After Zhenxian Yi released Guan Daocun, he returned to the ring, and the body of the person who had just died was still there, and the blood stained the entire ring.

There were still many people who stayed there, waiting for Zhenxian to return. But when they saw Zhenxian, they turned their heads again.

They didn't believe him.

Zhenxian closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed lightly, as if he was unwilling to accept all this. He slowly leaned down and bowed.

"Guan Daocun has died in my hands, and his body has been disposed of, so don't worry. I am deeply sorry and sad about today's events. ”

"That devil, not to mention taking the sword, and killing so many people, why does he exist in this world?

"I didn't expect the ten-year martial arts competition to end like this, it's really anticlimactic, unexpected. ”

Everyone sighed and left.

Suddenly, a person said angrily: "I think Guan Daocun must still have his comrades! They must have rescued him! Zhenxian, I know that you don't want to kill him, and with your style, you will definitely not destroy the corpse, right?"

Zhenxian was stunned for a moment, and his eyes flickered. This flash was seen by everyone.

"Your eyes are wrong! You must be shielding him! Zhenxian, you still dare to go against us, and dare to shield this demon!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and the commotion broke out again.

Zhenxian stood there, as if acquiescing to everything. He stood there for a long time and left silently.

There is no force in this world that can match public opinion, and there is no force that is stronger and more terrifying than human nature.

Just as Guan Daocun and Hua Muxue were rushing to the port, a figure stopped in front of the road.

He was dressed in a gorgeous garment, but his face was terrifying. Although the facial features are delicately contoured, the entire face is covered with scars.

A pale red burn mark covered most of his face, making him look even more terrifying.

Guan Daocun recognized this face, this was Qiu Dao's face. Hua Muxue had already told Guan Daocun what she had done in Qiu's mansion, and Guan Daocun also knew that if Qiu Dao wanted to survive such an explosion, it was impossible not to add a few scars.

In the ring, it's just a substitute for the dead, a spokesperson. The real enemy is hidden in the crowd next to the ring, looking at everything with resentful eyes.

He wants to return everything to Guan Daocun, and return to him his pain and humiliation a thousand times greater. That flying knife must have been thrown by him, and he wanted to firmly hold the charge of killing demons on Guan Daocun's head.

And Jianxian Sword's unexpected rampage made his plan seamless, and Guan Daocun was already the devil that everyone could get and be punished.

And he will kill the devil and become a hero.

But Guan Daocun didn't make any moves, didn't even speak, and even his expression didn't change.

He really didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Qiu Dao's face suddenly turned white with anger, as white as paper. People who really have murderous intentions will turn pale on the contrary, while those who are strong on the outside and dry on the outside will be angry and red-faced.

There was no doubt that he had moved to kill.

"You, you stop me! I want revenge! I want to return all this to you and this slut! Let you repay me a thousand times over!" Qiu Dao cried almost madly.

Guan Daocun shook his head.

Qiu Dao saw him put the sword back into its sheath, and only saw the action of putting it back.

His sword seemed unsheathed, but it was actually put back into its sheath.

Did he draw his sword at all?

Qiu Dao was a little surprised, but he suddenly felt that his body was so cold and numb.

A chill that goes deep into the bone marrow.

It's what it's like to face death.

Guan Daocun walked slowly past him, without saying anything or with any expression.

Silence is the greatest contempt.

He disdained to talk to Qiu Dao, nor did he disdain to fight him.

Qiu Dao seemed to understand something, and he suddenly wanted to shout and struggle. He didn't believe that Guan Daocun had already made a move, and he didn't believe that Guan Daocun could kill him.

But he felt that his feet no longer belonged to him.

This is followed by calves, thighs, waist, and even chest, arms...... and his head.

Guan Daocun walked slowly, and behind him, Qiu Dao had turned into a puddle of flesh, and along with the fake Jianxian Sword, it was cut into countless pieces.

The jewels on the fake sword dimmed, like the brightest candle flame in the scorching sun.

Qiu Dao's domineering and domineering came to an end at this moment, but no one believed that he was Qiu Dao, people would rather believe that the playboy who was kicked to death by Guan Dao was Qiu Dao, and would not think that this ugly and terrifying person was the eldest young master of the Qiu family.

Only the pearl that slipped from the sword testified to everything, to the silent contempt. It is buried here with the sword that once inlaid itself and its owner.

And Guan Daocun had already boarded the ship to Baihu Xizhou one step ahead of everyone, and fled from this beautiful continent before the news spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Under the beautiful appearance, there is a deception that no one can see through. Flies always like "beautiful" corpses, and don't want to provoke the filth, and the same goes for people.

Isn't beauty a trap?

On the ship, Guan Daocun tried to call the sword spirit, but there was no answer, and the sword seemed to have really become a mortal thing, and there was no trace of aura.

Is the sword spirit really the same as the sword spirit? Guan Daocun didn't want to know, didn't want to know. He just wants to take a good rest, it's been too chaotic lately, it's been so messy, it's annoying, and it's even more exhausting.

The Xizhou Guan family and the Dongzhou Guan family are feuds, although they are the same door, but they do not share the sky, until a hundred years ago, the grandfather of the contemporary Guan Shanyue of the Xizhou Guan family led the same party to move westward to alleviate the fermentation of hatred.

"Do you know how the grievances between the East and West Levels came about?" Guan Daocun suddenly asked.

"Don't your own family members know about it? I can't talk about these things as an outsider, right?" Hua Muxue asked rhetorically.

"These things are prohibitions, and anyone who mentions them will be severely punished, so naturally they don't know. ”

"Actually, it's nothing, it's about the nine sons. ”

"Nine sons?!" Guan Daocun looked at the Jianhua Sword in his hand, unable to calm down.

"This is just my speculation, because the Nine Wombs are located in the Guan Family Forest Farm, and it is impossible that it has nothing to do with the Guan family, and the only opportunity to break up a big family is to challenge the ban that no one has dared to violate for a long time! If the Xizhou Guan family advocates a different opinion on the Nine Sons from the Dongzhou Guan family, there will naturally be huge differences and contradictions. ”

"That's right. ”

"But none of that matters, because I must open the Nine Wombs at all costs. Hua Muxue's eyes regained their former composure.

Guan Daocun suddenly felt sad and muttered to himself: "The Xizhou Guan family is also a solid obstacle on the road to change, if I have to eradicate all those who stop change." Do you really want to kill me as the queen of the Guan family?" Guan Daocun looked at the Jianzhu Sword in his hand and remembered the words of the Sword Spirit.

"Can't you just go the other way?" Hua Muxue was a little puzzled.

"Just as you cut off the past, I have to cut off cause and effect, and it is because of this filthy world that so much hatred is born. I don't want anyone to bear hatred anymore, I don't want anyone to die because of hatred, so I have to go on. ”