The grievances of the rivers and lakes are difficult to clear, and how can it be done with many shadows.

Eventually, the water will come out, and the phoenix will roar for nine days!

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, people are divided into good and evil, and rivers and lakes are also beautiful and ugly.

There is no one on the rivers and lakes who can be trusted or worthy of trust.

Because you never know if an angel in the last second will become a demon in the next!

Night, late at night.

The autumn wind swept through Lianxia Mountain.

It is like a steel knife, using the green mountains as a chopping board, and treating all living beings as fish and meat.

The sky is ruthless, the earth is ruthless, and people are ruthless when they exist in heaven and earth.

"I didn't expect it...... I really didn't expect it! A green-shirted scribe sighed softly.

His face was full of sadness, and he stood behind the book case in Xuantian Tower.

There was a secret report on the bookcase, and there were very few people who knew about this secret report, so few that there were no more than three people in the entire rivers and lakes.

Wind, strong wind!

In a flash of coldness, the razor-sharp sword stabbed into the scribe's throat.

The sword was so fast that no one could see it, cold and ruthless.

The green-shirted scribe was not terrified when he saw the sword stabbing at him.

As if he had expected it, his footsteps only flickered slightly, and he was three feet away.

"Hahaha!"

The people who came laughed, and the laughter was like that of a night owl, and it was chilling to hear it in the middle of the night.

"Brother Yun, I haven't seen you for many years, and my martial arts are getting more and more sophisticated!"

The green-shirted scribe bowed slightly.

"Your skill is not what it used to be, and it is far above me."

As he spoke, his eyes slowly looked at the secret report on the table, and his expression was extremely calm.

The reason why he can still be calm is not because he is confident, but because he sees death as home.

"You know I'm coming?"

"I know. From the moment I received the secret report, I already knew it. ”

"You're smart!" The visitor nodded, a smile on his face.

"You said that twenty years ago."

"Haha, do you calculate that today next year will be your memorial day?"

"Of course I do. You will never allow anyone who knows this secret to live. ”

The visitor nodded, "Since you know, why don't you run away?" ”

The green-shirted scribe smiled bitterly, his expression extremely complicated.

"Run? Wherever the person you want to kill flees to death, how can I escape, and where can I escape? ”

"So you'd rather die here?"

"That's right, really smart people should save their efforts and not do those unnecessary struggles."

There was another burst of laughter, a very pleasant laugh.

"Brother Yun, you're right, you're really a smart person!"

Then he sighed again, smug and helpless in his tone.

"It's a pity, I don't want anyone in this world to be smarter than me, you should know that!"

The green-shirted scribe said slowly, "I know, and I didn't think I would survive tonight. ”

"That's great, there's no one smarter than me in the world!"

"You're wrong, you're wrong!"

"Oh? What do you mean by that? ”

"The victory of good over evil has never depended on your cleverness."

"You mean to say that sooner or later I'm going to lose?"

"That's right, you're going to lose, and you're going to die a terrible death!"

"Hahaha, the ending of the little brother is not to worry about Brother Yun."

The visitor turned and walked slowly to the window, standing with his hands in his hands.

He looked out the window at Chenxing, as if looking at the world that was already within reach.

"Whether I die early or achieve great things, you can't see it!"

The green-shirted scribe also burst out laughing at this time, and his laughter was full of ridicule of the comer.

"Hahaha, I still have a son, if I die, you won't have a good life in the future!"

The visitor nodded, turned around, and spoke slowly with a sneer.

"Then I will cut down the grass and eradicate the roots with your son, so that the Yun family will disappear from the rivers and lakes forever!"

The green-shirted scribe took a jug of wine and two more glasses.

"You and I haven't drunk together for years, and I don't want to leave regrets before I die......"

As he spoke, he slowly filled his glass and handed it to the visitor.

"Good! I'll drink this last cup with you! ”

The visitor snatched the glass and drank it without thinking.

The green-shirted scribe smiled, "You are very bold! Are you really not afraid that wine is poisonous? ”

The person who came shook his head, "I understand you, with your character, you will not be poisoned if you die!" ”

As he spoke, he drank the wine in his glass, and then pressed his hand on the sword.

The green-shirted scribe laughed and drank the wine from his glass with his neck tilted.

He drank not only the wine in the cup, but his own life.

"Come on!"

Before the green-shirted scribe drew his sword, his sword struck out like lightning.

The green-shirted scribe's body flashed, and a long sword appeared in his hand in an instant.

Both of them are rare masters in the world, and their swordsmanship is one of the few in the world.

At this time, they are standing opposite to each other, and the aura around them alone is enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth, and the ghosts and gods are terrified!

Immediately, the two long swords came and went, stirring up gusts of wind.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and even the mountains seem to be about to collapse!

No one could see how many moves they had taken, not even the sword shadows of the two of them.

There will never be too many people in the world who have reached this kind of martial arts realm!

The person who came failed to win in a hundred moves, but was injured by Yun Songqing's palm, and his mouth spurted blood.

He said angrily: "Brother Yun really has the ability, but you will never be able to catch this trick!" ”

Then there was a loud shout, and there was no mercy on the sword.

The stars and moon dimmed, and the brilliance between heaven and earth gave him sword light!

Seeing this, the green-shirted scribe couldn't help but nod, and an appreciative smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I, Yun Songqing, can die under this sword, and I have no regrets in this life!"

As he spoke, the man met the sword that was like a rainbow.

The green-shirted scribe had been pierced in the chest, and blood was dripping down his face.

The man slowly fell to the ground, out of breath.

The visitor sighed, his tone full of regret.

"Alas, a person who does not have a dream will never be the strongest!"

He leaned over to look at the secret report on the table and smiled smugly.

Then he stretched out his hand, grabbed the secret report, and held it tightly in his palm.

In a moment, he opened his hand again, and the secret report was a pile of ashes.

He looked at the corpse, then at the ashes in his palm, and he laughed, laughing heartily.

Suddenly, his expression changed abruptly in laughter, only for there was a sharp knock on the door behind him.

There was also a powerful and familiar aura that followed.

This aura was slowly approaching, and the person who knocked on the door no longer knocked, but pushed the door and walked in.

It was an old man, an old man with anxious eyes.

By the time he walked into the Xuantian Tower, it was already too late.

Only Yun Songqing's body and the two wine glasses on the table were left in the huge Xuantian Tower.

And the murderer and the truth are all lost in the vast night......