Early in the morning, the Shaolin Temple beat the drum and hit the bell, the disciples and travelers in the temple rushed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Shaolin abbot was killed last night, and the wall left five blood characters of 'people are Di Fu killing'.

Since three years ago, thirteen people from various gangs have died at his hands, and there are two court officials and nine masters of martial arts families; no one knows who he is, only by the words on the wall to know that this killer's name is Di Fu, the shape of the wound can be judged that this person uses a sword, there are obvious burn marks but people are puzzled, some people have speculated that his habit is to burn the weapon red and then move it, but the fire has never been found within a hundred zhang around the deceased, and no foreign objects have been found on the wound of the deceased; this adds to the mystery of this person。

In the past three years, the people in the rivers and lakes have been terrified and frightened of him, except that the people who died in his hands were masters but no one had ever seen him, but also because this person was extremely arrogant, every time he killed a person, he would give a death notice to the person he wanted to kill, and anyone who received a death notice would find his body on the eighth day.

Seven days is the time for people to return to their souls, and he regards himself as a messenger of souls.

Seven days ago, the abbot of Shaolin received his letter and sent a hero post to the heroes of the world, but I didn't expect that this time it was empty, so many masters, and I still didn't even see his shadow.

Removing the body of the Shaolin abbot, two other words 'Huashan' were found under him, and the people present were all afraid, and an old man who looked like a teacher stepped forward to look at it and told the rest of the people and said: "The handwriting is similar to the one on the wall, there is no doubt that it should be left by the killer, and the head of Huashan is his next target." ”

Everyone looked at the head of Huashan, he stood solemnly with his sword, the sharp eyes of the two eagles turned a few times, and shouted to the killer who didn't know where to hide: "I'm here, if you have the courage, come out and fight me to the death." ”

The voice echoed in the Mahavira Temple, but no one responded.

The old man frowned: "No, counting the thirteen people including the abbot of Shaolin, they all died in their own homes, and with this person's rampantness, he would not kill the head of Huashan in Songshan." ”

The previous case was like this, but it was hard to guarantee that there would be no accidents, and the head of Huashan rolled his eyes around, searching for the figure of the killer.

The old man stroked his beard, muttered a few words in his mouth, and was suddenly surprised: "Not good, his target is the former head of Huashan." ”

As soon as he said this, the rest of the people understood, the head of Huashan took the lead in flying out, and performed light skills all the way to the outside of the mountain gate, and the heroes from all walks of life only followed, and when they arrived at the stables outside the mountain gate, they each led their horses and galloped to Huashan.

Huashan has retired for more than ten years, but he is still the most famous master in the rivers and lakes.

This battle is not only related to his personal survival, but also to the lifeblood of the righteous path of the entire rivers and lakes, and no one dares to retreat in the slightest.

Day and night rushed to the foot of Huashan, met the Huashan disciple who came to report the letter, and handed a letter to the head of Huashan: "This morning, when I was cleaning the ancestral hall, I found this thing, and the ancestor ordered me to come and report to the head of the house, and asked the head to go back to preside over the overall situation." ”

The old man and the head of Huashan were going to come to read the letter, and after a little thought, he said: "Hurry up, hurry up, still can't catch up with him, now he is in the dark, I wait for no place to start, it is better to divide the soldiers into two ways, select fifty or sixty masters in the courtyard of the old master, and the rest of you began to search the mountain, digging three feet into the ground within ten kilometers of the old master's residence, so that he has no place to hide, and broke his legend of witchcraft." ”

This is a way to hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose three thousand by themselves, but they have no better way, there have been seamless surveillance of the person who received the 'death notice' before, but they still let this person kill someone under their noses, and then disappear into the night, think about it, if you want to not give him a chance, the only way is to turn the surrounding area into an absolute monitoring area.

There is no other way but to do it at the moment.

On Huashan, with the old master's residence as the center, the disciples of various factions carried out a radial cleaning and search, not letting go of any place, even if it was a palm-sized cave, they had to dig it to see what was going on, the houses that could hide people were knocked down, the trees that could hide from people were cut down, and finally the ancient courtyard was thoroughly investigated, the courtyard walls were crawling with archers, and there were six groups of disciples patrolling inside and outside; such guards, a single fly would be found, not to mention people.

By dusk on the seventh day, all the work had stopped, and all the men had taken up their arms and looked around nervously, not even daring to exhale heavily, and the place stuffed with hundreds of people was unusually quiet, except for the sound of burning torches and patrolling back and forth.

At night, the sky is full of stars, and the crescent moon also pops out of its head, which is a good weather, which provides convenience for the patrol vigil.

Above the main hall, the head of Huashan sat on the top seat, and a three-foot long sword was placed on the table in front of him, his eyes were closed, and his hands were gently placed on his legs.

As time passed, the closer I got to the child, the more nervous I became, because in the past, the person who received the 'death notice' usually died before the ugly time, and because of this, most of the rumors about Di Fu referred to him as a messenger from the underworld.

At the moment, the old master of Huashan opened his eyes, pulled out the sword and put it on his lap, his right hand held the hilt of the sword tightly, although his eyes were not opened, he locked everything around him in his mind, and no wind and grass could escape his ears.

About the end of the time, the sound of several weapons colliding sounded, a person wearing a cloak and a cloak, and a ghost mask arrived in the hall, and the few weapons collided just now, which was sent out by him and the old head of Huashan, there is no doubt that this person is Di Fu, although the people present have not seen his true face, but it is not the first time to see this costume.

Gently swinging his sword and killing a few people who were about to sneak attack him, he turned his head to look at the people in the hall, and finally his eyes fell on the old head of Huashan: "I dare to come, I am not afraid that you will put down your pockets, old thing, do you apologize for your crimes, or I will send you to hell." ”

The old master stared at the sword in his hand tightly, with a frightened look on his face, just now the two of them fought, obviously felt that this person's martial arts were far superior to him, tonight, it seemed that he was going to die.

Since he was certain to die, he relieved the doubts of the people of the world and asked him, "Who are you, what is this sword made of, why are the wounds of those he killed burning, and why do you want to kill me?"

The sword in Di Fu's hand was the same color as blood, and he had just killed three people, but there was not a trace of blood, and the wounds of the three people who were killed by him were obviously burning.

Hearing the old master's question, the rest of the people were not busy doing it.

They didn't do anything, and Di Fu was not in a hurry, and walked forward to the place where he was less than ten steps away from the old master: "Thinking of the person who is about to die, let me tell you, the Lei Zhai thirty years ago, you won't forget, I used witchcraft, this sword, is made of witchcraft." ”

Thirty years ago, of course, I can't forget, Lei Zhai is the largest village in the Southern Barbarians, rich in blood jade, thirty years ago the new lord ascended the throne, love blood jade, the masters of the Central Plains martial arts in order to tie up the Son of Heaven, have gone to Lei Village, at first it was a high price to buy, and then it was forcibly taken, and finally it fell to the point of slaughtering the cottage.

But when they drove out the Lei Zhai Miao people, they did not find a piece of blood jade, and after several inquiries, they learned that the blood jade was not born, but was quenched by witchcraft, just like a mussel pearl, turning ordinary stones into priceless treasures, and the sword in the hand of the young man was the best in the blood jade, and the King Kong blood jade was quenched and formed.

On the night of the start, at first it was a nest of enemies, snakes and rats, and then they fought in the nest, everyone covered their faces, except for a few brothers who could distinguish by their moves, the rest were all blocked and killed, so I didn't know who went and who came back.

In this way, he is here for revenge, no wonder the masters who died in his hands are all masters, and they are all young, it seems that the masters of all major sects came back from going to Lei Zhai to do evil.

The sword in his hand tightened, and he sighed softly and asked, "What kind of witchcraft are you practicing, in the past three years, I have spent countless efforts and searched through various classics, but none of them have been touched. ”

"Those who are dying, don't talk so much, or you will go to hell with your tongue plucked. ”

After speaking, the long sword danced, and a sword qi shot into the heart of the old master, hitting him against the wall and spitting blood, holding the wall with one hand and supporting it with the sword with the other hand to prevent him from falling.

Stopping the people who were fighting with Di Fu, he coughed twice and said: "Lei Zhai is my grudge with him, you go out and wait first, and when I die, you will settle your grudge with him and him." ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, they rushed to Huashan, in addition to taking revenge on Di Fu, protecting the old head of Huashan is also an important purpose of this trip, how can they retreat to the side at this time.

Seeing that everyone was unwilling to retreat, the old man explained to them: "I still have many questions for him to solve, you are here, he will definitely not say, I have indeed been to Lei Zhai, the old man has been famous all his life, and today he died in his hands, or died to catch this heinous person, no regrets." ”

Although these people are called righteous gentlemen, they are also slaves of fame, fortune and power, and at this time, there is no reason not to be perfect;

The old master threw away his weapon, sat down on the Taishi chair, sat upright, and said: "Who is your martial arts professor, and how many people are there in the Miao tribe in Leizhai?"

"Those who are dying, don't talk so much, or you will go to hell with your tongue plucked. Di Fu did not let his guard down, but felt that the old man was planning some kind of conspiracy, and in order to prevent the remnants of Lei Zhai's whereabouts from being exposed, he could not reveal a single bit of information to him.