Xiu's frown deepened: "Impossible."

Zhu Yin found a chair and sat down, saying leisurely, "Tell me, what's impossible?"

"You can't be Liu." He said firmly, "I saw Liu die with my own eyes that day."

Tsk. Zhu Yin laughed.

"I thought you had completely forgotten it. Now that you still remember, that's great. You don't need me to help you recall it again."

Zhu Yin looked at him with a smile: "Who told you that I'm a living person?"

As she spoke, the surroundings suddenly became dark, with gusts of cold wind and eerie shadows everywhere.

His Jueyun Peak, a blessed land of immortals with abundant spiritual energy, turned into a Shura ghost domain in an instant.

The woman sitting on the chair in front of him was obviously the owner of this ghost realm.

Rong Xiu stared at her intently: "Liu?"

Zhu Yin frowned slightly.

"Liu Chan." She corrected his name.

Rong Xiu's eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to see through her normal appearance to the evil spirit hidden inside.

"Are you really Liu...Liu Chan?" Glancing at Zhu Yin's expression, he changed his address.

Zhu Yin smiled but said nothing.

"How did you do it?" Rong Xiu breathed rapidly, "Even if you died and became a ghost cultivator, it would only be over three hundred years."

Three hundred years.

He was known as a man of natural talent, who could cut through the seven emotions and cultivate the ruthless sword art. He believed that his progress in cultivation was already far superior to his peers.

Liu Chan is just an ordinary woman, how could her cultivation level improve so quickly?

He couldn't even see through her level of cultivation, and he had no power to fight back, and his natal spirit sword was broken.

Zhu Yin said with a smile: "Don't I have to thank you for this?"

Rong Xiu looked at her.

Zhu Yin made up a story: "Thanks to that sword of yours. After I died, I discovered that I was a genius in the way of ghost cultivation."

She stood up, walked up to Rong Xiu, and looked around at him.

She mocked him, "Rong Xiu, look at you. For that little bit of cultivation, you even gave up your humanity and stained your hands with blood. But in the end, after hundreds of years, you are still far inferior to a mortal like me."

She asked him, "Are you angry?"

Rong Xiu didn't say anything.

But the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth already gave the answer.

"Your tolerance is so low?" Zhu Yin tutted. "You can't even stand these few words. What kind of ruthless path are you practicing?"

"Isn't your so-called severing of the seven emotions and the six desires really just an excuse to escape?"

Since it cannot be handled, just cut it off.

"Is this the ruthless sword art of your Qingzheng Sect?"

She said teasingly, "I heard recently that a sword cultivator with divine power has been setting up a temple and preaching in your Qingzheng Sect's territory. I heard that half of your Qingzheng Sect's younger disciples have abandoned the ruthless way, is that right?"

"..."

Not far away, two people were watching this conversation stealthily.

Upon closer inspection, one is the supreme sword master who is well-known in the immortal world, and the other is the god of killing who has become famous in the demon world.

If people who admire or fear these two people saw them like this, they would probably doubt their lives on the spot.

"She's truly worthy of being called Master," Yunxi sighed. "She didn't even make a move, yet with just a few words, I think Rong Xiu's Dao heart is almost broken."

Yun Lie said indifferently, "It's a blessing for Master to personally deal with this kind of scum."

He and his junior sister had said long ago that they could help the master deal with this person. It was Zhuyin who said that there was a karmic relationship between him and the original body, and she should settle it personally.

"You two, what are you whispering about? Come here."

The senior and junior brothers looked at each other, smiled and walked over.

"Master."

Rong Xiu raised his head in a daze and saw his recent nightmare - the female swordsman who came from nowhere, leaning intimately against Zhu Yin, holding her arm and acting coquettishly like a little girl on earth.

What did she call her?

Master?

Thunder roared above his head, making his head buzz - he finally understood why this sword cultivator, who had no grudge against the Qingzheng Sect, was so vicious and wanted to destroy his Qingzheng Sect's Taoist lineage.

"You're overthinking this." He heard the swordsman speak. It turned out that in his stunned state, he had unconsciously spoken out what was in his heart.

Yunxi simply said, "Although I hate you, I won't take my anger out on an entire sect because of you."

"I look down on your way because your so-called ruthless swordsmanship is not the right way."

Yun Lie was at the side, and said in a gentle voice: "Junior sister, your words are still too tactful. Senior brother will speak for you."

He looked at Rong Xiu and said word by word, "Your Qing Dynasty's ruthless sword art is nothing more than a side sect that is not worthy of being on the stage. My junior sister is a master of swordsmanship and is willing to guide you. It is your blessing."

As his words fell, the sound of thunder was heard from the top of Jueyun Peak.

These words were actually recognized by this world.

Zhu Yin: “.”

I'm not familiar with it, but I like to rub it with you.

"Puff!" Rong Xiu spat out another mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

Something in his body shattered silently.

The aura on Rong Xiu's body gradually disappeared from being as vast as the sea of smoke, and finally barely maintained at the Golden Core stage.

No matter what level of cultivation the three people present were at, one could tell that he was already useless.

Zhu Yin stared at the person lying on the ground for a moment, then raised her hand and waved her sleeves.

After a gust of wind, there were no more people on Jueyun Peak.

puff.

A figure fell from mid-air and landed heavily on the ground.

No one knew what method Zhu Yin used, but Rong Xiu's protective spiritual power lost its effect. His forehead hit the ground heavily, and blood came out immediately.

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. He raised his head angrily, and when his eyes met the scene in front of him, he was suddenly stunned.

Lush pines and cypresses guard a gray-white stone tablet.

The material of the stone tablet was good, but the inscription was perfunctory, with only four simple words - Liu's Tomb.

Rong Xiu understood where this was almost instantly.

He turned around to look at Zhu Yin.

In fact, he had long forgotten what Liu looked like. Looking at Zhu Yin now, it was difficult for him to reconcile her with that distant shadow.

Zhu Yin stood behind him and said calmly, "I crawled out from here."

Clang.

A broken sword was thrown in front of him.

Zhu Yin said casually, "You killed me that day, but today, our positions have been reversed. Rong Xiu, you owe Liu Chan a life."

"Kill yourself."