The fresh, brilliant sunlight shines in without a trace of heat, disgusting and disgusting.

Three days had passed since the body was in the mourning hall, and it was not covered with a white cloth.

Yang Tianxiao has been waiting for three days.

He believed that the head would come back, not everyone thought so, at least the seven major sects and the four great families....... I don't think so, and I won't believe it.

I don't believe that there will be crazy people, people with guts and hair who will do this, and I won't believe that someone will come to die.

Died in the Seven Great Sects and the Four Great Families...... These famous and decent families, as well as the revenge of Yang Tianxiao.

The heroes look sideways

Here comes the man who sent him to death.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

This man's body was badly wounded, the wounds were bleeding and bleeding all the time, and his life would end at any moment.

He didn't take a few steps before he collapsed, then struggled to catch his breath and struggled to his feet, and walked forward.

His body was still straight, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The pain and torment of the wound could not make him succumb or bend.

Everyone standing in the mourning hall is a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, either the head of a certain place, or the owner of a certain place, and the ...... of the helper of such and such a place.

This man walked into this mourning hall as if he had walked into hell, walking on the edge of a sword.

This person stood in the mourning hall like a stone statue, as if he didn't see it, and he didn't bother to look at it, staring at Yang Tianxiao, and said, "Here you go." ”

Yang Tianxiao took it, then lowered his head, his body could no longer be controlled, and he kept trembling.

Although he didn't want others to see him crying, the tears were already dripping on the ground, and he said, "Thank you." ”

The man nodded. said: "You don't want to kill me to avenge your Lao Tzu?" ”

Yang Tianxiao said: "I don't want to." ”

The man said, "You're fine. ”

Not far away, there was sword light flying.

Brilliant, dazzling, stunning.

The man didn't see it, and he didn't bother to look at it.

When the sword light flew, the figure flickered, and said: "In the next place, come and learn your superb marksmanship." ”

The man didn't move, and he didn't bother to move.

The direction of the spine is the back.

A sword pierces the heart.

At this moment, a figure flashed, blocking the blade of the sword.

The person who blocked the sword was roaring in the sky.

The malevolent, mocking smile on the sword-wielding man suddenly froze and froze to death.

Yang Tianxiao's head was still hanging very low, his hands were still holding his Lao Tzu's head, his body was still trembling, he suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth, and "hummed", the sword that pierced his back had been clipped, and his body was broken alive.

He stared coldly at the person holding the sword, and said coldly: "Yang Tianxiao is not a person who can't afford to lose, nor is he a person who refuses to admit defeat after losing. ”

Someone in the distance roared and was angry, "Unfilial son, I'm angry, I'm going to kill you." ”

This person is the head of the Diancang faction, and he is also the oldest and oldest here, and his boasting kung fu is also the strongest.

His sword roared out.

The sword light is pressing.

The sword aura is compelling.

Every time he makes a move, it seems to be for the morality and justice of the rivers and lakes, he seems to kill people as if he should be, as a matter of course, and the people who are killed seem to deserve it.

When the sword light flashed, his person suddenly stopped moving, his person slowly fell, and he was still angrily scolding: "Unfilial son, I'm angry with me." ”

The angry look on his face suddenly stiffened, and he died.

His body suddenly broke in two in the middle,......。

The gun was slowly retracting, slowly dripping blood.

No one saw how the gun was shot, only how it was stopped.

Dead.

It was as if the mourning hall had really become hell, and only the sound of everyone's heartbeat could be heard in silence.

I don't know how long it took, the chief prostitute of the twelve serial black walked out of Zihua Taimei, stared coldly at the gun and the person, and said coldly: "I'll take the lesson." ”

"Okay."

The sword that is too beautiful flies out, and it is as brilliant, amazing, beautiful and moving as a rainbow.

It is as beautiful as if the chaste and cold peerless red face and the beautiful woman of the country are rushing towards you, giving you benefits, making you happy and sweet.

It's so beautiful that it doesn't look like a murderous sword, it's so beautiful that you can't bear to refuse, don't want to refuse, and can't refuse.

There is no one in the rivers and lakes who can pay so much attention to swordsmanship, and he said proudly: "You died under this sword, it is your creation." ”

His words are not bragging, and he doesn't have to brag.

"What else do you have to say?"

The man was silent.

The flowers are too beautiful to stab out like rainbows, as if the naked and cold peerless red face, the beauty of the country is rushing into your arms,......。

Then the sword fell, and the red face and the beautiful woman died, and his person suddenly remained motionless like dead flesh, and there was still surprise, disbelief, and fear on his face.

Yang Tianxiao said: "Why don't you leave?" Are you going to kill everyone? ”

His whole body twitched, but those eyes were calm, calm and steady.

The man's whole body was twitching, but the hand holding the gun was steady, steady and calm.

At this time, this person suddenly had a knife on his body, a knife.

Deadly throwing knives.

The knife was stuck in the man's body, as if it had grown out of the man's body, and he fell as if in pain.

Nangong stared at this person falling, staring at it deadly, this person seemed to be really dead.

He stared at the man as he fell, as he struggled to his feet, standing as a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The man turned his head and stared at Nangong Yi, staring emptily.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes.

While he was staring at Nangong Yi's face with one eye, the other eye was staring at his chest, and when one eye was staring at his chest, the other eye was staring at the crotch of his pants,......。

Being stared at by those eyes was like being poked by a gun, as if he wanted to stare not only Nangong Yi's spirit to death, but also his soul.

As soon as Nangong fell, his body suddenly became uncontrollable and kept twitching.

His tears, snot, urine and urine poured out suddenly, and his person twitched incessantly.

He knew he couldn't do it again in this life, he couldn't do anything anymore.

This man stared at Nangong Yi and said, "I won't kill you because you don't deserve it." ”

Yang Tianxiao said: "You ......"

The man stared at Yang Tianxiao and said, "I'm not leaving because I still want to tell you something." ”

Yang Tianxiao said: "What's the matter? ”

This man said: "Your Lao Tzu did not lose to me, we did not divide the winner, and the head was given to me by himself." ”

He turned to leave, but he had not taken a few steps before he collapsed, then struggled to his feet, standing like a stone statue, and walked forward,......。

No one made a move, and everyone watched this devil and monster leave.

Yang Tianxiao said: "You stop. ”

The man stopped.

"You at least tell me your name." Yang Tianxiao said: "There are not many people who can win or lose with my Lao Tzu. ”

The man said: "There is no life. ”