In the early morning of the Deserted North City, the morning sun slowly rose, tied up his long hair, combed and tidyed up, and changed into a neat plain clothes.

At this moment, what is showing in front of the old man's eyes is definitely a handsome face that is rare in the world, although there is melancholy in his eyes, but he is particularly charming, I really don't know why such a person has fallen into such a state.

Bidding farewell to the old man and walking through the Deserted North City, Lonely Qiantong's steps were very light, unhurried, and the silence for a long time also made him full of curiosity about the world after tens of millions of years.

The seven barbarian kings of the year disappeared mysteriously, and they don't know where they ended, and the seven tribes under the rule now don't know where they are, and the prosperous Huangbei has become what it is today, and Lonely Qiantong is very guilty, it was he who ruined the Huangbei, and he was ashamed of the barbarian emperors of the Huangbei.

Although you are a barbarian emperor and control the Wild North, after all, it was he who was angry and sent troops to Middle-earth, but all the barbarian kings obeyed his orders, followed him with all his heart, and fought bloody battles all the way, and now he is the only one who has survived, which is really shameless.

The glory of the past is long gone! Now the soul is lost, and the cultivation has regressed, almost no different from ordinary people.

At the beginning, although the Heavenly Dao Lore that had undergone a mutation did not lock himself, the surging killing intent still affected him!

Pedestrians on the road are all dragged down by survival, and who cares about the scenery at hand.

Stop and go, there is always an endless road to walk under your feet, why don't you rest when you are tired!

Lu met a wine shop, sitting by the window, he used to drink in a big bowl, but he only used a small cup to drink, three glasses and two light wine entrances, and his heart gradually warmed.

Life, when you stop chasing, will you understand its comfort, will you know, what is your most precious thing.

His eyes were slightly closed, recalling the past, and a beautiful picture appeared in front of his eyes, with red faces dancing, surrounded by colorful butterflies, and the snow maple tree, and the ...... of the previous agreement.

"Bang"!

Suddenly, a loud bang woke up Lonely Qiantong from his memory, and the table at the door was already in pieces.

Looking back, a man dressed in black with a fierce expression blocked the door, looking into the corner with interest. In the corner, a slightly thin man in the prime of life leaned against the wall, staring at the man in black at the door in horror, panicked, and his eyes were full of fright.

Don't bother to pay attention, Lonely Qiantong still drinks to herself, in this world, there is no fairness, and the killing will never stop.

With a weird smile, the man in black leaned forward step by step.

In the entire restaurant, except for Lonely Qiantong, the rest of the diners have already hid far away, talking and watching, and some people have already recognized that the man in black is named Crazy San, relying on himself to be a small head in the cloud village, and he is rampant. However, he also has some ability, and it is conceivable that the man will definitely die. Who doesn't know, within a radius of 100 miles, the forces of Turning Cloud Village, they told you to die for the third watch, and you don't think of the fourth watch!

Lonely Qiantong still drank to herself, frowning slightly between her eyebrows, it was really noisy, and people couldn't choose to be quiet.

Suddenly, the man who was close to the wall picked up an iron rod at his feet and rushed towards the man in black.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Kurumi didn't pay any attention to the man's actions, slowly pulled out the black sword in his arms, and easily blocked the man's iron rod!

The man was wielding an iron rod and beating indiscriminately without any discipline, and the mad three was just dodging on the side, but he was secretly complaining in his heart, Xingshi mobilized the crowd to deal with it, and it was actually such a good thing, I really don't know what those people down there are eating!

"Boy, count me unlucky, give you a good time, go to death!"

The sword came out of a hundred blades, and with a blow of the waves, the man's iron rod was instantly cut into three pieces, and he gave up resistance in an instant, closed his eyes in despair, and from the corners of his eyes, two lines of blood and tears flowed out, quietly waiting for the end of his life, too much unwillingness, but he was powerless to struggle.

"No one in the world has mercy, but it's a pity that I can't bear to be hurt, alas!"

Half-raised cup, sake spilled like an arrow

A soft crunch.

One breath ...... Two Interest...... Three breaths!

The three breaths have passed, but he still doesn't feel any pain, is he already dead? The man slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly made him a little messy and didn't understand.

Kurumi was dumbfounded and motionless, staring at the young man in front of him who was drinking and drinking, and the black sword in his hand shattered and scattered all over the ground.

"I'm the third madman of Cloud Mountain, if you are a friend on the road, please get out of the way, otherwise Hugh blames the sword for being ruthless!"

Crazy San was angry at this time, but just now, the other party silently defeated his hundred stacks of chaotic swords, together with the black shadow sword that had followed him for more than ten years, it can be seen that it is not a good class, staring at Lonely Qiantong cautiously, in his impression, he has seen a number of masters in the wilderness, and such a young master is really unheard of.

"What is the place of Chuyun Mountain?"

At this time, he was shocked not only by Mad San, but also by a group of spectators, his eyes widened in surprise, what kind of person is this kid, he doesn't even know about Turning Cloud Mountain, he is one of the bandits in the wilderness!

At this time, Mad San was full of anger, no one had ever dared to provoke like this, he couldn't bear it, he didn't need to endure it anymore, no matter where he was sacred, he was supported by the Cloud Mountain, this was his sky!

"It's been a long time since anyone has been able to let me use the killing sword, I really don't know what kind of luck you have, you can die under the killing sword, how many people's blessings are that, use your blood to feed my killing sword today."

Suddenly, a silver light suddenly appeared, and while this troubled man was drinking, he violently pulled out a filament soft sword from his waist and stabbed straight into the chest of Lonely Qiantong!

"you!"

"Huh?"

Kurumi was full of confidence one moment, but the next moment he leaked an even more surprised expression!

The seemingly weak two fingers clamped the killing sword and didn't let go, but no matter how hard the mad three tried, he couldn't move at all.

The crowd next to them kept exclaiming, what a lot of strength it takes!

Lonely Qiantong was still tasting the taste of wine, as if there was something missing in the wine here, he couldn't help frowning, and threw the wine glass in his hand directly with his other hand.

The wine glass was not crooked, and it smashed into Kurumi's face, and the fist-sized wine glass knocked the mad sword out at once!

took the killing sword and looked at it carefully, where the sword is a sword, there is nothing special about it.

With a slight fold of the two fingers, the blade of the sword was easily folded together.

"Bang!"

Kurumi, who had just gotten up, saw the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but want to die.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the sword had turned into scrap copper and rotten iron, a piece of fragments, Kill Three just wanted to say, "You accompany me with the sword!"

This sword was given to him by the master of Sanzhai, and it is said to be a rare sword, but in front of him, it was destroyed by this kid indiscriminately!

He put a small bag of the currency that is now common on the table, and did not care about the eyes of everyone at all, and went out and walked away.

The shopkeeper who was hiding not far away looked at the money bag on the table and cried, these days, the people who give money are uncles!

Looking at the back that was slowly moving away, the man in his prime seemed to have decided something, and quickly chased after the back in the distance!

Crazy three was holding the fragments of a place in a daze, I don't know what kind of mood it was!