In the gloomy rain curtain, the sword light that seemed to be extremely bright and swift had already pierced Dongfang Zhuo's eyebrows with the sound of breaking wind in the blink of an eye.

This sword is already a rare swordsmanship in the world, the essence of the sword of hatred, at this moment in the hands of Dongfang Lou undoubtedly displayed, resolute, fierce, indomitable, although death does not regret. The eighteenth style of the Heaven Hating Sword Technique: The sword is out of life!

The sword comes out of nowhere, either kill the enemy or die yourself, there is no second way to choose.

This seemingly sudden shot had already been expected by Dongfang Zhuo, and the sword had no regrets, and there was no life or death. Dongfang Zhuo can also see that he is begging for death, since he is begging for death, then go to death.

When the tip of the sword was about to stab the sword into the center of his eyebrows, Dongfang Zhuo just tilted his head slightly, let go of the sword, and then turned sharply, with an afterimage, appearing behind Dongfang Lou like a ghost, and there was already an embroidery needle in his hand, which pierced the back of the opponent's neck indifferently.

Dongfang Lou's sword movement stopped abruptly, as if it was fixed there, and after a while, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Dongfang Zhuo, his eyes were full of pleading: "Let go...... Spare the others, please ......"

Dongfang Zhuo's face was calm, and he said slowly: "The Sword Technique of Hating the Sky, the sword technique created by the first generation owner of Chengjian Villa, Dongfang Hate, has a total of twenty-three styles. Dongfang Hate, formerly known as Dongfang Yougu, changed its name to Dongfang Hate after the family was wiped out. After the completion of the sword, the charm in the sword has a momentum of hating the heavens and hating the common people. ”

"Although his swordsmanship was learned from the Divine Sword Xie family, with a sense of hatred, he surpassed the owner of the Divine Sword Mountain Villa back then. You learned his swordsmanship, but you don't have that momentum. Don't you think it's ridiculous that even though he is a grandmaster, he is bent on death, hoping to save the lives of others with his own death?"

After saying these words, he slowly pulled out the embroidery needle pressed on the back of Dongfang Lou's neck.

Dongfang Lou closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground, splashing a puddle of rain.

"Daddy——!"

"Daddy——!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one looked immature, it was a little girl of seven or eight years old under the eaves, she wanted to rush over, but was hugged by the middle-aged woman beside her.

And the other voice was from a certain young man in the square, his age was similar to Dongfang Zhuo, and his appearance was also very handsome, and the starry eyes under the sword eyebrows were already red, and he shouted: "I'll kill you!"

"Choke!" drew the sword, the sword light flew, and attacked Dongfang Zhuo directly.

A smile appeared on Dongfang Zhuo's face, he didn't care about the sword blade stabbed by the young man, and when the tip of the sword was about to stab him, he just gently stretched out his hand and flicked a finger on the opponent's sword.

The sword shattered.

Before the young man's face could show a look of surprise or consternation, he had already shut the door, and the boy struggled like a lamb fluttering wildly.

"The Ninth Form of the Hatred of Heaven Sword Technique: Broken Bones. Well, yes, the hatred is there, and the momentum is enough, but it's a pity that you're just a second-rate person, and if you're a grandmaster, Bendu might be a little more serious. ”

When Dongfang Zhuo finished speaking, the young man stopped struggling, and his whole body was weakly lifted in his hands.

Slowly let go, and the corpse fell to the ground.

In the square, pins can be heard.

Dongfang Zhuo raised his eyes and looked at the people on the opposite side who were panicking, grieving, or dodging, and opened his mouth slightly, ready to say something.

However, when he just opened his mouth, an old man walked out, he looked very majestic, his eyes were condensed, and he said slowly: "'Shadowless Divine Needle' Dongfang Zhuo, the old man was also a little puzzled when he heard this name, and he also thought that you and my Chengjian Villa may have some origins, and then I thought about it, maybe this is just a coincidence in the surname, after all, there are many people with the surname Dongfang in this world, not only my Chengjian Villa." It's just that what the old man never expected was that you would be Dongfang Mei's son. The old man thinks you're already dead......"

The old man's expression was a little sad, he shook his head, and continued: "Old man Dongfang Mingshan, if you are close by blood, your father Dongfang Mei is the old man's own nephew. You are also the old man's own nephew, now that Dongfang Lou is dead, and his son has also been killed by you, your grievances over the years should have been reduced a lot, can you read the relationship between the old man and you, and let the old man finish the book and tell you what happened back then? There is another hidden ...... in this?"

"I don't want to know, and I don't need to know. Dongfang Zhuo's face was expressionless, and he said: "Dongfang Mingshan, my father is your own nephew, where were you when he died?"

When Dongfang Mingshan was just about to speak, Dongfang Zhuo chuckled, waved his hand, interrupted him, and said, "Don't say it, those are all nonsense." The fact is that if Ben Du had died that year, you might occasionally sigh at how Dongfang Mei's son was, or you wouldn't have remembered it at all. ”

"Maybe when I talk about the events of the year, I will say a word, how is Dongfang Mei, and then let it go lightly, after all, our family of three is dead. Sometimes some of you also think that Dongfang Mei's son may not be dead, but so what, he is just an orphan. ”

"Now, Ben Du is standing in front of you alive, and what kind of messy or unavoidable reasons do you want to say to explain all these reasons, because Ben Du is now the right governor of the Xuanyi Guard of the Forbidden Army of the Son of Heaven, and Bai Xiaosheng's "New Weapon Spectrum" ranks eleventh 'Divine Shadow Needle', so you want to tell this Governor this, that, that, back then. ”

Dongfang Zhuo paused for a moment, looked at Dongfang Mingshan, showed a smile, and asked: "What if I'm just a nobody now? Will you tell me this? You must not even bother to look at me, right? If you make another assumption, I am just a strong martial artist at the moment, and I came to you for revenge, you know my murderous name, and you also know that you can't beat me." ”

"Then, you invited the respected seniors in the martial arts to come over to mediate, and then you talked about your 'last resort' back then, and killed a culprit to show me, and I also forgave you because of the bloodline of the Dongfang family. Since then, although I am not close to the Dongfang family, I have become your help outside, and the rules of the rivers and lakes are like this. ”

Dongfang Zhuo took a deep breath and continued: "Presumably, when you learned that I was coming, you must have also sent a message to those martial arts celebrities who came to say goodbye. But they didn't come, why? Because they didn't dare, because I was the right governor of Xuanyi, that's all. ”

When Dongfang Mingshan heard such words, he was silent, and then raised his sword and said: "Dongfang Zhuo, the right governor of Xuanyi, the old man 'Dialing Cloud Sword' Dongfang Mingshan, lead!"

Dongfang Zhuo chuckled, waved his finger, and said, "The Grand Governor said that the villain died from talking too much. Ben Du is a villain at the moment, and he has said so much, so he plans to find a death. Well, that's right, there are more than 100 of you, and I'm just one, why do you come and die one by one, instead of going together? ”

"Arrogance!"

Dongfang Mingshan drew his sword angrily, and the sound under his feet sounded violently, and he directly slashed at him with the nineteenth style of the Hate Heaven Sword Technique.

Dongfang Zhuo skillfully avoided the sword, but ignored him, giggled like a godly maniacal laugh, and crashed directly into the crowd.

The Tiance Gate Peerless Extinction Palm "snapped" out, and in an instant, there were screams and bursts of blood mist, and several people were stopped by him and slapped into two sections.

"Spread out!"

Dongfang Mingyu screamed, and the others instantly picked up light skills and scattered away.

"Want to go?"

Dongfang Zhuo chuckled, his phoenix eyes were slightly slanted, and there were more than a dozen embroidery needles in his hand abruptly, and at the same time as he broke someone's neck, the embroidery needles scattered.

Screams followed, and more than a dozen corpses fell.

"Sword Formation!"

Dongfang Mingshan turned around and shouted angrily to organize the others to turn around and pounce.

The Dongfang people reacted, and after a slight dispersion, they gathered again, and more than 100 people surrounded Dongfang Zhuo in the center, with a sword in their hands, some jumped in the air, and some people walked steadily, undulating with each other but silent, constantly changing their positions.

The layers of sword tips suddenly appeared from time to time, and the four sides surrounded him.

Dongfang twisted the embroidery needle in his hand, squinted his eyes and smiled: "The Wudang faction's four-phase gossip sword formation, and the fusion of the battle methods of the Shengwu battle array, Chengjian Villa, the background is extraordinary......"

As soon as these words fell, countless swords stabbed at him intensively.

Dongfang Zhuo's body was like a ghost, and he dodged the dense sword rays at an extremely incredible angle, and then the embroidery needle was punched, and more than ten people were hit, either injured and fell, or had already died.

Suddenly, the left and right people will disperse, eliminating those who are injured or dead, and once again forming a new sword formation.

The sword light flashed, after all, it was too dense a formation, Dongfang Zhuo had already seen three or five wounds on his body because of the surprise attack just now, but it was not fatal, and he couldn't see anything under the big windbreaker with his sleeves.

"Yikes!"

In the midst of the heavy sword array, an angry roar sounded in his ears.

At the same time, a bright sword light flashed out, stabbing straight into Dongfang Zhuo's chest.

The twenty-second style of the Hatred of the Sky Sword Technique: The Hatred of the Sky has no eyes!

Cold, absolutely, never die!

In a moment, the embroidery needle shot out, deflecting the trajectory of the sword.

Dongfang Mingshan was slightly stunned, and at the same time, this sword had already pierced into the chest of the right governor.

This sword stabbed too strangely, Dongfang Mingshan didn't know why, looked at Dongfang Zhuo's vomiting blood and was hit hard, and asked, "Why don't you hide?"

Dongfang Zhuo smiled: "Because I have to wait for the next sword......"

Before the words fell, another sword pierced directly into the back of his heart!

"Stab" sound, through the body!

Dongfang Zhuo used his true strength, tightly clamped the muscles of the two swords, slowly turned his head, and looked at the person behind him: "Dongfang Mingyu, it's okay now, the two grandmasters of the Dongfang family, you can die." ”

As the words fell, Dongfang Zhuo twisted the silver needle in his hand, as if he stretched out his hand slowly, and nailed it to their eyebrows one after the other.