Looking at the masters surrounding on both sides, Fu Yan suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if these were not people, but machines. Chinese .81z.

He slowly lifted his sword and walked forward.

There are people in front.

People are retreating.

Together, they may not be Fu Yan's opponents, but Fu Yan's calm expression at this moment is really terrifying, and they don't dare.

The corners of Fu Yan's mouth curled slightly, and he said coldly: "Why do you retreat? Aren't you doing so much just for this moment?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one had the courage to step forward first.

Fu Yan didn't stop, kept walking forward, and said in a cold voice: "Do you really think that I care about reputation? Do you really think that this can destroy my state of mind? Since you can justifiably get rid of demons, why don't you do it?"

The crowd kept backing away, each panting for air.

Fu Yan raised his sword, pointed at a tall and strong man, and said, "Why don't you come first?" I see that you are also a person at the peak of the transformation realm, and you are the same as my realm, maybe you can kill me!"

The man swallowed his saliva, looked at everyone around him looking at him, his face suddenly turned red, he shouted angrily, his figure suddenly flew up, and the long knife suddenly slashed towards Fu Yan.

The bright sword slashed through the sky, and the powerful momentum all surged towards Fu Remnant, this knife was far beyond the Ti Cavalry Leader that Fu Remnant had encountered outside Liuyun Town before.

It's a pity that today's Fu Remnant is no longer the Fu Remnant of a few months ago.

This knife, let alone himself, even Zhu You, who is in the middle of the transformation realm, can easily take it.

Fu Yan raised his long sword and pointed forward at random, and a purple sword light suddenly shot out, directly smashing this sword ray. The sword did not dissipate, and it rushed straight through, suddenly passing through his throat.

As a result, the tall figure slammed to the ground.

He was not dead, his throat was constantly spurting blood, staining his body red, staining the ground red, convulsing, trembling.

Everyone was horrified by this scene, and they kept retreating, and there was no war intent in their eyes at all.

"What are so many people afraid of?" a loud shout came from behind, and the man's legs shook, and he flew up from his horse, and suddenly slashed down.

This is the same person who previously claimed to be a villain!

Fu Yan's eyes froze, and he sneered: "This knife is like words!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Yan's whole body momentum soared, and the whole person was like a mountain, and the long sword was horizontal, suddenly blocking this earth-shattering sword.

The atmosphere is weird, and the graphics are weird.

The sword that was several feet long was mighty, but it was firmly held by this three-foot-nine-inch long sword, and it was not allowed to advance an inch.

This person is a grandmaster!

But he still can't hurt Fu Cripple, the peak of the transformation realm.

Of course, he didn't know that Fu Yan had passed through the Black Iron Snake and had a wide meridian and deep internal strength, which was already comparable to a grandmaster.

After that, the Yin Evil Dust dissolved the liquid block for him, causing his cultivation to increase dramatically, and completely digest the remaining power of the Black Iron Snake Gall.

Now, he is only one chance away from the grandmaster.

The man's face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and a sword blew a fierce wind, slashing across again. And this time, it was still gently blocked by Fu Yan.

"What are you doing in a daze, do it!" he roared, and his long knife hunted, constantly slashing at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan smiled hideously, his figure suddenly flashed, and disappeared in place the moment everyone pounced, the long sword in his hand rose and fell, and one figure slowly fell.

He was like a whirlwind, blowing dust all over the ground, and when he walked out, his whole body was covered with blood.

The rest of the people just looked at him, step by step, and slowly walked out.

Fu Yan walked, looking ahead, the red sun was rising, shining on his contoured face.

At this moment, he is not a demon, but he is better than a demon.

Never before had he killed someone so painfully.

Killing is for self-preservation, but it also confirms the name of the devil.

If you don't kill, it's impossible, Fu Yan is by no means an indecisive person.

He walked out of the town, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, someone followed him, followed from a distance, and he didn't seem to see it.

Outside the city is a plain, as far as the eye can see, with no trees, no grass, and no life.

Maybe it's because there are too many people stepping on it, so this midsummer time also looks a little barren.

Barren as Fu remnants of the heart at this moment.

Fu Yan strode along, his face was bloody, the blood had coagulated, his body was cold.

He had never felt so cold.

The human head under the bed, the girl's immature face, kept appearing in front of me.

He doesn't think he's kind, but he can't be ruthless.

Especially when he knew that all this was done by the government, his mood became worse and worse, the murderer can be killed, the gang can be destroyed, but only the government can't be destroyed no matter what.

Since it can't be destroyed, it can only be changed!

He had wounds on his body, he wasn't without them, but he was numb.

Fu Yan didn't know how long he had been gone, he only knew that it was already dark.

It was pitch black, without a glimmer of light, without a sound, as if in the eternal void of an infernal hell.

He gasped and looked ahead, and there was nothing in front of him.

He was a little tired, but he didn't want to stop, because once he stopped, a terrible loneliness would surround him.

At this moment, how much he missed Chu Luoer, Gu Jing, and Zhu You.

He longed for their tenderness, or to give himself encouragement, to let him know that this would not happen again.

Suddenly, he looked up and looked ahead.

I saw that in the dark heaven and earth, a flame was burning, burning on this wasteland, illuminating the surrounding land.

A man sat quietly on the ground, holding a wooden stick in his hand, constantly fiddling with the firewood to make the flame burn bigger.

There was no expression on his face, and his movements were skilful and concise, apparently a frequent wanderer, and a master of fire.

The fire, swaying in the night wind, did not go out, but grew stronger.

The light of the fire cast shadows on his face, and he was no longer young, his skin was white, but the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

More importantly, his eyes are deep, but there is no trace of life.

He had no expression, slowly fiddling with the firewood, his eyes sometimes revealing pain deep into the bone marrow, and sometimes he was free and easy.

He was still in rags, his head was still disheveled, his dagger was still at his waist, and the jug was still hanging from his body.

It's still the same, as if it will never change.

For some reason, looking at the sloppy man, Fu Yan's heart inexplicably welled up with sadness.

"Why do you look like you're going to die when you come and sit down?" said the sloppy man, looking at the flames quietly.

The weather was already very hot, and he still had to sit by the flames, Fu Yan smiled slightly bitterly, sat down slowly, and said, "I helped that night, and I haven't had time to thank you." ”

The sloppy man smiled faintly, looked at the flames without turning his eyes, and said: "If you marry for one life, you will accumulate virtue, and you will live better in the next life." ”

When he said this, he suddenly stretched out his hand.

There is wine in hand, the worst wine.

It seems that he has not been doing well lately, and no one has invited him to drink.

"Don't talk about this, I'm afraid you didn't know that I was with Zhu You at that time!" Fu Yan picked up the wine jug and swayed it slowly.

The sloppy man said: "I don't know you, but I know women, a woman who is not gentle looks at you with tenderness in her eyes, this is not simple." It's even more difficult to turn against the teacher for you to go with you. ”

He suddenly turned his head, looked at Fu Yan, and said with a smile: "What's more, can't you see that she is already red?"

Fu Yan didn't speak with a calm face, looked at the wine jug in his hand, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Drink it in a big gulp, the liquor enters the throat, bitter, spicy, bitter, and all kinds of flavors stimulate the taste buds, from the throat all the way to the heart.

Then the blood was hot, and the heart was hot, and sweat broke out of the breast, and sweat broke out on the forehead.

"Zhu You treats me well!" Fu Yan finally sighed.

The authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear, Fu Yan was reminded by the sloppy man at this moment, and he understood how difficult Zhu You's situation was. And because of this, her persistence is particularly valuable.

Thinking about it carefully, breaking into Qingshan Cottage and going to Longxiang Villa, which thing is not a life and death trip, but she almost did not hesitate.

Fu Yan picked up the flask again and poured it into his mouth, and because he drank it too vigorously, a lot of sake spilled from the corners of his mouth.

In fact, apart from Zhu You, how could Gu Jing and Chu Luoer treat themselves thinly?

In the first half of the past six months, Chu Luoer personally picked out medicine for herself every day, let herself make medicinal baths, and then accompanied herself to practice martial arts. I didn't feel like these things at the time, and when I think about it all these years, isn't it a kind of dedication?

Not to mention Gu Jing's girl, she gave her life.

After drinking a pot cleanly, Fu Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore, ran to the side and vomited wildly, vomiting so much that he almost wanted to collapse.

Seeing Fu Remnant staggering back and sitting on the ground, the sloppy man smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yan gasped and said, "It's easy." ”

The sloppy man said: "Because they all spit out, everyone has a barrier in their hearts, just spit it out." ”

Fu Yan sighed: "It's just that the dead are innocent people, and the murderer symbolizes justice, so I can't accept it for a while." It doesn't matter, it's all spit out anyway. ”

The sloppy man nodded, "It seems that my five-penny pot of wine seems to be able to be exchanged for better wine." ”

Fu Yan smiled: "Of course, I haven't forgotten Hou Xubai's wine before, I have a chance." ”

"If you forget, I won't forget. ”

"What about you? I think you have a heart in your heart. ”

The sloppy man said, "I can't help it, but you're completely in time!"

"Thank you!" Fu said with a smile: "How many times have you met, what's your name?"

The sloppy man was stunned and said, "Wu Xiliu." The witchcraft of witchcraft, the breath of breath, the flow of flowing water. ”

Fu Yan glared and said, "Your name is quite special. ”

The sloppy man smiled: "Why aren't you, Fu Remnant, this remnant word is not used by ordinary people." ”

Fu Yan spread his hands and said: "It may be that my father knows that I am an orphan, so he specially asked Chu Ying to use this as a name for me!"

"What's next?"

"How to do it?" Fu Yan snorted coldly, suddenly stood up, and said: "The real backstage can't move for the time being, but I can kill the people who kill people!"

The sloppy man said: "It seems that this pot of wine is really not drunk in vain, remember, you have to cut off your head?"

Fu Yan looked back and saw that the sloppy man's face also had a faint killing intent.

Fu Yan smiled and said, "Let's go, follow me to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang?"

"You want me to protect you, don't you?"

Fu Ren laughed and said, "Anyway, it's all fun! I have money and wine." ”

The sloppy man shook his head and said, "No, the time is coming, I have to go back to the capital and sweep the grave of my deceased wife." ”

Fu Yan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Take care." ”

The sloppy man slowly left and said, "My name, don't mention it to others." ”

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