"Dreams have passed for decades, and the lonely wind has long led to dispel sorrows. "It's like the words of the sky, and there is no flight in the lookout.

"Lone Wind Swordsman, how is that possible?" the Man in the Iron Mask was surprised that his mask was about to fall!

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"Hey old man, why is the Man in the Iron Mask wondering?" Xinghu was puzzled and interrupted the village chief's memories.

"Hehe, it's no wonder, it's been three hundred years! A person who suddenly disappeared suddenly appeared after a hundred years, and it's not strange who is called. Liu Feng said.

"Brother Liu, what's going on, who is the Lone Wind Swordsman?" Xinghu still didn't understand and continued to ask.

"Three hundred years ago, there was a number one person in the Sword Cloud Empire, who was known for being as fast as the wind and acting alone, according to him: 'In this life, there is no other friend except the sword. This sword is the long sword he holds in his hand, the Thrilling Flood. As the name suggests, he treats the sword as if it were a beauty. He once commanded the battlefield and made great achievements, but he would rather walk among the rivers and lakes, not love the country and the country, and not love money, but he couldn't bear the empty wine jug hanging around his waist! He was loyal to Marshal Huo, that is, General Huo's grandfather, and it is said that he had reached the level of the sixth layer of the fighting god, but he mysteriously disappeared after two hundred years, and his whereabouts are unknown. The village chief said.

"Then where did he go?" Xinghu asked as he planned to break the casserole.

"Hehe, it's also funny, it is said that I have slept in an ice cave for decades!" Liu Feng said.

"How many years is that?" Xinghu asked again.

"One hundred years!" replied the village chief.

"Nostalgic empty chanting and listening to the flute, going to the countryside is like a rotten Ke person!" Xinghu sighed, he was also lonely, "So, that feeling, is it comfortable?"

The crowd was silent......

After a while, the village chief continued to reminisce......

"Drunk and stroked for three thousand years, the wine is like a dream!, where is it impossible?" replied the Lone Wind Swordsman coldly. At this time, he seems to be not devastated by the years at all, and is still like the legend, Yushu is in the wind, wearing a purple battle suit, his knife-like face is covered by the black scarf around his neck, his body is covered with purple close-fitting armor, the mysterious pattern seems to hide great power, the left shoulder is draped with a half-triangular dark blue cloak, and the waist is still hanging, and he is tightly held by the rough big hand hidden in the leaky leather gloves.

"You...... You...... What do you want to do, do you want to get involved in our Tianhai Society?" the Man in the Iron Mask panicked.

"Thunderstorm, ignore him!" Huo Sifei shouted hoarsely. And the shouting in his mouth is naturally the Lone Wind Swordsman

"Hmph, with all due respect, I really haven't heard of this Tianhai meeting!What kind of dog name is this!" the Lone Wind Swordsman said dismissively

"You...... You...... You...... You're a demon!" the man must have been so frightened that he must have sat on the ground and barely got up!

"Hmph! Shocking face, no life remains!" After that, a purple light flashed, in fact, I almost didn't even see the purple light! Those people were already lying on the ground, motionless, not even a bleeding wound! "This is the lonely ...... of the wind" is still a cold sentence, which makes people shudder.

"Thank you" Steward Huo and a few others thanked the Lone Wind Swordsman, and he didn't hear any movement for a long time, and when he looked up, the Lone Wind Swordsman was long gone!

"Let's go. Huo Sifei took his subordinates away, but one of them suddenly jumped up, and the dagger in his hand had already submerged into the body of the baby in Huo Sifei's arms! Huo Sifei was directly shocked! "Bastard!" A loud shout from the whole world! That family Ding had already been turned to ashes! And the group of scum gathered in the garden, the dead and wounded! Huo Sifei broke through! He broke through to the God of Fighting! "Young master! General Huo, Mrs. Huo, I, Huo Sifei—right...... I'm sorry for you!" The shouts resounded through the sky, and they didn't disperse for a long time!