Yangxu, General's Mansion. This is one of the three branches of the fine willow camp and the place where the elders practiced. The heads of the previous generations would also live in the General's Mansion after their abdication. Above the rivers and lakes, in the court, the weight is extremely heavy. On this day, an unusual guest came to the General's Mansion: Sun Xiang, the contemporary head. In fact, it is common for the head of the family to visit the general's mansion, but since Sun Xiang succeeded as the head of the house, he has never stepped into the general's mansion unless necessary. However, his deputy palm punishment talisman often came to the door to ask for advice. This made these patriarchs, who didn't care about the world and loved face, invisibly like and dislike the two.

Inside the White Tiger Hall. Sun Xiang sat on the main seat, and the first patriarchs sat on both sides. Although the rules are so, the other elders present are unhappy: Fu Zhangxing has always been the last to sit here. But the first patriarchs were courteous. Xia Zhenyi, the elder of the martial throne, said: "I don't know if the head of the family is here, what do you have to say?" Sun Xiang said: "Don't dare to show it, but there are two things to discuss with the patriarch of the main throne." Zhuge You, the patriarch of the literary throne, said: "Oh, what kind of big thing does the head of the house need to ask us bad old men?" Obviously, this patriarch of the literary seat did not have a good impression of Sun Xiang.

Xia Zhenyi glared at Zhuge You. Sun Xiang didn't care, and smiled and said: "It's about the big plan of the sect, so I dare to disturb the seniors." He paused for a moment, saw that the elders all looked willing to hear the details, and said: "It has been more than ten years since I succeeded to the head. Sun Xiang didn't dare to say anything, and he asked himself if he was at fault. However, recently, I always feel physically exhausted, and my body and mind are haggard. I am afraid that I will not be able to afford it for a day, and I will miss my century-old plan. After thinking about it day and night, I decided to give up the position of head of the family and accompany the seniors to recuperate. After saying that, there was a lot of discussion in the hall.

Xia Zhenyi, the elder of the martial throne, said: "The matter is big, and I hope the head will think twice." Zhuge You, the patriarch of the Wenzuo, said: "Zen is not trivial, I don't know who the head of the family wants?" Sun Xiang waved his hand to signal everyone to stop discussing, and said: "I have made up my mind." But there is hesitation in the selection of candidates. I belong to two people: one is in charge of the punishment and the law, and the other is the inferior Sun Qi, who is vigorous and in his prime. The patriarch said: "Fu Zhang's punishment is very prestigious in the door. Young Master Sun, in terms of fame, ......"

Sun Xiang smiled: "The elder of the Wenzuo has not asked about things for a long time, and he doesn't know much about the situation in the door. Fu Li has been in charge of the criminal law for many years, and he is selfless and selfless, and his reputation among the Dharma protectors and hall masters is very high. These two are the backbone of the door and the hope for future development. Sun Xiang was really difficult to choose, so he came to discuss with the elders. As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

Zhuge You pondered for a long time and said: "All the hopes are in the younger generation. I want Sun Qi, but I still need to experience. I also hope that the head of the sect will postpone the period of Zen concession. Xia Zhenyi said: "Wenzuo is reasonable. However, it is an eventful time right now. The head of the family is exhausted, and the young master is prone to turmoil when he succeeds to the throne. Everything is stable first, I will be separated, and I hope that the head of the door will consider. Sun Xiang's eyes flashed, and he said: "This matter is not trivial, and I hope you will discuss it in detail." The second thing of the day is a happy event. Ten days from now, it will be the next birthday. Since I took over as the head of the family, I have rarely traveled with your predecessors. Therefore, I invite you with a cheeky face and hope that your predecessors will appreciate the light. Xia Zhenyi said with a smile: "The birthday of the head of the family is the joy of this family, and we will definitely go." The elders chimed in.

After Sun Xiang left, the first patriarchs did not disperse immediately. Wuzuo Xia Zhenyi said: "What do you think about today's things?" The problem was thrown at us. Lezao Mo Qiu said: "The meaning of the head of the house couldn't be simpler." Zhanza Duan Dingding said: "Not bad." What will be accomplished is a secret of this door. Historically, only the first patriarch and the head of the house have known. But when it comes to our people, the head of the family, it will be known to everyone!" Xia Zhenyi's face sank, and he said the most important point: "Sun Qi knows a lot about the success of a general!" Everyone was silent. The disciple came to report: "Fu Zhangxing is visiting!"

Hosoliuying, 12 annexes. This is located in the deep mountains west of the Xiliu camp, and it is a place of cultivation for the dragon slaying line. A carrier pigeon flew down, and a pair of hands took down the letter it was carrying, unfolded it, and looked at it with joy: "The third brother and the sixth brother have arrived at the platform near the water," and then looked down, and the joy suddenly turned into a melancholy color, "The sixth brother is injured!" "What?" The strong man next to him snatched the letter, and the more he looked at it, the more his brows wrinkled: Jinyiwei was full of murderous machines, and I am afraid that the road from the near water tower to Yangxu would not be easy to walk! The eldest brother was not there, so he had to make up his own mind. Thinking of this, he said to the people around him: "Old Seven, you let the eighth and twelfth immediately set off to pick up the third and sixth brothers!" "Hey!" The seventh horse head Xu Tianfeng responded and turned around.

As soon as the big man breathed, a few more people came over. The person at the head holds the golden rooster fan, which is the chicken head Ding Qi. I only heard him say: "Second brother, the secret agent is coming to report, fifth ...... Tong Wailing Dragon appeared in the Pure Land Temple. Mu Jingwen has already gone, and we can't stop him. "Second brother, that is, the bull head Wei Zitong's brows furrowed again: "He still doesn't give up!" Monkey Head Gong Shichang said: "He has been added as a dragon head, but he doesn't have a dragon sword, how can he die!" "Hmph," Ding Qi sneered, "A fake is a fake after all." Even if he has a dragon sword, is it a dragon head?"

"Kill, kill, kill!" In the Xiliu Camp, in a secret room, from time to time there was a person's shouting of killing, like madness. Inside, more than a dozen prisoners of war who were supposed to be on death row were tied to pillars, their bodies covered with a blur of flesh and blood, which had stained the ground a dark red. However, a teenager was still crazy and slashed with his sword, and many scars were suddenly added to the body of the prisoner of war, who had no signs of life.

"Ahh "Father—father—" he cried until his voice was hoarse. "Ahh "Father, is this what you want......" he muttered.

His name is Sun Qi, the young master of Xiliu, who lives in the envy and jealousy of outsiders and his own madness and bloodlust. In fact, when he was a child, he was no different from other children, he started to practice martial arts since he was a child, and his life was simple and quiet. It wasn't until that year that my father became the head of the house. And since that year, the thirst for blood in my heart has gradually risen. His uneasiness, his anxiety, his father did not see it at all.

So he began to investigate slowly on his own ability, only to find out that he had become his father's test subject at some point. And like him, there are many more. Knowing this, he thought about resisting, but his father destroyed all his plans with a backhand. His father, whom he respected since childhood, even said to him: "You should be glad that it is my son, and you should be glad that you are the most stable test subject in the plan." Otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Since then, his world has been dark. There will be a few hours a day when he can't control his bloodthirsty madness, and every time this happens, a dozen prisoners of war will be tied up here for him to vent his bloodthirsty **. After venting, regain your senses in a pool of blood in the room.

The door opens. Li Man, the chief priest of the fine willow, pushed the door in. "Young master," he helped the young man up, "you have to take care of your body!" "Uncle Li," Sun Qi smiled, only Uncle Li really cares about himself, right, "Something?" Li Man seemed to be a little embarrassed: "The head wants to Zen with you, so I went to the General's Mansion early in the morning." "Zen and me?" Sun Qi smiled mockingly, "I'm a killing machine, it's almost finished!" Li Man was stunned, sighed helplessly, and didn't speak. In Sun Qi's eyes, there was only killing intent: "Father-"

Dusk, Jodoji Temple. The Daxiong Treasure Hall was full of cigarettes, but there was only one pilgrim. The dragon of pain bowed a few times in front of the Buddha, and then sat on the futon, as if waiting for someone. Since the Great Snowfall, everyone has gone their separate ways. The Pain Dragon secretly followed the three of Luo Huqiu all the way here, but suddenly lost the trace of the three of them. It looks like he's been discovered. The Pain Dragon shook his head and smiled bitterly, he still hadn't learned the tracing technique from Ghost Face.

Luo Huting tiptoed towards the main hall. Seeing her childish movements, Luo Huqiu couldn't help but smile and continued to close his eyes with Tie Jing to breathe. Bypassing a few big trees, it was already outside the perception range of Luohu Hill and Iron Mirror. Luo Huting hadn't stood firm yet, but she felt a flower in front of her, and a man in black was standing in front of her with his back to her. "What!" Luo Huting pouted and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey-"

The man in black turned around, but it wasn't the face he expected. "Who ......" Luo Huting took two steps back, and was about to draw her sword, when she suddenly felt black in front of her and fainted. "Big brother. The sneak attacker helped Luo Huting up before she fell to the ground. The man in black said: "Look good." That's a big bargain. After finishing his clothes, he walked towards the main hall.

Detect someone coming in. The Pain Dragon opened his eyes, but found that it was not the person who came in: "Mu Jingwen?" Mu Jingwen walked to her side and bowed to the Buddha statue a few times: "Tong Wailong, meet again." The Pain Dragon didn't speak. Mu Jingwen turned around suddenly, staring at the dragon tattooed long knife beside him, his eyes were full of blazing light: "Do you remember the last time we met? It was also here that you were seriously injured by the tiger's head." It was so easy for me to take your life. But I didn't, because I didn't bother to take advantage of people's danger. I want to take the position of the dragon head in a righteous and bright way! Now, I have done it, I have become the leader of the dragon! But-" His eyes flashed fiercely, "but you are still ghostly! In their eyes, only you, and only you are the real dragon leader! I am just an impostor! Just because of the dragon knife, I don't have the dragon sword, I will never become the dragon head! Tong cries dragon," his tone softened, "you have betrayed the fine willow, you have been removed from the dragon slayer, and you are no longer the dragon head." Give me the dragon knife, and we will forget each other from now on. No one will remember you again. ”

"Finished?" the Pain Dragon sneered, "You know something!Want the Dragon Knife," he slowly pulled out the knife, "Come and get it!" "You brought it on yourself!" Mu Jingwen snorted, and the dragon-patterned sword came out of its sheath and attacked the Pain Dragon. The Pain Dragon sat still, as if the sword qi around it did not exist. But Mu Jingwen disappeared out of thin air and hid in the sword qi, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The Pain Dragon suddenly slashed out, and the sword qi in the room was cut off. Mu Jingwen asked himself, and the foolproof sword was being blocked by the dragon sword. "Without the dragon sword, can you block this sword?" Mu Jingwen gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand was not slackened in the slightest. The two of them have broken down several moves in an instant. Each of Mu Jingwen's swords was suppressed by the Pain Dragon. Suddenly, the pain dragon turned around, and Mu Jingwen was about to parry, but the dragon knife was already on his neck.

"You don't dare to kill me. Mu Jingwen abandoned his sword to the ground, but he was not afraid at all. "Oh?" the Pain Dragon raised the corners of his mouth. Mu Jingwen smiled slightly and clapped his palm. Mu Jingsi, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, entered in response to the call, and at the same time entered Luo Huting, who was held hostage by him.

The Pain Dragon was startled: "Despicable!" Mu Jingwen smiled: "It's just a scheme." Tong cried dragon, and the dragon knife exchanged her life. You make a choice!" The pain dragon showed a struggle in his eyes, he looked at Luo Huting, Luo Huting was staring at him, signaling him to refuse, he looked at Mu Jingwen again, Mu Jingwen smiled indifferently. The Pain Dragon thought for a long time, gritted his teeth, and put the knife away. Across the chest, give it away.

"Haha......" Mu Jingwen took the dragon knife and let out a smug laugh. After laughing, he looked ruthless: "The dragon knife has been obtained." Tong Crying Dragon, accept your fate!" After speaking, he slashed at the defenseless Pain Dragon. "Hahaha......" Mu Jingsi also laughed proudly, firmly grasping Luo Huting, who was constantly struggling.

Seeing that the knife had fallen, there was a "ding" sound, and a dragon-headed short knife appeared in the hand of the Pain Dragon at some point, and it was holding the long knife that had fallen. The Pain Dragon's body immediately moved, and the dragon's short knife had already slashed through Mu Jingwen's neck. "This is ......" Mu Jingwen's face was full of incredulity. "Didn't they tell you when they asked you to make the dragon's head?" "What?" "The real inheritance of the dragon's head is actually this short knife!" "What?!" Mu Jingwen's eyes widened, blood burst out from his neck, and he couldn't blink a blind eye. "What about you?" the Pain Dragon swept towards Mu Jingsi with cold eyes. Mu Jingsi's hands trembled, and he actually pushed Luo Huting forward and fled.