The night is getting darker, there are no stars and no moon, and the sky and the earth are dark.

The cold wind howled, and the chill came to my heart.

Liu Ruobai walked forward in the night, walking slowly but firmly. The Sword of Heavenly Fury was already in its sheath, and the terrifying power that was invincible in the world was gone.

His physical and internal strength were almost dry, but he was still moving forward, stubborn and unyielding.

Not far away, Yan Shan and Meng Tian were also moving forward silently, always keeping a certain distance from Liu Ruobai.

Meng Tian said to Yan Shan with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Brother Yan, where are you going?"

Yan Shan also said to Meng Tian with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "It should be the Daimyo's Mansion." ”

Meng Tian groaned: "It's another fierce battle......"

Yan Shan sighed lightly: "There is no choice!"

Meng Tian said worriedly: "But Brother Liu ...... at this time"

Yan Shan said softly: "Tian'er don't worry, Brother Liu has the Heavenly Fury Sword." ”

Meng Tian shook his head slightly and muttered: "The terrifying power that is invincible in the world is indeed terrifying, but the backlash that Brother Liu endured is equally terrifying. ”

Yan Shan groaned: "Because of this, Brother Liu has been honing his body. ”

Meng Tian realized something, and said casually: "Brother Liu has not completely lost his mind, he wants to be the master of the Heavenly Fury Sword, not a puppet!"

The night faded away, and it was a new day.

The sun shines on the earth, sprinkled on the body, warm.

For a whole day and a night, Liu Ruobai did not eat a drop of water, nor did she eat anything. thirsty, hungry, silently endured......

The same goes for Yanshan and Mengtian. Living and dying together, sharing joys and sorrows, this is their choice.

Finally, Liu Ruobai stopped in front of a small restaurant.

Two side dishes, four steamed buns, three bowls of porridge. He eats slowly and carefully, not at all like a man who hasn't eaten for a day and a night.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian sat at a table farthest away from Liu Ruobai.

Four side dishes, eight steamed buns, and six large bowls of porridge. In the same way, they also eat very slowly and carefully.

At this time, a team of darts stopped in front of the small restaurant.

The dart flag reads: Red Flag Dart Bureau.

The dart cart is parked, the horses are fed and probed, and it is orderly.

The proprietress hurriedly stepped forward and greeted: "Zhao Darttou, it's the road, hurry up and sit down and drink a bowl of hot tea." ”

A middle-aged man in a long shirt in a green shirt hugged his fist slightly at the proprietress and said with a light smile: "Thank you for the kindness of the proprietress , it's still the old rule." ”

The middle-aged man's name is Zhao Zhenshan, a dart head of the Red Flag Dart Bureau, and he has always acted cautiously.

The proprietress smiled and said, "Then there is Lao Zhao Dart head to go to the back hall with the concubine." ”

After that, Zhao Zhenshan and the three dart masters went to the back hall with the proprietress .

Suddenly, a dart master whispered, "Look, who is that man?"

Someone muttered: "It seems to be Liu Ruobai, the young owner of Tianjian Mountain Villa." ”

"Look at that sword, it must be him. ”

"In the past, a humble gentleman, gentle as jade. Now, it's so embarrassing! It's really feng shui in turn, 30 years in the east of the river, 30 years in the west of the river. ”

"Heavenly Sword Villa has been destroyed, and without a backer, what can a little white face do? ”

"Be quiet, don't let him hear you. ”

"What can I do if I hear that? Look at him like this, I really don't believe he can do anything to me. ”

"It's better to be careful. He became famous at a young age, and it was by no means easy to match. I heard that in the Phoenix Collection, nearly 100 people died under his sword. ”

"There are also rumors that when the Heavenly Fury Tribulation came, the young owner of the Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa fell into the Demon Dao, turned into an iron-blooded demon, and killed innocents indiscriminately, and many famous people died tragically under the Heavenly Fury Sword. ”

"It's just rumors. Just yesterday, in the Heavenly Sword Villa, a black-robed man held a magic knife and killed a Kunlun disciple in front of the head of Kunlun, and then left indifferently. ”

"In that case, the rumors are not credible. ”

"It's all said, rumors are just rumors, don't be gullible. For so many years, the Heavenly Sword Villa has overwhelmed my famous family, and today, I want to take a good breath. ”

While speaking, a burly dart master was about to go to Liu Ruobai.

"Mainland, it's better not to cause trouble, if you let Zhao Darthead know, it will be trouble!" A handsome dart master stopped the burly dart master.

The burly dart master pushed the clear-eyed dart master away, and snorted coldly, "Do you want to sue again?" Although he looked disdainful, he did not continue to move forward, obviously afraid.

The delicate-eyed dart master was flushed, and he stood in place, a little at a loss.

Seeing this, the burly dart master breathed a sigh of relief and walked straight towards Liu Ruobai.

There were four dart masters following behind the burly dart master, looking like they were watching a good show.

Yan Shan frowned slightly and didn't say a word.

Meng Tian turned his head to the side, as if he already knew what was going to happen.

From beginning to end, Liu Ruobai turned a blind eye and listened to it, as if those words had nothing to do with him at all.

The burly dart master came to Liu Ruobai's table and said arrogantly, "You are Liu Ruobai, the young master of Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa?"

Liu Ruobai took a bite of the dish and ate the steamed bun, as if he didn't notice the burly dart master at all.

Seeing this, the burly dart master became even more arrogant, slapped the table heavily with his palm, and said loudly: "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?"

The porridge noodles shook and splashed everywhere.

Liu Ruobai didn't dodge or dodge, and the porridge splashed on his face and body.

He looked as usual, didn't wipe it, just picked up the porridge bowl casually and took a small sip.

The burly dart master chuckled, "Sure enough, it's just a little white face, it's really an embroidered pillow, and it's useless." Come, let me touch it, whether there is any rouge gouache on my face. Before the words fell, he directly stretched out his hand to Liu Ruobai's cheek.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed.

The hand that had just been stretched out suddenly froze in mid-air.

The next moment, the burly dart master fell to the ground.

He died, died a terrible death, split in half from top to bottom on his forehead.

There was only a faint trace of blood on the ground, which was very strange.

At this time, the rest of the dart masters were stunned and froze in place.

Liu Ruobai looked as usual, still eating, eating slowly and carefully.

"It's him!" the delicate-eyed dart master pointed at Liu Ruobai and roared.

The rest of the people came to their senses.

At this moment, someone shouted, "Don't draw your sword!"

Obviously, this sentence is a little late.

The knife is unsheathed.

I saw a flash of sword light.

Immediately after, with a few "dang chang" sounds, four knives fell to the ground.

Subsequently, the four dart masters who were watching the play also fell to the ground.

They also died, and they were all cut in half from their loins.

The person who spoke out just now was Zhao Zhenshan.

Seeing this, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was heartbroken.

At this time, the delicate-eyed dart master said coldly: "Good you Liu Ruobai! What a ruthless Heavenly Fury Sword!"

He gripped the hilt of the knife in his right hand and slashed towards Liu Ruobai.

Meng Tian's face was unbearable. She looked at Yan Shan, and her right hand was already holding the hilt of the sword.

Yan Shan also held the rusty long sword.

However, he did not open his mouth and did not make a move.

Zhao Zhenshan's expression was complicated, and self-blame and anger were intertwined. At some point, his right hand was gripping the hilt of the sword.

A sword flash flashed.

The handsome dart master died on the spot.

There are no exceptions, this is the law of the devil's way.

It seems unexpected, but it is actually reasonable.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian closed their eyes slightly and were silent.

The air instantly condensed, and there was a deathly silence.

The proprietress was dumbfounded and froze in place.

After a while, Zhao Zhenshan's right hand that was holding the hilt of the sword was released. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Gather the corpse and go on the road." ”

There is no response, only action.

......

The darts team left.

Zhao Zhenshan didn't look at Liu Ruobai again.

After a short time, the dart team disappeared at the end of the official road.

Liu Ruobai was still eating, eating slowly and carefully.

The same is true for Yanshan and Mengtian.

The sun was still shining, as if nothing had happened.