The strong man's fist was close to Xie Wuchang's cheek, and Xie Wuchang still hadn't seen any movement.

Could it be that Xie Wuchang is so useless? Seeing that Xie Wuchang was about to die under these iron fists, the onlookers showed a look of disappointment, what they were looking forward to should have been a dragon fight. However, everyone is disappointed and disappointed, and they are still full of fighting spirit for the current situation. From the moment they stepped into the rivers and lakes, what they longed for was an unusual life.

It just so happens that today's Chizhou is destined to be unusual.

Shengjin Lake's famous Jiaowang has fallen.

And at this moment, the life of Xie Wuchang, a generation of demons, is about to come to an end.

The rivers and lakes are really full of unknowns worth looking forward to.

Just as everyone was about to collect the corpse for Xie Wuchang, the blue light flashed in front of them, and they didn't know where Xie Wuchang pulled out a sword with a whole body black, the sword was six feet and seven inches long, and it was as tall as Zhang Feiju's height, the sword flashed with a blue cold, and the tip of the sword brought out a drop of blood out of nowhere, and the blood slowly fell down along the tip of the sword, first pulled by the tip of the sword very thin and long, and then gradually stretched thinner and longer, and then separated from the tip of the sword, It returned to a mellow state, and finally the drop of blood smashed on the stone floor, and there was a "click" sound.

People were deeply locked in their eyes by this long sword covered in pitch black, and their eyes flowed with the blood from the tip of the sword, until the blood fell to the ground, and people remembered that the owner of this drop of blood should be the strong man, but how is the strong man now?

The strong man still maintained the state of waving his fist, the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he was happy and encouraged that he was about to avenge his several senior brothers, his eyes were full of tears, maybe the moment when the fist was about to touch the enemy's head just now, he thought of his efforts for more than ten years, his struggle, his thoughts, and his youth were finally comforted.

It's a pity that his tears can't flow out of this life after all.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Xie Wuchang tried hard to recall the past, shook his head, and whispered softly: "I don't remember."

When people withdrew their eyes from the corpse of the strong man, the sword of the man in black was gone, and no one knew where his sword was taken from, let alone where he received the sword, but people knew that if a half-step second-grade master was killed with one blow without fighting back, the strength of this black-clothed man must be a second-grade master, so people's eyes turned to Lu Pingchuan beside the Golden God of Wealth.

Lu Pingchuan glanced at the man in black, his old face wrinkled into chrysanthemum-like lines, and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, old man, you are still so ruthless." What a good junior, with good talent and willingness to endure hardships, it will be a banner of Chizhou martial arts in the future, but unfortunately he has not grown up. ”

"If you haven't grown up, you're not a genius." Xie Wuchang glanced at Lu Pingchuan coldly and said lightly.

"You should at least ask him to give his name. After more than ten years of hard training, once he walked out of the rivers and lakes, he died without leaving his name, which is a pity. A half-step second-grade martial artist, no one knew his name until he died, it was too pitiful. ”

"Practicing martial arts is not to make people remember names, but to live."

"Martial arts training is to survive? This is not like the words of an impermanent old ghost, I always thought that in your eyes, practicing martial arts was just to make others die. ”

"What's the difference? If I don't kill others, others may kill me, and only by killing people can I live. ”

"Hey, Xie Wuchang, Xie Wuchang, I'm getting more and more curious, thirty years ago, what happened to make Xie Tianfeng, the merry son of Xie Jiabaoshu, who has a lot of money in his pocket, escape into the Seeking Dao Pavilion and become the old devil Xie Wuchang?"

As soon as the three words Xie Tianfeng appeared, there was a mess in the lobby of the inn.

"Xie Tianfeng? Is he Xie Tianfeng? Xie Tianfeng, the young owner of Wuliu Villa? "The knight dressed as a Confucian student before had an incredible face, twenty years ago in Chizhou Wulin, how many teenagers regarded this name as their idol?

"I have a little impression of the name Xie Wuchang, it is a prominent hall master in the notorious Demon Sect, but I don't want him to be born behind a famous family. It's a pity, Mr. Xie died early, if he is still there, he must not let this unfilial descendant die again? Tie Luohan Sun Buping whispered gossip with his partner, but this time he didn't dare to raise his voice, he knew that with his ability, he was also a person who couldn't make a move in the hands of others.

"Xie Tianfeng? It's him? It's a pity, this guy was really graceful when he was young, he was handsome, his family background was also thick, and his family sword kung fu was even more clever, plus he was talented, the Xie family's one hundred and eight styles of returning to the wind and dancing willow swordsmanship were elegant, and it was rare to meet opponents in the same age, and then it seemed that he walked the rivers and lakes, met a woman, fell in love at first sight, sold his ancestral home, sealed his sword and lived in seclusion, why did he suddenly become a member of the Demon Sect? An old man with white hair and white beard had a gleam in his eyes and sighed secretly.

Xie Wuchang was furious when he heard Lu Pingchuan reveal his bottom, his eyes flashed with fierce light, as if there was thunder hidden in it, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up, surnamed Lu!" Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now? He seemed to care very much about his past and the names he had discarded.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to say it, don't say it, but do you know who the kid you just killed is?" Lu Pingchuan smiled and asked Xie Wuchang with a deep sense of teasing.

"Who he is, what does it have to do with me?" Xie Wuchang noticed the strangeness in Lu Pingchuan's tone, but he was still relatively confident in his sword kung fu, he was confident that in this river and lake, if he didn't want to die, no one could hurt him. This is the self-confidence of a swordsman, with the sword in his hand, even if it is the Ten Hall Yama, it may not be without the strength of a fight.

Lu Pingchuan looked at Xie Wuchang's eyes, just smiled and said nothing.

Xie Wuchang was upset by this silence, he felt that he really couldn't stand this silence, this silence sounded even noisier than being in the city, his head was buzzing in the noise, he realized that he couldn't control his hand anymore, he wanted to draw his sword, he wanted to cut off his head. Either cut off someone else's head, or cut off your own, or you will never be able to calm down.

Lu Pingchuan saw Xie Wuchang's irritability, his mouth was wide open, and his mouth was full of yellow teeth with a smile. He felt a sense of accomplishment in making a ruthless killer make such a fatal omission as upset and irritable.