The wind is fluttering, and the night is melancholy. A wisp of lonely soul fluttered, and a figure fled in a hurry. The weather is also cold, and the wind is also cold, but it is not as cold as people's hearts.

A lonely temple, Bu Qianhuai sat cross-legged in front of the statue of the god to breathe. Kiyonomaki constantly washes his body and fills himself with energy. Although the spirit has recovered to its peak, the physical wounds are not so simple to heal. After being hit by a trick of the palm of a marrow cleansing realm martial artist, even if he has a yellow-level blade to resist one or two, it is difficult to eliminate his own trauma.

Bu Qianhuai slowly opened his eyes, and said a little self-deprecatingly: "Hahaha, system, you say, I don't think it's a big disaster to die." ”

'The host mentality is really good, admiration and admiration. I can't complain anymore. ’

Sitting in the lonely temple, Bu Qianhuai listened to the sound of the river next to him, looking extremely lonely.

'This river is called Jiang Han, how about it, host, isn't it a little desolate now. Just got the position of the sect master, and it was gone before it was hot?"

stood up, walked out of the lonely temple, and looked at the desolate river in front of him, his eyes full of melancholy. Immediately, a hint of killing flashed in his eyes.

It has long changed, the world, the law, and the conditions for people's survival have long been different, and Bu Qianhuai also saw clearly at this time that he could only change with this world, otherwise, it would be death.

"Is it spring? Why, it's so cold. He frowned slightly, looked at the calm lake, and suddenly sighed: "How many times has the spring breeze blown the river cold? When did Jiang Han make people cry? It's just that Jiang Han is drunk with people. (Self-created, plagiarized to death!)

Then he shook his head lightly: "Ha, it's too sentimental, isn't it?" As if asking himself, he walked slowly back to the fire in the lonely temple, and at this moment, the sound of a team's footsteps sounded.

"Huh?"

With a soft sigh, the body was slightly supported forward.

"There's a stove here!"

Suddenly there was a sharp shout, and then a dozen people with swords surrounded him. One of them took out a picture scroll and opened it to look at it, and let out a hearty laugh: "Yes, it was Bu Qianhuai who arrested him and searched for Zhang Xinyue's martial arts classics." ”

"Three forging bones, more than a dozen refining bodies, it's really a good skill. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was waiting for the end: "Which sect are you from?"

Among them, the man holding the scroll laughed loudly: "Ha, let you be a ghost." Now you are famous in the whole of Liushang County. What if the talent is excellent? I'm not afraid to tell you, we are the Annan Dart Bureau in Liao Nancheng, Liushang County. In front of Lord Yama, remember that we killed you. ”

"Don't say too much. Even if you don't have a sword, even if you are hurt, you can still kill you" But Bu Qianhuai slowly stood up, and his momentum was magnificent, making everyone take a few steps back.

But the other bone-forging warrior had a cross-eyed look: "What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? There is no blade, and he is seriously injured, if he doesn't kill at this time, when will he wait?"

As if he hadn't heard, Bu Qianhuai exhaled lightly and then ............

Linfeng fist intent, wantonly swayed, and suddenly punched the nearest bone forging martial artist. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Bu Qianhuai, who has reached the peak of bone forging, can no longer be defeated by ordinary bone forging warriors. I saw a punch directly hit the warrior's heart, and with enough strength, it exploded directly, and the figure flew upside down a few feet away.

"Rubbish!" dismissively, Bu Qianhuai changed the previous tenderness, instead, bloody, but also real!

"You want to kill me because of this? It's a joke!" The words fell, his feet moved, his hands were like the wind, and he swept one by one, and all the body refining martial artists did not have a single enemy.

On the cold side of the river, several corpses have lost their temperature, revealing the cruelty and bloodshed under the moonlit night.

The man who was holding the scroll directly put aside the scroll and pulled out the long knife at his waist: "Join forces to kill him!"

The other man also pulled out his double sword behind his back and attacked directly.

The long knife slashed from left to right, and the two swords stabbed at the same time on Bu Qianhuai's left hand. With a good laugh, Bu Qianhuai's hand was like the wind, and he directly pinched the back of the long knife, and with a wave to the left, he blocked the two long swords straight.

"Is that all? Then ......" The hand holding the back of the knife suddenly turned, and the man with the knife was stunned, Bu Qianhuai leaned forward, and kicked the man in the abdomen, and the man's hand was loosened, and his body fell backwards, and the man with the two swords saw that it was wrong, and directly retreated sharply. Bu Qianhuai pinched the back of the knife and threw it directly to the ground, and the long knife was inserted into the ground, trembling slightly. The right hand came back again, directly covering the handle of the knife, and then jumped slightly, took a step forward with the blade, held the knife in his right hand, cut a circle under the bright moonlight, and slashed directly on the top of the head of the man who fell to the ground, and suddenly opened his eyes, and then, cut off his breath.

Directly pulled out the long knife, Bu Qianhuai's eyes swept away, and there was only one last person left on the field.

"Let's die together!"

The man knew that he could not escape, so he was ruthless, clenched his double swords, and actually danced a set of swordsmanship. Under the moonlight, it looks like a murderous monster that makes people tremble. It's a pity that he is facing another, even more terrifying person.

Bu Qianhuai's face was expressionless, and he directly pressed on it, the sword style, and the long knife used the crescent moon swordsmanship, although it lacked the lethality and softness of the sword, but added a bit of ferocity.

Pulling away the long sword, the tip of the knife was pointed directly on the throat, and the long knife in his hand turned, and then directly retracted the knife.

With a plop, as the last person fell to the ground, the slaughter was over, and Bu Qianhuai also picked up two swords and hung them silently on his waist.

The night breeze blows on the lake, and the lonely moon hangs high, like a lonely person, floating around. Staring at Jiang Han, Bu Qianhuai only felt infinitely embarrassed: "It's only been three months since I came to this world, right? It seems that the entire martial arts sect in Liushang County is already wanted by me, haha, I'm really valuable. Then he pursed his lips, and his eyes flashed fiercely: "Qingsongmen, the school of war desire." Damn it!"

What is the use of the sect that has been sentenced to death?

Qixi Festival, I wish there are lovers in the world, and it will not be good!