"Hahaha...", unbridled laughter came and went. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xiao Qingbi's face suddenly became worthy of the name, and her body was shaking, causing the small silver bells on her body to jingle.

Yun Zhongfan looked up at the sky, and said slowly, to himself: "I was only seven years old that year, and ten years have passed, and there are no small animals in this remote town. ”

Xiao Qingbi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she giggled, "Are you praising my poison?"

Her eyes actually showed a look of intoxication and reminiscence, she touched her chest with both hands, and muttered: "There are more than 400 people in the whole town, and I only used the three drops of green saliva that I refined...... I never thought my Biqing saliva would be so powerful. ”

She suddenly turned her head to look at Yun Zhongfan: "Do you know, that is the time I can't surpass it in my life, the toxicity has lasted for ten years, except for the poison, no small animal dares to come in until now, you know ......"

Xiao Qingbi's voice suddenly stopped.

Her eyes still glowed with excitement, and her hands were still dancing, as if she couldn't find the words to describe what she wanted to say.

But blood was spurting from her throat.

Yun Zhongfan sighed: "I wanted to save you for last." ”

Hu Laosan and the others jumped up and screamed, "You... Why are you okay?"

There was a panic of fear in everyone's eyes.

Because each of them couldn't see how Xiao Qingbi died.

Only the clothed woman who was hiding at the foot of the house in the distance, but at this moment, her body trembled.

She clearly felt dense goosebumps on her body, and her pale left hand couldn't help but caress the faint scars on the outer wrist of her right hand.

It wasn't a sword wound, she knew, but she didn't know what it was.

With a slight touch of her fingertips, her left hand retracted like lightning as if it had been pricked by a needle, and then the person also retracted.

The fat man suddenly screamed: "Cup, his cup!"

Yun Zhongfan looked at the fat man, and suddenly smiled: "Do you know where your biggest failure is?"

Tu Fat Man muttered, "Which... Where?"

Yun Zhongfan smiled: "It's your bald head!"

Tu Fat Man said: "Light... Bald?"

Yun Zhongfan said: "Although the body of the laughing Maitreya is similar to yours, he has black and shiny hair! He is afraid of his wife, and the Jiuqu knife will pull the hair of his temples every time, so I will propose to him to shave his hair!"

Jiuqu Dao couldn't help but say: "He is very obedient, he has indeed shaved!"

Yun Zhongfan smiled: "I know he will shave, otherwise this fat butcher would not have come." But here's the problem... Tu Fatty, have you ever seen a eunuch?"

The fat man had regained his composure, and said coldly: "I've seen it! So what?"

Yun Zhongfan said: "It can be seen that you are not careful in your observation, do you know that even if a man with a long beard shaves his beard, he will not become the same as a eunuch!"

Tu Fat Man hadn't reacted yet.

Yun Zhongfan shouted: "It's only been less than three months since I separated from Xiao Maitreya, even if he shaves his head, it is impossible for him to be so shiny, do you understand?"

Jiuqu Dao suddenly screamed: "That's right, that's right, although my man's head is shaved, his scalp still looks a little black, and the fat man's head... He's bald himself, and he's naturally shiny!"

"Regardless of your mother's black and white, Lao Tzu slaughtered you first!" The fat man was like a pig stabbed into his ass with a red-hot iron rod, and jumped up like crazy.

But as soon as he jumped into the air, his body fell to the ground softer than the fat pork that had just fallen from him.

His seven orifices spurted blood wildly, and he struggled to turn his head to look at the sail in the clouds, and said 'ho-ho-ho-ho', but he couldn't speak.

Yun Zhongfan shook his head and sighed, "Do you remember those fingers I tapped on you?"

"You... You actually sealed his heart vein, and died with a fortune of internal force and blood flowing backwards?" The embroidered bone knife looked at Yun Zhongfan in horror.

The third elder roared: "Everyone side by side, I don't believe how fast his sword is!"

Yun Zhongfan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I don't have a sword, you saw it." ”

After a pause, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Yan Wenhou: "You are also dying!"

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Hu Yanwen in unison.

"And you!" Yun Zhongfan pointed again.

Everyone hurriedly followed his finger direction, but there was no one.

Huyan Wenhou.

"Bang... Bang..."

Blood spurted from the throats of the two corpses, one was Huyan Wenhou and the other was Huyan Wuhou, who fell to the ground under the shocked eyes of Hu Laosan and the others.

Still no one can see how Yun Zhongfan made a move.

But this time many people guessed it.

Because when they turned their heads, they saw a white light like a phantom from the cuffs of the sail in the clouds.

Phantom swordsman, kill with one sword!

It turns out that his sword is actually hidden in his sleeve?

But even if it is hidden in the sleeve, what kind of skill can kill the Huyan brothers in seconds at the moment when everyone turns their heads, and it will not be noticed by everyone?

No one could explain it to them, or only the woman in the cloak hidden in the corner in the distance.

Because she was the only one who saw the sword in the clouds, the girl with the oil-paper umbrella before was long gone.

"Hell... Ghost... You're a ghost..."

"It's... Be... He's a ghost, it's Yun Qingyang's ghost who has come to ask for his life..."

The sword light carrying the soul of revenge suddenly rose, and blood spilled into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, blood stained the road in front of the Dragon and Tiger Dart Bureau.

No one could have imagined why this seventeen-year-old boy was so good at swordsmanship.

His sword was too fast, as fast as lightning, as fast as the first rays of the morning sun.

'Silver Harrier' is dead, 'Hawkeye' is dead...... In the blink of an eye, there were only three people left, the Jiuqu Knife and the Embroidered Bone Knife were already frightened, Hu Laosan danced the Xuanhua axe in his hand, but he didn't know that Yun Zhongfan had already stopped and was enjoying his dancing.

When he noticed it, he heard Yun Zhongfan's cold voice: "Do you know why I didn't kill you yet?"

"No... I don't know..."Hu Laosan's eyes rolled with tears, his hands were shaking, and his knees were bending down involuntarily.

Yun Zhongfan suddenly felt bored, and said lightly: "Kneel!"

After speaking, he took out the skull from the package next to him and placed it flat on the ground, with the black hole hole in his eye socket facing Hu Laosan.

Hu Laosan knelt down very obediently.

There was another 'poof' sound in his ears, but he saw that Yun Zhongfan actually knelt down.

Hu Laosan looked up, and suddenly the dead souls were all gone, and the black eyes of the skull seemed to have endless magic pulling his three souls and seven spirits.

Then he saw the clearly visible slash mark on the skull's forehead.

"Cut!" the cold voice sounded in Hu Laosan's ears.

"Yun Qingyang, I was wrong, Grandpa Yun, Uncle Yun, I was wrong, I was wrong......" Hu Laosan understood, and kowtowed lifelessly.

"Cut!" the voice of the sail in the cloud became colder.

Hu Laosan's scalp had been broken, blood rolled out, blood covered his eyes, and the skull in front of him seemed to have suddenly turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man, and a Xuanhua big axe was ruthlessly cut off......

Hu Laosan finally picked up the Xuanhua axe, and the axe blade slashed down at his head.

"Whew... There was a soft sound, and Yun Zhongfan's hand was on Hu Laosan's arm.

Hu Laosan didn't die, he looked at Yun Zhongfan in despair, he really couldn't figure it out, what kind of demon was this, how could he control his strength so well?

Yun Zhongfan said expressionlessly: "Want to die, it's not that simple!"

Hu Laosan's forehead was cracked with a white Sensen's opening, and blood was shooting.

Yun Zhongfan hit his acupoint, waiting for his blood to drain and die.

Then the whole person fell to the ground as if his soul had been drained.

The revenge was avenged, but he had no motivation to survive.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the broken dart game in front of him, his heart like being cut with a knife.

This is his former home, where he spent his childhood happily and happily, he once stood in this position, looked up at the dart flag embroidered with golden dragons and tigers hunting in the wind, and proudly said, 'This is my home, my home is the dragon and tiger dart game!'

But it was here that he watched once familiar faces die with hideousness and pain.

The building collapsed, and the miserable lights were gone.

Yun Zhongfan smiled miserably and muttered: "Seeing him rise up a tall building, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse, I want to see the bed full of Aya Luo back then, and see the empty room now." The withered grass and withered poplars used to be a playground, the spider silk was full of carved beams, and the dust and sand lay on the window. There is a huge iron threshold, but it can't be exchanged for a steamed bun, dry bones all over the ground, who remembers the wind ~ ...... "

Looking at the skeleton in front of him, the cold sweat of Yun Zhongfan was rising, that loving face had appeared in his dreams countless times, but every time he wanted to throw himself into the arms of this face again, the tenacious nerves cultivated in the Shura training ground would wake him up.

Master said that although a person with hatred in his heart practices fast enough, his biggest enemy is always his dead relatives.

Every time he woke up, he lay in his cold sweat, listening to the terrible wolf howl outside, waiting for the dawn in agony.

And so on for ten years.

Hu Laosan was already dying, but he suddenly opened his mouth and laughed cruelly: "I... Tell... You, behind us... And the real Lord... Mou, you... Ho ho... Forever... Don't want to know... You never... I can't do it for your mother... Report... Hatred!"

Yun Zhongfan suddenly jumped up, pressed the cracked wound on Hu Laosan's head, and roared: "Who else?

He was answered with endless sighs, and the sound of sins flowing by, and perhaps, the sound of repentance.

I don't know when, the Jiuqu knife and the embroidered bone knife are actually dead.

They died peacefully, without the slightest pain on their faces, as if they were asleep.

Yun Zhongfan didn't find it.

Yun Zhongfan kicked the body of the Nine Curved Knife, and a small object fell out of her neckline.

It was a small gourd.

The moment Yun Zhongfan saw this gourd, big tears suddenly rolled out of his eyes.

Laughing Maitreya said that this gourd is an heirloom of his family, and this thing will never leave his body unless he dies one day.

Yun Zhongfan stared at the Nine Curved Knife and muttered, "Why did you kill him? He is your husband! Ten years ago, you didn't participate in the tragedy, why did you come to muddy the water?"

The only thing that answered him was the sound of whimpering.

I don't know when it rained in the sky again.

Yun Zhongfan carried Hua Bo on his back and left the town.

In this sad place, he will die if he is distracted more!

But he can't die now, Hu Laosan's last words are like a whip full of barbs, and he stings all over his body.

Hua Bo fell, and Yun Zhongfan didn't find an antidote in Xiao Furong.

It is said that there is no solution for a thousand days of drunkenness, but Yun Zhongfan knows that there is someone who can solve it.

It's a pity that this man is now down, lying on his back.

His steps gradually became floating, as if the old man on his back weighed a thousand pounds.

The carved dragon jade cup can cure a hundred poisons, but it cannot solve a thousand days of drunkenness.

A thousand days of drunkenness is not poison.

So Hua Bo, who has never been poisonous, has also fallen.

The rain obscured the vision, or rather, the eyelids blocked the rain.

Yun Zhongfan ordered himself not to fall, but he still fell after all.

Yun Zhongfan never knew that people could sleep so sweetly.

The crisp chirping of orioles outside the door woke him up, but the faint smell of blood did not give him any chance to savor this good dream.

It was a dilapidated wooden house, and he lay on a couch, with bows and arrows, rusty shovels, and black ashes on the ground swirled by the wind, and he did not know where to go.

This is supposed to be a temporary dwelling built by Orion in the mountains.

The door was open, and a robe hung from the railing outside, the warmth of the sun had evaporated the last shred of moisture.

Yun Zhongfan's eyes shone like a beast's essence, and his feet were like tanuki dancing on the tip of a knife, and his body floated over the ashes on the ground, not even a trace of soot was raised.

The sun was dazzling, but the eyes of the sail in the clouds did not affect it in the slightest, and there were corpses in the grass, three of them, one of which was obviously very petite.

Yun Zhongfan shook his body and came to the side of the petite corpse.

He was about to sit down when the corpse suddenly moved.

She had obviously collapsed in a pool of blood, but she didn't die.

Yun Zhongfan gently flipped over her body, he didn't look at this person's face, because he already knew who this person was.

A sword pierced his left chest, but he did not die.

She opened her eyes and saw him.

Yun Zhongfan pointed out a few points in the air, sealed several big points around the wound, and said with a smile: "You are really fatal!"

The woman coughed up a mouthful of blood, but her eyes were gloomy, and she said, "It's not that it's fate, it's because I don't have a heart!"

Yun Zhongfan smiled: "I don't have the heart either. ”

The woman said: "Not only do you have no heart, but you don't have lungs!"

Yun Zhongfan didn't say more, was silent for a while, and asked, "You saved me?"

The woman said, "No!"

Yun Zhongfan stopped talking, got up and walked to the other two corpses.

He didn't know the two men.

The rivers and lakes are too big, in half a year, even if he is a genius, how many people can he know? )