My relatives and my most admired master all died because of evil spirits.
For these filthy and evil things, Mu Kui only has hatred in his heart.
He is 19 years old this year, and the third doomsday is about to come.
At this time, Mu Kui had already made up his mind to die, but before he died, he wanted to vent his feelings heartily.
Stand up, lift Broken Blade, Mu Kui push the door and walk out of the wooden house.
It was dusk outside and the breeze was blowing.
Standing in front of the wooden house, Mu Kui held the knife in one hand and closed his eyes.
The pain that came from his right arm from time to time could not change his expression in the slightest.
Time passes minute by minute.
The wind gradually became stronger, and the branches and leaves of nearby trees swayed with the wind, making a "rustling" sound.
The sound of the howling wind is very much like the Wailer of an evil spirit, and you can still faintly hear whispers in the howling wind.
At this moment, Mu Kui opened his eyes and looked ahead.
A dark figure swayed in the air and flew towards him at an extremely fast speed.
"Kill!"
Mu Kui moved.
Broken Blade slashed forward violently, and a dim sword energy formed by the gathering of spiritual energy rose into the sky.
However, the evil figure swayed and dodged the incoming sword energy. He descended and landed in front of Mu Kui, launching an attack towards him.
Facing the attack, Mu Kui had no intention of retreating.
He raised his knife and went forward to meet him.
After Old Daoist died, he no longer had the fear and fear of evil spirits in his heart.
Three years after another, it is better to fight happily than to hide in panic and live in this world.
"Kill!"
While roaring, Broken Blade Windbreaker slashed hard on the surface of the evil spirit's body.
Broken Blade looks through the ghost, tearing it in half.
However, as the ghostly figure shook, Torso, which was divided into two halves, came together again.
The dark pupils looked into Mu Kui's eyes, filled with desire for flesh and blood.
Mu Kui Seeing this, he raised his knife and stepped forward.
The sword skills taught by Old Daoist are demonstrated one by one at this moment.
Split, chop, stab, collapse, point, chop, dance, lift wrists, cut wrists...
The shadow of the knife flashes, and the spiritual energy in the body is released outside the body with each swing of the knife, turning into sword energy and slashing at the evil figure.
At this time, Mu Kui is a man and a sword, only attacking and not defending.
A sword without a scabbard is like a tiger without a cage.
Under the relentless offensive, the evil figure was chopped into pieces again and again, leaving no chance to attack.
"Hoo!"
At this time, Mu Kui retracts the knife and stands still.
Seeing this, Xie Sui immediately seized the opportunity and launched an attack at Mu Kui with a roar.
"Death!"
Mu Kui suddenly twisted his body and struck out with a charged knife.
The sword energy bloomed with bright white light, burning the air as it advanced, turning into a fire blade, and chopped the evil spirits in half with one strike.
The thick flames even enveloped the evil spirits.
The Wailer sound suddenly sounded. This time the evil Torso did not heal again, and the screams became weaker and weaker until they dissipated.
But Mu Kui is not happy about it.
Because he knew that this was just the beginning, and a more brutal battle was yet to come.
After killing the evil spirit, he sat cross-legged and absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish the previous consumption.
While waiting, several more ghostly figures came from a distance.
At this time, Mu Kui stood up again, looking ahead with his sword horizontally, with only determination in his eyes.
Old Daoist once lamented that the future of mankind is worrying, and the world is getting worse and worse. It is not clear whether there are still Daoist friends who are branches of the Orthodox Unity Sect in the world.
If he can be found, Old Daoist hopes he can join them and fight for Human Race's future together.
But Mu Kui doesn't care about that at all.
He only knows that his relatives and Old Daoist who adopted him died because of evil spirits.
Killing evil spirits is just to vent anger and nothing else.
He never cared about the future of mankind and saving the world. It was all bullshit.
The sword intention in my heart is condensed by hatred, and it is swung out by hatred.
"Kill!"
While shouting, Mu Kui's eyes turned red.
The murderous intention rising from the bottom of his heart filled his heart. At this moment, there was nothing but evil in his eyes.
The three evil spirits that arrived this time were stronger than the ones before.
Facing Mu Kui's attack, they appeared to be quite at ease, waving their claws from time to time to leave claw marks on Mu Kui's body.
The blood gradually dyed the clothes red.
However, Mu Kui did not take a step back, or even scream in pain.
He had given up on life and death long ago, and just wanted to vent his anger before death and fight heartily until death.
With blood flowing, Mu Kui's left arm was torn apart by the evil claws swung by the evil spirit during the battle.
But Mu Kui's expression did not change at all. Instead, he grabbed the gap between the evil spirit's attacks that tore his left arm, and slashed with the charged sword.
The fierce fire rose and swallowed up the evil spirit.
"Hahaha!" His left arm was broken, but Mu Kui smiled.
Laughing crazy, laughing hysterically.
A large amount of blood flowed away, and Mu Kui's face was pale, but his expression was extremely ferocious.
At this moment, he was more like an evil spirit than an evil spirit, and all the evil spirits in front of him seemed to be his food.
"Kill!"
After taking a short breath, Mu Kui took the initiative and pounced towards the other two evil spirits.
Killing the evil spirits made him feel extremely happy, and the pain seemed insignificant at the moment.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
As a large amount of blood flowed away, more and more wounds appeared on the body. Mu Kui's vision became increasingly blurred, and the speed of swinging the knife became slower and slower.
Before he died, countless images flashed through his mind.
There were warm scenes with parents, and scenes of being scolded by Old Daoist for being lazy in cultivation... In the end, these scenes all disappeared like clouds of smoke and turned into evil spirits in front of me.
"Kill!"
Mu Kui used his last strength to shout "kill", but his right arm could no longer lift Broken Blade.
His exhausted body no longer obeyed orders, even though he desperately longed to slash with the sword again.
My vision is gradually shrouded in black...
"Is it over?"
"I really wanted to kill more, but it's such a pity!"
I don't know why, but he didn't have the fear of facing death in his heart, only unwillingness... and relief.
This day he knew would come sooner or later.
Three years after another, it seems unrealistic to persist until old age.
The only regret I have at this moment is that I didn't kill a few more evil spirits before I died.
"Mom and Dad, I'm coming!"
"Master, have you drank the pot of wine I poured for you a few days ago? It's your favorite Huadiao. I won't have a chance in the future, so drink it sparingly."
His consciousness gradually became blurred, and Mu Kui knew that it was really over.
At this moment, Mu Kui suddenly felt a force pulling on himself, and then sucked himself into it.
When the darkness faded, Mu Kui was stunned by the scene that appeared in front of him.
The gloomy sky is filled with dark clouds, and the bloody drizzle is constantly falling. A bloody red moon hangs high in the sky, and the red-yellow land is beneath our feet.
At this time, a black shadow was suspended high in the sky, staring down at him.
"That's good, little guy, the organization needs you!"
Thanks to Blank Ice, Yu Sheng Ke Ban, Cute Nana-chan, Crazy Me, Peerless Primordial, Don't Understand Leaves, Thick Laughter, Young Minister Jun, I Am Me Without Self for the reward~
Thank you~