The night is like water, and the fireworks bloom, reflecting the smiling faces full of innocence and joy.

In the cold wind, they laughed, they chased.

They are easily content, so happy.

If this is true for children, why not for adults?

Whether you are poor or rich, whether you are rich or rich, whether you are rich and delicacies or coarse tea and light rice, you can reunite as a family and share the joy of family, this is happiness.

But people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

By the darkness of the night, four men in black scurried between the roofs.

Death for a confidant.

Just for a righteous word, they went to the soup and fire, and they did not give up.

At this time, what they want in their hearts is not to make meritorious achievements, nor to be prosperous and rich, but to hope that they can survive tonight and go home to reunite with their wives and children, which seems simple, but it is a luxury.

On a courtyard wall, they stopped, leaned down, and listened.

There was silence all around, and the silence was terrible.

They don't have a choice, all they can do is be careful.

They flew into the hospital and found no anomalies.

A gesture, tacitly.

They approached the room slowly, silently.

Suddenly, the bowstring sounded, and several cold rays of light pierced the night sky and struck them.

They knew something was wrong, and quickly dodged the arrows. At the same time, the sword was unsheathed.

The next moment, they were holding their long swords, standing with their backs to each other, their eyes cold.

The torches were lit, and the courtyard was like daylight.

Dozens of figures poured out of all directions, each holding a blade, surrounding the four of them in the middle.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe with a big belly walked out of the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Who sent you?"

The four men in black were silent, just sneering.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe stopped talking nonsense, and said lightly: "Kill!"

At the sound of an order, dozens of people gathered around, and the cold light shook in the firelight.

The hand-to-hand combat, the sound of gold and iron resonance is endless.

Four long swords wandered in the chaotic blades, seemingly tangible, but in fact invisible.

The sea is inclusive, and there is tolerance.

The world is weaker than water, and the strong can win, with its easy. The weak is better than the strong, the soft is better than the strong, the world knows everything, and nothing can be done.

These four long swords are different, once used, they complement each other, bringing the changes of water to the fullest, and there is a faint tendency to contain all things.

Blood flowers bloom in the firelight.

In a matter of moments, five people had died under the four long swords.

Seeing this situation, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe muttered: "The soldier is like water, the shape of the water avoids the height and tends to go down, the shape of the soldier avoids the real and hits the void; the water controls the flow because of the ground, and the soldier wins because of the enemy." Therefore, the army is impermanent, and the water is impermanent. Those who can win due to the change of the enemy are called gods. Broken Water Sword Array, Murong Family. ”

Although the sound is light, it can penetrate the sound of gold and iron.

The four men in black could hear it clearly.

One of them said coldly: "Shoot with all your might, and leave no one." ”

As the words fell, the four long swords became unscrupulous, and a sword shadow turned into a stormy wave, shooting at the besiegers.

At the same time, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe shouted: "Retreat!" As he spoke, he flew out, like a gust of wind, facing the stormy waves.

Hearing this, the besiegers hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

The stormy waves fell, blood splattered, and screams were repeated, and more than half of the besiegers were killed and injured in an instant.

Strong winds meet stormy waves.

The next moment, everything was calm again.

The four men in black all stood leaning on their swords, looking up at the night sky.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

At this time, they cannot be reunited with their families, and in this life, they will never be able to enjoy family life again.

can only use the bright moon to send thoughts.

They had stopped breathing, and there were still faint smiles on their faces.

They are dead, but their families can live well, and that's enough.

Three steps away, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe gasped heavily, his face was pale, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth. Just now, in a hurry, he struck with all his strength, and the four black-clothed men died on the spot, and he was seriously injured.

Looking at the mess, his eyes were full of sadness, but he didn't have time to grieve. He called softly, "Little Six." ”

Hearing this, a young man in Tsing Yi stepped forward, hugged his fists and said, "What does the hall master command?"

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe said in a low voice: "Hurry up and inform the master of the Baili Hall that the Murong family has done it." ”

"Yes!"

After that, the young man in Tsing Yi left.

The dead need to be buried, and the wounded need to be bandaged.

In the firelight, everyone was busy, and the mood was very heavy.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe seemed to think of something, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly said, "Li Si, go and chase Xiaoliu back!"

"Yes!" a man in purple did not hesitate, turned around and was about to leave.

"No need. "A voice sounded in the night sky, clear and quiet.

Before the words fell, two figures floated down, one was as quiet as water, and the other was as clean as jade, both dressed in white, elegant and indifferent. They all held a sword in their hands, and the sword was like their people, simple and elegant.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

It's this feeling, it's real, it's natural.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe smiled sadly and sighed lightly: "Murong Liancheng, Murong Ke, you are even going to make a move." ”

The one who is as quiet as water is named Murong Liancheng, and the one who is as pure as jade is called Murong Ke, these two people have a transcendent status in the Murong family, and their martial arts cultivation is not under the head of the family, Murong Longcheng.

Murong Liancheng said lightly: "We are also Murong disciples. ”

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe muttered, "The two of you are known as sages, why do you want to defile yourself?"

Murong Liancheng said lightly: "It's just a false name." ”

Murong Ke looked at the corpses of the four black-clothed men and chuckled, "The Mo family advocates both love and non-attack, but so what?"

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe said in a deep voice: "The world is white, but I am the only black, not attacking the ink gate, and loving my life." For thousands of years, the disciples of the Mo family have been consistent. ”

Murong Ke shook his head with a smile and said softly, "We are here to kill people, not to talk about the Tao." ”

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe asked casually, "You want to kill everyone here?"

Murong Ke sighed lightly: "We don't want to kill too many people, but it's a pity that the High Hall Master woke up a little earlier." ”

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe swept his gaze over the Mo family disciples, and said with a wry smile: "Could it be that these juniors are also worthy of the two of them?"

Murong Ke smiled lightly: "In our eyes, all opponents are the same. ”

The brocade-robed man sighed and said lightly: "Scatter." ”

The voice is soft, but unmistakable.

The disciples of the Mo family were slightly stunned, and then unfolded their bodies and dispersed in all directions. They are not afraid of death, but they cannot disobey orders.

At the same time, two cold rays of light streaked across the night sky, and Murong Liancheng and Murong Ke had disappeared from their original places.

There was a disciple of the Mo family who had just jumped onto the courtyard wall, only to see a flash of cold light in front of him, and his life came to an abrupt end.

Two disciples of the Mo family had just jumped onto the eaves when they saw a figure pass by, and their lives were gone.

In front of the door, in the window, in the tree, in the corner of the wall, all of them were spared.

Plop, plop...... One corpse after another fell to the ground, all of them sealed their throats with a sword.

Bang dang, bang dang...... Torches fell to the ground, splashing sparks.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe also fell to the ground.

The moonlight is like water, and it is cold.

The cold wind is like a knife, ruthless.

The corpses gradually became cold, not afraid of cold, indifferent and ruthless.

The night was quiet, dead silent.

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