From Si Mingqin's real body stiffening and his consciousness blank, to the guy who ran the hall quietly inserting a knife in his back, to Mu Liu's murder, it was only a breath before and after.

The half of the skull fell on the floor, similar to half of a watermelon falling on the ground.

But I was so disgusted that I couldn't look at it directly.

The sound of the floor was very dull.

The entire inn was silent for a moment, and all the men and diners paused.

Perhaps it is to pay tribute to the deceased and give enough respect.

After an instant, these people's eyes fell on Mu Liu and Si Mingqin Zhen almost at the same time.

Whether it is a strong man, or an old and weak woman or child, his body is filled with a strong and simple life atmosphere from the inside out, very ordinary, and very ordinary, as inconspicuous as the knife inserted in Si Mingqinzhen's back, and it doesn't look lethal.

But it was such a common meat cleaver on the dining table, which locked Si Mingqin's main point in a breath. The poison that had been tempered on the knife invaded Si Mingqin's true body, spreading at an alarming speed, corroding its meridians and spreading to all five internal organs.

Moreover, it caused the true qi to dissipate, and it rampaged in Si Mingqin's real body.

When Si Mingqin could really move, he could no longer control his physical body.

The poison also destroyed his senses, leaving him without any pain.

Only the mind is still awake.

He knew very well that such sobriety would not last long.

In order to buy a little time, he summoned his divine thoughts and cast spells to freeze his body.

At this time, Mu Liu had just jumped over the table and killed the guy who ran the hall.

The half of the skull hadn't hit the ground yet.

Mu Liu hugged Si Mingqin Zhen, who was gradually frozen, and pulled out the knife inserted in his back, and was in a hurry for a while, not knowing what to do.

He turned his head and glanced at Si Ming Daohua, but found that Si Ming Daohua's eyes were dull, his expression was blank, and he seemed to have been poisoned, sitting stiffly.

Immediately, the guys and diners in the inn were slaughtered!

They didn't have any decent weapons, and most of them held iron swords and steel swords that were not worth a few copper fairy shells.

None of these people had a fierce face, they were all ordinary people, and they may have met them on the street yesterday.

But their expressions are very calm, their eyes are very focused, like puppets manipulated, calmer than professional killers, and more frightening than outlaws.

No one spoke.

No one shouted to kill.

It's just taking turns and not dying.

Mu Liu didn't have time to take care of Si Ming Daohua, so he only slapped his palm and pushed the table open, and pushed Si Ming Daohua into the corner.

He picked up the small ball of meat and protected Si Mingqinzhen, with one enemy against a hundred, without mercy.

The iron fist is ruthless, within three feet, come and die one by one!

An unforgettable shuttle through the crowd, the sword aura is horizontal, and the crazy slaughter is poked!

There was not a single complete table and chair in the inn, and flesh and blood were flying, but people kept pouring in, blocking Mu Liu's retreat and not giving him any chance to escape.

These people are killers, outlaws, and thieves who hide their identities and lurk in nearby houses for money.

Their cultivation is obviously a lot higher than the guys and diners who fell to the ground, and they are also above Mu Liu, they are well-equipped, and their combat experience is no worse than that of Mu Liu.

Some also showed their natal horcruxes, just to repel Mu Liu, or kill Mu Liu, to get close to Si Mingqin Zhen and confirm whether he was dead.

If you're not dead, make up for a few more cuts.

They didn't have much time left, and the sharp-eared master had already heard the footsteps of soldiers on the neighboring street.

Therefore, the shot is even more fierce and ruthless, and the move is deadly.

Mu Liu was difficult to fight back, and he struggled to support it with his own strength, feeling more and more powerless.

......

......

Time rewinds to before the Silver Shore Bass is served.

At that time, the Lord of Ironwood Cliff had just entered the underground dormitory of the patriarch.

Before that, the two old men who had been fighting for most of their lives had never been alone.

The fact that the patriarch's edict appeared in the other courtyard at an inopportune time, but made the lord of Ironwood Cliff leave the courtyard without hesitation and come here, can only show that the patriarch has a very appropriate reason, so that the lord cannot refuse, even if he knows that it is a trap.

The dormitory is very large, and the places illuminated by the candles are only part of it.

In recent years, the patriarch has spent time here, rarely going out, so that the entire dormitory is filled with his breath, which is so thick that it can't be dissolved.

In the same way, his will is condensed here, and the whole of Rift City is enveloped here.

Even if he would fall at any time, no one in the entire family would dare to disobey any of his decisions, except for Tiemu Cliff.

The patriarch lay on the bed, stretched out his hand and pointed to the table on the right, motioning for the lord to look over there.

On top of the table, there was a long sword, made of Mithril and a small amount of pure gold, the workmanship was very exquisite, the silver-white sword body was a little golden, and the surface was also gorgeously moire relief.

Si Mingzetian recognized this sword at a glance and was moved.

This sword is called Qianye, it is the ancestral sword of Tiemu Cliff, Si Mingze Tian once persevered in the world, and later gave it to his young son Si Mingyun Cong.

"Si Ming Yuncong appeared north of the Great Wall and colluded with the demon descendants, such a crime, our Si Ming clan can't afford it. ”

The patriarch's voice was calm.

Maybe he was overwhelmed by such a charge.

Si Mingzetian picked up Chiba and said coldly: "If you want to add sin, there is no excuse." ”

The patriarch said: "At that time, I also replied to them. It's just that we inherited the supreme surname, but we failed to restore this surname to its ancient glory. ”

Si Mingze Tianjian frowned, and said unhappily: "You called me here, that's what you mean?"

"Seventy years ago, you were the only one who went to the Heavenly Desolate God Ruins and came back alive, but your son went to the north of the Great Wall for some reason, what do you make the world think?"

The Heavenly Desolate Divine Ruins is a sacred place for the human race.

The starry sky contract to balance the four major races was made in the Heavenly Desolate God Ruins.

Legend has it that there is the most important secret under the stars, which is related to the life and death of the human race.

"Ridiculous!"

Si Mingzetian flicked his sleeves, raised his long sword and turned to leave.

However, three figures came out of the darkness one after another, blocking his path.

One of them was a thin young man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, rough skin, and an ordinary appearance, probably in his early twenties, who looked like a native and wore the kind of coarse cloth clothes common in the city.

That's right, he was the pharmacy guy who sold the Black Lotus to Mu Liu.

On the left side of the pharmacy guy, three feet away, a middle-aged man walked out of the darkness with a big belly.

As soon as this man appeared, the dormitory was filled with a strong sour smell of wine, as if several jars of inferior wine intended to be sold to civilians were hidden under his clothes.

The last one who appeared looked like a doorman from a high-end place, who looked a few years older than Si Mingqin, was handsome and looked very standard.

As soon as he appeared, he bowed to Si Mingzetian and saluted.