final catastrophe

Chapter 25. 25. Greed
The courtyard deep in the dojo.

Xia Ji was soaking in a huge pottery vat. The hot air in the vat diffused into a veil in the winter moonlight, and all kinds of Chinese herbal medicines could be vaguely seen in it.

"It's really a boring life, but at least it has improved my strength that can be used in the open." Xia Ji yawned, he was not sleepy, but imitating the daily life of ants.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound from the dojo in front, and the wind caused the thin bamboo curtain to flutter, but it immediately returned to its original state and hung quietly.

"Would you like to go and have a look?" Xia Ji was a little confused. At this time, Teacher Hexian was in charge of the dojo. Even if he encountered some troubles, as a disciple, he should believe that Master can solve it, right?

So, he dived to the bottom of the tank again, spitting out a few blisters.

Suddenly, a scream tore through the calm of the night.

Immediately, there were bursts of wind with knives waving, and howling one after another.

Xia Ji got out from the bottom of the vat, looked at the other side of the bamboo curtain, and saw a black figure walking through the dojo like light and electricity, as if it was slaughtering.

Since he was able to slaughter, it can only mean that Teacher Hexian may have encountered an accident.

"Miscalculated..." He had a bad expression on his face. To have such a person attacking the dojo, wouldn't it force him to perform beyond his standard?
"Little master! Little master!" A young girl had just poked her head out from the curtain, and her face showed pain and became distorted. A long knife with a black blade came out from behind her .

The man in black, wearing a hat covering his face, walked slowly into the courtyard.

"Where's Long Qingao? Where's Bai Hurou?" His voice was hoarse and cold.

The person who came was the third younger brother of the current owner of Hongjingzhuang, Zhang Hangu. Since he practiced the Fierce Saber Shayan Jue, his body has been getting worse day by day, and the murderous aura in his heart has become more and more serious. Anything will make him fly into a rage.

And the source that made him practice this technique at the beginning was the Guihe Dao Society, it was Long Qingao, and it was his father's serious illness!Father, you only came here for your marriage with Bai Hurou!

If it wasn't for himself, he would be fine.

Xia Ji glanced at the one-foot black glow outside his long knife, suddenly sniffed his nose, his eyes widened suddenly, and then gradually showed a hint of greed.

He tried his best to make his voice sound gentle, for fear of scaring the people in front of him.

"Eldest brother, I have gone out with my senior sister, if you need anything, come to me."

The man in black with a bamboo hat smiled coldly and said, "You are that Yuntian Dao Lord? Forget it, I will sacrifice you to the sword in my hand first! Everyone in Guihe Dao Club will die."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Hangu held his head high, and walked to the pottery vat step by step, and waved the black glow.

At this time, he was extremely confident.

After all, the unattainable Mr. Hexian also died under his knife. This foot of black light seems to be able to capture people's hearts and souls, making people want to kill without being able to resist.

Xia Ji opened his eyes wide.

I'm coming
This feeling of happiness.

However, in Zhang Hangu's eyes, he looked stunned.

"Sure enough, such a taboo sword technique is not something that should exist in the Jianghu." He sighed leisurely, and at the same time, he also understood in his heart that he might not live long.

A feeling that life force is passing along with the knife technique came from his heart.However, even though he was sitting quietly at home, this feeling still existed. It seemed that he had had this feeling since he started to practice the exercises recorded on the blood-red paper.

Instead of dying like this, let Jiang Hu remember my name, Zhang Hangu, with my last life.

After slaughtering the Guihe Dao Society, he would break away from Hongjingzhuang, and then spend the last time of his life on becoming famous and happy.

Even if he is chased and killed by the righteous way, he is not afraid anymore, as long as he still has this knife in his hand, he will not be afraid at all!
A foot of black light burst out from the tip of the knife, which seemed to increase the attack distance of the weapon.

However, the strange noise like weeping in the black light is horrifying.

Zhang Hangu smiled coldly, the knife in his hand pierced into the pottery vat, the speed was obviously not fast, it seemed as if Heimang had grown hands and feet, giving people a feeling of slow "crawling".

But people's eyes were captured by the black light, and they couldn't move.

"ended."

Zhang Hangu raised his head slightly, his soft cheeks looked extraordinarily strange in the moonlight.

Suddenly, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if the power was going away from him.

He suddenly lowered his head and looked into the pottery jar. The black awn did not penetrate into the body of that Yuntian Knife Lord, but was bitten by him.

He gently clamped the blade with two fingers of his left hand, and his white teeth were chewing the black awn up and down, making a "sucking" sound from time to time.

Seeing Zhang Hangu lower his head, the boy showed a gentle smile: "Wait, don't worry."

Zhang Hangu's heart was terrified, if he dared to wait any longer, he drew his knife and retreated to create a distance.

But he seemed to be stuck, neither his body nor his soul could move, except that his eyes could move, his nose could breathe, and his body could still tremble.

As the boy chewed and sucked, the black awn was sucked by him like black rice noodles, and soon the one-foot black awn on the tip of the knife disappeared.

The young man was not in a hurry, and flicked the fingers of his left hand holding the blade a few times in a strange melody. Then, another black light gushed out, and at the same time Zhang Hangu could also feel that his life was dying. There was a lot more gray mixed in his hair, and his skin began to become dry and wrinkled.

After doing this several times, standing in front of the pottery vat, the menacing third son of Hongjingzhuang, Zhang Hangu who has practiced magic skills has become an old man on the verge of death.

Xia Ji let go of his fingers, that Zhang Hangu collapsed to the ground immediately, his eyes wide open, he looked up at the moon in the sky, but his body no longer had the strength to move, he was almost dead.

And the moon tonight is really weird.

At this moment, there was a sound as light as "breeze sweeping the ground" in the darkness, and a cold light was fleeting among the low-lying bushes.

tread.
tread.
A few rhythms sounded in the silent courtyard, like drums calling for death.

Xia Ji yawned and pretended not to hear.

Until that cold light suddenly came from behind him, slanting thirty degrees downward, hidden in the darkness, cut off from the light, silent, not even the sound of the wind rubbing against the air.

If the thorn is fast, it will collide with the wind and make a sound.

But this cold light seemed to blend into the wind, and it was just a dagger.

Xia Ji leaned slightly to one side, grabbed the left hand of the man in black with his left hand, and with his strength, tore him off, and then stabbed the fallen Zhang Hangu's heart.

His figure was like a ghost, and the next moment, in the hot air, he took Zhang Hangu's hand with his right hand, flipped his sword, and directly killed the inexplicable man in black.

After doing all this, he smiled and clapped his hands, looked carefully at the scene, and it really looked like they had died together.

"Thank you." He sincerely thanked the man in black who came from nowhere to assassinate him, even though his head was gone, and there was horror and disbelief in his eyes.

Xia Ji glanced away, but saw that the girl in the company who had just rushed out of the curtain was not dead, Zhang Hangu's knife did not kill her completely, and there was still a trace of breath left at this time.

"Little Master"

The young girl looked at Yuntian Daojun who was walking naked, but her eyes were full of horror.

Is this person really their little master?

When she was just thinking about it, Xia Ji had already bent down, gently pinched her tender but bloodless cheeks, then covered her mouth that was about to cry, and said softly: "It's okay, never mind"

The girl looked at him in horror, pain, shyness and doubt, with a complicated expression.

"never mind"

A few jet-black long hairs around his neck suddenly stretched out, inserted from the girl's chest wound, and the electricity shot into her heart.

Instantly completed Zhang Hangu's unfinished work.

In this way, there are no more witnesses at the scene!
Zhang Hangu killed the girl and died with the man in black.

After thinking about it, Xia Ji got into the earthen jar again and continued to take a bath.

(End of this chapter)