The night is getting darker, and the snow stops and the wind stops.

The third watch is approaching, and Liao is uninhabited.

Under the dim street lamps, the wide streets, the roofs of high-rise buildings, and the eaves of people's houses were whitened by the snow falling all day.

The bustling Ximen County street market finally won a moment of tranquility and silence.

Even the Qian family's mansion, which is full of people and deep in the city, rarely sees people.

As the most beautiful Qian family in Ximen County, the mansion is naturally rare and magnificent. Occupy a few miles of the circle, pavilions and buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, countless, beautiful.

Ascending to the heights, the Qian Mansion is surrounded by a meticulous circle. In the middle of the place, the Wenwu Building stands in the distance, with as many as ten floors and a height of dozens of meters. With the Wenwu Building as the center, the buildings are neatly arranged, and the first floor is lower than the first floor, and it is exquisitely staggered.

The Qian family's mansion has become a triangular shape.

Late autumn is slightly cool, under the plane tree in Qianfuzhong, the jackdaw cries coldly, and the house dog guarding the door curls up in a ball in the cold wind like a knife, shivering.

There was no one.

The house dog barked slightly, startling a sparrow on the plane tree.

At the gate of Wenwu Building, a trace of fire flashed inadvertently.

The fire slowly spread into a bonfire, and the flames fluttered in the cold wind.

A few spirits poured down in an unknown place, and the campfire burst into a raging fire.

Two figures appeared in the darkness, one fat and one thin, each with two large barrels, trotting steadily all the way on the eaves of the wall, stabbing the spirits all the way, and the fire spread all the way.

The two figures, one fat and one thin, converged in the Wenwu Building.

One holds a sword, the other holds a sword, and jumps down at the same time.

"Ten Mile Street Mo Xiaohe!" one person shouted.

"Ten Mile Street Zhang Ze!" one person responded in a loud voice.

The two voices resounded in unison, "Two Diao people came here to set fire!"

The sound tore through the silence of the night, startled jackdaws, startled dogs barking, and startled the lights of thousands of homes.

The family who worked, the maid who made the mattress quilt, the slave who maintained order, the cook who made a fire and made a meal, and the uncle who fed the horses with soju poured out from all over the world.

The fire is raging, and the figures are floating.

With a bang, a fat and a thin boy kicked open the gate of Wenwulou, with a single knife and a single sword, charging straight up, killing Qian Zheng!

The boy said he was coming, and the boy said he was going to kill!

Teenagers are no longer teenagers who sit still.

But the boy is still the same boy.

There is still no conspiracy, no trickery, still bold and frank, just seeking a battle in the light. Either you die or I die.

This is a hero who only seeks a sword and a thought, although he is a little silly and naïve.

Countless wealthy slaves in the Qian Mansion also swarmed with swords and sticks.

And for a young man who is as strong as a martial artist, it is just like destroying and decaying, and he will disperse as soon as he rushes.

It only hurts people, does not kill people, and only scares away countless people.

One fat and one thin, the two teenagers have gone up to the hall on the second floor in the blink of an eye.

There was no imagination in the Qian family's civil and military building, and the eldest young master Qian Jiao was shocked from his dream, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

It seems that on the contrary, it seems that the young master has been in the center for a long time.

He was lazily lying on the couch, his clothes were neat, the tea had been made, and two intimate maids were waiting beside him, one beating his waist and the other pressing his feet, which was very comfortable.

Two fixed slaves guarded both sides, and fifty slaves of all colors and products lined up in front.

The eldest young master drank tea and ate snacks, looking very comfortable, not surprised at all, "Waiting for more than two people! Welcome to the Qian family's mansion!"

"Young Master Qian is very comfortable in his childhood. The fat man Zhang Ze didn't bare his teeth and shout and shout to kill, or he was scared by this big battle, and at the moment of life and death, he was very emotional, "Why don't you call four maids again, and then move two beds, drink some wine together, press your feet, and fight again after you have fun?"

"I think too, I don't have much interest in fighting. It's just a pity that there isn't enough time. Press the massage again, I'm afraid the rack won't have time to fight, and your two straw bales will be taken away by the Royal Foresters. ”

Young Master Qian was not very interested in massage, so he wanted to kill, "You two, I finally found this opportunity to kill, it's not good to miss it." ”

Both sides are very indifferent and not afraid.

He has fifty first-grade slaves, and there are two slaves who can kill two villagers with one move, so he is not afraid.

These two Diao people, even if they can't be beaten, they are not very afraid, and heaven and earth are not afraid.

"That's right. If you don't have much time to play in a rich restaurant, it will be different. The fat man, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaohe, who was silent, "Xiaohezi, what else do you have to say? ”

The sword and sword shadow are life and death, drinking, massaging, drinking, dreaming and dying, all harmless little things.

At least in the case of these three people, it seems so.

Mo Xiaohe, who was silent, smiled playfully, and his cold face rarely showed a strange look, "We are not heroes, we shouldn't say anything before killing someone." But what is going to be killed today is Young Master Qian of Ximen County, if he doesn't say anything, I'm sorry for Young Master Qian's identity. ”

"Then you hurry up. "The fat man was already ready to move, and he was very impatient.

"You regard anyone's life as a mustard, and it has nothing to do with me. Mo Xiaohe just smiled slightly, "But you regard the lives of the people of Shili Street as grass mustard, and my life as grass mustard, but it won't work." ”

Use the most ordinary tone and say the most domineering words.

carelessly, full of fear of life and death.

The mountains never boast of their grandeur to the small slopes, and the sea never boasts of their vastness to the streams.

I don't care, so I don't deliberately, so I don't care, I don't care about life and death, so I don't fear death.

The eldest young master Qian Qian opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped talking.

It's not that I don't want to say.

It's just because Mo Xiaohe has already rushed out.

Mo Xiaohe is like this, he will fight when he says it. Don't talk about fighting, but also fight suddenly.

He is typical of not barking, but the most daring dog.

When this dog-like Mo Xiaohe was only four years old, he could not be frightened or afraid in the face of the adult Anan, and the person on the other side was tall and big, and the old shrimp with a bad body could be as calm as water even in the face of the old shrimp's knife.

This dog is also quite yin. Because he likes to play pebbles, when he is cooking, when he is doing laundry, and when he is idle, he squats on the wall in the backyard and plays it. Therefore, the kung fu of playing stones has been perfected, and there is almost no mistake, even a leaf a hundred meters away can also accurately hit and penetrate.

This dog, which is as strong as a martial artist, has infinite strength, so it is extremely lethal with a snap of a stone. He practiced this vicious move so that killing people could be invisible.

This dog is also quite stupid, and he is not very afraid of pain. Or that the reaction was extremely slow, and he punched him, and he found that it hurt after a long time.

Since the last time the first time he didn't succeed, he still hasn't given up. The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to settle down with a soul stone in my mouth, once after lunch, once at dinner, and once before going to bed.

He tried to enter meditation four times a day, and each time he experienced the severe pain of being torn all over his body and his soul torn apart, and after each time, his face would be pale, and one pain would be a pain all day, and he would be in pain when eating, drinking, and sleeping.

But he's been doing this for more than two months.

This dog is also resolute. He began to practice martial arts at the age of six. As soon as he finished his housework during the day, he followed Uncle Ying to practice martial arts.

Uncle Ying said that if he squatted for an hour, he would squat for two hours; when Uncle Ying said that he would practice a thousand times of stabbing the sword, he would practice 2,000 times; and when Uncle Ying said that he would practice 10,000 times to draw his sword and seal his throat instantly, he would practice 2,000 times.

Therefore, Mo Xiaohe, who is so bold, so not afraid of pain, so resolute, and so vicious like a dog, will never tell the other party that you should pose first.

As soon as his voice fell, he rushed out with lightning speed.

I saw only the afterimage, not the human form.

I only saw the shadow of the sword, but I didn't see the body of the sword.

I saw my head falling, but I didn't see blood.

A sword seals the throat.

The blade of the sword slashed precisely through the throat of a first-class slave, and with a thud, it slashed neatly, and the head fell to the ground.

Zhang Ze jumped on the spot, opened and closed, slashed with a knife, and cut it domineeringly, until the blade touched the ground, and a first-class slave, his body was forced into two halves.

First someone died, then blood was spattered.

It was the blood of the two first-class slaves who were splashed, and it was the blood of Mo Xiaohe.

The servant next to the eldest young master Qian Jiao had already punched Mo Xiaohe's chest in an instant.

Martial artists cultivate, refine muscles and bones, forge strength, and reach 500 catties, which is a nine-grade martial artist. So far, every liter of 500 catties of force, will be a product. Therefore, a martial artist, his muscles and bones are as hard as a dragon, his strength is greater than that of an elephant, and he breaks through a wall several meters thick with one punch.

After a product, he took the soul stone in his mouth to settle down, and his body was hammered by the power of ice and fire for seven days and seven nights, and then he was completely reborn, completely different from mortals.

After entering the body, the body knife can not be cut, the sword stab is not injured, the fire is not reliable, the water is not afraid, it is already immortal, the copper skin and iron bones, and the strength is even more broken mountains and gravel.

The servant slammed into Mo Xiaohe's chest with all his strength, knocking the latter ten meters away, crashing into the wooden window behind him, but he still didn't stop, continued to fly, and after breaking five windows in a row, he hit the edge of the stone wall, collapsed in the ruins, and spat blood.

This servant took advantage of the victory to pursue, quickly stepped forward, rushed into the ruins, grabbed Mo Xiaohe, raised a big fist in the casserole, aimed at Mo Xiaohe's head, and punched again.

With this punch, the skin opened and the flesh opened, and Mo Xiaohe's skull was faintly concave.

Another punch hit the Adam's apple in Mo Xiaohe's neck, breaking his muscles and bones and hurting his blood.

After this punch, Mo Xiaohe was almost a waste, and his face was covered with blood.

Yu was hit in the neck, his mouth opened unconsciously, but his teeth were still closed, and it was faintly visible that there was a stone hidden in his mouth under the white teeth, a stone that was blackened all over.

The slave still did not let go, and punched again and again, beating to the death.

Qian Zhen has a total of two slaves, and the other one, naturally, does not rest, and also punches the fat man Zhang Ze in the face.

This punch hit the fat man's nose with the power of slashing the moon and the stars.

This fat man had just finished killing someone, and he was still in a cool pose. He was holding a big knife in one hand, putting his trouser pocket in the other, his head and chin facing the sky, and only those eyes were aimed down at Zhang Ze.

Even if it was a slave's fist, hitting him in the nose didn't stop him from being cool.

Because of this punch, he didn't hurt or itch.

Great Xia established the Divine Pavilion, forcibly incorporated all the strong people above the Divine Pavilion into the Divine Pavilion, sealed all the soul stones in the Divine Pavilion, and erased all the cultivation methods in the Book of Heaven about the martial arts and above.

Ordinary people will no longer be able to learn the martial arts above the first-grade martial arts, let alone have soul stones to advance, and no one will teach them.

Therefore, those who can rely on their own talent to cultivate to a grade are not ordinary people.

The old immortal Ao Bing of the Divine Pavilion, and even Mo Xiaohe's master Cangsheng said that Zhang Hu was not an ordinary person, and his cultivation talent was rare.

Zhang Ze, a fat man who was born a phoenix, is not an ordinary person.

This fat man who is not an ordinary person, now with the book of heaven and the soul stone given by Mo Xiaohe, he will go to heaven.

So he had only been cultivating for more than two months, and he had settled down yesterday. With the innate phoenix attribute, he is stronger than ordinary entrants.

That's why he's here today.

The fat man finally stopped staring at Qian Zheng, but unhurriedly turned his eyes and glanced at the slave who put his fist against his nose.

The fat man grabbed the servant from the neckline, turned and threw it back, made an arc, and with a bang, slammed the latter to the floor.

The fat man turned his face and looked at the stunned Qian Zheng.

The fat man walks like a fly.