The long knife was sharp, and it was tightly held in Lin Dazhu's hand with bulging purple veins. The rough hemp rope on the handle of the knife was already soaked with sweat from his hands. The knife is an old knife, the blade is full of knocks, but the blade is shiny as new, and it is well maintained. The hemp rope was newly wound by Lin Dazhu himself, only in the ravines adjacent to the two hemp ropes, there was still a little fine velvet, and the raised part had already been polished by Lin Dazhu's rough palm, and the hemp rope had changed from the initial yellow to light brown, which was the color that had been soaked in sweat, and it was the color that had not yet been stained with blood.

Lin Dazhu looked at the Zhiyuemen family members who were gagged and knelt down on the hillside and just understood that their fate was constantly struggling, and his heart was full of inexplicable emotions. As a guy from a small town restaurant, I don't have much knowledge, but I simply think that this is not right.

He also knew that the fate that awaited these people was sealed.

The so-called fate is that until the last moment, you will never know its existence and direction.

Standing on the hillside full of people, in this oppressive atmosphere, even the silence itself is suppressed.

Lin Dazhu, who was standing in the silence of all around, clearly realized at this moment that the bright and glamorous side of the Iron Sword Sect's fresh clothes and angry horses was only the side that was shown in front of the world, the more powerful the sect, the more full of killing, dark and invisible, and he was the composition of the dark side.

As twilight approached, the middle-aged captain in the distance made a gesture that he could move. The people of the Iron Sword Gate followed the captain's gesture with different glances, and looked at the youngest gang.

I am here for revenge, Lin Dazhu used the last trace of strength from the bottom of his heart to convince himself.

Kneeling in the first position was a woman in her twenties, her hands tied behind her back, her head on the ground, and the sound of "ho ho" coming from her throat only reached Lin Dazhu's ears.

The knife, which usually keeps practicing, seems to have a thousand pounds of weight at this moment, and Lin Dazhu's hands can be raised.

Thinking back to the position during the exercise, he swung it down hard, "poof", the feeling of chopping on his neck was much more pleasant than usually chopping on wood, Lin Dazhu felt a burst of warmth on his face, and then reacted, it was the woman's blood splashed on his face.

The voice in the woman's throat suddenly stopped, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the still somewhat beautiful head had fallen not far away. On the headless body, blood was spurting out from where it had been its neck and falling on the grass.

Lin Dazhu touched the warmth on his face with his hand, and the wet and greasy feeling passed over from his palm, and the wet and greasy became hot in an instant, and Lin Dazhu's hand quickly bounced away.

The moment he grabbed the hilt, the blood extended along the tendons of the hemp rope, and the hemp rope wrapped around the handle was instantly dyed red.

It won't be long before the bright red hilt will turn black and brown, the same color as the hilt of the Iron Sword Gate Gang.

The woman's blood was already spurting, and it flowed down the hillside, but most of it seeped into the earth, and Lin Dazhu was now trembling among the women and children, as if he saw the scene of the sword soldiers approaching the Baiyun Tower.

"I've avenged you." When the cool wind in the mountains rose, Lin Dazhu held a long knife and became fierce......

"Let's go now." , The middle-aged captain stood in the twilight, looked at Lin Dazhu, whose heart was shaken, and said to the emaciated rider, "One last trial, stay away from this side." ”

The middle-aged captain forcibly prevented himself from looking at the carriage parked on the hillside not far away, which was another purpose for him this time.

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The wind cooled and blew the thatch on the cliffs.

"The weather was weird, it looked like it was going to rain." Qijiazi sniffled, sniffed around a few times with her head tilted back like a dog, and said casually. For Li Ping, Qijiazi has several plans, but it definitely does not contain the current situation. As the person with the major clues of Baiyun Tower, Qijiazi has countless methods to make Li Ping explain the affairs of Baiyun Tower clearly, but he also knows that after passing through so many forces, their means will not be much less than his own. After seeing Li Ping's madness on the cliff wanting to die with him, he changed his mind.

Madness is the source of chaos.

Li Ping turned his face sideways, glanced at Qijiazi, who had made up his mind and looked embarrassed, and did not speak. Being crazy in your bones doesn't mean that you don't know how to live or die with Qijiazi. Li Ping, who has no iron drill, is like a tiger without teeth, or an old dog without teeth, and does not have any combat effectiveness. Obviously, Qijiazi also knows this very well, and in Qijiazi's intelligence, the description of Li Ping's is very accurate, so accurate that he knows his martial arts better than Li Ping's own.

Qijiazi and Li Ping hid behind the thatch, across a valley, taking advantage of the last trace of light in the sky, watching Lin Dazhu raise the knife in his hand and fall again. Lin Dazhu, who was standing motionless on the hillside at the end, said to Li Ping, "You are ruthless enough, are you all like this when you come out of Baiyun Tower?" ”

While speaking, on the side of the mountain, someone led Lin Dazhu to the deeper part of the mountain.

......

The emaciated rider led Lin Dazhu to quietly evacuate the crowd and walk deeper into the mountain. The four gangs behind him slowly followed behind Lin Dazhu, if Lin Dazhu could still find some abnormalities in normal times, at this moment, he had completely attracted most of his mind by the head that had just fallen on the hillside.

When the hillside is no longer visible, the emaciated rider stops and looks around, the grass grows and the trees are tall, and it is a good place. Lin Dazhu lowered his head, did not retract it, and hit the rider's back, causing the rider to frown.

"Lin Dazhu." The emaciated rider, straddling a slightly higher point stone, looked at Lin Dazhu condescendingly, and asked in a gloomy manner, "I just want to ask once, the background of Master Ding of Baiyunlou?" ”

"Master Ding's background?" Lin Dazhu, who was immersed in the fact that he had just killed his unarmed family, was surprised by the rider's question, "What is the background of Master Ding as a cook?" ”

The thin rider didn't have much hope for this, but Lin Dazhu's confusion still annoyed him.

The rider frowned and waved his hand. Two gangsters bullied up from behind, holding Lin Dazhu in both arms, and one of the other people came around from behind and stared at him.

Lin Dazhu came back to his senses from the panic of killing, and he hadn't clarified the scene in front of him, but he only said that he had killed the person who pointed to the Moon Gate today, and he had already been further recognized by the Iron Sword Gate, so why was he holding his arms now.

"Master Nading...."The matter of Baiyun Tower, he has already made it very clear.

"Noise." The emaciated rider became more and more irritable, and this Lin Dazhu was even more submissive, not believing that he could get further information from his mouth, "Do it." ”

One of the gangsters opposite Lin Dazhu stepped forward, grabbed Lin Dazhu's hair with his left hand, and used force in his hand to break Lin Dazhu's head back, revealing Lin Dazhu's thick neck.

With his right hand, he drew a short knife from his boot, which was about a foot long and had a tiny arc at the tip, which was extremely sharp.

The knife-wielding gang looked at Lin Dazhu's still ignorant eyes, and patted his face with a short knife, which swept from his cheek to his chin and against the hollow of his throat.

The man looked back at the emaciated rider, and after getting an affirmative look, he turned his head and slid the short knife gently into his chest along the hollow of his throat.

Lin Dazhu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, blood spurted non-stop, splashed on his chin, and watched the blood spurt for a while, gradually getting smaller, but it was no longer spraying.

Everyone saw that the blood was no longer spraying, and couldn't help but relax, but they didn't want that Lin Dazhu still had some strength in his body, and the struggle was suddenly violent, and with the struggle, the blood continued to spurt out, and everyone couldn't catch him for a while, he broke free, bumped into the person with a short knife on the opposite side, and ran down the valley in a panic, Lin Dazhu ran quickly in the first few steps, and when he ran three or five steps, his steps suddenly slowed down, and his body began to shake.

The foot stumbles and tumbles down the hillside.

A few people knew that this Lin Dazhu was no longer alive, and they didn't chase after him, but just looked at his tumbling back, pointing and laughing, and laughed more at the person who was struggling with Lin Dazhu and holding the knife.

The man's face was pale with ridicule, his face gradually became ugly, and he rushed down the hillside along the blood stains that Lin Dazhu had spilled. At the bottom of the hillside, Lin Dazhu was almost out of breath, just lying on the ground and convulsing.

When the man came closer, he only took out the long knife at his waist, and with just one knife, he chopped off Lin Dazhu's head.

The man carried the head of the man and came up the hill with his head. When he came to everyone, he put his head on the ground and looked at the other people coldly.

There was blood flowing out of Lin Dazhu's head, and the long knife that flowed to Lin Dazhu's lost on the ground, and the hemp rope at the handle of the knife had all been dyed red at this moment.