No matter what you do, there will always be times when you are tired, especially when you are doing the same thing repeatedly, and maybe one day you will feel very tired, so tired that you just want to find a quiet place, away from those annoying people, and not be disturbed. Maybe the reason for being tired is not just because of the way you have walked too much and repetitively, but because you are tired of the things that you have to face endlessly.

When I walked out of the restaurant, I found that it was snowing in the sky, and the pure and miserable white snowflakes were fluttering all over the sky, swaying, and slowly falling to the ground, putting on a white coat for the earth, which made people sigh.

He can't remember how many winters and snows he has experienced, but his vague memories seem to be telling: a lonely figure walks alone through the vast snow, walking towards the front without stopping, as if he doesn't know the cold, let alone tired, leaving only a row of heavy footprints behind him, and then blown by the cold wind in a blink of an eye, and then buried by the drifting snowflakes, leaving no trace.

The streets are full of pedestrians, a few children happily walk through the snow, playing happily, adults gather in groups of three or five, looking up at the snowflakes in the sky, talking about something, from time to time watching the children play in the snow, with a kind smile on their faces, in this snowy season seems so warm.

A heavy snowfall has given everyone here a good mood and also indicates that this is a good start.

But some people seem to be destined to have no fate with these warm moments, so they can only pass by, pretend not to see all this in front of them, and continue to walk towards where they should go alone.

Wuxin just glanced at everything that happened in front of him, and then lowered his head and continued to move forward, the snowflakes all over the ground reflected the white and dazzling light, and Wuxin almost couldn't help but want to close his eyes. Listening to the sound of "creaking" and "creaking" after every step under my feet, my mood seems to have improved slightly, and I am no longer so heavy.

I don't know how long I walked, but I knew that there were fewer and fewer people on the street, and until the last figure was gone, only the figure of Wuxin was left, still walking towards the end of the street.

It seems to be a no-go area, and not only are there no pedestrians, but even the shops on both sides of the street are closed. There seemed to be a trace of depression in the air, which made the snowflakes floating in the air gradually slow down, as if they were afraid of breaking this tense tranquility.

Then, I saw a group of people blocking the end of the street, a group of people wearing black and red coats lined up, blocking the way, and then I saw a person sitting on a bench on the side of the street.

A huge man with messy curly hair, two huge steel axes stuck in his waist, and an unapproachable fierceness all over his body. Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at Wuxin, who came alone on the street, with a hint of vigilance and bloodthirsty cruelty in their eyes.

Wuxin, who was walking slowly, showed a grim smile on the corner of his mouth, because he knew that the person he was waiting for finally appeared, and another killing was about to begin, and it would not be long before it would end.

When he walked not far from the group of people, he unintentionally stopped, but he didn't look up, still slightly bowed his head, and stood there, motionless and silent.

Immediately afterwards, I saw more than a dozen people suddenly rushing out of the crowd, swarming and rushing towards Wuxin, no orders, no shouts, but they were imposing enough, as if they had made an appointment, and they rushed out at the same time, as if they didn't care if they won more or less.

Wuxin still stood quietly in place, quietly watching the snowflakes fall in front of him, as if he didn't care about the impending danger at all, but the hand holding the knife inadvertently moved, holding the knife tighter.

Suddenly, I was unmoved!

Just when the dozen or so people were about to rush in front of him, he moved, as fast as lightning! In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the crowd, and then he heard several screams, and two of them had already flown backwards, and they didn't see how they flew out at the moment they flew out, because Wuxin was so fast that his eyes couldn't keep up with his speed!

At the same time, eight or nine sharp weapons coincidentally slashed down from top to bottom from different directions, as if they were going to split the enemy in front of them in an instant.

But suddenly, the enemy was gone, and so easily, the mysterious disappeared, and the eight sharp weapons failed at the same time. Then, some more people let out a few screams, and then they also fell, struggling to get up, but they couldn't muster up a single ounce of strength, and several people were traumatized to varying degrees, but they were all almost at the same moment.

Soon, the dozen or so people who rushed out all fell one after another, leaving only the figure who had been alone all the time standing there, motionless, as if he had never made a move, his knife still in the scabbard, and his head still slightly lowered.

Those who don't care about winning more or less don't seem to care about the embarrassment of losing when they win more or less, maybe they know that they won't win, it's just a simple temptation to see if this lonely figure in front of them is as terrible as the legend.

"The bloody knife has no heart, and it really lives up to its reputation. The gigantic man who had been sitting on a nearby stool watching all this before him finally spoke, but the look of disdain on his face was not like the compliment he had uttered. He didn't seem to realize that the bloody knife in his mouth was unintentional, and he hadn't drawn it so far.

Wuxin finally raised his head slowly, looked at the person in front of him who seemed to stand out from the crowd wherever he went, and said lightly: "You are the Hall Master of Huoyun Hall?" He remembered what Ji Rufeng had said before he left, Ji Rufeng had reminded him to be careful of a person with an axe.

The huge man nodded, and said coldly, "Huoyuntang Meng Gang." "It turns out that his name is Meng Gang, and the reason why Huoyuntang has been able to dominate Xuanzhou City for so long is inseparable from his almost invincible strength.

Wuxin nodded, and continued to ask, "Why did you hire the Dragon City Twin Monsters to steal the Golden Silk Armor?" He had already concluded that the person in front of him was the one who hired the Dragon City Twin Monsters mentioned in Xia Haitang's letter, but he really didn't know what the use of such a huge person was to ask for something that was almost for a woman.

In fact, the reason why Murong Qianhe spent a lot of money to photograph the golden silk armor was to give it to his daughter, after all, it was too dangerous for a girl to break into the rivers and lakes.

The person who claimed to be Meng Gang didn't seem to be surprised by the unintentional question, and he didn't intend to hide it, so he sneered and said: "Originally, I wanted to use them to lure you here, but I didn't expect them to dare to stay in Dragon City without knowing whether they were alive or dead, I can only blame them for underestimating your strength too much, but fortunately, you sent it to the door yourself, and they are also considered to be dead." Sure enough, he didn't want to get the golden silk armor, but just wanted to be unintentional.

Wuxin nodded, as if he understood a lot at once, looked at Meng Gang, and the two giant axes inserted in his waist, and said lightly: "The blue axe among the seven masters of Red Feather." This is not a question, but it is said with great certainty, as if it is for Meng Gang, and it seems to be for himself.

Meng Gang was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said, "It seems that you, like your dead ghost father, are destined to be Red Feather's biggest enemy, and if you don't kill you, it's really hard for people to sleep." "Now Wuxin's background is no longer a secret among the red feathers, almost everyone knows about it, but he doesn't notice that he said something he shouldn't have said, which might make him die faster.

Sure enough, when he heard this sentence, his body suddenly shook, and then he saw that the cloak that was originally wrapped around his body suddenly floated up in the wind, and a fierce murderous aura quickly rushed out of him, broke through the snow curtain, and penetrated into the hearts of everyone present.

"Look for death!" Wuxin gritted his teeth and said coldly, his voice hoarse, almost shouting out in a suppressed voice. He had already moved to kill, and he had never been more determined, because the other party not only mentioned his father, but also spoke extremely disrespectfully.

Meng Gang wanted to say something, but found that it was too late, because just as Wuxin's words fell, he had already rushed over like lightning, glared at the ground hard, and the whole person jumped high, higher and higher, higher and higher, as if stepping on the snowflakes in the air could borrow strength again.

Immediately after, in the snowflakes in the sky, a dazzling blood-red light flashed, and a devastating sword qi cut through the snow curtain and slashed at Xiang Meng Gang head-on!

Wuxin, cloaked in a cloak, was like a dragon covered in black scales, leaping down from the Nine Heavens, vowing to destroy everything in front of him and devour everyone who dared to stand in his way.

Meng Gang, who was sitting on the stool, was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, he had missed the best time to dodge, and he couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to pull out the two giant axes inserted in his waist, and tried his best to block the top of his head, hoping to block the earth-shattering blow of Wuxin. He had never seen such a strange move, let alone such a cold and piercing murderous aura.

A huge sound of gold and iron resonating, sparks flew in all directions! Immediately afterward, I saw that Meng Gang, who was huge, was shocked by this powerful sword, shook his body, and knelt on his knees, kneeling out of two deep pits on the ground! It was really hard to imagine how powerful the unintentional knife was, and it was so violent.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Meng Gang let out an angry roar, his arms trembled, and the two of them pushed the giant axe outward, and then saw the unintentional volley flip and fall five meters away, just dodging Meng Gang's giant axe.

Meng Gang, who was kneeling on the ground, struggled to stand up, his face was red, his ears were red, he stared at Wuxin in front of him fiercely, his teeth were gritted and "squeaked", probably because he didn't expect to suffer a loss as soon as he fought and fell behind. But after all, he is among the seven masters of Red Feather, and it is not so easy to kill him with one blow, although he is ranked at the end of the seven masters.

"You want to kill me, it's not that easy!" Meng Gang glared at the two eyes, panting heavily, and looked at Wuxin fiercely and said. Only then did he notice that under his messy hair, the two eyes were blue, like a blue sea, deep and confused.

Wuxin stared coldly at Meng Gang, who was half a body taller than himself, and said in a hoarse voice: "No one can say this about my father in front of me, no one." His eyes also turned red again, which indicated that he had once again awakened the killing god in his heart that had been hidden for a long time, the Buddha blocked the killing of the Buddha, and the god blocked the killing of the god.

Suddenly, Meng Gang let out a loud roar, like a boulder rolling down from the top of a mountain, crushing and rushing towards Wuxin, the two giant axes in his hands were raised high, facing the top of Wuxin's head, and slashed down fiercely, as if vowing to split Wuxin into two! The two giant axes carried the sound of whirring wind, which made people tremble in their hearts.

Wuxin didn't hesitate, leaned back, and the whole person retreated sharply as if he had installed a wheel! The two of them roared the giant axe, and slashed the ground with the tips of Wuxin's toes, leaving two deep marks!

A black cloth fell from Wuxin's moving body, and the rapid giant axe actually shaved off a corner of Wuxin's clothes! If he slowed down a little longer, it was likely that his entire leg would be cut off.

I didn't have time to think about it, and took advantage of the opportunity when the two giant axes fell to the ground, and once again jumped high, crossed the top of Meng Gang's head, and slashed down again! The blood knife let out a dragon groan, and fell fiercely on the top of Meng Gang's head!

Death has no heart, and the bloody knife asks for life......