Some people don't need to make a move at all, but standing there, it's as if they have made a million moves.

Just like this graceful woman at this moment, her purple skirt is flying, and she stands with her sword raised.

The light gauze covers the face, but the sword aura is sharp!

The moment she appeared, the sword aura that overflowed swept away several people in the church.

The thrown body, like a waste dog, slammed into the temple behind him. In the muffled snort, it was already stained with blood.

The power of this woman is terrifying!

The audience was shocked, Katu and the others had even more constricted pupils, staring at the woman in front of them who suddenly broke in, and asked in horror: "You... Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The woman didn't speak, but she swept with her sword.

The fierce sword qi swept in all directions like an ocean storm.

Between the cracks of the rubble, the woman's words resounded through the world.

"Blood debt, blood payment!!"

In the majestic cold shouting, this church was full of sword energy.

"King Shura, save us..."

"Save us!"

In the desperation of the full house, the white-robed man who had been sitting in the back quietly raised his head and slowly stood up.

He looked at the graceful woman in front of him, but he sneered with a sneer on his face: "Dare to hit my Shura Temple, this century, you are the first." ”

In the faint laughter, the originally calm white-robed man burst into power in an instant!

A shocking war, but it was quietly staged in Western Europe.

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It's early autumn.

There is an autumn wind rising, and there are autumn leaves falling.

Yanjing, the political, economic and cultural center of China, and the martial arts center of China, is still calm.

The men walked swiftly with briefcases, their right hands still on the phone, and walked through the bustling streets in three steps and two steps.

The women's 20-centimeter high heels, dressed up in fancy clothes, also quickly squeezed into the crowd and hurried towards the place of work.

Some people are sleepy-eyed, they can still fall asleep on the subway, if they look a little good, maybe the men on the side will not be calm, and the quality is low, maybe they will secretly rub oil.

In short, this huge city is like a confidential machine at this time, and it is also running in the face of the rising sun. Everyone is so anxious, everyone is busy, for fear that if you stop your steps, you will be left away by others.

The surrounding red leaves are all over the ground, and the autumn outside the sky is crisp, so beautiful, but they have no time to take care of it.

Perhaps, this is life in the metropolis.

However, in this huge city, there is an unknown place, where the warriors of the North Drift are gathered, and at this time, they are talking about what happened on Yanshan Mountain a few days ago.

"Hey..."

"I really didn't expect that the God of War would withdraw from the supreme martial arts. ”

"Even the God of War is gone, Grandmaster Junbai and they are still unconscious, how difficult and calaminate our Huaxia Martial Arts has been recently..."

These days, Huaxia martial arts is gloomy.

While they were amazed that the God of War had withdrawn from the Supreme Martial Arts, they also began to wonder whether it was right or wrong for the Supreme Martial Arts to see death when the Chu Demon King was embattled?

Over the past year or so, after the propaganda of the Sword Saint and others, Chu Yun has long been a heinous demon in the eyes of Huaxia Martial Dao, the scum of Huaxia Martial Dao, many people think that Chu Yun is innocent of death, and no one doubts that the decision of the Supreme Martial Arts back then was wrong.

Even if Chu Yun is a native of Huaxia and the number one on the blood list, he is a demon who is thirsty for killing, and if this kind of person is saved, it will only add disaster to Huaxia Martial Dao.

But until that day, the god of war Nie Nantian violently beat the Sword Saint, and because of Chu Yun's matter, he publicly withdrew from the Supreme Martial Arts.

A young man who is so highly regarded by the Chinese God of War, many people can't help but start to wonder, is he really a demon?

"Maybe back then, our Huaxia Martial Arts really did something wrong..."

Some people shook their heads and sighed, but regret was useless, everything had become history. What they are more concerned about now is the future of Huaxia Martial Arts.

But now, even the Supreme Martial Arts has been divided, and the God of War Nie Nantian is gone, can such an organization still lead them in the Chinese Martial Arts?

At this moment, in the martial arts world, many people with lofty ideals have begun to worry, where is the future of their Chinese martial arts?

In the teahouse in the east of Yanjing, there are many martial arts people, but there is a hesitation on their faces.

However, no one noticed that an old man in gray robe who walked by the door frowned slightly when he heard their discussion.

"Has the god of war quit?"

The old man's expression was a little solemn, and he hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head.

"It seems that in the past ten years, a lot has happened in Huaxia Martial Dao. ”

But now, it's not the time for him to return to the highest martial arts.

"When you finish solving the matter in hand, go up to Yanshan and go to see the Sword Saint and them. ”

The old man thought so, and then lifted his footsteps and merged into the stream of people in the distance.

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Not long after, outside a huge manor in the east of Yanjing, the old man appeared again.

Fifteen years later, he returned again.

The gate of the manor is now whitewashed, but the surrounding trees are much thicker than they were then, the original holly has been replaced by flowers, and the bluestone floor is now paved with pebbles.

Everything has changed, and everything is not what it used to be.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar places around him, he never thought that after a farewell, he would come back again, but it was no longer a person.

The only thing that is still there may be the old locust tree in the manor.

After standing still for a moment, the old man walked to a nearby flower shop and bought a bouquet of flowers. Then he walked slowly towards the manor.

The security guard at the gate had already noticed this gray-robed old man, who had been standing at the gate of the manor for a long time just now, and now he was walking towards here with flowers.

The security guard was immediately puzzled, and walked over to stop him.

"This uncle, I see that you have been standing outside the Luo family's manor for a long time, do you have an appointment? Or are you a relative of the Luo family?"

The security guard spoke politely, after all, the old man in front of him was not an ordinary person, so he naturally had to be polite, in case it was a relative of the Luo family.

Hearing the security guard's words, the gray-robed old man frowned.

A moment later, a line of crimson blood poured out the heavens and the earth. In the roar, the young security guard just now had already fallen in a pool of blood.

The eyes were still open, but they were full of horror.

His body twitched violently, then he didn't move.

The old man didn't look at him, he didn't squint, he raised his footsteps, and stepped over him.

"This is the Wu family manor, where did the Luo family come from?"

In the faint voice, the gray-robed old man had already gone away and stepped into the manor.

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"Huai, Komatsu, my brother has come to see you. ”

Under the locust tree, the old man piled a small mound of soil with water, and then used his fingers into a sword to cut out a piece of bluestone from the ground, and his fingertips walked on the bluestone like a pen.

Then, the old man erected the tombstone under the locust tree.

He picked up the flowers he bought from the flower shop and sprinkled them gently.

The breeze is breezy, but there is a floral fragrance floating. The old locust tree was also gently swaying in the wind.

The sound of the clattering of leaves, like the choking of a man, lingered here.

The faint sunlight is sprinkled like water, but here, there is a sadness that even the sun can't dissolve.

He looked at the yellowed old locust tree, and then looked at the simple tombstone, and in a trance, the old man's old eyes were slightly moist.

In front of his eyes, it was as if the scene of his youth had appeared again.

At that time, the parents died in a car accident and the perpetrator escaped. The two young brothers depend on each other for their lives

......

"Brother, I want to. He remembered that it was a summer afternoon, and his brother pointed to the plush toys on the stall, grabbed his brother's hand, and his big eyes were full of hope and longing.

The elder brother touched his head: "My brother has no money, let's not want it, okay?"

Unexpectedly, the younger brother nodded sensibly: "Well, then wait until my brother has money to buy it." ”

The elder brother took his younger brother's hand and left, but after walking a few steps, he heard his younger brother's voice: "Brother, don't cry." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, when my brother has money in the future, buy a lot more for me, okay?"

"Brother don't cry, good..."

The younger brother's dirty hands wiped his tears from his brother's eyes.

From then on, my brother swore that one day in the future, he would become a human being, and he could give it to his younger brother and the whole world.

Later, his brother was at the top of the martial arts, on the top of Yan Mountain, he was named the King of Fighters, and was respected by the world.

It was also on that day that he gave the entire Jiangdong to his younger brother. Let him be, the honor of Jiangdong!