Chapter 444: Kill kill kill

Nine years ago, Dark River had its own blood night.
After that night, Su Changhe put on a silver mask to cover the scars left that night, put on a black robe, and became the new patriarch of Dark River.
And Su Muyu took off his mask as a "puppet" and became the Patriarch of the Su Family of Dark River.
The older generation of Anhe Teachers and their parents all disappeared from the world that night, leaving only Xie Qidao, the owner of the Xie family. They formed a new dark river, a young, more terrifying dark river.
As Su Muyu walked forward step by step, the black energy in Su Changhe's hand became stronger and stronger.
Although they can have a lot to say, because they have been brothers many times.
But they also understand that there is no need to say anything. No matter any one of them, they will make a decision that will not be changed easily.
Su Muyu jumped, and the light sword in his hand twirled, the whole person lightly tapped the toes, and instantly turned into a whirlwind, hitting Su Changhe.
Su Changhe slammed a punch and hit directly on the tip of the sword.
The whole rapier was bent into a curve, Su Muyu paused, and the whole person jumped into the air. With a sudden pull with his left hand, the seventeen flying blades swept back and slammed towards Su Changhe.
Su Changhe knew the power of this sword formation better than anyone else. He retreated sharply to avoid these sharp blades.
Without the sword power, or even the unspeakable sword aura, every sword of Su Muyu was a real sword.
Killing sword.
This is Su Muyu, the cold-blooded killer who controls the ultimate killing technique, relying on just a pair of hands and the superb skills in his hands. Knife silk puppet art is not that advanced skill in the dark river. At least 30% of the killers of the Su family can be considered proficient, but only two people have been able to reach the realm of Su Muyu in a hundred years. One is Su Shiba who is named after the sword, and the other is Su Muyu.
Eighteen sharp blades fluttered in the air, showing the cold light, even Su Changhe had to admire the exquisite skill of this skill, Su Muyu had stepped back more than a dozen steps, he inserted the rapier in the ground, and the remaining ten The seven rapiers began to fly in the air, flying without rules, as if being controlled by a god-man. But it was Su Muyu's hands that actually controlled them.
Su Muyu had already practiced the two-handed sword formation technique, which Su Shiba had never learned back then.
Su Changhe frowned slightly, and even he had never known about it. In these years, even he had never understood Su Muyu's true strength.
However, Su Changhe looked at the Sen Leng Jian Wu in the air, feeling the more and more violent killing intent, but the flying swords only revolved around him, and did not really attack.
Until Su Muyu's hand sank lightly.
Finally, a thin sword pierced towards Su Changhe, and Su Changhe moved. With a wave of his long sleeves, his whole body violently violently, he was on the spot, punching punch after punch.
In an instant, a crisp metal sound rang, and the broken sword flew up.
Su Changhe sneered: "Su Muyu, you still don't understand. In the face of absolute power, your proud killing technique is just juggling!"
At that moment, Su Muyu seemed to see Su Changhe as a child.
At that time, Su Changhe was still a stubborn boy, falling down again and again under the sword of the teacher. The teacher said: "You are such an untalented waste." Su Changhe shook his head and looked at his teacher, his eyes full of cruelty: "You are better than me now, and you are qualified to call me waste, but one day, I will Give these two back to you."
Su Muyu sighed, her eyes suddenly changed.
That indifference suddenly disappeared and was filled with a fierce killing intent.
Su Muyu pulled his left hand vigorously, and then suddenly let go. Those rapiers flying in the air suddenly lost support, pouring down like a twilight rain. Su Muyu waved the sword in his hand and leaped towards Su Changhe.
Su Changhe's robe was suddenly lifted by a gust of wind. He was startled and looked at Su Muyu.
This wind is a sword wind, and this momentum is a sword wind!
Su Changhe was suddenly in a trance, as if he was in a wilderness, where there was nothing but a small wooden house. The man holding the umbrella stood silently, looking up at the rain falling down.
Su Changhe once joked to Su Muyu: "Why every time I see you, I feel that it is going to rain and the surroundings are barren?"
At that time, Su Muyu just smiled and didn't say much.
But at this moment Su Changhe finally knew that this was Su Muyu's cultivating his sword power. Although he had always claimed to be a murderer, deep down in his heart, he might have regarded himself as a real swordsman.
The swordsman Su Muyu.
Su Changhe closed his eyes. He had never thought that he would use this trick so early. In the battle of Leijiapu, he absorbed the inner strength of Tang Sect old man to feed his own Demon Palm. Although the last internal force absorbed can only be one of ten, Su Changhe still gradually discovered that his body seems to be undergoing some subtle changes.
But he carefully observed such changes.
Li Hanyi had almost become a wanderer in the first battle with them, and finally became confused.
Zhao Yuzhen killed the three elders of the Tang Sect, wounded the two killers, and the sword that forced him back was clearly in the realm of spiritual travel, but in the end he died of a pear flower needle.
And just now Luo Qingyang also broke the boundary suddenly, but soon almost lost his mind, and was even more vulnerable under severe injuries than before.
Since the Shenyou Profound Realm is the peak, there must be taboos above the peak that he doesn't know.
But since Su Muyu had already taken out his final killer move, Su Changhe had to use his strongest palm.
"I wandered into the world in an instant, and returned to the heavens in an instant." Su Changhe suddenly opened his eyes after a silent sentence.
Launch in one palm!
Yan Mo's palm, which even the former patriarch had never waved, was nine successes.
Su Muyu calmly watched the Changhong sword in Su Changhe's palm break inch by inch, and sighed softly: "Today, you lose in your hands."
Su Changhe sneered: "It was you who gave me the position of chief executive."
Su Changhe withdrew his sword and violently retreated. Su Changhe slapped him out with a palm. Su Muyu fell to the ground with blood flowing on his chest. He tried to pull it up again. The broken sword kicked into flight.
"Born by the sword, and died by the sword. You take off the disguise of a murderer, then die as a swordsman." Su Changhe flicked his finger, and the broken sword flew towards Su Changhe.
But after hearing a "ding", the broken sword was repelled by a sudden flying sword.
Su Changhe suddenly looked up.
I saw Wushuang sitting on the eaves, with the Wushuang sword box on the side wide open. He swayed his legs and said quietly to Su Muyu lying below: "Uncle, I just said you are a swordsman. "