In everyone's heart, there will be a kind of pain buried in the bottom of the heart, maybe it is an event, a past, or a person. It is a memory that has already happened, or is being experienced, and does not want to be mentioned or touched by outsiders, some people call them taboo, like a shackle, buried deep in the heart, not inadvertently remembered, but can never be forgotten.

Meng Gang saw a figure flashing, and before he had time to raise his head, Wuxin had already sounded the horn of death to him in the same way again.

The crimson blood knife slashed down on the head again, this time faster and more ruthless! Meng Gang didn't have time to think about it, he quickly grabbed the two giant axes that fell to the ground, and swung them towards the top of his head with all his might, wanting to use the same move to block the same attack without intention!

Another thrilling sound of gold and iron resonated, and sparks flew again, but this time, Meng Gang didn't get down on his knees, he caught the second attack that was unintentionally the same!

However, before he could come back to his senses, Wuxin's right foot suddenly kicked out like lightning and kicked his chin! It turned out that Wuxin's knife did not use all his strength, although it was also sharp, but it was just a false move, and the real killing move was his right foot that flew out like lightning!

Meng Gang instantly felt a fainting in his head, his body staggered backwards, and fell heavily to the ground, if he hadn't shrunk his neck at the last moment, the unintentional kick was enough to directly kick his neck and kill him. Even so, the sharp pain in his jaw and the fainting head still made him a little overwhelmed, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wuxin lowered his head, his blood-red eyes looked through a few strands of hair in front of his forehead, and stared coldly at Meng Gang who fell a few steps away, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out. The blade continued to let out bursts of dragon groans, as if it was also excited, looking forward to another hard collision with the two giant axes that were already full of cracks.

Meng Gang looked at Wuxin who was standing in the snow not far away, breathing heavily like the God of War of the Nine Heavens, and he forgot to get up from the ground, he really couldn't believe that Wuxin's strength was so terrifying, even more terrifying than the legend, he didn't know what made the young man in front of him who was supposed to be milky and undried become so powerful, so strong that he no longer had the courage to jump up again.

At this moment, Wuxin moved, and slowly took the first step, and the second step, slowly walked towards Meng Gang who was lying on the ground. The murderous aura of Ling Yan made the snowflakes flying in the sky dare not approach, and fell in a strange direction around Wuxin, and none of them dared to fall on him.

"Stop him, kill him!" Meng Gang almost shouted to his subordinates in the distance in a wailing voice, desperately struggling to get up, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a single bit, and his limbs seemed to be no longer his own, and he couldn't lift up any strength at all.

The stunned subordinates of the Huoyun Hall, who were already standing in the distance and watching, reacted when they heard Meng Gang's words, and rushed up, instantly surrounding Wuxin in the middle, but no one was the first to step forward, just widened their eyes and tried to make themselves look fierce.

Maybe it was because the two attacks just now were too shocking and had already shocked everyone present, and no one dared to be the first to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

"Do it!" At this moment, a voice sounded from the crowd, it was the person who was injured in the restaurant. With his shout, the others glanced at each other, and at the same time rushed towards Wuxin, dozens of blades instantly swept towards Wuxin's body.

In the face of dozens of weapons falling from the sky, Wuxin had no fear, the blood knife in his hand was waved quickly, and the chaotic sound of gold and iron was full of screams, as soon as he fought, several people had already fallen, and they didn't even see which direction the knife came from and had fallen in a pool of blood, because the heartless knife was so fast, so fast that those people had died before they realized the pain.

Although he was stopped by dozens of people, his unintentional pace never stopped, still moving in the direction of Meng Gang, and with every step forward, Meng Gang, who was lying on the ground, felt that he was one step closer to death. But now he has almost no power to resist, and can only pin his hopes on those subordinates, hoping that they can buy him more time and let his body recover.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, as if I can't see this tragedy happening in broad daylight, and I try my best to cover up the corpses and blood on the ground through more and thicker snowflakes, but people still keep falling, and new blood is constantly splashing, making the originally white earth messy and messy.

Finally, more than half of the people had fallen, and no one dared to step forward, and the rest of the people looked at their companions in front of them in horror, and the hands holding the weapons looked weak, and they didn't dare to mention it anymore, and slowly began to retreat uncontrollably, wanting to stay away from the death-like killing god in front of them.

When Meng Gang saw this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this bitter smile contained too much unwillingness and helplessness, he never dreamed that he would end up in such a way, he was dead, he knew it. Because the unintentionality at this moment is unstoppable, even if it is a god or a Buddha standing in front of him, he can't escape the end of dying under the bloody knife.

Wuxin coldly stepped over a corpse that had fallen at his feet and continued to walk towards Meng Gang. He didn't look at the body at his feet, which was already covered in snowflakes while it was still exuding residual warmth, as if the man had never lived.

In his eyes, there was only one person at the moment, and that was Meng Gang, the one who dared to desecrate his late father in front of him. He didn't allow anyone to insult his father so much, and if anyone dared to do that, then he would definitely make that person pay the price of blood to pay tribute to his father's death in heaven, not to mention that his father died at the hands of Red Feather.

Meng Gang looked at Wuxin, who was getting closer and closer to him, his breathing became more and more rapid, trying his best to hide the fear in his heart, and sneered loudly, he was laughing at Wuxin, laughing at Wuxin, laughing at Wuxin, such a cruel method would be killed like himself sooner or later, he laughed at himself, laughed at himself and laughed at himself for now that he ended up sitting still.

Suddenly, just as Wuxin was about to walk in front of Meng Gang, Meng Gang's originally struggling body suddenly jumped up, and with a wave of his right hand, the giant axe rushed towards Wuxin frantically, as if vowing to cut Wuxin off!

It turned out that Meng Gang had recovered from the paralysis just now. Perhaps, this is his last blow.

Before the flying giant axe flew in front of Wuxin, he saw Meng Gang holding the remaining giant axe with both hands, rushing towards Wuxin like lightning, using the last trace of strength in his body, and slashing at Wuxin's neck!

The corners of Wuxin's mouth twitched, revealing a sneer of contempt, and the body that was originally moving slowly suddenly rushed out like an arrow from the string, and when he rushed to the giant axe flying in the air, he suddenly leaned back, but his footsteps did not stop at all, and he still slid rapidly in the direction of Meng Gang, and passed by the flying giant axe, almost touching his cheek, and if he deviated slightly, he probably had cut off half of Wuxin's brain.

Before Meng Gang could recover from Wuxin's strange body, he saw Wuxin rush towards him again like lightning, faster than before! In the blink of an eye, the bodies of the two of them flashed without too much entanglement.

Then both stood still.

The whole world seemed to be forbidden, and everyone stared blankly at everything that was happening in front of them, at the two of them standing motionless in the snow. There was no sound around except for the sound of the snowflakes falling to the ground, and it was so quiet that it was frightening.

Suddenly, Meng Gang's huge body slowly fell backwards again, falling heavily to the ground, shaking the surrounding snowflakes in all directions. This time he didn't struggle anymore, he didn't make a sound, his eyes, which were originally blue like the sea, were now pale, but he refused to close them.

Meng Gang died, died under the unintentional knife, and was killed with one sword. On his throat, a thin knife mark was oozing blood, and the knife was so fast that Meng Gang didn't have time to dodge, so fast that the boiling blood in his body hadn't found this outlet.

Maybe he regretted that he had provoked Wuxin, regretted saying those words, regretted that he had led that uncommon hatred to himself, and even regretted why he joined Red Feather in the first place, but now it is too late to join together, all regret and unwillingness are falling to the ground with the snowflakes fluttering in the wind, seeping into the soil, and finally turning into a puddle of snow water, slowly passing away.

Wuxin left, did not look back again, as if he was tired of the corpses all over the ground, and the streets mixed with blood and snow, and even more tired of such endless killing, how he wanted to let go of the hand that had been holding the bloody knife, even if it was only for a moment, but the cruel reality told him that he couldn't, there were still too many dangers in sight, and too many people wanted to protect themselves.

But he suddenly wanted to find a place to rest quietly for a while, to put aside his hatred for a while, and forget about killing, even if only for a moment.

It's not that he's afraid of such days, it's not that he wants to escape, it's just that he has been depressed for too long, which has made him a little breathless. No one can really ignore death, indifferently look at everyone dying under their own swords, including Wuxin, after all, he is just a person, a person who has also witnessed the death of his closest person in front of him.

The rest of the Huoyun Hall people didn't react until the unintentional figure had disappeared at the end of the street, and it wasn't until the snowflakes in the sky had covered the corpses all over the ground that they reacted, and began to pick up the corpses on the ground in a panic, and ran to Huoyuntang in a panic to call people, and then began to surround Xuanzhou City everywhere, trying to find the boy who was like death.

Maybe it's just because of the sheer number of people that they forget their fears, or maybe it's just to prove their loyalty and show others. In short, Xuanzhou City, which was originally immersed in the joy of the first snow of winter, is no longer quiet, and is full of shouting Huoyuntang's subordinates.

Walking aimlessly on the streets, he was looking for an exit, an exit where he could leave quietly, but the endless Huoyuntang subordinates seemed to have all come out of the ground all at once, and after a while, they were filled with the streets and alleys of Xuanzhou City.

Just when Wuxin didn't know where to go, a carriage stopped in front of Wuxin, and the curtain on one side of the carriage was pulled from inside, revealing a familiar face, like the wind. I didn't expect them to meet again, and this time it was as if it had been arranged in advance, and it appeared in such a timely manner.

"Get in the car. Ji Rufeng in the car lowered his voice and said, the two eyes kept observing the surroundings, for fear of being seen by the people of Huoyun Hall.

Without hesitation, Wuxin gently jumped into the carriage and got into the carriage.

In the carriage, Ji Rufeng sat alone, and there was a package on the side, which was the package with gold wire armor that unintentionally fell in the restaurant.

Such an important package, how could Wuxin fall so easily, just because there was nothing in the package, and there was no gold wire armor worth hundreds of thousands of taels that Wuxin said.

Of course, the golden silk armor is now in Murong Hall, how can it appear here, he just took a package that was exactly the same as the one that contained the golden silk armor at the beginning, in order to attract others to grab it and attract the people of Huoyun Hall to appear, since he has achieved his goal, there is no need to continue pretending.

And at this time, this package was placed here, maybe because Ji Rufeng had discovered the secret, and the reason why he put it in the carriage for Wuxin to see was to tell Wuxin that he had understood everything.

After all, the Ji family is a well-known figure in Xuanzhou City, and it is not difficult to get out of the city, and Huoyuntang does not intend to catch Wuxin, but Ji Rufeng doesn't know. The carriage was not hindered in any way, and no one even stopped it to inspect it, so it was not long before it was out of town.

After sending Wuxin out of the city, Ji Rufeng got out of the car, and didn't say a word from beginning to end, maybe in front of Wuxin, it seemed that he was very clumsy in saying anything. Preparing a carriage to send Wuxin out safely was the only thing he could do now.

Unintentionally through the curtain on one side of the carriage that was not tightly covered, looking at the flashing Ji Rufeng, I was sincerely grateful, if nothing else, I prepared a carriage for himself when he needed to be quiet, knowing that he had lied to him but never said a word, as well as the "I'm sorry" that the restaurant said, as well as the kind reminder. I didn't know that I owed Ji Rufeng a favor, a favor that I had to repay.

The carriage galloped into the distance, as if chasing the wind, facing the snow, looking forward to the unknown world. A shallow wheel print and a chaotic row of horseshoe prints remained in the snow, and then as the snow fell, everything gradually blurred and faded away, leaving no trace behind......