I don’t know how long it took? The cold and quiet darkness had dissipated.

In the courtyard, Xie Feihong had long disappeared, leaving Wuming alone kneeling on the ground. A knife mark penetrated his chest and abdomen, and a blood-red color dyed his blue collar.

"Master!" Wuming's blood flowing on the ground seemed to stimulate Jian Chen, so he didn't even care about the negative emotions such as the despair and pain that had not yet dissipated in his heart, so he hurriedly stepped forward to check Wuming's situation. When he found that his master was still breathing, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the terrifying wound on his master's chest also told him that it was not the time to be completely at ease. So he quickly accused Wuming of guilt, and began to raise his fingers and gather energy, fingers like meteors, and in a flash, sealing the large acupoints around Wuming's wounds. He searched for the medicine on his body and began to treat Wuming's injuries.

Wuming finally recovered at this time, and his eyes gradually regained his spirit. He nodded slightly at Jian Chen that he was fine, and then turned his eyes to the heroic sword that had broken into two pieces and had already darkened expressions on the ground.

Seeing his love sword was ruined like this, even with his ignorant mind and eyes, a trace of grief that could not be dissipated for a long time could also be missed. But the same was true for a hint of gratitude that also surged into Wuming's heart. Because just now, he was relying solemnly on this heroic sword that he could escape from Xie Feihong's heart-killing sword!

The most cruel thing is to kill people, and the most cruel thing is to kill people!

To be honest, facing Xie Feihong's heart-killing sword, even he couldn't help but feel silent for a moment, and he felt desperate! Fortunately, the heroic sword automatically protected the master at this time, and a fearless righteousness rushed directly into his body along his sword-holding hand, protecting Wuming's heart!

In the cold and quiet darkness, he gave him some light and warmth. This allowed Wuming to save his life from this heart-killing sword. Otherwise, even if he survived under Xie Feihong's sword, he would probably be useless!

This heart-killing knife is so cruel!

He signaled Jian Chen to wrap the hero sword, Wuming stood up with his support and looked deeply at the direction where Xie Feihong left.

"Let's go," After a long time, Wuming retracted his gaze and nodded slightly to Duan Lang, whose horror had just dissipated on his face, and slowly disappeared from Duan Lang's gaze with Jian Chen.

Looking at Wuming's departure, the light of fear in Duanlang's eyes gradually disappeared, and then his ambition burst out!

"This is the martial arts myth! This is the strength of the top masters in the world! It's so strong!" He glanced at the Huolin Sword in his hand, and his excited body trembled slightly, Duan Lang's mouth raised slightly, and he murmured to himself: "But this is interesting, do you think... Huolin Sword!"

The Fire Lin Sword seemed to feel Duan Lang's ambition like wildfire, so it directly made a clear sound like a dragon's roar, echoing Duan Lang's blood-clothed clothes.

On the carriage, Wuming glanced at the hero sword wrapped around him, and then stroked the knife wound in front of him that almost penetrated his chest and abdomen. Involuntarily, Wuming thought of Xie Feihong again, and also thought of Xie Feihong's heart-killing sword.

To be honest, even now, Wuming can make people feel extremely painful, lonely, despair, and the empty knife still makes them feel cold all over and their minds tremble!

He really couldn't imagine what Xie Feihong had experienced to create this sword that shouldn't have appeared in the human world!

He shook his head slightly, trying hard to expel the impression of the sword that was still left in his mind. Wuming calmed down and looked inward at his already polluted sword heart!

Estimated the degree of his sword heart's pollution and the time it took to completely expel it and purify it. After a moment, Wuming couldn't help but withdraw his silent mind and sighed with a wry smile: "It seems that it's going to be hard for a while."

"Master, is there anything wrong?" As if he heard Wuming's sigh, Jian Chen, who was riding a bicycle outside, couldn't help lifting the curtain with his backhand and then asked earnestly.

"Nothing happened." Although the situation was very bad, Wuming didn't say much because he didn't want to worry about his beloved disciple. He just chuckled and then changed the subject directly: "Where are you now?"

"It has reached the foot of Pori Peak Mountain," Jian Chen replied while driving the carriage.

"Well," Wuming nodded slightly, looked at the wound on his body, pondered for a moment and said, "I remember there seems to be a small town at the foot of the mountain. Let's rest here for the time being today."

In front of the car, Jian Chen looked at the sky in surprise when he heard this, and then thought of the terrifying knife wound on his master's chest that almost penetrated his chest and abdomen, and he suddenly realized it. So he responded and drove to the town.

In fact, the knife wound that Jian Chen was worried about that penetrated Wuming's chest and abdomen was not really troublesome. With Wuming's physique and his profound skills, as long as he had a breath, it was a bit difficult for him to die.

What is really troublesome is Wuming's sword heart polluted by Xie Feihong's heart. If it cannot be removed earlier, as time goes by, these pollutions will gradually absorb Wuming's negative emotions and expand. In the end, Wuming will directly become a walking zombie full of negative emotions and a mind full of negative emotions!

And this... is the real terrifying thing about the Heart-killing Sword!

However, Wuming was still a little confused, that is, why did Xie Feihong kill him without a single knife? And... why did he leave silently?

Could it be...what happened to this owner Xie!?

Suddenly, Wuming thought of what Xie Feihong said before he took out the knife, and after the other party cut off his heroic sword, the blade seemed to be a bit erratic. For a moment, there was a guess, so he couldn't help but look directly at the curtain of the carriage window and looked at the Xiejiazhuang with a worried look.

Xiejiazhuang, in Xie Feihong's quiet room, Xie Feihong, who closed his eyes and calmly, finally opened his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's so dangerous!"

Just as Wuming guessed, there was indeed something small about Xie Feihong's side. He did not expect that the heart-killing sword he created would be so difficult to control!

Countless negative emotions were swung down with the knife, and even Xie Feihong was affected to a certain extent. Although these negative emotions were not enough to pollute Xie Feihong's iron-like heart, they also amplified Xie Feihong's desire to kill to a certain extent.

You should know that Xie Feihong practiced a killing knife, and he had a strong killing intention. However, this killing intention was locked in the scabbard like a knife. As soon as the heart-killing knife came out, Xie Feihong's killing intention was actually uncontrollable. This is also an important reason why Xie Feihong, who was as stable as Mount Tai, began to float a little after cutting off the heroic sword in Wuming's hand!

Therefore, Xie Feihong did not waste his time talking to Wuming. After putting away the knife, he turned back to the quiet room, calmed his energy and calmed his mind and calmed his mind.

"It seems that this heart-killing sword needs to be polished carefully. No matter how strong the sword is... it is not what I want!"
Chapter completed!