The night before June 24th.

Mingyuan wine shop thirty miles away

In front of the dilapidated attic, a man lit a fire under the old tree and rested two narrow waist knives at his feet. He took a heavy sip www.biquge.info of wine and threw a dead branch into the fire, inexplicably remembering the woman lying half-dead in the coffin.

"Xiao Mi."

He screamed softly, his gaze darkening. Under the light of the fire, there is a hundred-meter-long tunnel hidden under the mottled moss marks in front of you.

At the end of the 100-meter-long road were several collapsed stone steps, and a few pairs of feet with white boots stepped on them in the dark night, silently approaching the edge of the fire.

Without saying a word, the man on the edge of the fire raised his head, pulled out the narrow waist knife resting on the ground for a while, and looked indifferently at the faint shadows in the darkness.

"Brother Zifeng, it's me Bai Yu. ”

A thin male voice came from the darkness, and a man dressed in white, with an unusual flow, took the lead out of the darkness, exposed to the faint light of the fire.

Behind the man in white, several men stood in the dark, their eyes staring at Zifeng's half-drawn waist knife, and they all pulled out the ancient sword, making a screeching sound.

"Didn't you say you would act tomorrow?" Zifeng heard the sound of the ancient sword unsheathed, his eyes narrowed, he took a step back, and shouted at Bai Yu, "Sit."

Bai Yu glanced at Zi Feng and chuckled, "I'm here to see if you're ready, Tianluo's group should be looking forward to it." As he said this, he sat down, stretched his legs, and raised his right hand behind his back and snapped his fingers back.

The sword was sheathed, and several men in the darkness stood straight in place, pressing the hilt of the sword with their right hand. Obviously, they were a little nervous, the swordsman in front of them was a legend in the former ink man, and it was rumored that this person was incredibly strong.

"I will help you deal with the group of people in Tianluo, and after the matter is completed, I hope that Master Qilin will be able to fulfill the promise she made. Zifeng heard the sound of a knife in the dark, he let go of the hand holding the knife on his waist, and shouted at Bai Yu, "I hope she lives." ”

"Haven't you been by Master Qilin's side these days?" Bai Yu sneered, he really couldn't figure out why a wandering Moxia would dream of a family, "Complete this mission, you take her away and live the life you agreed upon." ”

Hearing this, Zi Feng's cold face narrowed slightly, and he sat down, facing Bai Yu, "Who are you? What is the relationship between Master Zuo, the first ink craftsman of my Mo family, and you?"

"Do you want to join us completely? Sometimes curiosity isn't a good thing. Bai Yu raised his head and smiled slyly at Zifeng, revealing his bright teeth, "Once the number one master of Moxia, you have forgotten the difference between the present and the past." ”

At the end of the sentence, Bai Yu stood up and turned his head to look to the west, "Your guest is here, I'll leave first, remember tomorrow's appointment." ”

As the firelight flickered, White Feather walked into the darkness again. There was a sound of sparse and hasty footsteps in the west, and they came straight towards Zifeng.

Zifeng glanced at the white feather that had left on the long road, he grabbed the liquor that was resting at his feet, raised his head and poured himself a sip. As he bowed his head, his expression turned cold in vain.

"I just want to do what I want, why? Why embarrass me? Doesn't Juzi often say "non-fate"? What about my Zifeng's life?" The crazy words came out of Zifeng's throat when the sparse footsteps in the west came to an abrupt end. He stepped forward, and the mountain wind curled his long hair wildly.

In the darkness to the west, more than a dozen men in ink-colored robes walked out, holding long swords, and looked towards Zifeng with solemn eyes.

The person at their head was a middle-aged man with an unusually pale face, eagle eyes and thick lips, and a mark on his forehead that only a prisoner of the Chu State had. He looked at Zi Feng on the edge of the fire, and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, "Come back with me, the giant will make a ruling on your violation of the rules." ”

"Is it you?" Zifeng looked at the dozen or so people who were exposed in the firelight, his eyelids jumped, and he showed a bitter smile, "Ling Ge, if I say that the four people I killed are not from our Mo family, will you believe it?"

"Go back and explain to the giant. Ling Ge's tone was cold, and the people behind him slowly dispersed, faintly forming a semicircle, each pressing their right hands on the hilt of their swords, making a momentum of drawing their swords.

"Then draw your sword and speak with it. ”

The crazy laughter was accompanied by a lightning-like brilliance, Zifeng pulled out a narrow waist knife with his right hand, pressed it with his left hand, looked at the dozen people opposite, and bowed his legs slightly, "Go back and tell that man that I Zifeng has always agreed with his "fateful" theory. ”

Under the forced gaze of more than a dozen people Zifeng, their hearts were slightly cold. They each glanced at the shiny, thin and thin waist knife in Zifeng's hand. Cold sweat broke out on their palms, as a member of Moxia, they had an inexplicable fear and awe of this former comrade-in-arms.

In the name of "ghost knife", murder does not see its blood, and the knife is fast and sharp. Anyone who has ever seen Zifeng kill knows that after the knife is stained with blood, the blood on the blade will really be drunk by the blade, just like licking the blood in the throat of the prey.

"Do you want to kill us, kill us like you killed those four ink masters?" Ling Ge really couldn't stand Zi Feng's gaze, the long sword in his hand was pulled out with a "rub", he let out a low roar, and rushed forward with someone, "Go back with me and go to the front of the giant to admit your mistake." ”

"They're damned people! Kill them, kill them! I won't go back with you!" Zifeng bowed his legs slightly, and held the narrow knife in both hands to meet him, shouting, "Ling Ge, you don't understand me...."

The sparks on the edge of the fire splattered in all directions, and one man with a sword and another with a sword in both hands slammed into one place. The blades of the sword collided with each other, and the bodies of the two pressed forward, their eyes extremely sad and angry.

Behind Ling Ge, more than a dozen people rushed forward, each raising the long sword in his hand.

"Get out!"

A roar like thunder erupted from Zifeng's throat, and he quickly released his left hand, grabbed and pulled out the second long knife at his waist, and swept towards the dozen or so people who surrounded him. The two sides of the knife are cast with bamboo patterns, and the blade is extremely straight, and the thickness of the blade increases little by little, and a sharp arc can be seen with the naked eye.

The light flashed by, and the knife was withdrawn. The long sword raised by the few people behind cracked and broke in two, and the bodies of the ink heroes holding the hilt twitched slightly.

The arrival of the opponent's knife only left a cold afterimage in their pupils, and before they could react, the opponent's knife had already been withdrawn.