In the man's hand, he held a simple long sword without shining with cold light. Under the sun, a gentle halo was reflected on the blade.

It looks harmless like a work of art.

But just now, this sword threw out the light of the death-taking sword, and broke the poisonous miasma in front of Dorji at fifteen feet away, and cut off Dorji's arm.

Duoji has lived on the snowy plateau for many years and did not know much about the martial arts of the Central Plains. The young man in front of him was at most in his twenties.

When Doji followed his senior brother Tashi Ciren to rampage the world, this young man was not born yet!

"Who are you!"

Doji asked loudly in Central Plains Chinese with a strong accent:

"Why do you attack me? Don't you Han people talk about the most about martial morality?"

“My deeds are told to people.”

Liu Zhuoran felt the buzzing of Lingxu Sword in his hand. There was no warmth in his eyes. He said to the elder of Wandu Sect in front of him:

"Of course there is no morality to the beast. As for who I am... I am just an unknown young man who pursues justice."

"hypocritical!"

Doji knew that he would die today.

This Tibetan man was not afraid. They believed in Buddhist teachings. Although they were different from Central Plains Buddhism, the principles of reincarnation were still the same.

Doji knew that he had harmed a lot of lives in this life, and probably would not be able to be a human being in the next life.

But in this life, he lived a hundred times more powerful than ordinary men on the snowy plateau!

He is already content.

After practicing poison techniques for many years, I have seen many strange ways of dying. Doji is not afraid of death.

However, before his death, the elder of the Wandu Sect still had a hint of hatred in his heart. He spat at Liu Zhuoran and fell to the ground, sizzling.

He sat cross-legged in a pool of blood with difficulty, and pointed at the house next to him with his only remaining hands.

He shouted:

"You Han people are hypocritical like the snow fox! You said you pursue justice, so you attacked me, and I recognized it. But what do you say about those who were injured and killed by you?

That sword was not what I slashed, it was you!

You Han people could have fought with me head-on, and no one would die because of you, but in order to attack me, you would not hesitate to harm others' lives...

What else is fair, bah!

If you want to kill, kill!"

Doji endured the pain, put one hand on his chest, and did a Buddhist etiquette, he said:

"But you are no different from me. After I die, I cannot be reincarnated as a human being, and I can only fall into the animal realm, but you are the same, a hypocritical Han!

You shouted justice, you can hide it from yourself, but you can't hide it from the Buddha all over the sky."

"Why should I hide it?"

Liu Zhuoran took a step forward, raised the Lingxu sword in his hand, and said to Doji in front of him:

"That sword could have cut twenty-three feet out, but it was cut towards your neck. If that were the case, the people in the two houses would definitely not survive.

Now, they are just slightly injured.

As for you, don't you know why I have to say so much to you?"

Doji's face changed.

All the calmness before turned into a hint of resentment.

Within twenty feet of the two people, all the villagers had withdrawn, which made the poisonous skills that broke out after his death no longer hurt anyone.

Doji smiled grimly and stretched his legs straight, rushing towards the nearest villagers.

Such evil people, even before they die, have to put some cushions on their backs.

Unfortunately, when he was just starting out, the Lingxu sword flew out of Liu Zhuoran's hand, just like the real sword-control technique, flying three feet away, spinning around Doji for a while, and a big head was gently cut off.

When the head fell to the ground, a purple smoke burst out from Doji's body.

The smoke was extremely violent, just like a strong wind passing by. At the moment of explosion, it involved everything within twenty feet of the surrounding area.

Whether it is solid bricks and stones or yellow mud walls.

Whether it is the large black porcelain jar or the weeds on the ground, they are splashed with sulfuric acid in the purple smoke, making a whispering sound, just like thousands of poisonous snakes gathered together to spit out letters.

The sound was chilling.

This is the Ten Thousand Poison Demonic Book of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the poison technique that turns people into monsters.

Elders like Duoji are poisonous, and even their blood and saliva are highly poisonous. In the past two months, the decent knights in Xiaoxiang have suffered a great loss because of this.

At least fifty people lost their lives or cut off their martial arts due to the self-destruction of the Wandu Sect's death.

This is a lesson from blood exchange.

"Swish"

Liu Zhuoran was floating, holding a child in his arms, and landed lightly more than twenty feet away. As the child was admiring, the expressionless sword king raised the ancient sword in his hand and slashed forward.

The sharp sword energy swept across like a strong wind, blowing the poisonous smoke into the higher sky and was blown away by the wind.

"Big brother, you are so awesome!"

The little boy was placed on the ground by Liu Zhuoran. He spread his arms and gestured to Liu Zhuoran:

"Are you a martial arts hero? I will become a hero like you in the future!"

"Don't go around the world."

Liu Zhuoran pinched the sword technique, Ling Xu's sword buzzed and returned to the sword box behind him. He squatted down, expressionless, and said to the little boy seriously:

"Go to study, or learn craftsmanship, don't go to the world... that's not a good way. Take this!"

Jianjun put a few pieces of silver into the little boy's hand.

He glanced at the collapsed house and said to the little boy:

"Take them to the owner of the house and say sorry to them for me.

Also, tell the village chief that the corpse must be left in place for at least three days to restrain itself, and it is best not to get close to the corpse within twenty feet of twenty feet of the body.

After saying that, Liu Zhuoran stood up.

He glanced at the little boy who was staring at him with wide eyes, reached out and tapped it lightly on the boy's forehead, then turned around and took a step, just like Lingxu was warding against the sky, floating up.

As soon as the trees rise and fall on the entrance of the village, they disappear into the village outside Changsha City.

"A fairy!"

An old man shouted, then knelt on the ground with a plop.

Liu Zhuoran just killed someone with a sword, and many people saw it. They all thought that this was like the sword immortal, but in fact it was not.

Although, Jian Jun is indeed practicing the art of immortality.

But Liu Zhuoran was just a mortal warrior. He lived a purer life than others and could pursue his inner morality more freely. The rules of the world could not restrain him.

He never wanted to enter the world, but in fact he had already entered the world, just like other tourists.

He also has troubles that cannot be solved with a sword.

"I've been away from home for too long..."

Jianjun flew past the forest outside Changsha City, as light as a bird, and he thought to himself:
Chapter completed!