Wang Mu stood at the door of the Taishou Mansion and looked proudly at the man on horseback in front of him.

His long hair was tied up, and he fell down his back, and his face was as handsome as a knife and an axe.

Although he was wearing clothes and couldn't see the rumored blood-colored red dragon tattoo, Wang Mu still knew very well that across a courtyard was Liu Xuan, the leader of the rangers in Wancheng and the controller of the underground order.

And arrived a little slower, and the face that appeared next to Liu Jiu was even more familiar to Wang Mu, and it was also the face he had seen in the wine shop in Chang'an three years ago.

Wang Mu stretched out his hand, lifted the hair of Zhang Fang's head on the cases in front of him, and threw it forward. The head crossed an arc in the air, rolled twice on the ground, and landed in front of Liu Xiu and Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan's heart suddenly jumped, and his pupils had contracted.

Is that the head ...... Ren Guang?

"This ...... This is the man you will kill tonight. Don't bother anymore, I've already killed you for you. But ......"

Wang Mu paused, and showed a smile at Liu Xiu and Liu Xiu: "However, you don't need to thank me. Because I had already decided to kill him. ”

Liu Xuan turned over and dismounted, squatted down, and carefully picked up the head on the ground.

The lifeless head had a frightened expression on its face, and its eyes were staring out of its sockets. Fortunately, it wasn't Ren Guang.

It's - Zhang Fang! They were originally going to kill Wancheng Taishou!

"Who are you? Why did you kill Zhang Fang? ”

Now that he knew that it was Zhang Fang who died, Liu Jiu was a little less worried. He stood up, threw away Zhang Fang's head in his hand, looked at the man in front of him and asked coldly.

Liu Xiu, who was on the side, had just followed his brother to the door of the Taishou Mansion, and he fell into extreme shock.

Standing in front of the mansion in front of him was the man who was serving beside the old man in the Chang'an wine shop three years ago, performing the gift of a disciple.

Although he is a little older and has a short mustache on his upper lip, his appearance has always been firmly remembered by Liu Xiu.

So...... Where is the man in black who appeared in the bazaar later?

Liu Xiu's heart began to pound.

"Killed Zhang Fang because he was a waste, and in these years, he actually bribed for those meagre property and allowed the Liu clan in Nanyang to sit big."

Wang Mu's face suddenly showed a trace of incomparable pride: "As for ...... Me? I am the disciple of the greatest man in the world, Wang Mu! ”

"The greatest man?" Liu Xuan sneered: "I don't remember that I ever had a disciple like you." ”

Wang Mu smiled indifferently, and didn't care at all about Liu Xuan's ridicule: "Compared to him, you don't deserve to mention the word great at all." Because you ...... Under his arrangement, it will become a sacrifice for the new world! ”

A black figure emerged little by little from the shadows beside Wang Mu and appeared in Liu Xiu's sight. It was as if he had always been there, but before he appeared, it was as if he couldn't see anything.

"Han Zhuo, I'll work hard for you next."

Wang Mu's attitude towards the man in black was extremely respectful, and he saluted him with one hand on his chest, and then took a step back.

And Liu Xiu was already stunned. His heart began to beat wildly, and he returned to that moment three years ago, at the market on the outskirts of Chang'an.

He couldn't remember what he looked like, not even ...... Never saw it at all. But the chill and murderous aura exuded by this man named Han Zhuo was something that Liu Xiu could never forget for the rest of his life.

He is the man from three years ago, the man who almost killed himself, and his sword was as fast as lightning!

Liu Xiu clenched the reins in his hand tightly, and his chest began to rise and fall violently.

"Ah Xiu, was this guy who bullied you before?"

Liu Xiu's cold snort interrupted the fear in Liu Xiu's heart.

"It doesn't look like it's that strong."

Liu Zhuo jumped off the horse, still holding the long knife in his hand, and looked coldly at the black-clothed man named Han Zhuo in front of him.

"Listen to my brother, you want to kill him?"

Han Zhuo's hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his face stiff as frost, but he just nodded lightly and didn't say a word.

"Anyone who wants to kill Ah Xiu has to die."

In Liu Zhuo's eyes, two cold lights suddenly erupted, and his legs kicked violently on the ground, rushing towards Han Zhuo like lightning.

At the same time, Han Zhuo also flashed in place like a ghost, drawing a black shadow and blocking Wang Mu's body to meet Liu Zhuo.

Liu Zhuo's long knife was thrown out from his waist and slashed towards Han Zhuo with all his might.

Ever since Liu Jiu heard about the assassin who almost killed him from his younger brother, Liu Jiu had already decided that he must kill this man with his own hands.

Liu Xuan's hatred was as fast as thunder. However, at the moment when he just made a move, he suddenly felt a little wrong in his heart.

Liu Xuan didn't know what was wrong. This knife is a perfect knife in terms of strength, speed, angle, and direction. And the man named Han Zhuo in front of him, whether he was blocking or dodging, Liu Zhuo was ready to make a backhand.

But the instinct of being in a hundred battles has given him a keen sense of smell. At the same time as swinging the knife, Liu Jiu suddenly felt goosebumps on the skin all over his body, stinging like dense needle.

It was a murderous aura that was as thick as substance, and it enveloped his whole being.

It was as if a voice was telling him that after the knife was swung, he would ...... Die.

In an instant, Liu Xuan didn't think much about it, twisted his waist hard, pulled the knife back, and leaned back strangely in a forward posture.

At the same time as Liu Xuan leaned back, a cold wind stabbed in a sudden posture and swept in front of Liu Xuan. The cold sword body almost brushed the tip of Liu Xuan's nose.

Liu Xuan's back was numb for a while, and the long knife in his hand was heavily reversed, but the ending was still empty. The sword seemed to retract faster than it had stabbed out.

Liu Xuan's legs flicked, and the whole person jumped backwards quickly, and at the same time, the long knife swept out half a circle in front of him, protecting the front of him.

When he stood firm, he found that Han Zhuo in front of him did not pursue again, but just stood in place, looking down at the sword blade hanging from his hand.

On the edge of the sword, a drop of blood was slowly dripping down the ground along the tip of the sword.