On the deserted path, a red horse galloped past. It was like a ball of flame, mighty and full of power.
On the back of the horse was a young man covered in blood. He carried a sword case on his back and a sword on his waist.
His eyes were dull as he rode on the horse's back, holding a little baby girl in his arms. The baby was sleeping very soundly, as if the bumpy horse's back was the best cradle.
Suddenly, the young man pulled the reins and jumped off the horse's back. He put down the baby girl in his arms and leaned against a tree by the roadside. He vomited. A feeling of convulsion surged up from his stomach. He could not stop it and could not suppress it.
At this moment, all the images of broken limbs rushed into his mind. The faces of the people who died under his sword kept appearing in his mind, as if they were vengeful souls seeking revenge. His eyes turned red, and his mind fell into a very bad state.
" I've killed many, many people." Ling Huchong held his head in pain. When he thought about the remains on the ground, his heart ached. Even though he knew that it was the right thing to do, it was still his first time killing so many people.
His mind was somewhat bewitched. In fact, from a young age, Linghu Chong's desire for power and his view of the world had been too stubborn. He had half a foot in the evil path. However, he had used Arhat Fist, Purple Cloud Divine Art, and many other orthodox martial arts to suppress it.
Now, after experiencing a massacre, the demonic nature hidden in his heart erupted once again. The dark and chaotic world he saw when he was young, Hou Renying in Kunlun Town, and Madam Lan's longing eyes before she died all appeared in his mind.
At this moment, he seemed to have turned into an Asura from purgatory, and there was only slaughter left in his mind. Guilt and killing filled his mind, making him unable to resist the urge to destroy everything.
Destroy this world. Without Wuxia, there would be no ugliness.
The White Rainbow Sword was unsheathed, and red sword Qi gushed out as a violent aura spread out.
Linghu Chong brandished his sword, and the entire forest was enveloped by the red sword Qi. A moment later, Linghu Chong sheathed his sword and stood up. Countless trees slowly fell down, and black smoke rose from the cut as if they had been burned.
"Ah!" Linghu Chong shouted as he unsheathed his White Rainbow Sword once again, aiming it at a tree that was as big as two people hugging it.
At this moment, Linghu Chong seemed to have become one with the divine sword in his hand.
This feeling was exactly the same as when he killed the Great Leader in the village. At this moment, it seemed to have evolved to an even more powerful stage.
The White Rainbow Sword struck the tree. It didn't pierce through, but countless strands of sword Qi had already penetrated the tree. A moment later, the giant tree broke into several pieces and slowly fell down.
Ling Huchong's eyes turned red. He turned his head and looked at the baby girl, Lan Xiaoyi.
He slowly raised the White Rainbow Sword and pointed it at the baby girl. If anyone saw Linghu Chong's savage expression, they would not suspect that he would stab the sword at the baby girl.
At this moment, the baby girl Lan Xiaoyi looked at Linghu Chong and smiled. Her sweet voice sounded especially loud in this world where birds and beasts had been scared away.
This laughter was like a basin of clear water that was poured over Linghu Chong's burning demonic flames, allowing him to regain some of his consciousness.
Ling Huchong remembered his actions and couldn't help but feel scared. If he was a step later, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
He suppressed the violent killing intent in his body and moved. He used a set of sword moves that was different from the Xiyi sword style. The solemn sword move revealed an incomparable righteousness, as if it could erase all negative emotions.
That's right. This was the Yangwu Sword Art of the Huashan Nine Swords that had been passed down from Huashan back then. Combined with the Purple Cloud Divine Art of the Huashan Nine Arts, it had the effect of calming the heart and calming the inner demons.
At this moment, Linghu Chong was in a very strange situation.
As the saying went, one thought became a devil, and one thought became a Buddha. The current Linghu Chong was in the middle of the Demonic Spirit and Morality. If his Morality couldn't suppress the Demonic Spirit, he would really go berserk and his cultivation might be destroyed. Perhaps his power would increase greatly, but he would fall into the control of slaughter and be unable to extricate himself.
In the battle between good and evil, Linghu Chong's understanding of the Yangwu Sword Technique had also soared by leaps and bounds. Proficiency, early stage of small success, middle stage of small success, late stage of small success, peak stage of small success.
Finally, Ling Huchong's spiritual sense cleared up and he shouted,""To eliminate evil is to promote good. A gentleman should use the three-foot divine sword in his hand to eliminate the injustice of the world!”
As the saying goes, lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. At this moment, the Yangwu Sword Technique finally broke through the realm of great success. With the help of the Purple Cloud Divine Art, its power had reached an unimaginable level.
Purple clouds filled the sky and enveloped Linghu Chong. His expression relaxed and his face was as purple as jade. Clearly, the Purple Clouds Divine Art had also made significant progress.
The First Evil Emperor of Wind and Cloud once said that a hundred years of cultivation was not as good as becoming a demon overnight. The critical point between Righteousness and Devil was the place where cultivation increased the fastest.
This time, Linghu Chong could be considered to have benefited from a disaster. However, not many people would be willing to try such a blessing!
At this moment, Linghu Chong's Violet Cloud Divine Art had reached a deeper level, and his Internal Strength cultivation had reached the peak of the initial stage of First-class. He had just broken through to First-class yesterday, and such a speed of improvement was enough to scare a group of people to death.
" Since the demonic path is cruel and the righteous path is merciless, then let me, Linghu Chong, guard the things that no one guards." Linghu Chong put away the White Rainbow Sword and picked up the baby girl. He smiled and flew onto his horse." Giddyup!"”
He rode like a meteor.
On this day, Linghu Chong began to walk his own path.
Five days later, in an ordinary restaurant.
A storyteller in a black robe knocked on the wooden table with a folding fan and said,""Everyone, you're already familiar with the older generation of martial artists. Today, I, Wandering Know-it-all, will tell you about a fifteen-year-old young swordsman.”
"Fifteen years old? What ability could a child have?”
"That's right, Wandering Know-it-all, you can't fool us!”
" Hehe, everyone knows that I, Wandering Know-it-all, never lie." Wandering Know-it-all smiled slightly." Although this young swordsman is only fifteen years old, he is one of the most talented youths in the past hundred years. His talent is comparable to Dongfang Bubai from back then.”
"What? So powerful! Who was he! What abilities do you have?"
Wandering Know-it-all stroked his beard and smiled,""Since everyone is interested, let me explain in detail. This young hero was the chief disciple of the Noble Sword of the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong, also known as the Flying God Sword of the Crimson Horse and Green Robe.”
" Just five days ago, Linghu Chong wiped out the Heavenly Water Stronghold at the foot of Mount Kunlun with a single sword. Then, the next day, he wiped out the Tianmen Stronghold at the border of Lan Province. After that, he wiped out more than a dozen Greenwood Strongholds in a row... Wherever he went, he wiped out everything with a single sword..." Wandering Know-it-all took a sip of tea, paused, and then said unhurriedly," I heard that between Mount Hua and Mount Kunlun, thousands of families have already offered Linghu Chong's longevity memorial tablet, known as the Demon Slayer Golden Boy."”
"The Heavenly Water Stronghold and the Heavenly Gate Stronghold are both strongholds with first-rate experts. In that case, Linghu Chong should have already become a first-rate expert. This kind of talent can indeed be compared to Dongfang Bubai.”
"That's right! In terms of martial arts, Linghu Chong might not be the strongest in the martial arts world. However, in terms of kindness, other than the many Taoist priests and eminent monks of Wudang and Shaolin, as well as the Noble Sword of Mount Hua, there were probably not many people who could compare to him.”Bai Xiaosheng sighed.
Just as everyone was discussing, Linghu Chong finally returned to Mount Hua.
In the Fragrance Restaurant, Linghu Chong walked into the restaurant with a child in his arms. His clothes were clean, but there was a faint smell of blood.
"Huang Jie, take me to your father.”Looking at the white-robed young man walking over, Linghu Chong said indifferently. His brows naturally emitted a suffocating majesty.
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