"And who are you? Why know so much? ”

"I ......"

"My name is Wang Lianhua, and we are from the Six Desires Demon Chapter."

In just seven days, the entire southwest region seems to have appeared out of thin air many top masters who have never heard of it before.

The magician Pang Ban, the evil king Shi Zhixuan, and the thousand-faced prince Wang Lianhua.

There are also Wuhua, Ritsu Kagawa, Lianchengbi, Jing Wuming, Yan Maniac, Huoyun Evil God......

With the martial arts displayed by these masters, each of them is enough to dominate one side, but no one has ever heard of it in the past, as if they appeared out of thin air, they suddenly appeared in the southwest rivers and lakes, setting off a storm.

In just seven days, countless masters died at their hands, and the entire southwest region seemed to become panicked in an instant.

Until the eighth day, the sea dragon king Zhao Tianfeng's eightieth birthday, the entire Zhao Mansion was lit up inside and outside, and all the people who came to the ceremony were full of smiles, as if the bloody wind and rain on the rivers and lakes had nothing to do with them.

Not because of anything, just because of the three words Zhao Tianfeng.

As the leading boss of the southwest rivers and lakes, Zhao Tianfeng, who is over eighty years old, is not only old and frail, but because of the dual cultivation of Taoism, his martial arts and Taoism are becoming more and more refined, even if he has not done it for ten years, no one dares to doubt his strength.

What's more, Zhao Tianfeng's eight righteous sons, all of whom are masters who are enough to take charge of themselves, are either high-level in the military, rich businessmen, famous heroes, or gang bosses.

So this time, even if the southwest rivers and lakes have been in trouble, the birthday banquet of the Zhao Mansion is still done as it is said, and it seems that it is not disturbed by the ups and downs on the rivers and lakes at all.

Even if it is night, the entire ten-mile long street is still brightly lit.

And just when the lights were shining and the flowing water seat was full of ten miles of street, a man slowly walked towards the Zhao Mansion.

The man's hair was messy. Like a homeless man who has never washed his hair, his clothes are torn, like a beggar.

is such a man who picks up rags, but has a pair of delicate, white and soft palms, which may be a pair of hands that all swordsmen in the world want to have.

And this is in the palm of the hand. He held a knife, a rusty knife that looked like a broken piece of iron.

The man also walked in the direction of the gate of the Zhao Mansion, but was stopped by a subordinate.

"You can't come into the house, and those who want to receive the reward come with me."

When the servant said this, his expression was slightly stunned, because his head had been split in two by the light of the sword, and he fell to the ground and died, but the knife had returned to its sheath. It's like it's never been unsheathed.

What do people live for?

Men don't know.

But all he knows is that he lives only for the knife.

For him, the knife is more important than life, and after the blade cuts the arteries of the human body, the blood that bursts out is more magnificent than a scene in life.

Swing a knife. Cutting people, this is the meaning of his life.

He was blind. But his mind was even more thorough, because in the darkness, only a bloody avenue appeared in front of his eyes, and the avenue was covered with flesh and bones, and it was also full of cold and loneliness, and there were only two words at the end of the road.

Invincibility.

Even if you kill your wife and children. Breaking off love and righteousness is also at the expense.

……

The earth-shattering gongs and drums sounded in the courtyard, and the most distinguished guests of this birthday banquet sat here to congratulate Zhao Tianfeng, the Taishan Beidou of the southwest martial arts.

Among them was a prince, a hermit and a famous man. There are also underworld giants, the palms of a sect, raising glasses and raising lights, but no one dares to be presumptuous here, just because this is the Zhao Mansion, and here is the birthday banquet of Zhao Tianfeng, the Sea Dragon King.

But in this harmonious atmosphere, there were bursts of shouts and killings from outside the courtyard, and a young man in his twenties stood up, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Father-in-law, I'll go and see what's going on, which one of those who doesn't open their eyes dares to make trouble today."

Zhao Tianfeng touched the beard on his chin, although he was over eighty years old, his whole person looked ruddy and black, as if he was thirty or forty years old.

The young man in front of him is his youngest and most favored son, Song Mingwu, whose martial arts qualifications can be said to be the best among his eight sons, and he is also the successor of his martial arts mantle in the future.

Beside Song Mingwu, another man over thirty years old said with a smile: "I'll go with the eighth brother." ”

Zhao Tianfeng nodded, this middle-aged man is his fifth righteous son, Duan Kezheng, and now he is a member of the imperial court, and he is the most tactful, but Zhou Tianzhang, who has twenty years of skill, has seven or eight points of fire with him, but it is no problem to let him go together.

Just as the two of them walked to the gate of the courtyard, a flash of knife light had already crossed the door, past Song Mingwu's forehead, neck, chest, and crotch.

The air shock wave from the blade was directly derived, slashing through the wine table, cutting through the brick wall, and cutting out a crack more than fifty meters long.

The gate was split in two and fell to both sides, and Song Mingwu's whole person had been split in half and fell to the ground.

Duan Kezheng's body was splashed with blood, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to move.

Because he had never seen such a fast knife.

Never.

The firelight shone on the sword-wielding man's face, and Duan Kezheng could barely see the two black holes on the other party's face.

Subconsciously, he said the last two words he should have said at this moment: "Blind? ”

As he spoke, a cold light flashed, and a blood line crossed Duan Kezheng's neck, and when the blood sprayed, his whole person had slowly fallen towards the ground.

At the moment when he saw the shining sword, he also wanted to wave his palms in response, but his hands fell down first and fell to the ground.

And the knife-wielding man had already crossed Duan Ke's slowly falling body, and the long knife in his hand had been returned to the scabbard at some point.

The stunning knife seemed to pull the entire yard into zero, and the man's messy hair looked like a raging flame dancing wildly in the night wind.

The primal killing intent stimulated everyone present like a blade.

It wasn't until King Zhao Long opened his mouth that the silence on the scene was broken.

"Who are you?"

"Invincible."

Invincible, self-defeating, killing his wife and children, ruthless, just to pursue the road of invincibility.

After being constructed by the darkest, bloodiest, and most evil part of Zuo Zhicheng's personality, he is the most suitable and can give full play to Zuo Zhicheng's strength, and it is also the biggest obstacle to Zuo Zhicheng's integration of the first split consciousness.

It's not that the other personalities aren't powerful, it's just that the personality in front of you is the craziest, the most vicious, the most inhumane, and the one that can exert the power of the first split consciousness.

Zhao Tianfeng has experienced countless ups and downs in his life, and has also met countless masters, since he achieved the Faxiang, he practiced Taoism in his later years, and now his combat power is becoming more and more unfathomable, I thought that no matter what kind of top master he met, he could talk and laugh calmly.

But he never imagined that there would be a man who would give him a special feeling—fear.

"I heard that you are the number one master in the southwest, I hope you don't disappoint me."

With a simple greeting, the knife has slashed out like a meteor across the earth.

Even Zuo Zhicheng has never been completely ruthless, and has integrated his mind, body, and mind into the path of the knife.

Just because this is a dead end, but sometimes even if it is a dead end, it can bloom with dazzling brilliance. (To be continued......)