"People say your sword is fast? But how fast your sword is, I want to know very much. The man who spoke was a middle-aged man, with his hair disheveled, like a beggar, but he spoke sonorously and vigorously, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and his eyes had lost their previous turbidity, dodging the spiritual light, and looking at a very young man in front of him.

The man carried a dark and ancient sword, and his eyes were indifferent to the vicissitudes of life, as if he had experienced the ups and downs of the world and thousands of years. He doesn't have the passion and enthusiasm of a fledgling, and the whole person seems extremely lonely. A lonely sword, a lonely man.

The man said coldly: "I advise you not to know, because you can't afford to pay such a price." ”

The middle-aged man laughed, his long hair flew up, his eyes flashed with unbridled sarcasm, and the jasper-colored bamboo stick in his hand spun and flew quickly in the man's hand, exuding a very fierce energy, blowing up the white clothes of the young man who was three feet away.

"There is nothing on the rivers and lakes that I can't afford to pay, the price you are talking about is nothing more than death? But are you qualified to kill me? ”

No one in the rivers and lakes does not know Liu Hanfeng, who is twenty-three years old, and in the past 18 years, he has killed countless thieves, and his shot is ruthless.

However, the young man was not moved by Liu Hanfeng's words, and sneered: "Since you want to see it so much, then come on." "He never refuses people, because that is the last wish of the living.

The breathing was dull, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily solemn.

'Boom', Liu Hanfeng made a move!

The jasper stick is swung and a hurricane is rolled, and the moves are very cumbersome, but very subtle and coherent. The stick followed the man's hand and came to the young man's approach, and the long stick was pointed at the young man's throat, and the blow was only vicious and decisive.

What about young people?

He sneered at the incoming stick.

The power of the stick is very great, if it hits the stone, it will turn into powder, let alone the weak throat of a person?

But the young man was very indifferent. He's out of the sword!

A sword! Stab.

A very ordinary sword, but it ended up a very, very remarkable person.

A sword stabbed the stick very accurately, and it passed through it very smoothly, directly piercing Liu Hanfeng's throat.

Liu Hanfeng fell, and he didn't believe it until he died, someone could find the flaws in his jasper stick?? His throat moved, but unfortunately he couldn't say anything, and his vitality gradually disappeared.

With a sonorous bang, the sword entered the sheath very slowly. "Four" juvenile humanitarian.

And then gone!

Liu Hanfeng's throat moved, did he really want to ask the young man why he cracked his jasper stick? Four? Did the young man mean that he had killed four people who did not know whether they were alive or dead? Why did he kill Liu Hanfeng? Nobody knows, at least for the time being.

"Drink it!" Li Minghua handed over the wine.

Opposite him sat a woman in a green dress, the woman's eyes were full of panic, and she had to be very beautiful, which made people feel pity for her, and couldn't help but hug the woman into her arms. However, Li Minghua looked very indifferent, holding the poured wine glass in his left hand. It's like a table that sits flat on the ground, and it sits very steadily in the air. to the woman.

Inn, a very luxurious inn.

Many people looked at Li Minghua in awe. What did he do? Why is it so much awe? The smell of blood in the room seemed to speak silently. Li Minghua's sword was unsheathed, and there were eight strong men lying at his feet, who were already too dead to die, he didn't know those strong men, but the strong men died in his hands. The guests would be so in awe of him as a demon.

"Drink it," Li Minghua frowned. There was a little more impatience in his voice.

The poor woman looked even more pitiful, and her big eyes that could speak looked at Li Minghua with a wistful face. In the face of a woman's eyes, the most ruthless man in the world will flash and can't bear it, but Li Minghua's heart seems to be made of stone, and he is still indifferent.

The woman looked with longing eyes at the group of hotel guests in the corner. But the guests all turned their heads away, and their hearts were weak.

In desperation. The woman took the wine, her eyes flashed with resentment, and she said, "You will regret it." ”

Li Minghua seemed to have heard the funniest thing, and a smile overflowed on his cold face like an iceberg, and said, "I won't regret it when I die." ”

What kind of wine is that? See the poisonous wine that seals the throat with blood? Alcohol with an aphrodisiac? Or is it the poison of other legends on the rivers and lakes that is ecstasy and devouring the heart??

The woman drank the glass of wine that she was very reluctant to drink, and the moment she drank the wine, her eyes were sad and sad, and some of the guests who were huddled in a corner could not help but cry.

But the next moment stunned them.

The wine was already in her stomach, and the woman suddenly pulled out the long sword that Li Minghua had just killed eight people on the table. Sonorous, the long sword came out of its sheath and stabbed Li Minghua in the chest. The woman's speed was too fast, too fast, snatching the sword, drawing the sword, and drawing the sword, almost in a breath.

Li Minghua looked at the blood gushing out of his chest, and actually laughed. sang in his mouth: "Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others and can't see it, hehe, I, Li Minghua, am really honored, to die in your hands." ”

The woman's eyes are no longer pitiful, pitiful, and a pair of eyes seem to have been frozen in ice, very cold.

She finally glanced coldly at the guests who were huddled in the corner, and sneered, "Why don't you die!" ”

The woman hugged Li Minghua and walked away with a sword, and the eight corpses in the inn and a large pool of blood proved that there had been a murder here!

Why wouldn't a woman want to drink that glass of wine? What's in that glass of wine, and why does it change a woman's personality so much? Why is Li Minghua laughing? Did he know that a woman would kill him after drinking? What did he mean by that before he died??

Everything was floating in the cold wind.

"You killed him?"

"You killed him too?"

A man and a woman, both with a sword, both looked very indifferent and looked strikingly similar. Are they brother and sister?

The two gave a very positive answer, "Kill him!" ”

"Will he come out?" The young man asked.

"He's going to come out." The woman said with great certainty.

A smile flashed in the young man's cold eyes: "That, very good!" ”

"He is very powerful, very, very powerful, even more powerful than Li Minghua." The woman said. If the person who was drinking and eating in the inn at noon three days ago would definitely know who the woman in front of him was, he was the one who killed Li Minghua.

"I naturally know, otherwise I wouldn't do everything possible to lure him out, he will be the fifth." The boy sneered.

The woman looked at the young man's indifferent handsome face and suddenly smiled, she was charming for a while, she was the kind of person who could hook the soul of men all over the world, of course, the young man went out, the young man was like an iceberg, a lonely iceberg standing in the sea.

"What are you laughing at?" The boy asked, if he would never have said so much in normal times, and would not have asked such a boring or even stupid question.

The woman said: "I have met him in the bazaar, he is a hundred times more powerful than we imagined, and I have never seen such a powerful person, such a powerful pair of eyes, very terrible eyes. Saying this, the woman's voice carried a hint of teenage panic. What kind of eyes are they that can cause the fear of a woman who doesn't even kill half of the abnormal woman?

The young man also flashed a trace of surprise, and then returned to his blandness, and said lightly: "What kind of eyes are they??" ”

"I don't know!" The answer given by the woman was so strange that she didn't even know. The woman continued, "He was terrible to my intuition, it wasn't a pair of human eyes. ”

The young man laughed and said, "Haha, what kind of things can you do, of course you have a pair of eyes that don't belong to people." Hearing you say that, I'm a little curious? How good is he? Can you beat my sword? ”

Sword! The young man's sword is very powerful, and Liu Hanfeng, a famous master in the rivers and lakes, died under his sword, which shows how powerful his sword is.

The woman stared at the somewhat arrogant young man very seriously and said, "Don't despise anyone, especially him. ”

The boy continued to walk forward, there was darkness in front of him, darkness in the back, and the whole world was dark. In the darkness, he drew his sword and swung it at a tree the size of a man's waist in front of him.

The sword flashed with a cold light, like a meteor, slashing through.

The trees were broken.

The woman was not surprised, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her right hand touched out two five-pointed stars at some point. With a flick of his wrist, the pentagram flew towards the grass.

Yes! Yes!

Two screams sounded one after another, and the woman said lightly: "After watching it for so long, it should come out!" (To be continued.) )